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

Chapter 61 Try the taste
Amidst the chirping of spring insects coming from the atrium, Huacheng Kyoko was in the bathroom, bending down to take off her straight skirt.

The bathroom door was tightly closed, so she didn't have to cover anything up. Her white buttocks were raised high, like two big plump peaches.

First pick up the black waist belt of the garters and wrap it around your waist, then roll up the tubes of the garters, put the two slender legs in sequence, and pull them all the way to the middle of the thighs. Finally, connect the round metal buckle at the top of the socks with the Buttons of the corset are buttoned together.

After putting on your socks, stand up straight.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Huacheng Xingzi pulled the crotch of her underwear and straightened her position.

The movements are elegant and quiet, yet sexy and hot.

After putting on the black stockings, she put on the straight black hip-hugging skirt again, and then found a pair of black velvet high heels to put on her little feet.

The mistress in the mirror is calm and sexy, with a figure and face that match the formal suit.

Huacheng Kyoko stood in front of the full-length mirror, swung and twisted her waist several times to make the conservative black bra fit her body. At the same time, she thought to herself: It would be nice if her breasts were bigger, so that she could catch up with Sister Xun...

She actually thought about the same idea more than once.

She envied Sister Xun very much.

Whether it's Sister Xun's appearance or figure, or her character, her experiences, her abilities... and of course, her awesome son.

Thinking like this, Huacheng Xingzi put on a cold expression in the mirror and said softly: "Sister Xun, I have to use this sexy look to face your son now. To be honest, I feel a little ashamed of you. But Don't worry, this is the last time...so..."

A strange thought came to the old aunt's mind.

It’s the last time anyway, so you might as well be bold...

"Just because there is no future, I should leave an unforgettable impression on him, right?" She asked the person in the mirror, as if she regarded him as a good best friend, "Sister Xun, if you don't agree, you can Shake your head and curse me."

The bathroom was quiet for a long time.

No one shook their heads or spoke.

"That's it!" Huacheng Xingzi convinced herself.

She originally planned to go out directly, but she suddenly changed her mind and sat down in front of the sink.

Use a hair tie to lift up your bangs, apply liquid foundation on your cheeks, put on appropriate light makeup, carefully apply a light lipstick on your lips, carefully trim your nails into ten oval pink crafts, and spray a small amount of perfume on your wrists.

After completing all the preparations, the old aunt checked her appearance in the mirror.

How old do I look?
If I tell him that I am only 25 years old, can I lie to him?
Ah, no.

His mother is already 37, how could she believe that I am only 25 years old...

woo~
I am indeed an old aunt...

When she recovered from the long period of annoyance, Huacheng Kyoko suddenly discovered that she was actually starting to worry about her age...

"Huacheng Xingzi, you are becoming more and more like an idiot!"

She pointed at the person in the mirror and cursed. Then, she showed off the strong woman style of a cold president and raised her eyebrows: "Why are you worried about your age? If he dares to dislike it, just beat him to death——"

After that, she unbuttoned her shirt slightly and applied a layer of brown eyeshadow on her career line.

This is a visual art.

When there is light shining on it, it can make the breasts look more upright!
After making sure that there were no flaws in her body, Huacheng Kyoko took a few deep breaths to calm down her complicated feelings of guilt, anxiety, and irritation, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

When she saw the young man by the window, she felt extremely conflicted.

No matter what, he is the son of his best friend. I am not only sorry for my best friend, but also for him... He is a child and can be willful, but he is an adult. As an adult, he has to think more and be more careful. Just be responsible...

Just like that night when we watched "The Witch's Condition" together, she said, "As an elder, you shouldn't bring so much trouble to the younger one. If it were her, she would have to restrain herself even if she has love... "Such a sentence.

Therefore, she needs to be more restrained!
"Yeah, I see..."

Iinuma Isao was calling his mother to report. When he saw Huacheng Kyoko coming out, he asked: "Aunt Kyoko is here. Do you want to talk to her?" "Let her come." Mom is lazy Said lazily.

The boy handed over the phone. Huacheng Xingzi subconsciously arranged her clothes and hair, and walked elegantly towards the bed.

"Da da da~"

The clear and loud clicking sound of high heels was transmitted to the mobile phone.

My mother frowned, thinking that it was late at night and she was still at home. Why was her best friend wearing high heels?
Could it be to speed up his son's attack?
"Hello, Sister Xun?" Huacheng Xingzi took the phone and sat down by the bed.

Ionuma Isao immediately squatted beside the bed.

His gaze went down her lithe legs, passing over her slender yet voluptuous calves, and came to the pair of high heels. .

He held up the two high heels.

Huacheng Xingzi glared at him, then raised his gaze and looked out the window.

Black velvet high heels with some diamonds on the upper.

When the light shines down, the diamonds sparkle like shining stars embedded in the dark sky.

Elegant……

Ionuma Isao held the soles of her shoes with both hands.

Such beautiful shoes, so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes away.

"Xingzi, you've been doing well recently..." My mother, who was far away in Hokkaido, with a head so green that she could run a horse, said with a sinister smile, "I heard from Axun that you eat well and sleep well. The fat on my lower abdomen has grown a lot..."

After hearing this, Huacheng Xingzi lowered his eyes slightly.

Looking at the boy who was obsessed with his shoes, the old aunt raised her lips slightly and thought: Sister Xun, I will not be fooled.

"I've been doing quite well recently. Because of Axun's care, my mental stress is not so great, and my appetite has returned... But, fat? What fat? Is that kid talking about me behind my back? Really, How could you tell such lies? How could he see my belly..."

Iinuma's mother: "..."

Tsk, I don’t have any words to say, I’m not happy…

"You're lying, Aunt Kyoko..." Ionuma Isao teased in a low voice.

Huacheng Xingzi lowered her eyelids and gave him a cold look.

The aunt scolded him without saying a word, but she raised her little feet slightly and poked his chest twice with the toes of her high heels as a punishment.

These two pokes made Ionuma Isao feel itchy.

He rubbed his aunt's round ankles with his hands a few times, then moved downwards and took off the two high heels on her feet.

The delicate jade feet wrapped in black silk are perfectly displayed.

It was the first time for Ionuma Isao to see these little feet wrapped in stockings.

The thin black stockings could not block the faint veins on the instep of her feet. The shape of her feet was as crystal clear as exquisite handicrafts; her ten round and delicate cute toes were neatly arranged like peas in a pod, and the toes held up the stockings. The seams at the front were slightly transparent, allowing her light pink toes to be vaguely visible.

My little feet were played with by him again...

Although she was already very familiar with this feeling, Huacheng Kyoko still shrank her feet out of the instinct of female restraint.

"Don't make too much noise..."

Ionuma Isao pulled her feet back, held them in his hands and admired them.

After playing with it for a while, he went up and took a sniff. Because they were stockings that he had just put on, they did not have a strong smell. Instead, they exuded a fragrance of laundry detergent. This gave him the idea of ​​trying the stockings. .

(End of this chapter)