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

Chapter 54 Auntie’s kiss is fragrant and sweet
"When was it taken?" Ionuma asked.

Looking at the 30-year-old herself in the middle of the photo, Huacheng Xingzi said softly: "This was taken seven years ago."

Iinuma Isao carefully compared the difference between her and the photo, and was very surprised: "Huh? How come seven years have passed, aunt, your appearance is still the same and as beautiful as ever? You must not be some kind of monster..."

"Yes, I am a monster!" Huacheng Xingzi said in a pretentious manner.

Any woman will feel happy if she is praised for her youthful appearance.

The old aunt forgot what she had just been humiliated by him for a moment, and immediately turned around, baring her teeth and claws as if she wanted to eat people: "Aww, Lord Bachi is here!"

"Ah, it's eight feet, I'm so scared!" Iinuma Isao leaned back slightly, pretending to be scared to show his respect.

He leaned his upper body back and raised his lower body unconsciously. Huacheng Xingzi, who was sitting in his arms, shivered instantly when she was stabbed.

"Okay, sit back..." The old aunt scolded him with a cold face. Seeing his playful smile, she said angrily: "You are not afraid at all, you disrespect me so much!"

Please, if you were really a Yasuka-sama, I wouldn't even have time to laugh...Ionuma Isao's chest leaned back again, pressed tightly against her back, and whispered in her ear: "Auntie, you are so cute... "

Itchy ears.

Huacheng Xingzi's cheeks turned red quickly, she shrank her neck and whispered "Of course" to herself.

"This is a chestnut." She pointed to the woman on the left and said, "This is what she looked like when she was 25 years old."

Ionuma Isao looked at it carefully.

Aunt Lizi was wearing a blue half-sleeved dress with a thin cream-colored cardigan draped over it. Her simple attire made her look very elegant and moving.

The appearance of the 25-year-old literary young woman is not much different from the current 32-year-old literary woman.But generally speaking, after five years, the figure of the literary old woman is still much plumper and more hydrated.

"Do chestnuts look good?" Huacheng Xingzi suddenly asked in a faint tone.

Come on, you are 37 years old. If you are jealous of your 32-year-old sister, it will make people laugh!

Ionuma Isao suppressed his laughter, with a solemn expression: "My mind is very small, so small that I can only let Aunt Kyoko alone!"

Huacheng Xingzi turned her head slightly and stared at his face steadily. Her cold eyes seemed to say "If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you!".

Iinuma Isao covered his chest and swore: "I, Iinuma Isao, hate scumbags the most in my life!"

Huacheng Xingzi was unmoved.

The boy's words evoked some hazy memories in her mind, and she vaguely remembered that she had heard him say the exact same words somewhere.

But for a moment, she couldn't remember anything at all... Slowly, she fell into retracing vague memories.

But in the eyes of Ionuma Ionuma, she kept her head tilted slightly, which seemed very rude!

Logically speaking, she should stop such destructive actions against young people, but she didn't!
She tilted her head gracefully, her eyes seemed to be calculating something subtly!
Her cool and delicate facial features and the red cherry mouth seemed to be stained with bright red rouge.

Ionuma Isao's heart felt like someone had shot him hard.

——Oops, my heart is excited!

The way the old aunt tilts her head is probably a pretense, right?

She is attacking me in reverse!
She must feel that this posture is the most damaging body language to me!

She must have thought I would fall in love with her looking like this!
O woman!

I will never be fooled!

Ionuma Isao's mind was in a mess, and there was a primitive impulse in his heart, urging him to take the next step.

Especially when he focused his attention on the old aunt's lips, those charming red lips were slightly open, and the small and soft pink tongue tip was looming... What attractive red lips.

He couldn't help but lower his head, and his aunt's warm, moist breath blew softly onto his face.

Ah ah ah, I really want to kiss you...

The young man's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he began to argue with himself fiercely in his chaotic mind.

Angels and demons, let’s fight!
The old aunt who seduced the boy and caused inner conflict decided not to think about these things anymore after trying hard to recall but unable to remember anything.

Let bygones be bygones.

Just like, the relationship between myself and Axun... should also be over.

She was played with by him, hugged and touched by him, and spanked by him while kneeling. These behaviors greatly crossed the line.

Such an intimate interaction should happen between lovers, not with the son of a best friend...

I will tell him everything tonight, and then I will solemnly warn him to keep a distance from my aunt from tomorrow on.

You can't touch your aunt, you can't have any wild ideas about her, and you can't come to your aunt's room in the future.

The white gauze curtains were blowing in the night wind. During this period, the old aunt made a decision - she decided to tell all about the darkest side of her heart.

... She was an upright person, and she found it difficult to accept the thought of burying the murder of her loved ones in her heart forever.

Before Ionuma Isao appeared, she had lived in shame and guilt for a long time, which led to physical and emotional problems...

Now, she's telling it all so she can escape the nightmare that has haunted her for so long.

In the lingering moonlight, Huacheng Xingzi's eyes gradually became clear.

The young man's face was red, his nose was breathing heavily, and he suddenly brought his face closer.

Just at this time, Huacheng Kyoko turned her head back to the front and pointed at the third woman on the album: "This is Ryoko, Iori's mother..."

The devil had just defeated the angel, and the Iinuma boy who had planned to kiss him directly was almost suffocated to death.

"She is only two years younger than me, is..." Huacheng Xingzi turned around as she spoke, and suddenly blinked in confusion, "Huh?"

His lips touched something soft.

Her gaze met a pair of fiery eyes.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the determination that suddenly surged in her beautiful eyes. He seemed to have a premonition of something.

No, we can't let her say it so easily...

Ever since, driven by the dual emotions of possessiveness and admiration for the older woman, Ionuma Isao met her astonished gaze and kissed her delicate red lips.

"You, uh..."

When her lips were kissed, Huacheng Xingzi subconsciously leaned back to avoid it.

But as soon as she leaned back, Iinuma Isao followed her.

She raised her slender hand and tapped his chest.

But her little hands were so weak and had no effect at all, but made him even more enthusiastic.

He kissed her lips as soft as petals, but she didn't cooperate, and Iinuma Isao couldn't go any further for a while.

In desperation, he could only hold her shoulders and let her lie down slowly.

Huacheng Xingzi supported the sheets with her backhand to prevent herself from falling.

The two of them kissed lightly.

Ionuma Isao thought he could only stop here.

But suddenly, her lips loosened on their own initiative...

That’s all, I’ve made up my mind to draw a clear line in the future anyway, so I’ll just follow him this time, as my compensation to him…

Huacheng Xingzi sighed melancholy in her heart, and then added very firmly: This is also the last time, I will not indulge him without a bottom line!

After successfully convincing herself, the noble matron slowly closed her blurred eyes.

The tightly closed soft lips finally relaxed slightly, allowing the young man to keenly capture this precious opportunity.

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In the middle of the month, please give me a monthly pass.

　In the middle of the month, please give me a monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)