122. Lessons for school girls and physical training, Natsuki and deep Eri have secrets
The slowly shifting sunlight moves across the dining room floor, butterflies fly across the gallery, and cicadas chirp incessantly.
After crying for a while, Kasahara Asuka's forehead was already bruised. She was probably tired from crying. She stopped and stared blankly at the glass ball hanging in front of her forehead.
"Crack!"
Fujiwara Izaya flicked the glass ball on her forehead again.
It hurts a little, but luckily it's not serious... Kasahara Asuka thought to herself, her eyes half-closed, and she woke up with another pop.
The sky is bright and quiet.
The wind chime swayed gently, and the sunlight shone down, stirring the books on the table and making a clattering sound.
Two torturous hours passed.
Kasahara Asuka's eyes that were almost closed suddenly opened.
She bit her lower lip fiercely, jumped up from the ground, without even bothering to put on her shoes, lowered her head and ran out the door. Probably...she wanted to run out now and go back to Tokyo.
But after sitting on my knees for a long time, my legs were a little sore and numb.
After just two steps, his body fell towards the floor, and his forehead was about to come into close contact with the floor.
"Hey, don't run!" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her wrist, pulled her back to him, and said seriously: "Take a rest, we will do physical training in an hour."
"No, no!" Kasahara Asuka struggled for a few times, then turned around. She was so wronged that tears were about to flow out from her eyes again, "Asuka, don't be here! Let go, I hate you, let go..."
"
She hasn't cried yet.
But it was almost over, and his voice was choked and extremely sad.
"If you don't rest now, you will be exhausted in the afternoon." Fujiwara Izaya persuaded me nicely.
"Let me go, let me go..." Asuka Kasahara shook her head and arms desperately, and her eyes swayed as well. Gradually, her body became a little soft and fell to the ground. But before falling, Fujiwara Izaya
He reached out and hugged her: "If you make trouble again, believe it or not, I will beat you?"
Senior is so fierce...
"You fight, I'm not afraid of you!" Asuka Kasahara continued to struggle with tears in her eyes.
"Okay, okay, no fighting..." Fujiwara Izaya felt helpless and helped her sit up, "Listen to me, training is to make you better able to face danger..."
"I won't listen!"
Asuka Kasahara's temper got worse.
After saying the words directly, she stood up and wanted to rush out the door again.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya's face looked a little gloomy.
He chased after her from behind, picked her up from behind, and pushed her onto the dining table.
"My patience is limited, the last time with you..."
"Don't listen!"
"Stop making trouble!"
"I'm going to make a fuss. I hate seniors and adults—"
Amid the protests, the girl was pressed on the table and twisted around trying to get free.
"Crack!"
The flesh on the little butt bounced.
"..." Kasahara Asuka stiffened for a moment, probably not expecting that the senior would really hit her. After two or three seconds, the girl cried "Wow-".
"Wow. You hit someone..."
"I told you my patience is limited."
"Pervert! Wow, mom, Asuka is going back to Tokyo..." The girl was lying on the table crying, her hands behind her back protecting her butt, "Wow, I don't like you anymore, I won't like you anymore..."
Fujiwara Izaya just watched her cry without saying a word or giving her a second blow.
However, the first blow he hit was still a bit hard, and the flesh there was probably already red.
"Ugh... no one has hit Asuka since she was a child," Kasahara Asuka said aggrievedly, choked and sobbed for a while, and then continued to cry: "I won't like senior anymore..."
"Just right, save me the trouble!" Fujiwara Izaya put her down from the table and sat on the floor together, "Since you don't like it anymore, let's just do business. Anyway, I was worried about whether it would tire you if I was too entangled.
"
"I don't train..." Asuka Kasahara choked, seeing Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darkening, she immediately retracted her head into her shoulders and cried again: "Oh, training... Oh, you
Don't be mean to me..." After crying for a while, she saw that Fujiwara Izaya's face was no longer gloomy, but looked like he had a headache. She sniffed a few times and said weakly: "Asuka hurts..."
The summer breeze entered the window, gently blowing the pages of the book, the girl's cheek, and her slightly damp hair.
It was quiet in the restaurant.
The girl lowered her head and looked very pitiful with her pear blossoms covered with rain.
"Don't do this again next time..." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked at her sobbing for a while before continuing, "Mrs. Kasahara said that you have been pampered since you were a child, and no one has ever been cruel to you. I don't
Do you mind being the first, really? Anyway, my wife and Fuka-Eri support me in doing this. Besides, you framed me as soon as we met, and I will remember this grudge."
Kasahara Asuka sobbed at the tip of her nose and looked at the floor pattern with tears in her eyes: "Senior is very cautious..."
"Yeah, I'm just petty." Fujiwara Izaya took a towel from the back of the chair and gently wiped her cheeks that were wet with sweat and tears.
The girl's body shrank.
After a while, she covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand and began to sob quietly again.
"There's a bruise here." Fujiwara Izaya gently pressed the mark on her forehead where the glass ball popped out.
"ah……"
Asuka Kasahara screamed in pain, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"If you don't want to be smashed, you should take it seriously tomorrow." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her fragile and petite body, slowly laid her down, let her rest on his thigh, and then pinched her red cheeks
, "There are still more than forty minutes, so hurry up and get some sleep."
Light particles swirl in the sight, and the sea breeze blows in, giving it a cool and refreshing feeling.
"I hate you, senior..." Kasahara Asuka muttered as she was fascinated by the lake.
"Okay, okay, I got it." Fujiwara Izaya put a wet towel on her forehead and patted her cheek gently, "The favorability score is -1-1-1, right? I know, go to bed quickly."
The forehead is covered with a wet towel, which feels slightly cool and comfortable.
However, the place where the glass ball hit me still hurt a little, and my head felt dizzy.
"Asuka is going back to Tokyo..."
"There's no use being willful here."
"I don't want..."
"Okay, it's up to you. Whatever you say is whatever it is, but whether I listen or not is another matter."
"senior……"
"Um?"
There was no answer for a long time.
Looking down, the girl was asleep, her lips still slightly open.
The chirping of cicadas came from a distance along with the sound of wind. The little face looked soft and frail in the swaying light and shadow, with tears still stuck to the corners of her eyes.
At 2:55, the cruel Fujiwara Izaya pinched her awake.
"Hmm~"
Kasahara Asuka turned over and rolled off his lap.
He looked at the ceiling and the sky outside the window, and then looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a distracted look. There was a self-defeating look in his eyes that said, "You can do whatever you want, and they won't resist."
Fujiwara Lin ignored her and went to the kitchen to get a basin of water.
"..." Kasahara Asuka sniffed and lay motionless on the ground.
"What kind of physical skills do you want to learn?" Fujiwara Izaya grabbed her ankle and soaked it in the water, and gently helped her wash the dust off her feet. "Swordsmanship or swordsmanship? Or fighting skills?"
Asuka Kasahara looked at the ceiling: "I want to die."
"Shall I help you fast forward?" Fujiwara Izaya carefully rubbed the seams between her toes, "Do you want to die beautifully or ugly?"
"I don't want to die anymore." Asuka Kasahara's big eyes rolled around a few times and she tilted her head to look at him, "Don't touch girls' feet casually!"
Fujiwara Izaya scratched the soles of her feet: "This is not the first time."
"...Hmph!" Asuka Kasahara was ticklish, curled her toes and retracted her legs.
After washing his feet, Fujiwara Izaya took the water back to the kitchen and was about to pour it away. The little devil shouted behind him: "Drink Asuka's foot-washing water, and I'll forgive you!"
Being able to say this proves that her vitality is slowly recovering.
"I'm not interested in drinking water. Why don't you use your feet to make me stockings milk tea next time." Fujiwara Izaya smiled, poured out the water, and came out with a clean towel.
Kasahara Asuka sat with her knees bent under the dining table, holding her knees with her hands.
Under the red crotch, half of the delicate and delicate feet are exposed, with the toes touching the floor.
"I cried like a little cat." Fujiwara Izaya squatted down, held the back of her head with one hand, and wiped her face with a towel, "But it's quite cute like this. If you are lazy tomorrow, I will continue to make you cry."
He rubbed her face, which felt so good, and took away the towel.
Her delicate and tender face was red from being rubbed by the towel, and her bulging cheeks were silently accusing her.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, cicadas chirped outside the window and footsteps came from the corridor. It seemed that several other people who had taken a nap had gotten up. Asuka Kasahara turned her head and stared at Fujiwara Izaya with pitiful eyes begging for mercy: "I don't want that.
Training and exposure to the sun will make it darker..."
"No!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled kindly.
Kasahara Asuka immediately closed her eyes and lay down on the floor, pretending to be dead.
"Let's talk about something with you..." Fujiwara Izaya bent down and whispered to her, "Except for training, listen to me, and other things will listen to you. Of course, the premise is that we can't let the senior sister and
The two ladies are angry."
"yeah!"
The girl who had just closed her eyes immediately jumped up excitedly.
After jumping around in the restaurant for a while, she jumped in front of Fujiwara Izaya and waved her little fist, "Fujiwara Izaya, you are finished!"
Mrs. Kasahara walked to the restaurant and immediately saw her little daughter's vitality.
"What's wrong with Xiangxiang?" she asked Fujiwara Izaya curiously.
"I just washed her feet." Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
"My sister also wants Fujiwara-kun to help wash her feet." Mrs. Kasahara looked at her little daughter with feigned envy, her eyes gentle and doting.
"My Healing Game"
Mrs. Hoshimi next to her looked at her daughter with a slightly worried look, and Rinko Hoshimi showed an elegant but slightly unhappy smile.
"Let's go to the beach." Fujiwara Izaya took the lead and took the weight-bearing sandbags prepared for several people.
Kasahara Asuka jumped all the way out, her steps as nimble as a little rabbit.
The resentment of being forced to train was temporarily dissipated, and now the little devil was thinking about how to put all the ideas in his mind into practice on his seniors.
Several people put on sportswear and stepped on the snow-white beach.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun was still burning the stone walls of every house.
"I think we might suffer from heat stroke." Mrs. Hoshimi covered her forehead with her hands and looked at the sparkling sea. The metal ring on her ring finger also flashed brightly in the sunlight from time to time.
"Drink some water first." Mrs. Kasahara said thoughtfully.
Among these people, she was the most relaxed. Without training, she moved a deck chair and lay under the shade of a tree, drinking ice-cold soda from the small freezer and eating perfectly frozen honeydew melon.
"Fujiwara-kun..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya pitifully, as if she had suffered some great grievance.
Next to her, Asuka Kasahara hid behind her mother and refused to bask in the sun, saying nothing.
"Let's wait until the sun is a little weaker before we start..." Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his forehead with his hands, feeling helpless.
It is indeed a bit difficult for women who love beauty to train in the bright sun. This is because he did not consider it well. And more importantly, they are obviously in a state of "weary of studying" now. He can't do it like Asuka.
Senior sister and her mother should press down and spank her together... Although this idea is very tempting.
Five people sit under the shade of a tree and enjoy ice-cold drinks and fruits.
Rinko Hoshimi was sitting against a pine tree, bending her knees and continuing to watch "Yin Dou's Dancer"; Asuka Kasahara was sitting on the sand, with her face pillowed on her mother's thigh; Mrs. Hoshimi was lying on her side with her fist against her side.
Face, facing the sea.
There is a blue sea in front of him. The sea breeze blows, the leaves of the trees are shaking like itching, and the outline of the clouds is very clear. Fujiwara Izaya drinks lemonade with ice and looks at the blue sea and the small island emerging in the distance.
, the brightly colored boat rowed in an arc in the waves.
"What kind of life did Fujiwara-kun live as a child?" Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly asked curiously.
"When I was a child? It was very common..." Fujiwara Izaya put his hands behind his head and looked at the changing white clouds in the sky, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"I remembered what Rinzi said, saying that you know a lot of things, and you can pick up all kinds of musical instruments..." After saying that, Mrs. Hoshimi turned over, looked straight at Fujiwara Izaya, and smiled slightly: "If you can,
Let’s talk about it now. After all, I have the idea of recruiting you as my son-in-law, so it’s not a bad thing to know more about you.”
"I want to hear it too!" Mrs. Kasahara came over gossiping.
"I don't have anything to say, I just keep reading..." Fujiwara Izaya yawned, listening to the sound of waves washing on the beach, "I studied by myself in the morning, and spent most of my free time in the afternoon. In the evening, I followed
My mother took art classes, and her talents in music, poetry, painting, etc. were all inherited from my mother’s excellent genes.”
"I really want to get to know your mother." Mrs. Hoshimi said regretfully.
"Hoshimi-sama, just go and look in the mirror." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously, "My mother is just like you, intellectual, elegant, beautiful and powerful, and she is very kind to me."
And the breasts are not big either.
Glib tongue... Hoshimi Rinko secretly glared at the junior who was chatting and laughing with her mother.
Mrs. Kasahara who was sitting on the recliner was stunned: "Did this child's mouth secretly leave his body while sleeping at night to make up for lessons?"
"This is the best compliment I have ever heard." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled, and charming fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes, "You are so good now, you must be your mother's greatest pride."
"I agree with this statement." Fujiwara Izaya picked up a bunch of grapes and handed them to her, "Just like senior sister, she is also the pride of sister Hoshimi."
Mrs. Hoshimi looked satisfied.
She held the grapes with her fingers, picked one out and put it in her mouth very gracefully, like an aristocratic lady arranging flowers.
Hoshimi Rinko, who was standing next to her, coughed lightly and retorted, "You and I are different. At least I'm not as good at dealing with women as you are."
These words are obviously mocking the scumbag junior classmate.
"Look, my senior scolded me again." Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Hoshimi complained.
"It shows that you have a good relationship. Rinko never curses." Mrs. Hoshimi ate grapes and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with pleasant eyes. "By the way, do you remember where to put the anklet that my sister took off just now?"
?Wash it for me tonight."
"In the basket in the laundry room."
Seeing Rinzi's expression change, Hoshi looked up from the book: "How do you know where mommy's footbag is?"
"Yes, how do you know, senior?" Asuka Kasahara asked, her cheek pressed against her mother's leg.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya turned his eyes innocently.
Be reasonable!
There was only one laundry room. When he threw the dirty clothes in, he saw something wrong?
"Are they two jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked happily.
Her legs were stretched out on the bench, less than thirty centimeters in front of Fujiwara Izaya, swaying like white porcelain.
"Maybe." Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile, "After all, Mrs. Hoshimi is so charming, and Rinko and Asuka may have a sense of crisis."
"Of course, I'm only nineteen years old this year." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled proudly.
It's so shameless... Fujiwara Izaya complained about her in his heart.
It is true that Mrs. Hoshimi is very young and beautiful, but she is at least thirty-eight or forty years old. However, because her skin is still very delicate and smooth, and her figure is well-proportioned and slim, she looks like she is only in her mid-twenties. But no matter what,
Say, you’re not only nineteen!
"I mean Fujiwara-kun!" Mrs. Kasahara stretched out her legs and rubbed Fujiwara Izaya's back with her toes, "Why do you only praise her and not me? Have you changed your mind? Am I not your favorite sister?
"
Is this interesting... Fujiwara Izaya rolled his eyes at the chairman who looked thirty years old but whose mental age was probably less than fifteen.
However, Mrs. Kasahara's legs are really beautiful. When she lifts them up, her tight buttocks lines can be faintly seen under her hot pants, which look like exquisite handicrafts.
"Let's go back to the topic of childhood." Mrs. Hoshimi pulled Fujiwara Izaya and asked him to stay away from the bench. "Can you tell me about your family situation? According to the registration information, you live in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture.
I grew up in a small town here, but my parents died after I entered junior high school. It’s so pitiful.”
"It's not very pitiful. The people in the small town are very simple and enthusiastic. I have never suffered any disadvantages." Fujiwara Izaya followed her topic, "Except for being poor and not being able to enjoy high-tech products, I feel the same as the children in Tokyo.
Just as happy.”
"How poor are you?" Mrs. Kasahara's tone was simple and curious.
"Let me think about it -" Fujiwara Izaya thought for a moment, "Communication basically relies on roaring, public security basically relies on dogs. When thieves come, they will shed tears and take out the valuables on their bodies."
He didn't lie.
Communication relies on roaring: My father's voice can be heard by all the monsters in the tens of thousands square kilometers of the Feishan Mountains.
Public security relies on dogs: the Crow Tengu.
The thief cried: Not to mention handing over the money, it’s a good fortune to be able to walk out alive.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya expectantly: "I want to visit Brother Fujiwara's house!"
"Only take me to see you, don't take her." Mrs. Kasahara rushed to say.
"Haha, why did you just let him praise you and not me?" Mrs. Kasahara shrugged vindictively.
You two are dreaming... Fujiwara Izaya was eating a piece of honeydew melon, thinking that unless he became one of his own, how dare he take you two chairman home.
"Where is your father?" Mrs. Kasahara raised her empty glass towards him.
"Father, it's a mountain." Fujiwara Izaya filled her with soda and added two lemon slices.
Mrs. Kasahara shook her cup at him: "It's a very vivid metaphor."
"He was just a childish kid who didn't grow up," Fujiwara Izaya recalled his father's appearance and his ridiculous deeds. "When I was three years old, our family went on a trip, and he thought I was getting in the way.
He left me in the service area and drove away with my mother in the car. He also used a doll and put it in the child seat to trick my mother into thinking I was asleep. Every time I bought a toy, I would lie to my mother and say that I wanted to play with it.
But in fact, he wants to play with it every time, and he won’t let me touch it after buying it... Oh, by the way, can you imagine how shameless a middle-aged man who likes to collect Sailor Moon figures is? Every time he comes to the house
My father said that I liked the guests, but when I protested, he bullied me..."
"Is there no merit?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"Yes, there are many. The most obvious one is... he is afraid of his wife." Fujiwara Izaya said, "And his knees are good, so it won't hurt when he kneels on a durian."
Hoshi saw Rinko covering her mouth with her hands and smiling beautifully.
"Is this funny?" Asuka Kasahara stared at her.
"It's funny!" Hoshimi Rinko paused and then said: "Besides, I knew these things half a year ago, you just came later."
"Don't be so curious about my family affairs!" Kasahara Asuka countered with a sneer.
"You're so thick-skinned!" Hoshimi Rinko said tit for tat.
The two ladies each looked at their daughters and then at each other.
"We don't want to be like children."
"Yes, yes, let's do this. I want Fujiwara-kun's lower body, and I'll give you the upper body."
"That's not fair. It should be cut in half from left to right."
The younger ones were quarreling, the older ones were discussing the method of dismemberment, and a flock of white seagulls flew from east to west. Fujiwara Izaya sighed, thinking that this is really a peaceful and loving world.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
The summer sky is still bright, but the intensity of the sunlight has finally decreased.
The three women put on weight-bearing sandbags and began running back and forth on the beach.
"Hurry up!" Fujiwara Izaya followed Mrs. Hoshimi with a pointer.
"Huh..." Mrs. Hoshimi gasped, a twenty kilogram weight pressing on her body, making her very uncomfortable.
Snap!
Fujiwara Izaya tapped her shoulder lightly with his pointer.
"Hey young~"
"Don't forget, you have to run twice as much as Rinko and Asuka!"
"Why are you just staring at me?"
"Because you are an adult!"
"I think you just took the opportunity to take revenge!"
"That's right, dear wife."
The pony held a riding crop and pressed closely behind the large car.
As long as the big car is a little slower, he will hit it and crush it directly.
The sun had set a little in the west, and the sky in the west began to be stained with sunset. After running three thousand meters, Mrs. Hoshimi collapsed heavily on the beach as if she was relieved. Her whole body was exhausted and her legs were swollen.
The soaked sweatshirt clung to his chest.
"I'm going to see underwear!" Mrs. Kasahara gloated at the side.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked down subconsciously.
Wearing a thick weight-bearing vest, where can I see it!
The two girls next to them were also too tired to stand up. They were panting with their tongues out like puppies.
"Add some water, next is squats." Fujiwara Izaya brought a bottle of sports drink to each of the three of them.
"Huh~" Hoshimi Rinko couldn't care less about elegance at this time. While wiping sweat with her sleeves, she raised her neck and took a big gulp of water to replenish her body.
Kasahara Asuka is even worse.
She didn't even bother to move her hands, she just lay down on the beach and opened her mouth to the sky: "Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya knelt down, fed her some water, and wiped her sweat.
"Come on Xiangxiang!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at her little daughter's almost exhausted expression, feeling distressed and relieved at the same time. "Hold on, mommy will give you a massage when you take a bath at night."
"I brought a special essential oil." Fujiwara Izaya said mysteriously, "After exercising all the muscles in the body, it is very effective for massaging. I will give it to you tonight."
Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head weakly and glanced at her daughter: "I'll give it to mom tonight."
"..." Hoshimi Rinko neither nodded nor refused, she just closed her eyes to regain her strength.
On the recliner, Mrs. Kasahara immediately jumped down, did ten deep squats, and then fell to the ground with a thud: "Ah, I'm so tired. If I can't do it, I'm going to die. I need Mr. Fujiwara to give me an essential oil massage to get up."
--"
"Shameless!" Mrs. Hoshimi used her last bit of strength to get up and prepared to fight her.
"I'll go and mix the warm water first!" Mrs. Kasahara got up nimbly, and before walking back to the dojo, she didn't forget to give Fujiwara Izaya a seductive wink.
Fujiwara Izaya resisted the temptation and said firmly: "You two mother and daughter massage each other, don't even think about tempting me!"
After resting for ten minutes, the three women were forced to exercise again.
The sun slowly formed an arc and sank under the distant mountains.
Night gradually fell, the waves washed gently on the beach, the stars began to twinkle slightly in the sky, the fragrance of the sea waves enveloped the entire dojo, the windows lit up with soft yellow lights, and the sweet fragrance of the cream soup made by Mrs. Kasahara came from the dojo.
Two kilometers away from the ashram, there is a lighthouse emitting an orange beam of light on the seaside.
Blown by the sea breeze, a set of white tables and chairs were placed on the seawall. Kasahara Fukaeri came from a distance and saw Xia Xili sitting elegantly on the rubber chair, staring at the twinkling stars and lighthouses in the night sky.
Brilliance. Her illuminated profile showed confidence and composure that remained unaffected no matter what happened.
"Are you going to stay here?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri came over and asked.
"Of course, let the little guy be happy for a few more days~"
Xia Xili looked at the starry sky and replied, as if talking to the stars.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the sea and dragged her voice away.
Facing the sea breeze, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression became serious: "I brought the essential oil you asked for. But before using it, let me remind you that it is for monsters to enhance their body functions. The human body is very fragile and needs
It must be diluted before use, otherwise you won’t be able to bear the pain.”
“The air is so freshg.”
Xia Xili let the sea breeze caress her hair and took a deep breath.
Silently looking up at the night sky, Kasahara Fuka-Eri murmured to herself: "I don't understand what you are thinking..."
"Human beings are so complicated. The emotions you need to understand are far from enough." Xia Xili lay calmly and lazily, and the lighthouse radiated light in the dark night. She stared at the lighthouse for a long time, and then stepped out of the lounge chair
Get up and drag Kasahara Fuka-Eri towards the house by the seawall.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri struggled for a while but failed to shake off her hand.
"We are both great beauties, why are you so nervous?" Xia Xili turned around and teased her, and flicked her thigh meaningfully with his fingers, "Besides, maybe it won't be long before you can
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"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri followed her into the house without saying a word.
This is a fisherman's hut.
There are several canna plants in front of the house. The exterior wall of the house is white, which is considered beautiful.
But being too close to the sea, there is always the smell of tide, wind, sound of waves, and the smell of fish...
"Give me a massage."
"g?"
"Why were you surprised for so long?"
"This is not in the plan!"
"It's a temporary addition. Besides..." Xia Xili opened the door, "As a boss, Miss Fuka Eri doesn't want me to find your subordinates to massage my whole body, right?"
"I..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked a little confused.
After a while, she said: "I don't mind."
"You won't mind in the future!"
After saying that, Xia Xili clicked the rope and closed the blinds.
The sea breeze hits the window.
After taking off her clothes, Natsuki Li lay naked on the massage air mattress. The light of the chandelier reflected her perfect body. Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly felt that this small piece of heaven and earth was isolated from reality and floating in a dream world.