Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 22 A young male lion marks his territory
Warm fragrant nephrite, charming fragrance.

Huacheng Xingzi's confused and confused eyes were completely narrowed, and soon the sound of sleeping breathing was heard.

Ionuma Isao tried to get out of bed, but his wife's hand still held his wrist tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave like this.

"It was because I was drunk that I spoke out what was on my mind..."

Looking at his wife's bright red lips, Iinuma Isao seemed to understand why Huacheng Iori gave the key to him.

The angel who can hear the voice of the heart must know that the aunt is longing for the sense of security brought by the scent of verbena, but the aunt is not a sister-in-law, so she cannot say such frivolous words as "You can sleep with me tonight", so she left the aunt's room. Give him the key.

With the key, I accidentally bumped into the drunk Huacheng Kyoko, so I had a bedmate at this time.

"You've done me a disservice..."

Your aunt is sleeping peacefully now, but I'm going to have insomnia.

With a mature and plump old aunt beside him, Ionuma Isao, whose female experience was almost entirely through his mother, found it difficult to control himself from having random thoughts.

After all, his age is the age when boys' needs are strongest.

Hey, Madam, this age seems to be the age when women’s needs are strongest...

Ionuma Isao looked at her for a long time. If you look carefully, the old aunt's sleeping appearance is even a little cute.

She was sleeping on her side facing him, wearing an extremely conservative black kimono with a loose collar.

Compared to someone who always wears bold clothes, the scene of a lady from a conservative big family like Huacheng Kyoko having sex together is more tempting.

I don’t know how it feels…

No!

How could I take advantage of others' danger like this!

After a fierce ideological confrontation between angels and devils in his left and right ears, Ionuma Isao shook off the thoughts in his mind and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The unsmiling mistress and the silly aunt who can't cook.

The strong and dignified widow, the frail spinster who needs alcohol to sleep.

From the strong woman who showed no weakness in the face of aggressive opponents, to the little girl who now holds her hand and lets her stay with her so she can sleep... These examples embellish the image of a vivid woman.

The old aunt is also very cute!

Isn't it?
As Ionuma Isao thought about this, his mind was fighting with each other again.

Such a cute and delicious old lady brought it to her mouth. Not only did she want to eat it in one bite, but she also wanted to lick it and taste it, right?
No, no!
I'm her best friend's son!
Which best friend’s son can’t stand the test of his aunt!
Iinuma Isao struggled internally for a long time before he turned over and got out of bed.

Really unable to sleep and afraid that his aunt would wake up in the middle of the night, he simply took rubber gloves and garbage bags and tidied the entire room thoroughly.

After a busy day, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Iinuma Isao took a glass of water, sat by the bed, and drank to moisten his throat.

The rain was pouring outside the window, and occasionally lightning fell, briefly illuminating the room in pale white.

"Father, father..."

The sleeping old aunt heard a sudden movement.

Ionuma Isao quickly looked over.

On the bed, Huacheng Xingzi's body twisted uneasily, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was having a nightmare.

Her face became increasingly pale, and transparent beads of sweat seeped out from her forehead, more and more... Seeing that something was wrong, Iinuma Isao quickly opened the quilt and got in, put one hand under her waist, and hugged her, Let her graceful body press tightly against his.

"father……"

Huacheng Xingzi's body stopped twisting.

The frowned eyebrows relaxed little by little, like a bouquet of daffodils blooming in the dark night.

She fell asleep quickly.

The tip of Iinuma Isao's nose was leaning against her slightly fragrant hair, breathing in the seductive smell of a mature young woman.

This time, the devil in the Iinuma boy's heart defeated the angel.

Under the quilt, one of his hands was around Huacheng Xingzi's waist, and the other hand touched her slender legs.

The skin on the outer thighs is very elastic.

There is no fat on the waist and abdomen, and it feels very tender and smooth.

"Hmm~"

In her sleep, Huacheng Kyoko groaned dissatisfied with being touched.

"Yours isn't bad either, it feels great..." Ionuma Isao took his hand back with satisfaction.

Huacheng Xingzi closed her eyes tightly, curled up slightly, and fell asleep like a kitten.

One of her hands is holding the bed sheet, and the other is holding Iinuma Isao's sleeve, which is extremely cute.

Before tonight, Ionuma Isao would never have believed that the stern and cold-faced mistress could be so cute sleeping on the bed.

"Ah, hoo~" Perhaps in response to his thoughts, the sleeping Huacheng Xingzi opened her lips slightly and let out a slight and long breath like a cat snoring.

Fuck, so cute!

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"Di Di~"

"Di Di Di~"

The alarm rang many times, and a white and tender arm stretched out from the quilt and turned off the alarm clock on the bedside.

After more than ten minutes, Huacheng Xingzi came out of sleep.

It had been a long time since I had slept so comfortably and deeply that when I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and I couldn't focus for a long time.

The sun was shining outside the window, and it was already early morning.

"Hmm~"

She rubbed her temples.

I just woke up, my head hurts a little, and my memory is a little fuzzy.

Due to being invaded by nightmares, Huacheng Kyoko has not experienced a lingering sense of satisfaction in her body after waking up for a long time.

She seemed to have slept through it last night.

Although she had a dream in the middle, it was quickly dispelled and did not disturb her sleep.

"what happened……"

Huacheng Xingzi leaned against the head of the bed, rubbing her forehead and recalling.

Last night, after Axun returned to his room, he drank for a while in the front hall.

When I returned to the room, I drank a lot because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep.

At the end, when I was a little drunk, the door suddenly opened and Axun came in...

"and many more!"

"Axun came in last night!"

Huacheng Xingzi panicked for a moment, but then calmed down again.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, lifted the quilt and looked at her body.

She was wearing the kimono from last night. Although it was wrinkled and her breasts were all exposed, the belt was still there and there was nothing unusual about her lower body, which made her let out a long sigh of relief.

Later, she recalled that she was the one who asked Ionuma Isao to accompany her.

"It's really out of shape!"

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her teeth and scolded herself in a low voice.

"You actually look like this in front of this junior, Huacheng Xingzi, you are so shameless!"

Cursing herself, Huacheng Xingzi rubbed her temples and rolled out of bed dizzily.

What happened last night made her feel incredible.

Why can I sleep so peacefully until dawn with him by my side?

This question has not yet been answered. Looking at her brand new room, Huacheng Kyoko was silent.

The furniture was neat and tidy, the floor was as clean as if it had been waxed, and there was no garbage at all... The old aunt looked left and right, and couldn't help but think to herself, the kid is quite attentive and gentle.

I was afraid that I would be embarrassed, so I left early in the morning.

It's very considerate to see it this way.

In her mind, she recalled the boy's face.

At the funeral, the young man who stayed behind her looked like a hero.

"In comparison, I seem so useless..."

Huacheng Xingzi slowly stretched out her hand and twisted her hair on the pillow.

Then she shook her head to drive away the distracting thoughts in her heart, and her thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "Sister Xun is so happy to have such a son..."

The next second, she saw herself in the mirror. There was a bright red mark from her chest to her collarbone.

She rubbed it with her hands.

The mark became more and more red, like a strawberry imprinted there.

Like a young lion marking its territory.

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