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

Chapter 89 The bridge was repaired and the road was paved, but we entered the wrong cab.

In the dark corner of the living room, Huacheng Xingzi was caught.

She gritted her teeth and groaned, her delicate body trembling, and she used her hands and feet to shrink back.

But since her niece was in the bathroom at the edge of the living room, she was afraid of being noticed, so she didn't dare to make too much noise.

This also gave Ionuma Isao the opportunity to be arrogant.

Except for you, I have never been like this with anyone else... It is impossible for him to not know the meaning of this sentence.

The old aunt has confessed like this, how could Ionuma Isao miss the opportunity.

"Um……"

Huacheng Xingzi lost her voice and her body stopped struggling instantly.

Even in the dark, her delicate red face was clearly visible.

Iinuma Isao looked at her condescendingly, feeling that it was easier for her to leave in this state.

"Axun, don't look..."

Huacheng Xingzi shouted half begging for mercy and half commanding.

Her ears felt hot, her upper body was tense, and her lower body tried to shrink back to avoid it, but her body was helplessly fixed.

The old aunt's body is always more honest than her mouth.

Iinuma Isao lay next to her ear and asked semi-threateningly: "Are you still talking about platonic love?"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes widened with shy sullenness. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it out. At the same time, she whispered: "You are pretending to be drunk. It's so shameful! Get up!"

Ionuma Isao would not do it.

Huacheng Xingzi clamped her legs, held his hand with one hand, and tore the corners of his mouth with the other, making silent resistance.

But Ionuma Isao already has experience.

He quickly found the old aunt's weakness.

In an instant, Huacheng Xingzi's waist tightened, and her facial features were painfully squeezed together.

The hand that was originally tugging at the corner of his mouth also dropped, and instead pressed against his chest and pushed hard. His beautiful and fair face was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.

This was the first time for Ionuma Isao to observe her reaction at such a close distance.

Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes are foggy, and her long and charming breathing sound in her throat, combined with her melon-seed face, which is as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, is even more alluring beyond words.

"husband……"

Under Iinuma Isao's gaze, the old aunt frowned and her face turned red.

My husband already yelled, so he didn't bother to be tough.

The sexy red lips were slightly open, sometimes panting lightly, sometimes biting her lower lip.

Her unbearable look is really fascinating.

Under Iinuma Isao's scrutiny, her waist, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly collapsed, and her hands began to scratch at Iinuma Isao's body indiscriminately. Her fair and tender skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the living room, and Angel came out of the bathroom.

At this time, the old aunt had not come back to her senses, and she was in a daze.

Ionuma Isao quickly lay down, hugging the old aunt's body and making no sound.

The living room became silent, except for the clock on the fireplace, which was still ticking regularly.

But angels are not easy to mess with.

She pretended to be innocent and ignorant of the world, walked straight to the dining table, frowned, and said with some amusement: "No, Axun, how old are you? Why are you still relying on your aunt to act like a baby? "

At this time, the old aunt has not yet recovered from the aftertaste.

Biting her lower lip, eyes dull

But her niece's words still stimulated her.

"I'll help you back to the room!" The angel walked slowly towards this side.

Iinuma Isao knew that she was here to cause trouble, and secretly thought that something was wrong.

At this time, Huacheng Kyoko suddenly took a deep breath and shouted sharply: "Iori, go back to your room and sleep!"

"Aunt, I will help him back with you." Huacheng Iori said calmly.

"No, I'll do it myself. Go back to your room quickly!" How dare Huacheng Xingzi let her niece know her current state.

Huacheng Iori is determined to make trouble: "I don't want to sleep yet."

Huacheng Xingzi became anxious and shouted at her in a very rare tone: "If you don't want to sleep, go upstairs and read!"

What else did Angel want to say.

But suddenly, she noticed a pair of blood-red eyes outside the window, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Okay, I'll go back right now." She turned around, moved lightly with her steps, and disappeared like a feather in front of the corridor leading to the backyard.

After her niece's back disappeared completely, Huacheng Xingzi breathed a sigh of relief.

The living room returned to silence.

In the dark night, the only sound left was her slight breathing.

Ionuma Isao looked at her and saw that her face was flushed, her eyes were blurred and moist, and her messy hair was stuck to the sweat on her forehead, as if she was still immersed in the afterglow.

Their eyes met for a long time, Huacheng Xingzi twisted her slender waist to squeeze him out, then took a long breath, lowered her voice and said: "That's enough, why don't you get up quickly..."

Ionuma Isao smiled, put his finger in front of his nose and sniffed.

"You!" Huacheng Xingzi's eyes widened instantly. In shock and shame, she slapped him on the head and scolded: "You're so dirty. What's the good smell? Don't sniff everything like a puppy..."

As she said that, she used her hands and feet to push him down.

But after lifting her feet a few times, there was only a "snap" sound, and one of the high heels was kicked off, revealing her white and tender feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

Seeing her watery eyes and dizzy cheeks, Ionuma Isao couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.

Before she scolded him, he immediately stood up, picked up the high heels and helped her put them on.

Then, he immediately picked up the mistress again.

Huacheng Xingzi was still fighting with him, clenching her teeth and pushing around with her hands.

But the strange thing is that there is no defense under the hem of her skirt that she has already lifted.

Ionuma Isao never misses an opportunity.

"Sigh~"

Huacheng Xingzi gasped, her eyes froze for a moment, and she hugged him with both hands.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was pale, and she looked frightened and unable to control herself. Compared with her usual domineering and cold image, she looked completely different.

Iinuma Isao liked her little woman look so much.

At this moment, there was suddenly another sound of footsteps from the other side of the corridor, as if someone was walking in the atrium.

Huacheng Kyoko was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly picked up a pink fist and hit him on the head. She lowered her voice and urged: "Go back to the room, hurry up, let Iori see it, I will commit suicide now..."

She knows everything, okay...

Of course, Ionuma Isao would not say this.

"Your room or mine?" he asked excitedly.

Huacheng Xingzi replied without hesitation: "Of course it's your room..."

She felt something was wrong when she said it, but when she thought about going back to her room, she would be exposed more easily, and she was in a dilemma... The words made her feel shy, so she simply closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.

With her acquiescence, Iinuma Isao was extremely happy.

He dragged the old aunt's butt with both hands, climbed up from the ground, and whispered: "Hold me tight."

Before Huacheng Xingzi could react, he had already lifted her into the air.

"Eh?"

She was shocked inside and struggled subconsciously.

"what are you doing……"

"Go back to your room."

"I can go by myself..." Huacheng Xingzi shouted in a low voice

Ionuma Isao turned around and left.

Huacheng Xingzi's body was hanging in the air, and out of instinct, she hugged his neck tightly with her hands, and her two beautiful legs were also tightly wrapped around his waist.

The beautiful mistress was hanging on the young man's body.

She is tall and plump, but she doesn't feel heavy when you hold her in your arms.

Of course, it's not because she is light, but because Iinuma Isao is very powerful.

How can a plump woman who is 1.7 meters tall be light...

It can be seen that without a healthy body, you will not be able to drive a big car even if you want to.

Ionuma Isao dragged the old aunt's butt with his hands and slowly moved towards the bedroom.

This posture is too upright.

With every step he took, he couldn't help but lower his hands a little.

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi was extremely embarrassed.

As a mistress and an elder, it is indeed shameful to be held like this by the son of my best friend.

"I can still walk on my own, let me down!" She twisted her body, kicked hard with her calf hanging in the air, and warned in a low voice: "Ionuma Isao, put me down, do you hear me!"

Due to her nervousness, she is now very small and feels particularly easy to bully.

Ionuma Isao whispered in her ear: "You still call yourself aunt?"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her teeth and looked away.

"Keep your voice down, don't let Iori hear anything." Iinuma Isao hugged her and continued walking back.

"You have to keep your voice down!" Huacheng Xingzi said angrily.

However, she stopped struggling.

She also knew that if she made a scene and disturbed her niece, her face would be completely lost, so she reluctantly shut her mouth and stopped talking.

But her body was still twisting left and right, wanting to get down and walk on her own.

Seeing her being so uncooperative, Ionuma Isao simply turned his head and walked towards the atrium.

As he walked, he raised one hand and punished like last time.

In this silent courtyard, the sound of "pop" was particularly clear.

"You, what are you doing..."

Huacheng Xingzi was shocked.

She quickly stopped struggling, hugged his neck tightly with her arms, straightened her body, and lowered her voice: "Wrong, this is the way to the backyard, turn around quickly. I, I can't move anymore..."

Now you know you are good?
Ionuma Isao hit her and said angrily: "If your body was half as hard as your mouth, you wouldn't be able to be manipulated so easily by me."

"……To shut up!"

Huacheng Xingzi was ashamed and angry, and her teeth were itching with hatred.

But there was nothing she could do.

She is emotionally childish, but at this time she is torn between the torments of immorality. She has the dual temperament of a noble lady and a lovely girl.

To be honest, if the angel comes back at this time, you will see a very fragrant scene.

A beautiful middle-aged woman in a black evening dress was held in the air by a half-grown boy and spanked violently. This scene was really hard to control.

The feeling of tension and excitement is particularly fascinating.

Huacheng Xingzi's physique is more easily stimulated by the outside world.

Ionuma Isao held her in his arms and stood in a stalemate in front of the corridor to the atrium before turning around and walking back to the guest bedroom.

In the darkness, he heard his mistress sighing in relief in his ear.

This place is obviously her territory, but now, she has become completely passive...

Arriving at the guest room area, the boy carried her into the room.

The room was filled with the scent of verbena.

Ionuma Isao opened the door and reached out to touch the light switch. "Don't turn on the light!" Huacheng Xingzi whispered on his shoulder.

She was shy and didn't want the boy to observe her embarrassment and shame... Iinuma Ionuma obeyed her and did not turn on the ceiling light, but after putting her on the bed, he still turned on the bedside lamp.

Warm light illuminates the corner of the bed.

Huacheng Xingzi kicked off her black high-heeled shoes indiscriminately, and her two silky legs were curled up, lying comfortably on the soft bed like a cat.

She was still wearing a black dress, but it was already messy.

Wearing a black kimono, she always sits at the top, her skin is white, and her narrow eyes are half-closed calmly.

The black kimono made her taciturn and focused, alert to the sneak attack of disaster, like a reliable sentinel for the safety of the family.

Wearing a dress, her graceful curves of the undulating mountains were highlighted. The ultra-thin flesh-colored suspender stockings and black pointed-toe stiletto high-heeled shoes brought her sexy charm.

The black dress allows her feminine and charming nature to be released and arouses people's imagination.

The bun, which has long been scattered, not only does not look gaudy at all, but also perfectly complements the beauty's temperament and eyebrows.

Iinuma Isao's eyes wandered over her body.

The old aunt tonight is so beautiful that she just wants to be loved and loved.

There was a kind of novelty in the young man's eyes, as he looked at her carefully, like a collector appreciating an antique. She has soft and warm black hair, and her skin is white and delicate. She is really a rare noble beauty.

Being stared at by him like this, Huacheng Xingzi felt uncomfortable all over.

He smiled and she smiled back.

I don't know why it made me feel a little embarrassed, but it was an extremely sweet moment.

She still wasn't used to this sweetness.

He turned over face down and buried his face in the pillow. After a long time, he spat out: "I, I'm a little nervous, please talk to me first..."

Hearing this, Ionuma Isao straightened his back and sat upright next to her legs, holding her legs in his hands.

He lifted up a corner of her skirt, revealing a smooth and delicate calf.

He put his hand on the old aunt's calf and kneaded it slightly. The fragile skin was wrapped in flesh-colored stockings and felt smooth to the touch.

Huacheng Xingzi has become accustomed to the feeling of her feet in his hands. Not only does she not reject it, she also enjoys it very much.

The flesh-colored silk is thin and translucent, and the snow-white jade feet are clearly visible.

She sat up, leaned her back against the bedside table, stretched out her legs and put them in his hands, and said helplessly: "Sister Xun strictly forbids me from having a relationship with you, but you look like this, how can I explain to her..."

"Mom also strictly forbids me from liking you." Ionuma Isao said with a smile.

"Eh?" Huacheng Xingzi blinked her narrow phoenix eyes with doubt in her eyes, "Then you still like me?"

"First of all, you deserve my love." Ionuma Isao said, raising her feet in front of his eyes to admire her, "Secondly, I have been living according to my mother's wishes since I was a child. At this age, I have started to be more or less rebellious. Alright, do you think so?"

"How can you be so rebellious!" Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but step on his face with her soles.

Ionuma Isao took a deep sniff.

A special perfume smell, mixed with the slight smell of high-heeled leather and the sour smell of sweat, went straight to the top of his head.

Really top!
"Tsk, you should know a little bit about your sister Xun's thoughts, right?" Iinuma Xun was intoxicated. His fingertips were rubbing the stockings on her ankles, talking about his mother as if he was accusing or showing off. "Self-righteous, controlling, and pushy... She doesn't want me to like you because she wants to keep my heart firmly tied to her, you know?"

Huacheng Xingzi leaned against the head of the bed and breathed comfortably in her throat: "Your mother is quite petty... I even suspect that she may regard her daughter-in-law as a love rival."

"You are her love rival!" Ionuma Isao's eyes moved from the soles of her feet to her beautiful face.

"Go, go, are you kidding!" Huacheng Xingzi pressed his foot on the bridge of his nose again and pushed back hard. "If you talk nonsense again, I will charter a private jet to take you back to Hokkaido now."

"I will go back with you this New Year." Ionuma Isao took off her feet and said with a serious expression: "My classmates and best friends in the past are now my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Thinking of that scene makes me happy."

Huacheng Xingzi glared at him fiercely.

After a moment, she sighed softly and said in a nostalgic way: "I haven't seen Sister Xun for a long time. It seems that we haven't seen each other since she was pregnant with you and went to Hokkaido."

"How did she get pregnant with me?" Iinuma Isao couldn't help but ask.

Huacheng Xingzi said helplessly: "I really don't know this. Anyway, I got pregnant without any warning."

"Do you know my father?" Iinuma Isao asked.

"I don't know." Huacheng Xingzi shook her head, looking a little confused, "Didn't she tell you?"

"No." Ionuma Isao was also helpless, "She said I came into her belly from a mirror, and there was no father at all."

"Kids don't believe this kind of joke." Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but laugh, "However, from the many years I have known her, she does seem to be someone who can make things up..."

"How long have you known Mom?"

"Well, let me think about it..." Huacheng Xingzi fell into memories. After thinking for a long time, her eyes became more and more confused and blurred. "I don't remember clearly. It should be college, but Sister Xun and I were in college. We have a good relationship, so, high school...strange, I can’t remember what happened in high school at all..."

"What do you mean you can't remember?"

Huacheng Xingzi patted her head and smiled helplessly: "I always feel like I have lost a memory of my high school days."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, it feels very dramatic, almost like a novel."

"Losing a memory from high school, could it be related to the first love I had longed for?" Ionuma Isao shook his head and said with a smile, "It's like a romance novel, or it's like a shojo manga."

After hearing this, Huacheng Xingzi couldn't help but frown.

She wanted to scold the boy loudly, saying that she had never liked anyone else.

But the throbbing feeling of dreaming deep in her heart made her not very confident...

Ionuma Isao noticed that her expression changed and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Iinuma Isao let go of her little feet, moved forward, and hugged her body, "No matter what you were like before, I don't care, I already like you anyway. …”

Huacheng Xingzi was in his arms, smelling the perfume made from verbena.

My heart, which was originally full of hope and happiness, was now intoxicated; at the same time, thinking of what was about to happen tonight, I couldn't help but feel hot all over and feel itchy in my heart.

But her reserve as a mistress still made her react indifferently.

Faced with the boy's confession, Huacheng Kyoko was neither surprised nor displeased, nor was she flattered to win the boy's heart.

With her head resting on his broad chest, she spoke slowly: "Ah, if you like me, then just do it. But I'm sure your love for me won't last long."

"Why do you see it?" Iinuma Isao asked.

"Because this is completely futile, and you will understand the truth soon." Huacheng Xingzi said calmly, "It is precisely because your love will not last long that I am here to accept what you are going to do tonight. "

Iinuma Isao sighed: "Emotional matters are impossible to control, how can you make such an assertion?"

Huacheng Xingzi looked at him: "Although I have never been in love, love is nothing more than a kind of desire. In the past 30 years of life, I will cut off all ties with anyone who has developed a love for me and expressed this. Close contact, without exception. Because, first of all, I hate them; secondly, I think they are like mad dogs who can attack at any time, so I have doubts about their character."

She talked eloquently, her language was low and gentle, and it sounded like a wisp of silk and bamboo.

Ionuma Isao listened quietly.

"Love, in the eyes of you men, is a kind of desire. In my opinion, it is different. I think love should be a union of souls, so what I say about 'Platonic love' is not just about love. Your prevarication is perfunctory, please...turn your eyes to me."

Iinuma Isao's gaze that had just moved away turned back again.

The smile on Huacheng Xingzi's face slowly disappeared, her face was calm, and she said word by word: "Please listen clearly, I can never maintain a long-term physical relationship with a man who cannot get married, if you want me to be your mistress existence, then we might as well give up as soon as possible... Now that we have said it, after tonight, we are still the elder and the younger generation. Maybe if you are a little greedier, the two of us can become real friends without any distracting thoughts. What do you think? "

Ionuma Isao suddenly realized that for this reason, it was tantamount to a showdown.

An old aunt with a traditional and conservative personality and a loyal concept of love cannot accept a relationship that has been buried deep in the ground for a long time...

He was sincerely happy that he could get such a woman, and stretched out his hands to her: "From now on, I will do everything according to your wishes."

From the young man's clear words, Huacheng Xingzi realized that he meant it from the bottom of his heart, so she handed it to him with both hands.

Iinuma Isao kissed both of her hands, then raised his head, looked at her and said, "If I were as old as you, I would wish to marry you."

All women love to hear this kind of heartfelt compliment.

Huacheng Xingzi is no exception.

This time, her eyes were more moved, and she glanced at him quickly. Then, she put a hand on his arm and said very gently: "I'm glad you can understand me. What a pity..."

At this point, she hesitated for a moment, and then said frankly: "How I wish you were as old as me."

"Yup!"

Ionuma Isao's face was filled with annoyance.

Seeing him annoyed, Huacheng Xingzi felt even worse in her heart.

She stretched out a hand to him and gave him a heartbreaking glance that was both sad and tender: "I'm too old..."

"I'm much younger than you..." the boy said.

"correct."

"It will take at least two more years."

"What's more than two years?"

"It will be at least that long before I can marry you."

Huacheng Xingzi nodded subconsciously: "That's it..."

After a moment, she suddenly woke up and looked at the boy in shock: "You, you... what did you say? Are you sure you didn't say anything stupid?"

Ionuma Isao took her hand and held it tightly.

This little hand with delicate skin, a little warm, and fragrant fragrance, was put to his lips and kissed for a long time.

Huacheng Xingzi's face looked a little unnatural.

Surprise, disbelief, and a hint of expectation...the complex emotions were intertwined on her face, making her look so charming, beautiful, and delicate.

"I said, I will marry you when I come of age." Ionuma Isao held her little hand and said as if he was swearing, "You said that, how can I make sense if I don't marry you yet?"

"No, uh, I...year, age..."

The old aunt stuttered a little.

"No one says you can't have an old wife and a young husband."

"No, appearance, appearance...I will know you sooner than you grow old..."

"It's not like things are without beauty." Ionuma Isao stared into her eyes with a friendly smile on his lips: "There seem to be a few things in this world that can stay young forever. No matter where they are or in whose hands they are. I will grab it and send it to you in a box with a bow, how about that?"

His eyes were solemn and lingering.

Huacheng Xingzi's heart was eroded by the warmth. She quickly moved her eyes to the side to prevent him from seeing her panic, and said: "I don't like to hear sweet words..."

"Then let's talk about it later." Iinuma Isao let go of her hand and turned her into his arms, "It's already early in the morning, do you plan to chat with me until dawn?"

Huacheng Xingzi dodged slightly and broke away from his embrace.

She held the pillow towel in her hand and looked at the boy with an expression that seemed to be difficult to explain. Her expression was obviously a little embarrassed, and coupled with the shyness, she felt at a loss for the moment.

After a while, she bit her lower lip gently, and Yanran made up her mind. She cleared her throat and said solemnly: "But it's okay, but, uh, that condom... remember to put it on."

Iinuma Isao's eyes twitched: "How could I possibly have such a thing!"

"What did you say?" Huacheng Xingzi raised his face.

Her narrow phoenix eyes widened and flickered, and her gaze was fierce and oppressive, as if a queen was asking condescendingly: Did you want to be barefoot from the beginning?
Stared by her sharp eyes, Ionuma Isao said helplessly, "Of course."

Huacheng Xingzi looked at him and said coldly: "Go out and buy now!"

Ionuma Isao looked into her eyes and found that she had no intention of joking or compromising at all, so he could only mutter "Wait for me", then turned over and went out, running towards the nearest convenience store as quickly as possible.

"Whoo~"

Huacheng Xingzi took a deep breath and rubbed her cheeks.

Her cheeks were so hot that she rolled out of bed, went to the sanitary napkin in the guest room to wash her face, and talked to herself in the mirror for a long time.

Through the open door, a fragrant breeze blew.

The silver-haired concubine stared at the bathroom with red eyes.

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Ionuma Isao came back from the convenience store and found that the lights in the room were turned off.

The old aunt was lying on her side on the bed with her back to the door, covered with a thin sheet.

The smell in the room was masked by alcohol and perfume.

There was also slight snoring coming from the bed.

"Pretend to be asleep, let's see how long you can pretend!"

Ionuma Isao hugged her from behind, and when he was about to accelerate violently, he suddenly discovered that her hair was white...

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