After sneaking back to the room, Fujiwara Izai did not close the sliding door. Instead, he hugged Asuka Kasahara and sat down against the door panel. The wardrobe on the side was half opened, and it seemed that the people inside were gone. The rain outside the window was still falling.
The sound of rain could cover up the movement in the room.
"Senior, continue..." Asuka Kasahara rubbed against him like a pool of soft mud.
"Asuka, get up first..." Fujiwara Izaya's energetic body was full of energy and blood, "If my sister sees it later, she might kill me!"
"No!" Asuka Kasahara rubbed her little face in his arms.
On that delicate red face, a few messy strands of hair were stuck to his forehead with fragrant sweat, and all the unwiped things at the corners of his mouth rubbed against his clothes.
Fujiwara Izaya leaned the back of his head on the door panel and looked at the soft lips of his junior schoolmate.
Just now in the restaurant, the school girl had just taken an oral practice class. Although it was jerky and clumsy, the taste really made people feel so happy that they went to heaven.
"Asuka wants to kiss." Asuka Kasahara brought her face forward, her neat and white teeth peeking out from her lips.
"Well, I think it's too fast..." Fujiwara Izaya hugged her warm body and slipped his palms into the hem of the miko's skirt, "But... if you think about it carefully, it's not a big deal. Anyway, I'm very powerful.
, the worst case scenario is that they will tie you up in a sack and snatch you away from the Grand Shrine of Tokyo. Of course, if you don’t want to, then let’s talk about it separately..."
"That's it..." Asuka Kasahara's pretty face was pressed against his, her expression charming and naive, her eyes blurry. She was not listening to Fujiwara Izaya's words at all, and a layer of greasy sweat oozed from her skin, soaking her clothes. The red miko
The skirt was lifted up at the waist, and the waist was lifted up. Under the light, a seductive pink glow appeared on her fair skin.
Fujiwara Izaya stopped: "Did you hear what I said clearly?"
"Yes." Kasahara Asuka raised her head dissatisfied.
"What did I say?"
"Uh, you said...?"
"……never mind."
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, if you could listen to me, would you still stay here and not leave?
"Hey, you bad guy, senior!" Asuka Kasahara tilted her head slightly, her eyes were blurry, and she began to prepare the emotions needed for the next step.
Seeing her charming look with full eyes and flushed cheeks, Fujiwara Izaya's heart was beating loudly. Kasahara Asuka opened her lips slightly and breathed into his face. In those clear eyes, she had already
Full of lust.
"Sooner or later you will play with fire one day!" Fujiwara Izaya held her delicate chin and kissed her hard on the lips.
The air in the room was humid, and the two of them were tossing and turning on the floor. It was pouring rain outside the window, and the light of the lighthouse flickered and dimmed.
The sound of the waves can be clearly heard in the sound of rain, the tenderness of the girl's body, the sweet kiss, the just-washed shirt... In the summer of this year, when she was sixteen, it was the most carefree period in her life.
Time should be used to be a little more arrogant - Fujiwara Izaya can only think so.
Sometimes he quite admires Asuka's style.
In her eyes, everything in the world can generally serve happiness, including music, scenery and people. Compared to her, Fujiwara Izaya was much simpler in his heart before he was sixteen. He liked to stay alone
On the other hand, he believed that when he was alone, music, movies and books accompanied him through the many days, nights and mornings. So he remembered many principles, built his own small world and lived in it.
After arriving in Tokyo, or to be precise, it was after meeting Asuka Kasahara that my life changed drastically.
You can capture the freshness and grace of things, the breath of youth flowing everywhere, and beautiful girls as beautiful as dreams... Efforts should be rewarded, promises should be fulfilled, and beauty should be preserved.
certainly.
Fujiwara Izaya has no way of guessing what will happen in the future.
Now, he had just released Asuka Kasahara's lips and gasped slightly.
"This looks great..." Asuka Kasahara extended her tongue and touched her lower lip, then raised her face and leaned forward,
"Asuka likes senior so much, and she still wants to——"
Fujiwara Izaya held her in his arms, stretched out his hand and pulled off the belt of the miko uniform.
The green, still in the exploratory stage but heart-thumping love is cleverly conveyed through her small and charming lips.
At this time, the sound of slight footsteps coming from outside the door gave an ominous premonition.
Fujiwara Izaya's lips left the schoolgirl's delicate collarbone and arranged her clothes.
"Remember, don't say anything!" he reiterated.
"Uh-huh!"
Kasahara Asuka nodded, her bright red lips pursed, looking very cute and cute.
Outside the door, the two people walked closer and closer.
"Hey, they two couldn't have run away, right?" Hoshimi Rinko said coldly.
"It's possible, Asuka is so bold..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said, rubbing her eyebrows.
The two stepped on the wooden floor of the corridor and returned to the door of Fujiwara Izaya's room. Hoshimi Rinko suddenly stopped and looked inside.
"Inside?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
Hoshimi Rinko put her hand on her chin, thought for a while, and then shouted outside the door: "Fujiwara-kun!"
"G, I'm here!"
Fujiwara Izaya answered quickly.
Not feeling guilty at all.
Opposite him, Asuka Kasahara had tidied her clothes and wiped the white milk on her collar clean. She didn't have to worry about being discovered at all.
"What are you sitting here for?" Hoshimi Rinko flashed into the room.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri followed her into the house, glanced at her sister, and said "Huh?" in confusion.
"Ah, sister, why are you here..." Asuka Kasahara smiled innocently, with no discernible expression.
Hoshi saw Rinko's face full of suspicion, and his eyes flickered around the two of them. Fujiwara Izaya made preparations, whistled and walked to the closet, preparing to find clothes to take a shower. Kasahara Fuka-Eri wrinkled the tip of her nose, as if
I noticed some smell and kept smelling it. Finally, I smelled it on my sister's collar.
"What is this?" she asked her sister.
"...What did sister say?" Kasahara Asuka's delicate little face showed the youthfulness, innocence and innocence that should be expected at this age.
School girl, hold on... Fujiwara Izaya secretly cried out.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression became colder and colder.
There was an even colder Hoshimi Rinko next to her, and the air in the room was tense for a moment.
"I'm going to take a shower first, you guys can chat slowly." Fujiwara Izaya opened the closet door completely, and just as he bent down, a pair of smooth and beautiful feet suddenly appeared in his sight.
"?"
Raise your head slightly.
Xia Xili held up her mobile phone with one hand and said with her signature squinting smile: "Good evening."
For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya's scalp felt numb and his hairs stood up. He asked tremblingly: "You...Lizi, no, aunt, no, aunt, why are you still here...and, you
Mobile phone, you won’t be already..."
"It's a video." Xia Xili smiled softly and threw her phone at the door, "Here, let me show you two what happened just now."
Fuka-Eri Kasahara, who was still wearing a narrow skirt and black stockings, saw the video, and her beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Her chest heaved with anger and her body trembled slightly. Hoshimi Rinko was confused at first, and then filled with anger. His face turned red and he stared at Fujiwara Izaya: "Unreasonable! Dirty and obscene! A pervert full of yellow and yellow waste!"
It's not good... Asuka Kasahara's big eyes turned twice flexibly, lowered her head and hid behind her sister, and complained pitifully with a cry: "Senior forced me. I said no, but he still kissed me, even if he kissed me I cried and ignored me..."
"?" Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
It's so shameful for a school girl to pull up her pants and not recognize anyone else!
"I'll deal with you tomorrow!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri scolded her sister with a livid face, her beautiful and charming eyes narrowed to a slit, and murderous intent was spreading all over her body. It seemed that she was really angry.
Then, she took a deep breath and spoke to Hoshimi Rinko.
"Do it!"
"Kill him——"
Since knowing her for so long, Fujiwara Izaya saw her so excited for the first time.
"Wait a minute! Fuka-Eri, please calm down and listen to my explanation, okay? You misunderstood. My aunt can prove it to me. I didn't force you at all, so you made a mistake. It's not what you thought..."
His sophistry became more and more hollow, and Hoshi saw Rinzi's cold face and her eyes exuding a dangerous aura.
At the same time, several talismans appeared on her fingertips like magic, and the word "danger" appeared in front of Fujiwara Izaya, feeling that his life would not be saved tonight.
"abnormal!"
"Wait a minute——"
"……die."
"Rin, senior sister..."
In an instant, the air around the girl's body seemed to expand several times in an instant. With her hair flying, she looked like a female devil who was causing trouble in the world.
"Pervert, go to hell! Be as quick as the law!"
"boom--"
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"When I saw you, your cardiorespiratory function had stopped."
The next morning, when Mrs. Kasahara returned home and found Fujiwara Izaya lying in the courtyard, she said this. Of course, this was probably just a joke. After all, the mountain god's defense was very high and he would not die like this.
The bright sunshine shines on the treetops in the courtyard, casting shadows on the corridor.
Mrs. Kasahara and Fuka-Eri were talking in the corridor, and two little shrine maidens wearing white hats were playing tennis in the courtyard. Their sweat was splashing in the sun as the rackets were swung. The heavy rain last night had disappeared without a trace. There was no trace, as if he had never appeared.
Fujiwara Izaya came out after breakfast, and they were discussing what happened last night.
According to Kasahara Fuka-Eri, the businesswoman who came from Heart Juyu was the woman in mourning clothes last night. She had collusion with the Fox Clan and the Ghost Clan behind her back. Her original intention of assassinating her last night was to test her.
"No wonder you haven't come. It turns out there is a clue." Mrs. Kasahara reached out and patted the back of her eldest daughter's hand. "The matter of Huang Songyu is very strange. You should pay more attention to it. If necessary, you can come from Yin Yang House in my name." Let me borrow it from someone here."
"I will." Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded lightly.
"Is there any way I can help?" Fujiwara Izaya came over and asked.
Mrs. Kasahara turned her head and looked at him meaningfully: "You and she should go visit that businesswoman together."
"Well, I have no problem." Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the expressionless Kasahara Fuka-Eri, "I'm just a little afraid that Fuka-Eri sister will beat me in the middle."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri ignored him.
Her eyes were fixed on the outstanding pine trees in the courtyard. There was no wind and the leaves were still, like a person lost in boundless thoughts.
"You deserve it if she hits you." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile.
"Fortunately, I resisted the beating." Fujiwara Izaya spread his hands helplessly.
"Let's drink some freshly squeezed watermelon juice." Mrs. Hoshimi, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen. She put the tray with juice on the floor, took off her apron, wore a dark blue skirt, and knelt barefoot.
Sitting on the corridor.
Fujiwara Izaya poured a glass of watermelon juice for everyone and held it to them with both hands obediently.
"Thank you, Fujiwara-kun." Mrs. Hoshimi bowed before holding the cup with both hands. Probably because she was familiar with Fujiwara Izaya, she didn't put on makeup when she got up in the morning. Her skin was white and rosy, her nose was small and delicate, and her nose was bridged.
Straight, dignified and elegant.
"It looks like a female high school student in the Showa era." Fujiwara Izaya praised.
"Is that so? He feels so hypocritical." Mrs. Hoshimi also smiled and asked Mrs. Kasahara, "Himeko, tell me, is this child planning to blow his mother's pillow, so that her mother can help him in front of her daughter?
Say something nice."
"It must be!" Mrs. Kasahara said firmly.
"You misunderstood me," Fujiwara Izaya surrendered innocently, "What happened last night was an accident. It's a pity that you weren't there, otherwise you would know that I definitely didn't lie."
"That's it, well, I'll believe you for now." A soft smile appeared on Mrs. Kasahara's lips, "In the following time, when you make Yako and I feel comfortable, we won't care about you making our daughter angry.
Already."
"How to serve...forget it, whatever you say is what you want."
"Are you aggrieved?" Mrs. Kasahara frowned with her beautiful eyebrows. She was wearing a black striped silk dress that showed off her figure.
"No grievance, not at all."
"real?"
"Really." Fujiwara Izaya nodded desperately.
joke!
He liked the two wives the most, how could he feel aggrieved?
Next to him, Fuka-Eri Kasahara rolled her eyelids up and gave Izaya Fujiwara an impatient roll of her eyes.
"Where should we go first?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her.
"Go and repair the ancient temple to understand the situation, and then go find that woman." After saying that, Kasahara Fuka-Eri stood up and went back to the room to change clothes.
On the other side, two girls came back from playing tennis and sat on the corridor drinking watermelon juice. After hearing that they were going to investigate the businessman Shin Judina, Kasahara Asuka put a soft touch on Fujiwara Izaya's arm: "Senior,
Take Asuka with you——"
"You have to ask the chairman," Fujiwara Izaya pointed the question to her mother.
"Brother Fujiwara!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly stretched out her hand and held Fujiwara Izaya's other arm tightly, "How about you also take Sister Himeko with you? Why do you listen to Asuka in everything? Don't you look good?"
"..."
This delicate tone made Fujiwara Izaya instantly get goosebumps.
Mrs. Hoshimi pulled Hoshimi Rinko to her side and whispered in her daughter's ear: "Look at these two shameless women, learn from it..."
"No need!" Hoshimi Rinko, who was still angry, turned her head to the other side.
Feeling the softness wrapping his arms on both sides, Fujiwara Izaya said with difficulty: "Please don't test my willpower like this."
Asuka Kasahara hugged her a little tighter and asked coquettishly: "Senior, do you like Sister Himeko or Sister Asuka?"
"……I,"
What a dilemma.
"Yes, brother, tell me quickly." Mrs. Kasahara also held her hand tighter.
Since she has a better figure than her daughter, her wrapping area is larger, which makes the balance in Fujiwara Izaya's heart continue to tilt towards her.
"Senior—" Asuka Kasahara's voice was as gentle and affectionate as her mother's, "One is a sixteen-year-old beautiful girl, and the other is a forty-year-old widow. Who do you choose?"
"Don't be like this, I'm afraid..."
"You obviously enjoy it." Mrs. Kasahara hugged his arm harder, staring at him closely with her gentle and affectionate eyes, "And I am not a forty-year-old widow, but a nineteen-year-old widow. Compared to
Asuka, isn’t my sister’s attribute Xiao Linya’s favorite?”
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya was sweating on his forehead.
He was afraid that Mrs. Kasahara would say, "I didn't marry someone else's wife just because you liked him."
"Let's talk, who should we choose?" Mrs. Kasahara's face was also close to hers, and she seemed to have the aura that she wouldn't give up until her daughter got in love with her in front of her.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her serious face: "Can I choose both?"
"What do you think?" Mrs. Kasahara asked innocently.
"No!" Fujiwara Izaya replied calmly.
"Well, it's good to know." Mrs. Kasahara laughed happily, her cheeks getting closer and closer, "Xiao Lin is also the best, let my sister hug me, let my sister kiss me."
"Huh? What..."
Fujiwara Izaya quickly ducked away.
Looking back quickly, Kasahara Asuka was staring at him with a gloomy expression.
"Don't be angry, I didn't say I chose mom..." Cold sweat broke out on his back.
"It doesn't matter if you choose your mother," Asuka Kasahara said in a casual and relaxed tone, "The worst I can do is wait until you and your mother are together, and then I'll steal your home again."
"This is so inappropriate!" After criticizing his daughter, Fujiwara Izaya turned to Mrs. Kasahara and said, "Mr. Chairman, you wouldn't do such a thing, would you?"
"Of course not!" Mrs. Kasahara showed a bright smile, "I will only grab the things I like in an open and honest manner, even if it belongs to my daughter."
As expected of mother and daughter.
Fujiwara Izaya also likes this shameless style.
"You haven't said who to choose yet!" Asuka Kasahara's face was filled with murderous intent.
"Yes, who should you choose?" Mrs. Kasahara put her hands on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders and said with a stern look, "If you choose the wrong one, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks right now!"
Chairman Kasahara is so scary... Fujiwara Izaya was in a dilemma, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri happened to change clothes and come out.
"Choose Fuka-Eri sister!" he blurted out.
The tender meat on the left and right sides of the lower abdomen were tightly squeezed by the mother and daughter respectively.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him coldly, stepped on high heels, and walked towards the door. Her current outfit had a strong Showa style, a plain long-sleeved silk shirt, and a canvas satchel on her shoulder.
The retro dress reaches to her ankles, and she wears a pair of brown high heels that cover her ankles.
It's a wonderful combination, but it doesn't matter. Although it doesn't match fashion, it looks good on her, just like the charming girls from Japan's golden period in the 1980s seen in Takeshi Kitano's movies.
"Wait for me." Fujiwara Izaya rode a Honda Syaoran to catch up.
Under the summer sun, her delicate skin, bright orange long hair, and clear and distinct chin line are revealed.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri held her skirt with one hand and sat sideways on the back seat.
"We will go to repair the ancient temple at noon, and now we are looking for a place to eat," she said.
"Didn't you just have breakfast an hour ago?"
"I haven't eaten.uuReading www.uukanshu.com"
"What's wrong?"
"The food cooked by Chairman Hoshimi is not delicious."
"...I feel the same way!"
Riding all the way to Nanyinzu Town.
It was still early, and since he didn't know where to find delicious food, Fujiwara Izaya rode his scooter slowly around the town. The streets in the town were long and thin, pitifully long, going straight from the seaside to the front of the mountain.
Spread out. Streams, grasslands, small traffic islands, rows of two-story buildings, only a few restaurants... It's almost eleven o'clock, the feeling of the wind has become hotter, and the leaves are getting more and more...
Crisp and shiny, even the sea breeze blowing is as sweet as a pastoral symphony.
The world is so beautiful, Fujiwara Izaya is also hungry.
The two finally found a small restaurant and ate soy sauce beef and eel rice, which both tasted pretty good.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri only focused on eating and didn't speak at all. Fujiwara Izaya, who was full of questions, could only wait patiently for her to speak.
After eating, we started climbing.
The Buddhist hall where the ancient temple was renovated was built at the highest point, with stone steps winding up the mountainside. There are tall trees on both sides, and the stone steps are covered with thick leaves. From time to time, various bird calls can be heard, including the sound of crows.
The most recognizable.
After climbing the stairs, the ancient temple comes into view.
Fujiwara Izaya saw that a ritual ceremony was being held in the Main Hall. The curtains, incense burners, vases and other utensils looked bright under the bright lights. The sea breeze swept in from the opposite side of the mountain from time to time, puffing up the hems of the monks' robes.
"Let's wait here." Kasahara Fuka-Eri took him to wait in the side hall.
The group of girls from Kyoto were also here. Fujishima Kana slowly turned her slender neck and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a slightly tired and angry look.