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

Chapter 65 The Taste of Childhood

Ionuma Isao had a dream.

On a summer afternoon, the windows are crystal clear.

The breeze blew into the room, the white curtains fluttered in the wind, and a woman with long silver-white hair walked into the door.

On the sofa, the sad-faced Master Shenwu held the baby and looked over, his eyebrows relaxed, and he smiled softly: "It's good to be here. Hurry up and feed my Axun..."

The silver-haired woman came over and took the baby into her arms.

The little boy, who was only half a year old, had a round face, flushed skin, and his little fists were waving in the air... Just looking at him, a strong motherly nature surged out of her, and she would always love him for the rest of her life.

Sunlight and leaves swayed outside the window.

The first bite of a baby that has been hungry for a long time is full of maternal love.

so good……

He held the ration in his mouth and gradually fell asleep in her arms.

Time flies.

The passing years fly by like a slide.

I forget what day it was, but on an ordinary afternoon, the silver-haired woman left the Iinuma house and never came back.

It was a very ordinary afternoon.

The sun was setting in the west and red dragonflies were flying on the lawn. She fed him and walked out of the house.

He thought we would meet again tomorrow.

As a result, 12 years flew by...

He seemed to have forgotten that face.

Axun, Xun...

However, the voice calling him never stopped.

The candlelight flickered in the air, and the comatose boy slowly woke up and yawned leisurely.

"Ha~huh?"

Ok?
Who feeds himself?

Ionuma Isao bit it subconsciously, then slurped the juice, and then heard someone beside him grunting in pain.

"..."

His half-lidded eyes suddenly widened.

In the dark room on all sides, the only bright and non-dazzling sunlight shines through the exhaust window.

The faint scent of milk lingered on the tip of his nose, familiar and intimate... The young man lay on his back in the soft arms, and his eyes saw an alluring and beautiful face.

——It’s a silver-haired girl!

Her Highness Fu Ji touched his forehead gently: "Are you awake?"

The beautiful woman's gentle voice dispelled the darkness in the room and gave him a warm sense of security.

"Goo~"

Ionuma Isao swallowed the juice.

He couldn't figure out what happened for a while, so he subconsciously vomited out the uneaten food.

"Hey, why don't you eat?" Her Highness Fu Ji lifted up the back of his head with one hand, her face filled with maternal glory, "It's been 12 years, you must be starving, right? Come on, eat more... "

The Iinuma boy was fed again.

The smell of his childhood brought back his memories, and his resistance to the unfamiliar environment disappeared in an instant.

"Look at you, you're so hungry. I don't know how much you've suffered following that mother who has nothing to feed you. I hate her so much..."

Her Highness Fu Ji gently supported his body, and the black cloth covering his eyes seemed to be slightly moist: "The hard days are over, don't worry, there will be no shortage of food in the future..."

This beautiful woman became more and more kind to Iinuma Isao.

It turned out to be you...

I haven’t seen you for 12 years, but you haven’t aged at all, and your taste hasn’t changed...

The dazzling white and greasy skin reflected in his eyes, and the fragrance blocked his nose... Iinuma Isao suddenly understood something in his heart.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a normal woman to have such sufficient food sources.

In other words, Her Highness Fuki is not a human being.

At least not purely human.

How to do?
It seems to be more exciting.

After eating and drinking enough, Iinuma Isao felt dizzy and leaned in her arms not wanting to move.

Her cheek was pressed against Her Majesty Fu Ji's smooth skin, like the warmest and softest pillow, smooth and slightly elastic.

"Go to sleep, good boy." Her Highness Fu Ji hugged him tightly, as if she was afraid of losing him again.

But the more nervous she was about him, the less sleepy he became!
His Highness's body is plump and plump, which is too tempting for a boy of his age.And she still has white hair!
The DNA in Ionuma Isao's body was restless.

Feeling his rapid breathing, His Highness Fu Ji patted his head with her small hand and hummed: "The hazy ship left a farewell whistle on the sparkling sea. If you walk down the gentle hillside, Xia Can I see you in the wind..."

A soft voice sang softly "Poppies Bloom on the Hillside".

Her breath, as warm as orchid, fell on Ionuma Isao's face, with a strange fragrance.

The scent seems to have a calming effect.

Iinuma Isao, who had just woken up from a coma, gradually relaxed his mind, enjoying her infiltrating caress, and gradually fell into a sweet dream again... At this moment, a rapid ringing brought him back to his senses. .

"Tsk!"

A trace of disgust flashed across Her Highness Fu Ji's face.

She picked up the phone, hung up the phone, and clicked the screen a few times to block the number.

Ionuma Isao took the opportunity to look at the screen.

[Evil woman Xun, missed call, 47]

"..."

Iinuma Isao couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes several times.

This evil woman Xun, could she be my mother... Based on his understanding of his own mother, he would not let Fu Ji see him for 12 years, such a cruel thing, and his mother would not feel guilty at all. There will be.

"Okay, no one will disturb us anymore." His Highness Fu Ji put down the phone and looked over again with a face that exuded excess maternal brilliance. "Go to sleep. I'll feed you when I wake up."

"I won't sleep anymore." Ionuma Isao stood up quickly.

"Lie down."

Her Highness Fu Ji pushed him back again.

"..."

Ionuma Isao looked at her peaks from below, majestic and steep.

The next moment, His Highness Fu Ji bent down and lowered his lips: "Are you hungry? Eat more..."

"No no!" Ionuma Isao quickly turned his head.

Her Highness Fu Ji had no choice but to hold him in her arms and said gently: "Then take a nap."

"Your Highness, I..."

Instantly, a chill came over him.

"Your Highness?" Her Highness Fuki stared at Ionuma Isao through the black cloth, her temperament gradually darkened, "Ha, ha, you actually called me Your Highness... Damn it, your mother, you didn't let me visit you for 12 years. You, so much so that you don’t even recognize me…”

As she spoke, a black mist seemed to surround her body.

"I'm not willing to give in. I'm really not willing to give in..."

"...Uh, don't get excited!" Ionuma Isao subconsciously held her shoulders, "Mom!"

The words "Mom" instantly stabilized Her Highness Fu Ji's mood.

The vague black fog dissipated, and the gentle smile returned to her face, and she looked at his face through the black cloth.

The young man had handsome features and delicate brows; his lips were pressed into a straight line as if holding a razor blade.

Male strength and tenderness, self-reliance and sweetness, severity and lyricism... all of these are reflected in this face. He is undoubtedly a typical example of the kind of handsome man that women across several eras have dreamed of.

The more he looked at it, the more His Highness Fuki felt fond of it, and the greater the regret in his heart.

"Xun, my Axun, I actually missed your growth... Wow, I'm so unwilling..." Her emotions slowly became excited again, and she held Iinuma Xun tightly with both hands, as if she wanted him to He melted into his own body with the same force, "Don't leave in the future, stay here with me, don't go anywhere..."

Ionuma Isao: "..."

He finally understood now that his mother had not lied to him at all when she said he would be locked up in the basement.

This woman is really sick!

"No, listen to me..." Iinuma Isao broke away anxiously and looked at her face, "I'm here to learn... burp...".

Accidentally, I burped.

Iinuma Isao's face turned red for the first time and he couldn't continue talking.

Seeing his shy look, His Highness Fu Ji frowned: "Axun is so cute~!"

"..."

Ionuma Isao scratched his hair awkwardly.

The beautiful woman in front of him, with a delicate and fair face and a gentle smile, was for the time being the second closest woman to him in his life.

He couldn't just put him on his lap and spank him like he did to the old aunt.

Even if we fight, there is a high probability that we will not be able to defeat him...

In this case, the only alternative is to use the child's method. How can you still refuse the child's coquettishness?
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