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The fine sunset glow filled the sky like fish scales.
At around three o'clock, Fuka-Eri Kasahara, dressed in neat autumn clothes, drove to Asakusa Shrine. Her orange hair was tied up casually and she wore a pair of sunglasses, looking fashionable and charming.
Kawashima Meiji wears a simple white shirt and black trousers.
The oval face that has been carefully groomed exudes a strange charm that makes people's hearts beat.
Fujiwara Izaya helped her stuff the gift into the trunk and asked with a smile: "Hi, this beautiful woman, have you seen my Mrs. Meiji?"
Kawashima Miji was startled for a moment, then kicked him unceremoniously: "Go to hell."
"Haha~" Fujiwara Izaya smiled and ducked into the back seat.
Yukino Riho was sitting in the back seat, dressed as usual at home.
The long skirt is elegant and quiet, and a pair of small gold earrings hang on the crystal earlobes, adding a sense of maturity.
After Miki Kawashima got into the passenger seat, Kasahara Fuka-Eri drove the car to the Yokohama Cruise Terminal.
Arrive at the destination an hour later.
On the sea with the sunset gleaming, a white super-large cruise ship is moored and docked.
Countless motorcades on the shore were heading this way. Fujiwara Izaya glanced around a few times and saw many celebrities who often appeared on TV. There were people from the political and business circles, and even many Kanto residents of Onyangliao.
The directors are all here.
Something must be explained.
The Natsuki Foundation is one of the five largest financial groups today, with total assets exceeding 30 trillion yen.
No one would be tempted to receive an invitation from such a large consortium.
After boarding the deck and just about to enter the cabin, a burst of exclamation suddenly came from below the ship. Out of curiosity, Fujiwara Izaya looked back.
The moment he saw the person coming, his eyes were startled.
Stepping out of the magnificent and luxurious Cullinan was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with beautiful orange hair, wearing a gorgeous white dress, with a noble temperament like a princess in a movie. Accompanying her
Yes, she is a middle-aged lady with beautiful appearance and plump figure.
The men who looked at the mother and daughter all had vague expressions and intense eyes.
?
Are they here too?
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt something was wrong.
My eyes immediately glanced towards the entrance of the pier, and sure enough, my senior's car was also approaching.
"What are you looking at?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri asked.
Just as she was about to turn around, Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and walked into the cabin: "I saw this person on TV. I thought he looked familiar, so I looked at him a few more times."
Kasahara Fukaeri is not suspicious.
She had always trusted Fujiwara Izaya, but how could she know that this bad subordinate was afraid that she would not give him a chance to take advantage after seeing her mother and sister, so she was so anxious to drag her away.
"It must be a woman." Kawashima Miji said firmly.
Yukino Riho nodded silently.
Fujiwara Izaya opened his mouth and paused for two seconds, suddenly not wanting to speak anymore.
He looked at Kasahara Fuka-Eri with sincere eyes.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri sighed helplessly, opened her straight legs under her autumn dress, and walked on the red carpet to her room.
"Didn't you say that she likes you more?" Kawashima Meiji raised a corner of her mouth.
"Everything needs a process." Fujiwara Izaya put his arm around her waist and said with a smile, "Besides, when it comes to liking me, Mrs. Meiji said it was the first time, and no one dares to say second."
"Who likes you, a bug!" Kawashima Miji patted him on the back of the head.
She has picturesque features and is full of elegance, yet there is innocence and charm in everything she says and does. She is truly a natural beauty.
"...Madam is so amazing." Fujiwara Izaya whispered to her.
Kawashima Mijia puffed up her plump breasts and showed off: "I am born to be so cute."
Seeing the proud look on her face, Yukino Riho couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ah, Xiaoyue, let's spend tonight together!" Kawashima Miki suddenly pushed Fujiwara Izaya away, hugged Yukino Riho excitedly, and gave her a facial cleanser.
"Let me go, uh-uh!"
Fujiwara Izaya dragged their suitcases and watched from behind.
He had the deepest experience with Mrs. Meiji's figure. Not only was she big, but she was also very elastic and would change shape at any time according to the objects buried in her. She covered her face, but she couldn't even breathe. Mrs. Riho was so pitiful.
…
After returning to his room, Fujiwara Izaya called and ordered some food.
I picked a bottle of soda from the small refrigerator in the guest room, turned on the TV, and watched a random comedy.
My mind is not on TV.
He tried to contact his aunt, but she didn't respond to him at all.
This bad woman is so abominable!
I must spank her in the future!
In the spacious and luxurious room, Fujiwara Izaya was listening to the sound of the TV while thinking about these and other things. Natsuki Li was always an elusive woman. Her plan for this cruise might be to watch it while eating ice cream.
He was tortured by the Shura Field, maybe in order to destroy all the women in this country so that he could be possessed by himself.
but……
Never mind her!
No matter how powerful he is, he has been bullied by him since childhood.
After putting the suitcases away, it became dark and the cruise ship officially set sail.
Fujiwara Izaya walked out of the room and wandered around various areas on the cruise ship.
In addition to the guest room area, the entire cruise ship has five floors of space, with many facilities such as cinemas, casinos, and swimming pools. Each floor has restaurants and banquet halls with different decoration styles. The largest banquet hall on the first floor is the French
It's a palace banquet style, where a drama is being performed; the second floor is Japanese style, with many geishas dancing, playing and singing Japanese songs on a stage set up on the water; the third floor is wild Brazilian style, with scantily clad modern girls showing off
With her perfect body.
Fujiwara Izaya stayed on the third floor for a long time.
When I was about to go up to the fourth floor, my sleeve was pulled by someone.
Looking back, Mrs. Kasahara, who had changed into a noble purple kimono, looked at him with a smile: "You didn't blink just now."
Compared with the distinguished Chairman Kasahara, those Brazilian girls on the stage are just posing sluts... Fujiwara Izaya stretched out his hand towards her and asked with a smile: "This beautiful and charming lady, there is a Brazilian restaurant over there.
, would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I'll give you a chance, but I want to eat Japanese food." Mrs. Kasahara put her hand on his palm gracefully.
"no problem!"
Fujiwara Izaya led her back to the second floor.
The guests he met along the way were all well-dressed elites, including many from the Kanto branch of Yin Yang Liao, who looked at him holding Chairman Kasahara's little hand with strange eyes.
Chairman Kasahara walked lightly.
With a smile on her face, it seemed that she didn't care what the outside world thought of her.
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself that it was her absolute confidence in strength and power that led to her current behavior.
That's not bad.
It's very his style, so he likes it.
On the second floor of the cruise ship, the large space is set up in the style of a Kyoto alley.
The building of intertwined wood and cement has a very strong sense of wisdom. There are stone slabs under the feet, and there are small shops with lanterns on both sides. Just looking at the sales will make people feel that the food must be delicious. The line of sight passes through the warm curtain.
Looking around, the lights in the store are dim, and the hazy golden light can only illuminate half of the corridor, while the other half is completely dark.
At the junction of light and dark, there is an indescribable and delicious atmosphere.
"This ship has been renovated." Mrs. Kasahara's gaze passed in front of the fence gates. "Similar to your atrium in Yushan, magic has been used to expand the depth of the space, making the actual size much larger than it looks from the outside.
"
"After all, she is my aunt..." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head helplessly.
"Obviously she is your aunt, but you can't control her, what a failure!" Mrs. Kasahara raised her hand and poked the tip of his nose with her right hand, "Well... forget it if she doesn't love you, let mom love you well."
Purple kimono with gold thread, the sleeves slightly slipped.
Slender arms like a tender doll stretched out from inside, and the fingertips poked the tip of his nose affectionately... Fujiwara Izaya almost couldn't breathe.
Mrs. Kasahara raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a noble smile: "Silly boy! Don't make mom angry, or she will make you kneel down and hold mom's feet to beg for mercy."
Stunning and gorgeous, playful and coquettish.
Nobility comes with being approachable, and charm comes with innocence.
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly remembered a word.
In vain.
Trying to resist the charm of Chairman Kasahara is doomed to be futile.
"Walk faster, I'm hungry." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head and acted coquettishly.
"What do you want to eat?" Fujiwara Izaya looked into her bright eyes.
Mrs. Kasahara casually pointed to a sukiyaki restaurant in front of her: "There might be a surprise inside."
"I will accompany you to find all the surprises in the world!" Fujiwara Izaya said proudly, holding her hand and walking into the store.
It is a Meiji-style shop. The stairs are as narrow as a tunnel and steep. There are niches on both sides, and the light is so bright that it seems as if something like a tanuki or tengu will fall from the ceiling as you walk.
The further you go in, the darker the light becomes.
However, the fragrance in the air was very strong, and the aroma of beef filled my nostrils. It seemed that even the stairs with black light became delicious.
Mrs. Kasahara carried a small cloth bag in one hand and was held by Fujiwara Izaya in the other. She walked up the stairs with clear footsteps. After seeing the waiter, she nodded slightly.
Fujiwara Izaya felt something was wrong.
"Let's go, my young master." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head to look at him, showing a fox-like smile.
Immediately after this, she put her hands around Fujiwara Izaya's arm and led him into a private room with ten tatami mats. In front of the long low table, Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya's disappeared arm, her expression
A cold.
"What a coincidence." Mrs. Kasahara greeted with a smile.
Mrs. Hoshimi ignored her, but looked at Fujiwara Izaya: "Come and sit here with me."
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes twitched.
Could this be... a textbook-level Shura?
No, no, Shura Field usually involves two harems meeting each other.
And what he has to face now is the meeting of two mothers in the harem. This is an upgraded version of the mother-in-law Shura field!
Mrs. Kasahara smiled and sat opposite Mrs. Hoshimi.
Mrs. Hoshimi rested her elbows on the table, held her chin in her palms, and looked straight at Fujiwara Izaya. This kind expression was obviously saying, "You will be dead if you dare to sit next to Himeko."
.
Fujiwara Izaya bit the bullet and sat on the main seat.
Generally speaking, if it is a family banquet, this seat is occupied by the head of the family. If it is a guest banquet, then this seat can only be seated by the host of the banquet. Izaya Fujiwara cannot be the host of the banquet, so he can only sit in this seat as the head of the family.
I am sitting between the two ladies.
Under the table, Mrs. Kasahara smiled and nudged him with her foot.
This position was specially reserved for Fujiwara Izaya by her, so he must have known her intentions.
Mrs. Hoshimi shook her fan and acquiesced to him sitting there.
It's just that she didn't look at Fujiwara Izaya, but at Mrs. Kasahara, with a hint of competition in her eyes.
"Dongdong."
Mrs. Kasahara clicked the tabletop and made a nice sound.
The waiter waiting outside the door brought in sukiyaki and drinks, as well as a small plate of cut tobacco and tobacco pouches.
"Does Fujiwara-kun like sukiyaki?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"I like everything as long as it's not Tengu hotpot." Fujiwara Izaya said as if to lighten the mood.
Mrs. Kasahara asked innocently, "Why don't you like Tengu Nabe?"
Shut up, big devil... Fujiwara Izaya kicked her under the table and was about to explain it with a joke.
"Yeah~"
Mrs. Kasahara hummed in a thought-provoking voice.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Xingjian looked suspicious.
"The little guy kicked me." Mrs. Kasahara's fair cheeks gradually turned red.
"Fujiwara-kun?"
Mrs. Hoshimi turned her head and called Fujiwara Izaya softly, her breath was like a gust of fragrant wind.
Fujiwara Izaya was sweating on his forehead.
I always feel... Mrs. Hoshimi's smile now is like a yandere smile that is about to turn black.
"Let's eat." He quickly beat an egg and stirred it in a bowl. Then he poured oil into the hot iron pot and put the thinly sliced beef in it.
The lively sizzling sound immediately came out, and the mouth-watering fragrance wafted into the air.
Mrs. Hoshimi watched him fry the beef with a gentle look on her face.
She is not in a hurry.
At worst, I'll kill someone tonight to add to the fun.
Fry the beef until slightly browned on both sides, add soy sauce and roll it once, then roll it in the egg liquid once.
"Come, sister Hoshimi, please eat first." Fujiwara Izaya gave the fried beef to Mrs. Hoshimi first.
Mrs. Hoshimi picked it up with a tachyon and put it into her mouth gracefully.
"Well, good..." She praised, as if her heart was filled with joy that was indescribable.
The second piece of fried beef is naturally for Mrs. Kasahara.
However, she said "Ah" and opened her mouth but did not move.
"Fujiwara-kun?"
Mrs. Hoshimi called him gently again.
At this time, decisiveness is needed.
Shura Field has already happened, and it is impossible to think about how to avoid it. Even if you die, you must die like a man!
Fujiwara Izaya resolutely fed the beef fried by himself into Mrs. Kasahara's mouth.
The beef is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a thick sauce, and has a smooth texture that absorbs the egg liquid. Every bite is the most beautiful enjoyment in the world. Mrs. Kasahara narrowed her eyes slightly and leaned on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder with an intoxicated look on her face: "Hmm
,Fujiwara-kun...it’s so delicious.”
Mrs. Hoshimi was really angry this time.
Her temperament is as elegant as a fairy, but she really can't act shamelessly like Kasahara Himeko, so she can only watch helplessly as her best friend completely takes over Fujiwara Izaya.
But that doesn't matter, she won't act coquettishly and cutely, but her fighting skills are not inferior to those of her best friends at all.
Seeing that Mrs. Hoshimi was about to run away, Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook off Mrs. Kasahara, walked behind her and squeezed her shoulders: "Chairman Kasahara is too scary, you must protect me tonight."
The chill in Mrs. Xingjian's eyebrows dissipated.
She covered her lips with a fan, and spoke to her best friend with a smile in her voice and eyes: "Ara, who said that I was a complete failure before?"
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya expressionlessly.
"Please, don't play with me..." Fujiwara Izaya hid behind Mrs. Hoshimi and winked at her desperately.
Mrs. Kasahara chuckled.
Facing the provocation of her best friend, she raised her face, revealing her swan-like white neck.
"As sisters, naturally I can't keep good things to myself. It doesn't hurt to let you use it." After saying this, she put her left hand into a paw and put it on the side of her face, looking at Fujiwara Izaya with a cute expression: "Meow~
"
This woman is so terrifying... Fujiwara Izaya's hand was in disarray.
Mrs. Hingjian turned around, blushed a little, and hit his chest: "It hurts me."
"It's all Aunt Himeko's fault!" Fujiwara Izaya blamed it.
"Don't worry about this crazy woman, you will be right behind me tonight." Mrs. Hoshimi scolded calmly.
Fujiwara Izaya pinched her silky shoulders: "I listen to you."
"That's pretty much it." Mrs. Hoshimi proudly cast a provocative look at her best friend.
Mrs. Kasahara said a long "Oh".
From her expression, there was absolutely no emotion like jealousy or dissatisfaction.
But Fujiwara Izaya knew that if he really hid behind Mrs. Hoshimi all night, he would not be able to live peacefully tonight.
"I also want to hide behind Sister Yako for the rest of my life, but as a man, I can't be such a coward." He wittily found an excuse for himself and sat back on the main seat, "The problem of this ship, the two chairman
Did you notice?"
"Do you still need to tell me?" Mrs. Kasahara poured beer into a cup.
Rich foam bubbles up in the cup.
Fujiwara Izaya said in a flattering manner: "Just by the sound and smell, I can drink several glasses of beer."
"Then you can drink as much as you want, and Yako and I will take care of the beef."
"ah?"
"It's settled, haha..."
The two ladies looked at each other and smiled happily at the same time.
"Fat, good meat is harmful to health." Fujiwara Izaya persuaded me earnestly.
"Cows eat grass, so this is not a beef pot, but a grass pot. Since it is grass, we don't have to worry about fat and calories. We can just eat it."
"Miss Himeko, idealism is not advisable. Besides... very few cows eat grass now."
“Did Niu grow up listening to Beethoven and drinking beer?”
"According to what you said, we drink beer and eat beer at the same time?"
Mrs. Kasahara clapped her little hands proudly: "It's as weird as eating rice with rice."
"Okay, let's get down to business." Mrs. Hoshimi interrupted the cross talk show between the two, "Let's get back to the problem of this ship."
"Yes, this is a big problem." Mrs. Kasahara's little hand gently patted Fujiwara Izaya's cheek, "Little guy, you must be planning some bad things, such as attacking two young, beautiful but delicate people on the vast sea.
The weak mother-in-law does something embarrassing?"
Delicate and weak?
Do you mean the kind that can cause a nuclear explosion with one punch?
Fujiwara Izaya picked up the cup and took a sip of cold beer to relieve his rising body temperature: "I want to slay demons with you two."
Mrs. Kasahara picked up the cigarette pouch on the table and looked at him charmingly: "You are not allowed to take advantage of your mother when you are exorcising demons."
I'm afraid you'll take advantage of me... Fujiwara Izaya bent down to light her cigarette.
The flame ignited, and Mrs. Kasahara pursed her red lips, spitting out white smoke like a steam train.
However, as if she didn't know how to smoke, she immediately started coughing crazily. Fujiwara Izaya patted her on the back and cursed: "Why are you pretending to be a Showa beauty..."
Mrs. Kasahara raised her red face and smiled brightly at him.
"Fujiwara-kun, did you do something to Himeko?" Mrs. Hoshimi leaned her elbows on the low table and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a displeased face.
"You want to know?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Mrs. Hoshimi nodded.
The next second, one of her legs under the table was grabbed by Fujiwara Izaya.
"Eh?"
Mrs. Hoshimi was immediately stunned.
The white and sexy bare feet were held by Fujiwara Izaya in his hands very hard.
The hot palm completely covered it, and the contact with the cold skin was like a hot summer and a cool popsicle, a perfect match.
So this is what happened... Mrs. Hoshimi knew.
She curled up her calf and tried to pull it back, but she couldn't exert any force at all. What's even worse is that her best friend opposite seemed to know something and asked with a weird smile on her face: "Why don't Mizi keep asking?"
"I don't want to know about you..." Mrs. Hoshimi turned her face away and looked out the window in embarrassment. Her red cheeks, against the bright yellow light, looked a little more charming and noble than usual.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya reproachfully.
Mizi, who has been bullied by her since she was a child, may be an unattainable goddess in the eyes of outsiders, but she has a submissive physique in front of people with whom she has close personal relationships. Wasn't this how she was teased by her best friend when she was in Nan Yin Dou?
.
Mrs. Hoshimi's little feet are as clumsy and delicate as a girl's.
The soles of the feet are as warm as jade, and the heels are plump and smooth, with beautiful curves.
You don't have to look down to see what a perfect jade foot it is... Fujiwara Izaya held it in his hands and rubbed it in his heart, then spoke seriously: "Nearly one-third of the directors of the entire Kanto branch came to this cruise ship."
When it comes to business, Mrs. Hoshimi’s little feet no longer struggle.
Still being played by Fujiwara Izaya, she suppressed her shame and put on an indifferent expression on her delicate and soft face: "In addition, one-third of the directors have gone to Nasu Plateau, and currently only three-thirds are left in Tokyo.
one."
"The head of the Tsuchimikado family also went to the Nasu Plateau." Mrs. Kasahara added, "In terms of high-end combat power, Tokyo currently only has Master Hongbun. The other party worked hard to get us out, which means... within three days, Tokyo must
chaos."
"Then you two are coming together?" Fujiwara Izaya said quietly.
It was really difficult to face two mothers-in-law at the same time. If he hadn't always been courageous, he might have been tortured to the point of going crazy.
"You don't love me anymore?" Mrs. Kasahara asked him with an aggrieved look.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at her speechlessly.
"I dressed up well for you." As she said that, Mrs. Kasahara pulled down her collar slightly.
Before even seeing what was inside, Mrs. Hoshimi kicked Fujiwara Izaya's lower abdomen with the foot that was being held.