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

Chapter 79 Lift up the skirt and let me see your legs (4K)

The sky is cloudless and stretches as far as the eye can see.

Ionuma Isao left the Imperial Palace and took a taxi directly to Shinjuku Station.
Angel was waiting for him in a high-end coffee shop next to the station. There were not many people in the shop. She sat alone by the window, with a sense of aloofness and independence.

The young man couldn't help but slow down.

She rested her left elbow on the table and supported her chin with the back of her hand. She looked out the window at the busy downtown area of ​​Shinjuku. She held a silver spoon in her right hand and slowly stirred the undrunk coffee in the cup. There was a small saucer next to her. Exquisite mousse cake.

She probably wouldn't eat that cake, Iinuma Isao thought to himself, the waste of rich people is so unpretentious and boring.

He walked to the window and knocked on the glass.

The angel glanced at him and waved his hand, gesturing for him to come in.

When Ionuma Isao came in, she pointed to the coffee and mousse cake on the table and said in a cold voice: "Eat these things, hurry up!"

"Did you buy it for me?" Iinuma Isao asked strangely.

Huacheng Iori slightly lifted her long loose hair and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I won't be stupid enough to try to impress you with such a small favor. I just ordered it and lost my appetite, and I am just right. Here we are, that’s it.”

"..."

Ionuma Isao picked up the cake and coffee, put them into his mouth together, and stared at her while chewing.

For the sake of your aunt, I will spare your life for the time being... He repeated this sentence desperately in his mind.

Huacheng Iori, who could hear this heartfelt voice, picked up the backpack next to him with an indifferent expression, placed it in front of him, and then went to the front desk to check out.

Ionuma Isao swallowed his coffee and cake and picked up his backpack.

The angel pushed open the door and walked out.

The wind blows from the gaps between tall buildings.

Her long shawl hair was blown back slightly by the wind, showing off her ladylike temperament.

Ionuma Isao followed her and walked into the station side by side with her.

Shinjuku Station is known as the busiest station in the world. From the square to the entrance, every floor tile is filled with people.

In this vast sea of ​​​​people, the girl who is not very tall and wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a black high-waisted skirt looks so outstanding.

Not to mention her exquisite face, slender and well-proportioned legs, black hair that looks very gorgeous in the sun and other external things, just the "holy light" that diffuses out from her body makes her feel... He is an angel who has come to earth.

If this guy had a normal personality, how many people would he be a goddess... Iinuma Isao couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Huacheng Iori turned back and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "She is also a goddess if she has an abnormal personality!"

"If you act normally, you will gain more people's admiration..." Iinuma Isao said sincerely.

After he finished speaking, the angel smiled softly, a pure smile.

In the past, when she smiled, it was either to be proud or to laugh at him, in short, it was very deliberate.

This was the second time Iinuma Isao saw such a pure smile.

In the huge flow of people at the entrance of Shinjuku Station, Hanacheng Iori put his hands on his hips and raised his admirable chin slightly: "Iinuma-san, you have to understand one thing: no matter how much others admire you, I will not care. I just want you." It broke our hearts!"

Iinuma Isao thought carefully for a while, his eyes were puzzled, but he asked her with an eyebrow: "Did my mother do something strange to you, so you want me to take the blame for her again? If so, please just go ahead and ask her." Say, I will scold her with you."

This you, of course, refers to Ryoko.

"Your mother has nothing wrong with me, but if you insist on saying it's her fault, that's okay." Huacheng Iori smiled, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked forward lightly. He jumped a few times and said, "You two have never looked at me..."

Her steps are light and her posture is smooth.

But there seems to be something wrong with the tone, and it also feels like a yandere!

Help, why except the old aunt, all the women I met were abnormal women. Will they join forces and stab me with a hatchet one day in the future...Ionuma Isao followed with his bag on his back, and the two of them together After entering the station, we took the tram bound for the port area.

There were many people in the carriage and it was difficult to talk.

The two of them were standing in the last carriage. She was leaning against the door. Ionuma Isao opened his arms in front of her to prevent anyone from rubbing against her because it was too crowded, not to mention her body, even her clothes.

On the way, she had no desire to communicate, so she took out a pair of women's sunglasses and a black mask from her backpack and put them on.

"Like a female artist hiding from the paparazzi." Ionuma complained.

Huacheng Iori replied coldly: "You have to wear it too."

"It's up to you." Ionuma Isao would not contradict her on business matters.

After arriving at the port area, after getting off the car, Huacheng Iori took out a hooded jacket from the backpack he was carrying and put it on.Then he neatly tied the originally scattered hair into a single ponytail.

The elegant young lady suddenly turned into a dynamic and beautiful girl.

Without the cover of black hair, the back of her neck, as white as a swan, is completely exposed to the air.

It's almost noon, and the sun has gotten a lot hotter.

The two left the station and walked toward the seaside. The streets gradually became deserted.

How could there be such a desolate place in Minato City?

Iinuma Isao didn't understand, and his doubtful eyes were on the angel.

A slim-fitting beige sweatshirt, paired with a black high-waisted long skirt, and small shell-toe sneakers. She put her hands into the pockets of her jacket and wore earmuffs on her head. She walked forward while listening to music, looking brisk and agile, like an elegant little cat. bird.

Hey, that’s really good…

Ionuma Isao's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world.

Wearing black sunglasses and a mask, the angel loses his innate elegance and becomes more mysterious; he loses the youthful and cuteness of a girl and becomes more cool and sassy, ​​like a sneak escape. What about the princess who left the castle to avoid her engagement?

So lovely.

Angels look good no matter what they wear.

...It's a pity that it's a bit flat.

This kind of unconcealed look, coupled with the "calm down" voice, made Iori Huacheng unable to react.

She stopped and looked at the boy intently.

"Huh?" Ionuma Isao turned around and looked around, "Are you here?"

"Iinuma-san, is there anything dissatisfied with this?" Huacheng Iori said calmly.

Hearing this, Ionuma Isao looked at her long skirt and said expectantly: "Lift up the skirt and let me see her legs."

"..."

Huacheng Iori was so angry that her breath stagnated.

The air blocked in her lungs, pushing up her chest, almost made her change from A to B.

Ionuma Isao looked at her funny: "If you don't know me well enough, then don't provoke me. My mother is even afraid when I get out of control!"

"No, I'm not very surprised. After all, this is you..." Huacheng Iori took off his earphones, calmed down his emotions, smiled calmly on his face, and slowly pulled up the skirt with his little hands: "As for the appearance and figure, I Very confident..."

"No!"

Ionuma Isao interrupted her directly.

"You are not confident! At least, when choosing a bra, you don't dare to ask the salesperson to try on B!"

"..."

The angel wanted to blow his dog's head off on the spot.

If she hadn't been such a scumbag, she would have really jumped up and smashed his head off...

"I'm used to other people's eyes everywhere, so I don't mind!" Huacheng Iori clenched her fists, lifted her skirt, and said word by word: "But it doesn't matter to others. If you say it, please don't expose the inferiority of male creatures. The essence of it." "I'll interrupt you!" Ionuma Isao interrupted again and asked: "You yourself think that your charm is infinite, and you think that I will definitely fall under your pomegranate skirt. Then, I want to ask if I When I look at you, I don’t have any male instinct. Isn’t this disrespectful to your beauty? Isn’t it, Lord Angel?”

When he said the title "Lord Angel", he kept laughing and never stopped.

"..."

The angel's breathing was rapid, and his chest was heaving.

Her chest hurt a little under her vigorous breathing, which gave her the illusion that her growth had accelerated.

"I know you better!" she said through gritted teeth.

Ionuma Isao also had no shame and said frankly: "To a certain extent, as a male, I tend to be more shameless and obscene when swearing at others. So it's better for you to be arrogant once in a while, otherwise, I won't always be used to it." I can capture you. If I can slap you down the courtyard with a bamboo knife, I can also mercilessly exploit your shortcomings and humiliate you. You don’t have any objections, do you?”

Speaking of this, a happy smile appeared on his face again.

"I think you won't like a man whose knees go weak when he sees a beautiful girl and can't help but kneel down."

"That's right." Huacheng Iori nodded slightly.

"You can understand, I'm very happy!" Iinuma Isao smiled happily.

After shamelessly winning the fight with the girl, he stopped pretending and lowered his gaze slightly, focusing on his legs.

The texture of the girl's feet is naturally delicate, like silk and white silk, which is even better than that of a fairy.

The thighs are white, tender and sinewy, with two round and cute little knees below, without a trace of excess horniness;

The calves are straight and slender, and the protruding shins are as beautiful as a knife. The ankles of both feet are half covered in socks, making them look cute.

Actually, if you look carefully, you'll see that she has an angelic appearance...and an unexpectedly good figure.

The proportions of the head and body are perfect, and the slender legs are absolutely perfect. Although the butt is not full and has never been touched, based on the shape that is usually observed, it is also super curvy and should not be bad in elasticity.

She usually wears loose clothes, so her figure is not obvious.

After lifting up the skirt, you can feel that this slender body also has a thrilling beauty.

Regarding breasts, some people are not too dissatisfied with them, while others think they are enough.

Ping Tianxia and gathering people's hearts are two extremes. In Iinuma Xun's eyes, he has no shortage of people who can gather people's hearts, so Ping Tianxia's Angel-sama can give him another sense of freshness.

Probably because I am used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and I want to have salted fish and white porridge occasionally.

"Have you finished reading?" Huacheng Iori adjusted his mood.

Iinuma Isao reluctantly withdrew his gaze and bowed sincerely: "Bodhisattva, I'm fine!"

A person must have a conscience.

If you don't express your gratitude, you won't be able to watch it next time.

Huacheng Iori put down her skirt, put her hands back in her pockets, and looked at him with interest: "Tell me your thoughts."

"Um……"

Ionuma Isao thought about it for a while.

"I have one impression."

"What is it?"

Facing the girl's eyes as bright and clear as moonlight, Ionuma Isao answered honestly: "Safety pants are really annoying!"

"..."

Angel suddenly felt a headache.

...Unexpected, but it feels reasonable, as expected of you!

"Look, you don't know me well, you don't even know what I think." Ionuma Isao glanced at her delicate and flawless face calmly, with the expression of an old father who spoke earnestly: "Confidence is a good thing. Like me, I am very confident. But if you think you can definitely charm me, you are arrogant. Young people, don’t be too arrogant. Sometimes it’s better to be a little humble..."

"Yeah~"

"Yes."

In Huacheng Iori's calm eyes, a playful light suddenly emerged: "Guess, are there any other outfits in the bag you are carrying? For example, a miniskirt that goes to the middle of the thigh, or a pair of black knee-length pants. Socks…”

"Hey?"

Ionuma Isao was stunned.

He realized something in an instant and immediately raised his head to observe his surroundings.

This is a deserted road. The railings on the side of the road are rusty and the street trees are covered with dust. There are only two figures in front of a restaurant 200 meters away, and a lonely puppy.

No one, that’s it!
Ionuma Isao's eyes sharpened, he looked back at the girl, and said righteously: "Actually, the reason why I am willing to scold you is entirely because of your bare feet. It's not that bare feet don't look good, but knee-high socks are more cost-effective, please. Be sure to change into a short skirt and black stockings, now!”

"Really want to see it?" Huacheng Iori looked at the bastard with a smile.

"If I said without conscience that I didn't want to watch it, I would despise this behavior myself!" Iinuma said righteously, his eyes paused, and then he quickly added: "Also, when changing into short skirts and black stockings, Please take off your safety pants and burn them for me!"

"You hate safety pants?"

"Safety pants are like cancer cells. They are the biggest stubborn disease that hinders human health and the source of all pain! When I become prime minister, my first decree will be to ban the production and sale of safety pants and kill them from the source. The source of all evil!"

"Have you ever thought about becoming prime minister? And you have already thought about the first decree?"

"There is a second article!" Ionuma Isao raised his chest and raised his head to meet her gaze, as generous as if he was about to lead all Japanese people to launch a coup to drive away the US military, and said: "Revise the Marriage Act and abolish monogamy!"

"..."

Huacheng Iori has two memories of his life. He has lived for 35 and a half years, and for the first time, he has the illusion of being speechless.

"I still underestimated you when it comes to perversion..." she sighed.

"Shouldn't that be called a mentor?"

"Don't insult this word. You should focus on the trivial matters between men and women."

"My heart is not only about the male-female affair, but also about quantum mechanics!"

"Time's up!" Huacheng Iori was too lazy to argue with him, turned around and walked towards the heavily guarded abandoned factory area.

"There are also Schrödinger's cat, Zeno's turtle, Laplace's beast, Maxwell's demon..." Ionuma followed her all the way and looked at his chest indifferently, "and the ultimate wonder of the universe - Angel's A And A!”

Huacheng Iori stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.

"There seems to be something, and there seems to be nothing. The superposition state between something and nothing. Does this involve quantum mechanics?"

"You! Go! Front! Front!"

"All right……"

Ionuma Isao walked in front silently.

After two seconds, he couldn't help but look back: "Are you still wearing the black silk skirt?"

Angel kicked him in the butt.

Hey, Ionuma Isao felt happy.

Lord Angel has perfect scores in all aspects, but when it comes to being poor in speech, he is not on the same level as him.

So, the world is undecided, you and I are both dark horses, and it is not certain who will fall first!

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