120. The little devil school girl will not let go of the scumbag senior in the car
The next morning, the rain stopped.
The sun was not out and the sky was a little gloomy.
Fujiwara Izaya also woke up from the heat.
The summer in Tokyo was unbearably hot, and the room had no air conditioning. He missed the Olaf automatic refrigeration unit very much.
I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was 8:40 in the morning, and I didn't plan to stay in bed any longer. Of course, it was impossible to go for a morning run. After I picked up my clothes and took a shower in the bathroom, I immediately felt refreshed.
good!
On July 12, 2020, I just took a shower and felt happy and beautiful.
Today we need to love and work!
Fujiwara Izaya took out a 5-neck shake
If the coin is on the front, sell songs, and if the coin is on the back, sell paintings. If the coin is left standing, go back to China and lead the Chinese men's football team to the 2022 World Cup in Qatar.
Toss a coin in your hand.
"boom--"
A crisp voice sounded.
reverse side.
The miracle didn't happen.
Fujiwara Izaya put his drawing board on his back and went downstairs.
"I am leaving."
"Okay, pay attention to safety and come back early in the evening."
With Ms. Yukino's sweet and friendly voice, Izaya Fujiwara left the shop where there was only one customer, [Lemon], with his drawing board under his arm.
Forty-five minutes later, he appeared in the square in front of Shinjuku Station, helping people draw portraits.
As the largest station in the world, there is always a constant flow of traffic in front of Shinjuku Station, office workers in formal attire commuting or running business, rows of shops and screens showing various information.
Fujiwara Izaya chose a cool shade and set up his easel.
Next door, a poverty band was improvising with barrels and pots and pans; further away, someone was playing solo with an old guitar.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly missed the second-hand Yamaha guitar sold at the flea market, but it was a pity that it had been smashed.
After a while, a girl with a violin sat down next to him.
In the past, Izaya Fujiwara often came back here to set up a stall and paint on weekends, and became familiar with many young people who worked part-time here. For example, this young girl was a college student from Waseda, with a pair of heart-warming clear eyes like a deer.
"Fujiwara-kun hasn't been here for a long time." She greeted Izaya Fujiwara with a smile.
"I've been busy decorating recently." Fujiwara Izaya held the paintbrush in his hand and turned it casually on his fingertips.
The female college student then asked: "Do you want to go out to play tonight?"
"No way at night..." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and said to her with a smile, "After closing the stall, I'm going to Asakusa Shoemaking Street."
"Shoemaking Street?"
"I plan to be a shoemaker in the future."
"Haha... Fujiwara-kun is really great. I feel like you are always as cheerful as the clear sky, and you seem to be focused on everything you do..."
This little deer,
you are wrong.
People always have exaggerated and distorted ideas about things they don’t understand. If you understand me, I’m afraid you’ll spit on me... Fujiwara-kun shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to the person standing in front of the stall.
’s first customer.
A tall woman in her mid-twenties, with big dark eyes.
She was wearing a round-collared white shirt and a navy blue skirt. Neither of them were very high-end, nor were they very free and easy. They were just ordinary clothes sold in nearby shopping malls.
But he is a good-looking person, with long legs and a slim waist, and a charming complexion.
The beautiful hair cascaded down, as black and shiny as the lead of a pencil.
With the beauty in front of him, Fujiwara Izaya painted without any distractions.
From a purely labor perspective, portrait painting is quite an easy task. As long as you master the essentials, no matter how many paintings you draw, it is just a repetition of the same procedure. Using Fujiwara Izaya's technique, it only takes fifteen minutes to paint a portrait, and the fee is 5,000 yuan.
He regularly sets up a stall in front of Shinjuku Station every weekend. Over the past year, he has accumulated a small reputation. Many people will wait for him here, ask to take photos with him, and put their arms around his waist to take advantage of him.
well……
Life is hard, and you use sex to entertain people.
In fact, he doesn't make much money from painting, but Fujiwara Rin also doesn't like the days when he's always fighting and killing. During his free time when he doesn't have to remove spirits, he will do things that can calm people down and refresh his mind.
.
Such as painting, playing the piano, fishing, etc.
Among them, he likes fishing the most, but there is no money to be made from fishing, so he can only spare one afternoon a month to go fishing...basically for the Air Force.
Half an hour later, the work was completed.
The painting is pretty good, and the overall level is first-rate.
The woman looked at the painting for a long time and said in a casual tone, "You were very focused just now."
"Of course you have to take your work seriously," Fujiwara Izaya replied.
The woman asked slightly curiously: "Work?"
"Yes, in my opinion, a part-time job is equivalent to a formal job."
"Besides, are there any other jobs?"
"nature."
For the sake of money, Fujiwara Izaya talked to her a few more words and told her all about his part-time business.
"Will doing so many chores affect your business?" the woman asked curiously.
"There is no such thing as influence," Fujiwara Izaya replied seriously, "Whether it is singing, painting, or mowing the lawn to clean the toilet, in my opinion, it is a way to achieve perfection, and it is the same as my business.
The goals are the same.”
"Perfect?"
"Self-perfection."
Hearing this answer, the woman smiled slightly.
"We will meet again soon."
After saying that, she took the painting and left on her pointed and thin high heels.
"G, stop!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly stood up and shouted at her, "Miss, you haven't paid me yet, don't do it for nothing!
!”
"Definitely next time."
The woman turned her back to him and waved.
Then, her body melted into the air like ice melting into water, and disappeared.
The change was so sudden that Fujiwara Izaya couldn't tell whether she was using Shinto spells or magic, and there was no trace of divine or demonic power in the air.
Buddhism...
Fujiwara Rin also didn’t understand it in depth.
Could it be that she is a nun?
But even if you are a nun, you can’t prostitute me for free!
Why don't you have any monks in Buddhism? Do you need to come to Shinto to pay prostitutes to priests?
In the Shinjuku Station Square where people were coming and going, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt a little sad. People in big cities were too cold, and no matter how many people around him, they couldn't give him any warmth.
Shivering!
Will the world get better?
He is just a simple boy who came from the mountains of Nagano Prefecture. Why should he be treated like this?
Even if it was fine to be played with emotionally and physically by a Tokyo woman, he didn't want to be prostituted by a Tokyo woman for nothing!
"G, handsome boy, do you want to go to the coffee shop together?"
There was a chatter coming from the side, and Fujiwara Izaya looked over. He saw a woman in her early twenties, wearing a short skirt, with her legs exposed. Her appearance could only be said to be a decent one, and she looked better than the one who had just prostituted him for free.
That woman is much different.
"I'm still a high school student." He replied.
"High school students are better, maybe they are still virgins."
"Sorry, I'm working part-time. If you need a portrait, you can sit down on the stool over here."
"Okay." The woman crossed her legs and sat down happily, "My sister likes the artistic brother best!"
"I also like the big sister the most." Fujiwara Izaya showed a polite business smile, picked up the paintbrush and started the second business.
Life must go on.
Don't be negative just because of a setback.
Then again, since arriving in Tokyo, Fujiwara Izaya has received a lot of love letters and chats, including some rich and beautiful young women or fashionable urban girls.
It seems that even the rich women in Tokyo will not reject the relationship between siblings, if they are willing to show off...
wrong!
Now I am in love with a rich woman!
With all kinds of things in my mind, the day passes quickly.
I painted portraits for seven customers, and my income was 35,000, which was far less than what I could earn from singing.
Before leaving, Fujiwara Izaya gave 500 shakes to the girl playing the violin next door.
The female college student who was singing "I am a big idiot who yearns for Tokyo to death" with violin accompaniment stuck out her tongue at him and smiled playfully.
Fujiwara Izaya put the drawing board on his back and walked towards Shinjuku Station humming a song.
"Ah~ happy dragonfly, where are you going to fly to?"
"Ah~ the happy dragonfly is smiling with its tongue out."
Back in Asakusa, it was already dusk. Fujiwara Izaya also grabbed an E-level commission on the Onnyangryo app, and the price was 40,000.
What he was dealing with was a pornographic book that had been found in a second-hand bookstore, and he could easily punch it to death.
Easily get 40,000 shakes
With this 40,000 yuan, I turned around and went into the neighborhood with the most handmade shoe shops in Asakusa. I bought a complete set of tools and many pieces of expensive leather. I also bought a few books related to shoemaking and carried a large bag of things.
I called Kawashima Meiji and said they would arrive in half an hour.
After receiving the call, Miss Mei Kee happily prepared a large table of dishes.
As a result, when Fujiwara Izaya arrived, he didn't even say hello to her. He took pictures of the hundreds of pairs of shoes in her shoe cabinet with his mobile phone.
"Why are you taking those pictures?" Kawashima Miji was leaning on the table, her long hair covering most of her face, her eyes charming: "Am I not as good-looking as my shoes~"
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked over.
Kawashima Miji raised her smooth feet and stepped on his face from afar.
"By the way, I met someone today who was a bit strange." Fujiwara Izaya turned around and continued to pat his shoes, "Female, around 26 or 7, not bad looking. She may have a purification pearl on her body."
Kawashima Miji narrowed her charming big eyes to a slit and looked at him with resentment.
After a while, she softly "hum~".
Fujiwara Izaya analyzed and said: "Deliberately appearing in front of me means that I can be monitored. But the other party did not take action after revealing his identity, which means that he is deliberately releasing goodwill. In this way, the organization does not want to be my enemy, and at the same time it is also
Warn me not to continue to fight against them."
"It's not impossible." Kawashima Meiji's delicate brows frowned.
"You said that behind the shortage of Huang Songyu, could it be that organizations are engaged in large-scale acquisitions?"
"I have no information about this."
"Anyway, it's always better to be a little more skeptical."
"I'll go to the Furukawa Hall later to inquire about the news."
"Didn't the organization take any action against you?"
"No one has contacted me yet, and I can't contact them..."
"It seems they have given up on Miss Mei Kee."
"It's a good idea. They are not good people. Maybe they have some big conspiracy waiting for me."
"It doesn't matter, you are my shikigami." Fujiwara Izaya looked back at her with a bright smile, "If you are in danger, return to my body and leave the rest to me."
Looking at his affectionate eyes, Kawashima Miji felt sweet in her heart and said meekly "Yeah". Then, as if in response to his protection, she whispered: "Last month, the store made a profit of 300 million yuan."
Adding in May's deposit and some liquidity, we now have almost 1 billion in deposits."
Fujiwara Izaya gave a thumbs up: "The rich woman is awesome!"
"Hehe~" Kawashima Meiji smiled knowingly, and glanced at the bag at his feet, which had the name of a shoe store written on it, and asked curiously: "Did you buy me shoes?"
"Well……"
"Try it on for me."
"It's not a finished product, it's just a shoemaking tool."
"You want to make shoes for me?" Kawashima Meiji was so excited that she suddenly stood up.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya blinked in confusion.
Kawashima Miji, who knew him somewhat, her face instantly turned cold.
One second the sun was shining brightly, and the next second dark clouds rolled over the city, directly covering Fujiwara Izaya's head and face.
"Asshole! You spent my money, used my shoes as inspiration, and made shoes for other women..." Miss Meiji rushed over and kicked him in the face. "I won't beat you to death today."
Just...ah...ummm..."
The kicking foot was caught by Fujiwara Izaya.
Then she lost her balance and fell backwards. Fujiwara Izaya quickly pounced forward, controlled her and kissed her red lips.
After struggling for a long time, Kawashima Meiji turned away with a blushing face, and a charming blush stained her cheeks.
After taking a few breaths, she hit Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder hard: "You want to choke me to death! Tell me, who made these shoes?"
"Miss Yukino's." Fujiwara Izaya said honestly.
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji turned away.
The empress is unhappy and has emotions in her heart that cannot be coaxed.
"After all, they have taken me in for so long, so they have to reciprocate, right..." Izaya Fujiwara pinched her little nose, "Miss Meiji is cute and charming, but she always likes to be jealous."
"Bite you to death!"
Kawashima Miji bit his finger.
"I'm liking Miss Miji more and more..." Fujiwara Izaya let her bite her, "She has a slender figure but such plump breasts, and the best buttocks I've ever seen, plus a pair of long legs... I'll wait until I put them on.
Can you give it to me on the day you take on the miko uniform?"
Kawashima Miji's expression was startled, and the biting force of her teeth was instantly released.
The light was bright, and her oval face under the messy bangs was as red as fire, like a delicate rose blooming in autumn.
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July 13th.
clear.
The weather is very good, with sparse white clouds and a blue sky without haze.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the sparrows sitting on the power poles outside the window and began to reflect on his behavior yesterday.
It’s really inappropriate to be so diligent even during the holidays.
no.
Students should behave like students.
Start messing around today!
Open the diary and write down yesterday's record.
[July 12, 2020: Very happy. I decided that I should love and work! So I went to Shinjuku Station to paint for a day. 】
Close the notebook.
I went to bed and took out my NS to play games.
I don’t know when the cicada started to sound and it never stopped.
[July 13th: I was very tired. I didn’t want to love or work anymore, so I just spent the whole day doing nothing.]
[July 14: I think that I must live a mean and shameless life in the future. This is my ideal. So today I still live a correct life: do nothing, sleep very late, and
I feel no guilt at all.]
[July 15: "Animal Crossing" is fun. 】
[July 16th: Fujiwara-kun, what are you doing! Even if you are a student, you have to do your summer homework during the holidays! How can you be so depraved! Have you forgotten the study plan you made earlier? Ziri: I
I will examine myself every day. You can’t continue like this tomorrow!]
[July 17: "Animal Crossing" is so fun. 】
[July 18th: I don’t want to do anything, so I’m just lazy in bed. But somewhere in my heart, I’m still thinking about my summer vacation homework that has made no progress. I’m extremely anxious, but I don’t pick up the pen to write my homework. Indulge me.
It was me, and I was the one pressing me. In order to relieve my anxiety, I turned over several times in bed.]
[July 19th: It seems like I’m going to have a training camp the day after tomorrow! I feel good about myself and full of hope for the future. The weather is great and I’ve barely done any homework. 】
[July 20: The summer survey paper is finally completed. I copied everything here and there. Although I deserve it, I have completed one subject at least. There are still seven subjects including Chinese, Mathematics, and English. Come on.
!]
[July 21st: Just writing homework! The beach, the sea, and two ladies in bikinis, here I come! 】
Fujiwara Izaya selected thin clothes that were easy to wash, dry and did not take up space, folded them into a small ball and stuffed them into his backpack. In addition to clothes, he also packed a few items: simple toiletries, notebooks and ballpoint pens, and headphones.
There is no need to bring other things, both wives bought new ones.
"I am leaving."
"Okay, come back early."
Yukino Riho watched the boy leave and sighed slightly.
When he comes back, it will be time to move out... I feel a bit reluctant to let him go.
Outside the shop door, the sun shines brightly on the Sumida River, and several huge black crows stay on the green trees, guarding the small bakery like guards.
※※※※※
The summer breeze blows gently and the sun is a little dazzling.
On the muddy bank of the Sumida River, daffodils were blooming in full bloom. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the flowing white petals of the flowers and suddenly thought of Rinko Hoshimi.
The senior's noble and elegant temperament goes very well with the daffodils.
After a while, footsteps came from behind, and I looked back. Rinko Hoshimi, wearing a clean white shirt and aqua blue skirt, was walking over, followed by a young mother who was dressed fresh and fashionable.
Both mother and daughter don't have much exposed skin, but overall they look very refreshed and exude a cool feeling.
Going against the summer wind, Mrs. Xingjian came to him and followed his line of sight: "Are you looking at the daffodils?"
"The beautiful daffodils," Fujiwara Izaya said to his wife who came to him, "reminds me of my sister's sister, a girl named Rinko."
"Why can't I think of my sister?"
"Because my sister is here."
"Rinzi," Mrs. Hoshimi looked back at her daughter and warned, "This kid is so dishonest. Be careful of being deceived."
Hoshimi Rinko also followed the gaze of the two of them and saw the white daffodils swaying in the wind.
"Why do you think of me?" she asked.
"This flower looks elegant and has an ethereal temperament. It looks very similar to my senior sister." After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi again and complained: "But she is very elegant in front of others, but she looks old in front of me.
He is angry, fierce and unreasonable."
Hoshimi Rinko tilted her head slightly: "Whose reason is it?"
Under the bright sunshine and the gentle breeze blowing the shadows of the trees, the two people looked at each other and smiled at the sparkling Sumida River.
"Excuse me, can you please stop treating mom as an outsider?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked pretending to be angry.
Hoshimi Rinko gave her mother a cold look.
"Fujiwara-kun," Mrs. Hoshimi shook Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders, "How did you become friends with Rinko? Tell your sister quickly, she is curious."
mom!
Generations are messed up!
Hoshimi Rinko didn't say anything or make any fuss, but turned her cold eyes to Fujiwara Izaya.
"What else can we do? We are just friends..." Fujiwara Izaya was shaken.
The three of them were talking when a black Maybach stopped beside them.
Mrs. Kasahara was lying by the window of the cab, waving with a smile: "Get in the car!"
Mrs. Hoshimi jumped into the passenger seat first.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the back row. On Asuka Kasahara's charming and innocent face, her eyes were moving cunningly. She must be thinking of ways to persecute Hoshimi Kasumi again.
"Isn't Fuka-Eri here?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"There are official duties in Class 9. She will meet us in a few days." Mrs. Kasahara knocked on the steering wheel and turned her pretty face sideways, "Hurry up and get in the car. My sister can't wait to go surfing!"
"Can I sit in the front..."
The two ladies looked at him at the same time, with kind smiles on their lips.
Well, all the oppression I have suffered must be recovered from your daughters... Fujiwara Izaya obediently sat in the back seat. The two ladies saw this and nodded with satisfaction.
After Hoshimi Rinko also got into the car, Mrs. Kasahara started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.
The moment the car started, Fujiwara Izaya saw a figure in the rearview mirror - from the uneven figure, it was easy to tell that the figure was a woman, with neat short hair and a khaki hat;
She was wearing a black T-shirt on her upper body, with the hem rolled up and tied into a knot, and paired with a pair of denim hot pants. Under the cover of her sunglasses, she couldn't see her full face, but in the rearview mirror, she could see the malicious smile on the corner of her mouth.
Twisted.
It’s my aunt——
Fujiwara Izaya also had a bad feeling.
During this trip to Nan Yin Dou, my aunt may make some big news.
"senior--"
Kasahara Asuka leaned towards him.
The hem of the T-shirt she was wearing was very short, and her navel would be exposed if she moved too much. Her lower body was covered in hot pants, and her thighs were smooth and smooth.
"Huh?" Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head.
"Asuka gets carsick." Kasahara Asuka stretched out her hand and gently pushed aside his bangs.
"Then close your eyes and go to sleep." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand, which was warm and petite, and felt comfortable to hold.
"I want senior to sleep with Asuka in his arms." Kasahara Asuka winked at him.
Every time you blink, the soft and long eyelashes tremble, very lively.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at Rinko Hoshimi out of the corner of his eye.
The senior sister leaned against the car window with one hand and flipped through "Yin Dou's Dancer" on her lap with the other hand. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't seem to notice the movement here.
"Go to sleep." Fujiwara Izaya quietly hugged the schoolgirl's waist.
"Hehe~"
Kasahara Asuka smiled strangely.
I don’t know if she was really motion sick or fake. Anyway, she put her entire body weight on Fujiwara Izaya’s shoulders and breathed quietly through her nose. The hot breath she exhaled evenly fell on his shoulder bones evenly. She looked down.
, you can see the flash of cream-colored thin straps from the neckline of her loose T-shirt, and the exquisitely textured underwear wraps a pair of growing mountains.
As a mountain god, Fujiwara Izaya loves mountains the most.
The Maybach moved forward steadily and quickly, gradually moving away from Tokyo.
The buildings on both sides of the highway are getting smaller and smaller, and after entering Yokohama, pastoral scenes begin to appear outside the car window.
The two ladies in the front seat looked at the back seat in the rearview mirror and exchanged glances.
'Isn't Asuka immune to motion sickness?'
‘Today’s limited edition motion sickness!’
'How cunning!'
‘Hey hey~’
'You two, mother and daughter, have the same virtue!'
'Aren't you mother and daughter also of the same virtue?'
"Rinko..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked back at her daughter who was addicted to the book.
"Huh?" Hoshimi Rinko raised her head.
"Look at the mountains outside." Mrs. Hoshimi and her daughter winked.
Hoshimi Rinko glanced out the window: "Oh, it's a mountain."
After saying that, she lowered her head again and let her thoughts continue to follow Kawabata Yasunari's words as they traveled through Nanyin Dou in the Indian summer.
Silence returned in the car again.
Fujiwara Izaya also looked out the window.
Now we have almost left the border of Yokohama. Outside the window, we can see the continuous lush forest, the towering mountains squeezing the guardrails on both sides of the highway, and the dark and wide tunnels are filled with bright and flickering orange lights.
"..." Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her brows with a headache.
"Haha..." Mrs. Kasahara smiled happily.
"Hmm -" Mrs. Hoshimi made an intriguing voice, and then said to Fujiwara Izaya in the back row, "Can you be a little calmer and don't forget everything as soon as you are seduced by the little fox!"
"Don't talk to interfere with my driving." Mrs. Kasahara pretended to drive seriously and cut off the conversation between the two.
"Traffic safety is the most important thing." Fujiwara Izaya could only smile apologetically.
"You two are in a group!" Mrs. Hoshimi muttered dissatisfied, and then looked at her daughter, "Rinzi, if you continue to embarrass mom like this, mom will have to earn her face back on her own."
"Ha ha……"
Mrs. Kasahara burst into laughter again.
His hand almost shook and he crashed the car into a highway guardrail.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head slightly, intending to look at his senior's face.
But at this moment, the Maybach entered the tunnel, and the brightness inside the car suddenly dropped. In the flash of light outside the car window, the beauty of the senior sister was unparalleled and independent.
After getting out of the tunnel, the carriage is illuminated again.
The sparkling sea can already be seen outside the car window.
"Senior~"
"Um?"
"Well, Yi..."
A string of incomprehensible murmurs.
Turns out he was talking in his sleep.
Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her little hand and rubbed it gently.
The slender hands of the sixteen-year-old girl were as soft as if there were no bones inside. The fingers were white and thin, and it looked like they had never done any rough work. Her nails were carefully manicured and painted with light pink nail polish. The little hand was gently placed on his.
On the big hand, the picture is very warm and touching. She is a little less lively and cunning in her sleep. She looks very childish, and her round earlobes are like little mushrooms exposed from the gap between her orange hair.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt very happy.
He has two beautiful girls.
One has orange hair and the other has black hair.
Both are possible with him.
But he also has the troubles of youth.
One day in the near future, he is destined to leave.
Are they willing to go together?
Not sure about this.
So he should be more cautious.
This is not about being indecisive, but about being responsible before revealing your identity to them.
After the Maybach entered the Atami boundary, the highway kept winding between the cliffs, with the blue sea below.
In addition to Mrs. Kasahara who was driving, Hoshimi and her daughter also fell asleep. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the scenery outside the window for a while and fell asleep unconsciously.
But not long after he slept, he suddenly felt a snake crawling on him.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Kasahara Asuka's clear eyes, which were full of mischievous malice like a puppy, and there was no hint of motion sickness.
And her slender little hands were sliding between Fujiwara Izaya's thighs.
"Wait, what are you doing..." Fujiwara Izaya held her shoulders, his eyes subconsciously becoming wary.
At this time, the Maybach was parked in a highway service area. Mrs. Kasahara was not in the car, and Hoshimi and her daughter were sleeping... Outside the car window were the green mountains, and the bright sunshine filled the surroundings. It looked somewhat different from the sunshine in Tokyo.
"Senior, is it exciting?" Kasahara Asuka asked mischievously.
One of her legs was lifted up and pressed against Fujiwara Izaya's legs, her little hands were very flexible.
"No, stop for a moment," Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window guiltily, "When the chairman comes back later, he will kill me!"
"No way!" Asuka Kasahara leaned against his ear and said in an ambiguous tone, "Senior is Asuka's puppy. You can play whatever Asuka wants."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya leaned against the back seat, not daring to take a breath.
"Senior, don't you like Asuka?" Kasahara Asuka raised her butt and gently sat on his lap, her little face almost touching his, and her little hands didn't stop.
Her brown eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy moisture.
His eyes were blurred, his face was crimson, and he was full of lustful charm.
Even after spending so long with her, Fujiwara Izaya still felt amazed at this moment.
"Fujiwara-kun, don't move!" Kasahara Asuka suddenly imitated her mother's tone and put on a dignified look, with a hint of majesty in her blurred eyes, "Let the chairman of the board check your body!"
Fujiwara Izaya was going crazy.
That young and tender face already has 80% of Chairman Kasahara’s style.
"Hehe~" Kasahara Asuka stretched out her other hand and gently lifted his chin with her fingertips: "Tell Mr. Chairman, do you like it? If you don't like it, I will slowly torture you for this little thing tonight.
Milk dog."
"I……"
Fujiwara Izaya clutched his pants tightly with both hands.
At this time, the little devil suddenly transformed into a noble devil sister and was launching a fierce offensive towards him.
Those majestic eyes, noble and delicate appearance, and dignified demeanor are no longer similar to Chairman Kasahara. They are simply carved from the same template. It is so alluring.
"Pfft~"
Kasahara Asuka chuckled.
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment and woke up instantly.
She hurriedly put away her smile and looked at him with a majestic look.
But she is a girl after all, and she is not as mature as her mother. The shyness on her face and the bright red color of her skin still exposed her inner nervousness.
Fujiwara Izaya sighed with a headache: "Where did you learn these things..."
"This chairman is like a bright mirror!" Asuka Kasahara's face turned red, her delicate and cute little hand pinched his nose, and the other hand continued to move, "You, a junior who dares to have unreasonable thoughts about the chairman, wait.
Let’s deal with it!”
I have to say, she is very attractive like this.
If it were somewhere else, Izaya Fujiwara might have let her continue.
It's just that this is in the car. In front of the windshield, Mrs. Kasahara can already be seen walking back in a cream-colored skirt. Fujiwara Izaya can only endure the endless claws scratching his heart, and the little devil
The school girl pulled her back to the side and sat down.
Asuka Kasahara still hadn't had enough fun, but when she saw her mother coming back, she didn't dare to continue messing around.
"Just wait for me..." Fujiwara Izaya put an arm around her slender waist and lowered his voice and said in her ear, "There are still more than forty days left in the summer vacation. Let's see how I take revenge on you, little bitch."
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"Asuka has prepared a lot of study materials." Kasahara Asuka winked at him, her expression not afraid at all. But the next second, she made a sound and felt her senior's hand slipping under her pants.
"See how proud you are!" Fujiwara Izaya gritted his teeth and rubbed it.
"Bad guy-senpai!" Kasahara Asuka's face became increasingly red with embarrassment, she spat and buried her face on his shoulder.
She no longer made any movement, but her body trembled occasionally, like a small boat floating on the sea with the breeze.
Mrs. Kasahara opened the car door and sat in. She glanced at the back seat and was a little confused: the air conditioning was on in the car, so why were these two little guys so hot that they were sweating profusely and their cheeks were red. And Rinko’s cheeks looked like they were
What are you chewing? Do you still eat gum when you fall asleep?
What a strange little man and woman... Mrs. Kasahara sighed with emotion and continued driving to Nan Yin Dou.
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After the car got off the expressway, it continued to flexibly shuttle along the somewhat winding mountain road along the national highway.
Soon after, emerging from the mountain forest, the suddenly open sea and Nanyin Douding, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side, appeared in view.
A clear river gurgled beside the road. In front of every house in Komachi, there were piles of firewood. Many Shiba Inu dogs lay down on the firewood to take a nap, and the clothes on the clothes drying poles swayed in the wind. In this way, farmers' houses on both sides of the road
It lasted for a long time, the bright sunshine filled the road, the shrubs on both sides spread their branches and leaves, and the wild cats took a nap comfortably in the shade of the trees.
A group of tanned elementary school students rode bicycles and excitedly chased a luxury car they had never seen before.
Mrs. Kasahara drove skillfully through the town and along a forest of trees by the sea. After a while, she passed through the forest and a white stone wall appeared in front of her.
The iron gate is open, and a maid has already been waiting here.
"Everyone, wake up, we are here." Mrs. Kasahara parked the car in the yard.
Fujiwara Izaya twisted his neck and yawned as he got out of the car.
“Ha~~It’s so comfortable~~”
After Asuka Kasahara got out of the car, she immediately stretched a lot.
'Of course you feel comfortable. You are teasing me and being teased by me. No matter what, it is to your liking. I am the only one who is so uncomfortable to death...' Fujiwara Izaya thought resentfully.
Hoshi saw that Rinko had gotten out of the car and was squinting to feel the fresh air.
The courtyard is lined with green trees, including many bougainvilleas and beautiful pine trees. You can hear the crisp chirping of birds and the sound of the ocean tide. The sunshine falling from the leaves and the cool breeze blowing are indeed...
Makes people feel very comfortable.
The temperature is also very comfortable.
Even though it's midsummer and it's sweltering three o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature here is only around 25 degrees. Compared to Tokyo, which is over 30 degrees, it's simply a summer resort.
"I love the beach!" Mrs. Hoshimi opened her arms and embraced the sea in front of the house.
In front of her was a nearly two-hundred-meter-long private beach enclosed by walls. The sea breeze could blow into the yard unimpeded. The bougainvillea swayed in the wind. Looking at it, countless white microwaves danced in the bay.
Small waves.
The sea water is very clean and crystal clear.
When the waves retreat, they will sweep away countless tiny pieces of sand, and when they come up again, the waves are as crystal clear as jelly.
This beach is so beautiful.
And there are no extra people to spoil its beauty.
Fujiwara Izaya's little heart was very excited.
For more than forty days...he had wild thoughts about what might happen to them around him.
Mrs. Kasahara clapped her hands and said, "Don't forget to salute!"
As she finished speaking, an RV and a van from Tokyo drove into the yard one after another. The RV came for a more comfortable trip to the Yindou Peninsula, and the van saluted——
The Silver Dragon also brought them over at Asuka's request.
The workers unloaded the goods and moved them into the house, where maids helped carry them into the room.
Fujiwara Izaya was not in a hurry to choose a room, but took a lazy walk on the beach. From time to time, he glanced sideways at the house a hundred meters behind. A building similar to a dojo, surrounded by windbreaks, the sunlight fell from the leaves, forming a
Pillars of light shone in the courtyard.
He suddenly felt.
I and the four of them are like the protagonists of a love story, and we will bite the fruits of midsummer here.
"G, Fujiwara-kun~" Mrs. Kasahara stood in front of the eaves and waved to him, "You have chosen your room, come and take a look."
Both of her earlobes were wearing thin gold earrings, which shone brightly from time to time when illuminated by the sun. Fujiwara Izaya narrowed his eyes and stepped forward: "Come on, come on, don't leave the worst room alone."
Give me."
"We have left the best room to you!" Mrs. Hoshimi said with a mysterious face.
"I'm so happy!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled ugly.
It is said to be the best room, but it is actually the room sandwiched between mother and daughter.
Moreover, the walls of the room are all made of paper sliding doors, which can be opened with a single pull. It is better to be hidden than nothing, but as for the sound insulation... don't even think about it.
If a school girl crawls into his bed in the middle of the night... Thinking of this very possibility, Fujiwara Izaya almost choked with emotion.
At this moment, on the sidelines?
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"Don't make weird noises in the middle of the night!"
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and saw an icy smile appearing on the corner of his senior sister's mouth.
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etc……
Senior sister...should she know what happened in the car just now?
"Senior-senpai," Asuka Kasahara jumped over from behind and took Fujiwara Izaya's arm, "Asuka will sleep with senior tonight, sleep together-"
moment.
The temperature dropped to freezing point.
It was obviously summer, but behind Rinko Hoshimi there seemed to be a snowstorm that could sweep across Siberia.
That smile is so scary!
Goodbye, schoolgirl!
Fujiwara Izaya carried his small backpack, jumped into the room, and quickly closed the sliding door.
Outside the sliding door, the two ladies looked at each other, and the two girls also looked at each other. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. In this hot summer, a violent fight seemed to happen between them at any time. explode.