173. Imperfect possession is not allowed in my dictionary.
The hazy heat of the hot spring water floated in the room, making the sight blurry.
Mrs. Kasahara stared at the bathtub with burning eyes.
"It's very dark outside." Fujiwara Izaya looked out the window and said.
The sky is bright and the moon is shining brightly. It is an early autumn night at the end of August.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri crossed her arms and turned her back to Fujiwara Izaya.
"The autumn nights are so annoying," Mrs. Kasahara said in a slightly shrill voice.
"I'd better help you rub your back." Fujiwara Izaya helplessly looked at Kasahara Fukaeri's smooth back muscles, "If this continues, your mother might come down to teach me in person. Let me make it clear first, I want her to
I’ll go into the water too, but I’m afraid you won’t be happy…”
"……Um."
Kasahara Fukaeri responded inaudibly.
"Then, here I come!" Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand.
Putting his fingers on her round shoulders, it was like touching a piece of warm water tofu, so soft that it was almost boneless. This was the first time he saw Fuka Eri's body, and he was really excited. It was so perfect.
Her body is both elegant and plump, and all her skin is wrapped in a curve that can be called "strong".
"That's right." Mrs. Kasahara smiled with satisfaction.
Watching her son-in-law giving her daughter a bath, she lazily lay on her side on the carpet beside the bathtub, eating the plum pudding that the maid had brought earlier.
Fujiwara Izaya looked towards her.
She looked like a child when eating, lowering her head and biting in small bites, like a young bird eating. The sound of the soft lips chewing the pudding was so loud that Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but think of what she would be like if she
How wonderful it would be if you were eating yourself!
Mrs. Kasahara glared at him: "Pay attention!"
She knew that her innocent and charming charm was far more attractive to Fujiwara Izaya than her daughter was to him, so after she said the words, she scooped a spoonful of pudding and handed it into the bath.
Those delicate and beautiful wrists poked out from the gorgeous sleeves.
The skin, which showed no sign of aging at all, was as if it could reflect the light of a candle. It was so beautiful that it was almost dazzling. The process of being exposed from the large robe gave me the feeling of emerging from a cocoon.
Fujiwara Izaya once again fully realized the physical beauty of this woman named Kasahara Himeko - even though she was fully clothed.
Eat the pudding in one bite.
"Well, it's so delicious..."
He coquettishly grabbed his wife's feeding hand, said thank you for the snack, then lowered his head and kissed the back of his wife's hand.
"What a naughty child." A smile appeared on Mrs. Kasahara's face.
In the mist, the smile was like a stream of light, floating on her cheeks, giving her the watery quality of a seventeen-year-old girl.
"Ahem."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri coughed lightly.
Fujiwara Izaya quickly turned his attention back and massaged her shoulders.
The two of them were relatively close to each other, with only some hot spring water between them.
With his keen sense of smell, he could smell the noble spices in the bath and the vibrant body odor of the female police officer. As he smelled it, he felt as if his heart was intoxicated.
"Was Fuka-Eri jealous of her mother just now?" Mrs. Kasahara asked narrowly.
"No, I wouldn't be so jealous." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied a little tiredly.
Fujiwara Izaya moved his lips forward and said behind her ear: "I think I'm just jealous."
"Shut up!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shrank her neck as if she was ticklish, and then slapped her away with her backhand.
As her elbows moved from bending to stretching, the thin and strong muscles showed subtle waves, and the flowing mist flowed on the white and smooth skin.
Fujiwara Izaya reacted quickly and immediately grabbed her slender fingertips.
The arm struggled for a moment, and the mist clinging to the skin shimmered and flowed, shining into his eyes. He squinted slightly, thinking it was funny, and he decided not to let her pull her hand back, so he grabbed it violently.
, and cut her arm behind her back.
"Well!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned.
After being temporarily subdued, her round shoulders still glowed with an innocent light.
"Your hands are so beautiful." Fujiwara Izaya said warmly.
"Really?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes flashed.
"Let me take a closer look."
Feeling the breath coming closer and closer, Fuka-Eri Kasahara's hand was pulled behind her back and she squeezed it gently. Her nails were beautifully manicured, with cherry blossoms painted on them with light red nail polish.
It has grown longer, much longer than the tip of a finger.
"Incredible." Fujiwara Izaya's other hand gently touched her fingertips, "Such a shape is so beautiful that it's incredible. Could it be that Fuka-Eri is so perfect that even her fingertips are better than others?"
Are you willing to give up?"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri clenched her fists a little more.
She remembered what Fujiwara Izaya said to her when they were in Nanyinzu - the so-called boy must have the will to make every finger grow perfect. So of course the so-called Kasahara Fuka-Eri must also have fingers.
The beauty that surpasses all others.
Fujiwara Izaya's fingertips were slowly playing with her fingertips and manicure behind her back.
Praising words kept popping up in his mind, and mediocre adjectives such as shells with diagonal stripes on the inside and charming and elegant petals kept making him want to eat them, but at the moment, he did not think of shells or petals with such color and shape in his mind.
Fuka-Eri's nails are just Fuka-Eri's nails, more beautiful than the shape of a seashell, and more delicate than the texture of a flower petal.
This is the supreme transparent and clear beauty.
"Are you okay..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri knocked her shoulders back, intending to remind him to let go.
Fujiwara Izaya fell back.
"ah--"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's upper body hit the air, slightly losing her balance and falling backwards.
At this time, Fujiwara Izaya pushed hard on his waist and immediately sat upright, letting her fall into his arms.
The extremely soft skin-to-skin contact felt as strong as an electric shock. Kasahara Fuka-Eri instantly turned red. "Let go..." Before she could finish her words, Fujiwara Izaya pulled her from behind.
His hands let go. But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he grabbed her two hands under the water, walked around from behind, and hugged her belly.
"?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's body was stiff.
Like a frightened bird, she was held by Fujiwara Izaya from behind, unable to move.
At the edge of the bath, Mrs. Kasahara was sipping pudding and said with an aunty smile on her face: "Hurry up, you two, hurry up and go further, I want to hold my grandson."
"mom!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's body started to tremble.
Under the water, Fujiwara Izaya held her two small hands, guided the nails of her left thumb, and gently scraped her belly button. Her fingertips trembled, and her whole body trembled.
"Don't, don't, I can't bear it, don't, ugh..."
The cold female police officer whimpered for mercy.
This feeling was so terrible that she instinctively avoided it, trying desperately not to turn into a woman with bad conduct. Her cold expression had long since disappeared, and now she looked as embarrassed as if she was drowning in the bathtub.
Unbearable.
Dreamy look.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her begging for mercy and was intoxicated by it.
A gust of wind blew from the valley, the window swayed, and the moonlight shining into the bathhouse shone like silver light on Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face.
"Is it itchy?" Fujiwara Izaya said into her ear, "As long as Mrs. Kasahara makes a sound, I won't move."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her head pitifully: "Mom"
"Ah, um" Mrs. Kasahara was eating pudding.
Seeing her daughter's embarrassment, she felt a little amused and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, get up quickly and let Fujiwara dress you."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's eyes froze.
Let him see my naked body... How is this possible? I might as well continue soaking here.
She didn't say anything, and Fujiwara Izaya was happy to continue playing.
The hands under the water grabbed her two small hands and gently massaged her lower abdomen. The head above the water gently rested on her round shoulders, and his cheek was pressed against her arm. Her figure was more Western-style
With a beautiful and slender figure, Japanese girls are generally more rounded. However, her temperament is not so Western. After calming down, she has a pure and elegant roundness. This roundness is just like a ball that vaguely sparkles with a delicate brilliance.
thing.
Fujiwara Izaya thought of a question.
If a woman loses her purity, will this mellow loveliness be dimmed?
What will happen to Kasahara Fuka-Eri in the future?
Although the arc of her chest is not as big as her mother's, it is not big enough for one hand, and it seems to be shyly attached to her chest. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the rounded arc of her shoulders and the scattered orange hair.
With those round curves, it looks like a nobleman from the Warring States Period.
"Fuka-Eri, I have a question."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't answer. He asked himself: "What is the place where you were formed?"
"Ask me about this." Mrs. Kasahara rushed to answer, "a coastal town in Takamatsu, Shikoku. There are many old houses and streets in that area, and there are handicraft workshops everywhere. It is rich in Mino paper umbrellas and Gifu lanterns, etc.
Famous product. Fuka-Eri became sane near Seiganji Temple on the mountain. The temple has neither a gate nor a wall. When you leave the temple, there is a beautiful and thin canyon, almost like an oil painting belt...
"
Fujiwara Izaya listened absently.
Her chin rests on Kasahara Fuka-Eri's shoulder. The color of her beautiful shoulders has a shyness that has not been accustomed to contact with the air. It is the kind of luster that has been hidden all spring.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri probably felt that this was too intimate, so she silently shrugged her shoulders.
This kind of action obviously means "The relationship between you and me is not enough for you to rest your chin on my shoulder." This is a subconscious action, because she seems to have forgotten that her body is being changed by him.
He hugged me too much. Or maybe she was undecided to resist and acquiesced to this intimate behavior.
"Hey!" Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows and asked unhappily: "You two only care about love and can't even listen to what I say, right?"
"You kicked me down, what's the use of being unhappy now?" Fujiwara Izaya mocked her unceremoniously.
"Get up!" Mrs. Kasahara scolded with a smile, "The water in this pool has been polluted by you. Get up quickly and let me wash it."
Fujiwara Izaya made a face at her: "Don't drink my bath water."
After climbing up with his clothes on, he was kicked out of the bath. He asked the maid for a new set of clothes to put on. He returned to the screen of the bath and gently knocked on the screen: "Can I come in?"
"What do you think?"
Mrs. Kasahara's clear voice came from the bath.
The sound echoed loudly and loudly under the ceiling.
"I don't think so." Fujiwara Izaya turned to leave.
"Linlin, why don't you come and wash with mom?"
"Well?"
"Hurry up, or mom will be angry!"
A strange flower... Fujiwara Izaya shrugged his shoulders, then opened the screen and walked into the bath.
In the hot air, Mrs. Kasahara's face was rosy. She lay on the edge of the pool and asked with a smile: "Have you wanted to take a bath with your mother for a long time?"
"I definitely don't have that intention." Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri in front of the dressing table next to him and said.
"He lied." Mrs. Kasahara patted the water gently and said, "If you don't believe me, I will stand up now and see if he will look at me."
As a beautiful middle-aged woman who behaves calmly, the moment she finished speaking, she stood up and appeared as stunning as a hibiscus. Those plump curves captured all of Fujiwara Izaya's attention in an instant.
Leave no shame in your body.
Nearly forty years seem to have been passed by her in one step without leaving any trace. The nose is still dignified and beautiful, and the beautiful big eyes are still looking... If it is a woman in her prime, she is a beautiful jasper under the shade of a tree.
, then she is the beauty of flowers in the sun. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and suddenly thought of the Kyoto beauties holding paper umbrellas and wearing wooden clogs on the stone pavement in Kyoto. The bright or dark colors just reflected the essence of beauty.
Mrs. Kasahara was very calm and did not even look at Fujiwara Izaya. Instead, she complained to her daughter: "Fuka-Eri, look at him without blinking. He also said he didn't want to come down to bathe together. He always lies..."
"Please continue taking a bath!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly turned his back to her and came to the dressing table.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't look at what happened just now, but focused on looking at herself in the mirror.
Now she was already wearing a light blue yukata on the bed, with a belt wrapped around her waist. The light blue sleeves slid down from the arm where she was combing her hair, covering the curve of her back, making her posture slim and graceful.
Fujiwara Izaya bent down and explained to her: "It's instinct to take one look. I can guarantee that I won't look at it a second time...well, when you are present."
"That's a long way to go." Kasahara Fuka-Eri hit him with the comb as if he was having trouble.
"Let me help you comb your hair." Fujiwara Izaya grabbed the comb and helped her comb her hair. Seeing the frosty look on her face, he said some disgusting words while combing it, "Look at your eyebrows.
The dream of thousands of years. Your lips, your wrists..." As he spoke, his shoulders pressed Kasahara Fuka-Eri's shoulders, "...your legs, and your hands. Don't move, be quiet.
Let me help you comb your hair, how beautiful it is! The luster of this half of your face is just like the hazy light before dawn. On the boundary between dawn and night, your perfect profile appears. Oh, I told you not to move, how can you look like this?
Like a child, I can't calm down while combing my hair..."
"...Let me be quiet for a while." Kasahara Fuka-Eri has never felt so tired.
Through the mirror, she saw Fujiwara Izaya's face peeking out from the back of her neck. He looked like a man running towards him in the cool wind. His clear eyes were looking at her in the mirror, without flinching at all.
The gaze was extremely passionate, rude, and concise, conveying his inner thoughts.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face was feverish, and her hands were also warm.
After staying with Fujiwara Izaya for a long time, she can almost accept his occasional love words, or more subtle expressions of love... But if you say such straightforward and passionate words, can you say less? People will be affected by it all of a sudden.
Not that many!
The sound of rushing water came from behind, and Mrs. Kasahara's tired and sweet voice came.
"Xiao Linye, why don't you come down and take a bath with your mother? When do you want to wait?"
"Don't even think about tempting me!" Fujiwara Izaya said firmly.
At the same time, he put his hands under Kasahara Fuka-Eri's armpits and took the opportunity to hug her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was angry and helpless.
Just after she got out of the bath, her warm body transferred heat. This heat also contained her own beauty and the texture of her untouched breasts.
"Let's go outside." Fujiwara Izaya stood up with her in his arms and left the bathroom.
On the coffee table in the room, there are tea sets engraved with the family crest, as well as some small and exquisite sandwiches, Japanese pastries, and biscuits. Kasahara Fuka-Eri's blue yukata is very fitting, and she has just taken a bath, so she is extremely delicate.
Her skin made her look indescribably beautiful. The beauty of her little feet without shoes could be called a pair of ivory ornaments.
After sitting down, she picked up the book on the table out of boredom and looked at it absently.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the window of the room a little, and the night wind blew on his face. The blood that had just surged slowly subsided. Soon after, there was the sound of rushing water in the bath, and Mrs. Kasahara came out wearing a bathrobe and with wet hair.
.
Looking at Fujiwara Izaya standing at the window, she was not surprised at all, and just asked casually: "Why are you still staying here and not leaving?"
Fujiwara Izaya turned around and said, "I plan to spend the night here."
"No!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked up from the book.
"Did you hear that? It's not possible." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "My daughter says it's not possible even if it's not possible. It's useless for you to plead with your mother."
"Why are you so serious now? We are the same as each other!" Fujiwara Izaya complained to her, then returned to the sofa and sat down.
Mrs. Kasahara also sat over.
The mother and daughter caught him in the middle.
After bathing, Mrs. Kasahara's skin was extraordinarily beautiful, and her cheeks were burning like flames. Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head and asked her with an honest smile: "How about you two sleep on the bed tonight and I sleep on the sofa?"
The corners of Mrs. Kasahara's lips curled up involuntarily.
As if coaxing her husband to work faster, she gently shook Fujiwara Izaya's hand and said to him: "Let your daughter sleep on the bed, and you and I will squeeze on the sofa. You have to work hard in the future.
Try to buy a bigger apartment so that you and I can sleep in a big bed..."
"I think it's good." Fujiwara Izaya turned off the lights in the room with his backhand, and said to Kasahara Fuka-Eri somewhat humorously, "Did you hear what mom said? Go back to bed quickly."
"well……"
In the darkened room, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's sigh was very familiar.
Mrs. Kasahara grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and said coquettishly: "You are so bad."
Only she can do this kind of excessive coquettishness so skillfully and without any violation. In the dark, Fujiwara Izaya's thin line looked directly at her: "Can you be bad?"
"How dare you contradict me?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and rubbed his hair a few times, "Remember your identity clearly, Acting Chairman Fujiwara."
It's like a critical tone.
But it's quite funny.
Mrs. Kasahara is not a pure person, she can even be said to be a scheming person. She is teasing Fujiwara Izaya so tirelessly not just because of his handsome appearance and strong background. Maybe she really wants to take advantage of him.
Her whole family was entrusted to him. As for herself, at least one of her spirits or body had to be sent away... Fujiwara Izaya was a bit abstract to her.
I thought I had caught him, but he was on the other side; I thought he was far away, but he was right in front of me.
It's very late.
The banquet in the atrium had begun to end, and Fujiwara Izaya had to leave.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri will not go to his room, but Mrs. Meiji is still waiting for him. If he dares not to go back tonight, according to Mrs. Meiji's jealous character, she will dare to divorce him tomorrow.
"Let's go, I'll take you out." Mrs. Kasahara walked towards the door first.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her head, glanced at Fujiwara Izaya's back following his mother, and then lowered his head expressionlessly.
There is a cool breeze blowing in the corridor outside.
Mrs. Kasahara was wearing a nightgown, and her lips were particularly bright in the dim light. Walking side by side with Fujiwara Izaya, she didn't say anything. She only occasionally smoothed her hair with her hands, or reached out to hammer his hair.
Shoulders. With this look, it looks like you have lived with him for a long time and you have a tacit understanding. You can know what the other person is thinking without even speaking.
After walking through this corridor, there is a small courtyard with a fence gate.
Across the small courtyard is Fujiwara Izaya's room.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly took a few steps forward.
The wooden clogs resounded crisply as they stepped on the wooden board, and they did not stop until they were in front of the fence gate. Fujiwara Izaya walked up slowly, only to find that she was bent over and leaning on the bamboo lattice of the fence gate, pushing against it with all her strength, as if she was very serious.
They were struggling with each other. He took a step back and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I won't let you go!" Mrs. Kasahara said.
"You didn't say anything just now."
"My daughter was here just now..."
"It's impossible if I don't leave."
"That's your business." Mrs. Kasahara said coquettishly.
Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's face with a headache, she wanted to laugh in her heart... She stopped at the door, paused for a while, and then meekly stepped aside: "Forget it, go back and spend the night with your wife.
...Don't worry about me anyway, I'm just a forty-year-old old woman..."
This resentment of a young woman is definitely an act... Fujiwara Izaya dared to bet with his collection of Asuka's two pairs of black and white stockings.
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Kasahara walked sideways to the side.
In the dim moonlight, she stood under the fence wall, her hair melting in the night fluttering in the wind and entangled on the fence wall. She stretched out her hands gracefully, and her white wrist with a watch as luxurious as a golden snake swung.
, get the hair out of tangles.
Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of her.
He is taller than his wife, so when he lowers his head, he can see his delicate collarbone and her slightly raised neck. Looking at that beautiful outline, he thought for a moment and replied: "Don't worry...it's not perfect.
Possession is not allowed in my dictionary."
"It's inexplicable." Mrs. Kasahara rolled her eyes at him and waved her hand, "Let's go and go back to Tokyo tomorrow. Don't appear in front of me and Xiangxiang in the future, otherwise I will beat you to death."
Those swaying shoulders and swaying butt are really inelegant.
"ah"
Fujiwara Izaya yawned and returned to his room.
Xiangxiang, what should I tell you about what happened in Shenyin Town... Judging from your spoiled temper, you will probably block me forever. Well, it's a big challenge and we need to think about it in the long term...
As soon as I opened the door to the room, I heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
Turn your head and look over.
Kawashima Miji, carrying large and small bags in her hands, looked as proud as a general returning in triumph.
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Thanks to the leader of the book friend [丨Yue Ling丨] for the reward, thank you very much.
It's the beginning of the month, so I'm looking for a guaranteed monthly pass. I'll be back in Tokyo with another chapter tomorrow.