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

Chapter 52 Auntie is just a bit stubborn...

The female president, who looks cold on the outside, is a bit of a masochist in private?
This doesn't seem too difficult to understand.

Although I look high and mighty, I face tremendous pressure every day and live with trepidation.

People who are under tremendous pressure all year round will gradually become extreme if they are not released in time.

There are many options for how to relieve stress.

Go smashing sandbags, squeeze potato chips in the supermarket, do petty theft for excitement, etc.

There is another very important point.

There are enemies around her all year round, and Huacheng Kyoko feels somewhat insecure.

I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold on, but I can't avoid the reality. Every time I open my eyes, I have to continue the same feeling of walking on thin ice every day...

This situation has been going on for a long time, and when there is a strong, domineering and trustworthy person around her, it is easy for her to become subconsciously dependent and submissive to him.

Although she refused to admit it and felt that she was the leader in the relationship, Ionuma Isao was actually the real one in control.

As long as he gets tough, the old aunt will be obedient.

No matter what was done to her, she would be strong in words but honest in body, and she would endure it silently while maintaining her majesty.

Ionuma Isao took off his shirt and put it on the bedside table.

The clothes are wet and smelly.

He looked back toward the bed.

The dignified and luxurious matron lay slightly sideways, with an unconcealable weariness in her graceful figure - the weariness after being satisfied.

With her slender neck, delicate facial features and face as white as snow, her beauty was not hidden at all in the night.

Looking at her cold and slightly charming face, Iinuma Isao's mouth went dry for a while, thinking that she was probably the only one in the world who could convey sexy temptation with a reserved, cold and arrogant expression.

He didn't say anything, but his hands took her feet over.

Huacheng Xingzi wanted to take on the role of the mistress, but she couldn't exert the strength, and even her socks were taken off by him.

The crystal round little toes are all curled up and tightened, like the leaves of a mimosa.

"Tell me how you killed your father?" Iinuma Isao asked with a smile.

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her silver teeth and shook her head stubbornly.

"You say you value your family the most, but you kill your father and younger brother; you value chastity the most, yet you are intimate with an outsider like me. Aunt Xingzi, you are so complicated..."

Iinuma Isao looked condescendingly into her eyes: "Did you lie to me in any of your words?"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi turned her head.

She was reluctant to answer the tough questions.

Especially after being beaten, she was immediately asked about the darkest side of her heart, which made her very angry.

She felt that the boy was too inconsiderate of him!
She even wanted to block her ears and not listen to a word from him.

This angry look is really cute...Ionuma Isao thought about it for a while, and suddenly an evil thought came to his mind.

So, he jumped out of bed, opened the old aunt's closet, and rummaged around inside.

"Ah, yes..."

"What are you looking for?" Huacheng Xingzi asked puzzledly.

Ionuma Isao turned around, holding three thin women's belts in his hands.

Huacheng Xingzi frowned: "What do you mean by this..."

Before she finished asking, she suddenly thought of something, and her face changed in vain: "Iinuma Isao, I am your elder, bastard!!!"

The noble mistress fought hard.

But the room quickly became quiet.

Huacheng Xingzi was half-kneeling on the bed, with her hands and feet tied tightly by a belt, like a nun praying.

Iinuma Isao looked at her and spoke with enthusiasm: "Although my behavior looks like a pervert, please allow me to explain..." "Don't touch me!"

Huacheng Xingzi's expression was so cold that she wanted to kill someone.

A perfect mistress with flawless looks and figure.

The bulging figure, sexy waist and hip curves, graceful long legs... Just looking at her makes her heart beat faster.

Iinuma Isao took a deep breath, controlled the temptation in his heart, and said calmly: "Of course I won't touch you! But you must explain clearly about killing your father and brother!"

Huacheng Xingzi lowered her eyelids and bit her lip: "I don't want to talk about this!"

Iinuma Isao tried his best to smile like a villain, "Don't forget, I haven't forgiven you yet—"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi was silent for a long time, and finally compromised: "I understand..."

"Ok?"

Ionuma Isao looked surprised.

I saw this stubborn, cold and arrogant matron slowly moving her knees and turning her back to her.

Ionuma Isao felt quite surprised that she would make this choice.

But it seems quite reasonable...

He suppressed his surging emotions and calmed down to admire her beautiful appearance.

The beauty of the old aunt cannot be explained clearly in a few words. It is an aura that cannot be explained clearly.

In addition to her excellent figure and flawless face, the noble demeanor she has developed since childhood is unique and makes the young man unable to stop.

And her pure body.

This is pure natural jade that has not been carved yet. It has been 37 years and she is still waiting for a craftsman who can get into her heart.

While he was thinking, Huacheng Xingzi waited for a while, frowned and scolded: "Hurry up, or let go of Auntie!"

"..."

Ionuma Isao twitched the corners of his mouth.

If you're like this and I'm still polite to you, wouldn't it be very unmanly...

"...!"

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"The dignified mistress of the Huacheng family, the aloof female president, if you tell me this, no one will believe you..."

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her teeth: "Don't talk..."

"No, I have to say it! You are a vicious and duplicitous woman..."

"Ugh, I didn't..."

"Why did you kill your father?"

"I, I...I won't talk about this..."

"I won't stop until you tell me!"

"Forgive, spare Auntie..."

My emotions have been suppressed for too long. Once I come into contact with this strange way of getting along, it's like opening Pandora's box.

...When the things that hold on to the heart are gradually lost, it is easier than ordinary women to sink.

"No, Auntie is wrong. Auntie will tell you everything, ah——"

When she could no longer hold on and begged for mercy for the first time and surrendered, Huacheng Kyoko only had one dark thought in her heart.

——How can I be this mistress in the future?

(End of this chapter)