195. Mrs. Kasahara: I am the woman standing behind him!
Orange lights illuminate the banquet hall.
In this warm light, the outlines of the crowded objects around you will become more prominent, floating on the stage one after another.
People walking through it are like fish swimming in the sea.
Mrs. Hoshimi was wearing an embroidered palace-style dress and talking to Fujiwara Izaya. Her voice had a very calm tone, the unique tone of an elder protecting a younger one. It was the unique tone of a highly respected figure in upper class society, and it was also her voice.
One of the innate charms.
"Has Rinzi come with you?"
"It's behind us, no more than three meters away."
"She must be looking at our hands, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi's small nose tip was slightly upturned, and her expression was quite cute.
Fujiwara Izaya came closer to her shiny black hair covered with perfume: "You must have been led astray by Himeko's mother."
"It's not bad to help your daughter fight for it." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile. She saw a pool table in the corner next to her, so she led him over and said, "Play some games with me."
"Everything depends on the arrangements of Mizi's mother."
Fujiwara Izaya and her came to the front table and took out two clubs.
The surrounding guests immediately gathered around.
This pair of men and women, one big and one small, have unique temperaments. They are like being under the spotlight in the banquet hall. They are shining wherever they go. The young man is wearing a black suit and his hair is neatly combed. He is a handsome man.
The handsome man; the young woman in a white dress is as beautiful as snow, her appearance is quiet and elegant, making people think of a wealthy daughter in purdah.
The two men gestured with their clubs on the table, as elegantly as if they were performing a splendid Takarazuka Revue.
Playing snooker.
There are 21 target balls in total.
Each of the 15 red balls has one point; the yellow ball has 2 points; the green ball has 3 points; the coffee ball has 4 points; the blue ball has 5 points; the pink ball has 6 points; and the black ball has 7 points.
Hoshimi Rinko put her fingers on her graceful chin and looked at her mother and junior students boredly.
Occasionally, I would tilt my head and look out the window. I could see heavy black clouds on the sea, and the sky was as dark and pitch-black as ink.
Mrs. Hoshimi was engrossed in the preparations for the billiards match. Her body was very low and her hair was not messy. Rinko Hoshimi had no interest in billiards and didn't understand the rules, so she was always absent-minded while watching the game.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"Rinko, do you want to play two games?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked her daughter as she waved the cue.
Hoshimi Rinko pursed her lips: "Not interested."
"Then let's see how mom plays with Fujiwara-kun." Mrs. Hoshimi held the club steady and touched the club head a few times with shell powder. Then she took a hairpin from her handbag and pinned her bangs to avoid being affected by her hair.
The perspective when hitting the ball.
"Bang!"
The white ball collides with the red ball arranged in a triangle.
Fujiwara Izaya hit a shot and 15 red balls rolled around.
"Fujiwara-kun, be careful," Mrs. Hoshimi winked at him playfully, bending down on the table. "When Yako's mother was young, she was the queen of the pool hall!"
After she finished speaking, her expression became focused.
Her eyes were extremely calm when observing the path of the ball, and her force when hitting the ball was even and accurate. Her perfectly combed hair was pulled back, revealing the bright gold earrings on her earlobes, and her little feet in high heels moved accurately, slim and delicate.
Refers to pressing the felt pad of the table and then hitting the balls one by one.
This is a very wonderful picture.
From the audience's perspective, only people like her can turn the corner where the pool table is located into the center of a luxurious social venue.
It was the first time for Fujiwara Izaya to play with Yako's mother, which was a rare and valuable enjoyment for him.
You must know that the posture of a woman playing billiards is very, very sexy. Seeing her various provocative postures, I suddenly feel that my enchanting life has been completed.
Mrs. Hoshimi is very skilled at playing ball.
In the first round, he cleared the table with one shot and scored 147 points.
"Mother Yako is amazing!" Fujiwara Izaya resigned himself to the defeat.
"You shouldn't be judged by appearance, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi smiled sweetly, "Don't think that I was a good girl like Rinzi when I was young. In fact, I did a lot of rebellious things. Playing billiards, dancing on a disco, skateboarding, etc.
Proficient in everything.”
Hoshi saw Rinko a little stunned: "Mom?"
"Is it weird?" Mrs. Hoshimi pretended to be angry and had a cold face, "Do you think my mother had to be like you when she was young to be your biological mother?"
"...What's wrong with being like me?"
"Really, you are already eighteen years old, why haven't you entered the rebellious stage yet? This situation is the most troublesome for any mother." Mrs. Hoshimi sighed, and then waved her hand.
The audience that was originally gathered around here immediately walked away, leaving only Fujiwara Izaya and Hoshimi's mother and daughter in front of the stage.
Seeing Rinzi, Hoshi felt a little aggrieved: "Isn't it better to be obedient?"
"The problem is that you are not completely obedient," Mrs. Hoshimi frowned, "What did you do when your junior asked you to leave your school a few days ago?"
Xing Jian Rinzi stood still and said nothing in a charming and lovable way.
However, her eyes glanced over slightly, glaring at Fujiwara Izaya and signaling him to say a few words to help her divert her mother's fire, but Fujiwara Izaya remained silent.
Staying neutral is the right thing to do.
He could neither help Yako educate his daughter, nor could he help Rinko refute her mother.
The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh.
"Mom knows your intentions, so she doesn't intend to force you." Mrs. Hoshimi continued, "But what did you do?"
Xing Jian Rinzi bit her lower lip slightly: "You can't be in a hurry."
"You're lying to yourself again, you kid!" Mrs. Hoshimi glared at her daughter. "Your personality is old-fashioned and not mellow enough. When will you be like your mother?"
You and your daughter are both arrogant... Fujiwara Izaya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi with a serious face and felt like laughing.
"I don't want it." Hoshimi Rinko shook his head.
"My personality is extremely stubborn, which is very similar to that of a young mother. However, there is a limit to stubbornness. The current peaceful situation will be broken at any time, and the mother may not be able to protect herself..."
Before Mrs. Hoshimi finished speaking, Rinko Hoshimi stood over and whispered in her ear: "Rinko will never abandon her mother."
After finishing speaking, the senior sister showed a pretty girlish smile on her face.
This is probably a cute expression that you only have when facing your mother.
Mrs. Hoshimi, who originally wanted to continue preaching, was softened by her daughter's coquettish tone. She snorted, patted her daughter's shoulder lightly, and said happily: "That's good, let's go wherever we go from now on."
All together..."
Fujiwara Izaya felt warm in his heart.
In his sight, Mrs. Hoshimi's hair was neatly combed and sparkling under the indoor lights. No matter how she looked, she did not look like a mother who was about to turn forty.
But her eyes do contain passionate maternal love.
Mother is really an incredible emotion that makes people awe-inspiring.
Then in the next second, the mother pushed the cue in her hand to her daughter and said, "Come and help my mother play the next round."
"I can't..."
"Let Fujiwara-kun teach you step by step."
"?"
Hoshi was stunned when he saw Rinko.
"Promise to complete the teaching task." Fujiwara Izaya looked cute and saluted Mrs. Hoshimi, making her smile.
Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but laugh.
There was a sweet smell of rain in the air, which reminded her of her childhood memories of watching shoujo comics under the eaves of her house.
Fujiwara Izaya briefly explained the rules of snooker to her.
Then...it's time to hand over the ball.
Fujiwara Izaya came behind Hoshimi Rinko, bent down and brought his face close to her, and said softly to her: "Believe me, I will never have any evil intentions."
Hoshimi Rinko turned her back to him, there was no sound, only her shoulders were shaking.
"The head and the club should be in a vertical state, and the line of sight should be parallel to the club..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully bent his back and held his hands on the back of her hands. "Finding the right angle is not a problem for a genius like you."
For girls, just pay attention to control your strength."
Hoshimi Rinko was forced to bend down.
Raise your buttocks hard, pressing against Fujiwara Izaya.
"I said," Hoshimi Rinko drew back and took a deep breath, "do we really want to play pool?"
"Actually, I think it's useless to play table tennis at this time." Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
Seeing that Rinzi seemed to be ticklish and shy, Hoshi shrank his neck and said "hmm", like a frightened little quail.
This was the first time in my life that I had such close contact with a person of the opposite sex. My well-proportioned and slender back was completely covered by his thick chest, and the backs of my hands were held by him, which was warm and strong.
Mrs. Hoshimi stood to the side with her hands behind her back.
Like an invigilator, she supervised the two of them with stern eyes.
Hoshimi Rinko's heart and body were feeling hot, and she felt something pressing against her buttocks, forcing her to move her body.
It's just that she can't move now, only Fujiwara Izaya can move.
"Idiot," Hoshimi Rinko cursed softly, "move."
Fujiwara Izaya thought she was about to start playing billiards, so he guided her and while carefully measuring the position of the ball, he whispered: "That's cool."
Hoshi saw Rinko and was about to cry.
Fujiwara Izaya held his hand, grabbed the club, and stabbed feebly.
The white ball rolled softly for a few times and stopped as soon as it hit the red ball.
Fujiwara Izaya reached over and bent down to pick up his club.
Hoshimi Rinko breathed a sigh of relief.
With a rosy face, she subconsciously put her hands around and touched the middle of her buttocks.
It was Fujiwara Izaya's turn to hit the ball, but he made a perfunctory shot and then ran towards the back of Rinko Hoshimi.
Seeing Rinzi's face turning slightly red, Hoshi thought angrily: My junior didn't hit the ball into the bag on purpose. He just wanted to take this opportunity to hug me for a while.
The second time I taught step by step, Izaya Fujiwara became more responsible.
He not only grabbed the back of the senior sister's hand, but also put his arm completely on her arm, and his chest was pressed against her back without any gaps.
"What did you want to ask just now?"
"Why did you roar that morning..." Hoshimi Rinko's voice trembled.
There was suddenly a hand on her exquisite waist. This inviolable and sacred area was touched by the opposite sex for the first time in her life.
"Well, I have some bad premonitions," Fujiwara Izaya rested his chin on her shoulder and said in her ear, "Rather than passively expose it, I might as well speak out proactively and win the leniency of my senior sister."
Hoshi saw Rinko's cheeks turned red and her eyes were as clear as crystal.
Woo hoo, my junior is finally hugging me... She lowered her head, looked at Fujiwara Izaya's hand on her waist, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "I will not treat you leniently..."
"Speaking of it, this is all fate." Fujiwara Izaya put his nose up, sniffed her hair, and whispered: "If I weren't the Daitengu, I wouldn't be able to appear at Asakusa Shrine; if I didn't appear at Asakusa Shrine,
, I’m afraid senior sister won’t get close to me.”
Hoshimi Rinko hummed softly.
It was obvious that they had been together for such a long time and the two parties had already become intimate, but when it came time to be honest, she suddenly became shy.
Holding the senior's thin and slender back, Fujiwara Izaya breathed out softly: "Every day we spend together, to me, should be called a continuous miracle. Now, the miracle should be coming to an end.
...It’s quite sad to give up.”
"Are you not sure?"
"A little bit, but not sure yet."
"I believe you can do it..."
Fujiwara Izaya stared at her black hair and smiled: "You really have confidence in me."
"Because I know you well enough," Rinko Hoshimi said in a relaxed tone and smiled along with him, "If you weren't sure, you wouldn't be able to take advantage of me so happily."
"Um?"
"If you are not sure, you will definitely focus on finding ways to protect us."
"I feel so connected when I'm with my senior!" Fujiwara Izaya said happily.
Xing Jian Rinzi looked back at him, then quickly looked away.
With her back to Fujiwara Izaya, her face showed a gentle smile like the spring breeze caressing the Sumida River embankment.
"Can you tell me where your confidence comes from?" Rinko Hoshimi asked curiously.
"Because I am God."
After speaking, Fujiwara Izaya raised his arm and raised his index finger.
Hoshimi Rinko couldn't help but look back.
He looked as beautiful as the summer sky washed by the showers. Hoshimi Rinko looked at him for a long time, and couldn't help but lower her head cutely and murmured a prayer in a cute way: "Namo Namo!"
As a result, Fujiwara Izaya smiled slightly and ran away with a puff of smoke.
I can't do it without running.
Mrs. Kasahara came over from the other side with a dangerous smile on her face.
"You bastard, you promised to dance the first dance with me!" Mrs. Hoshimi stamped her foot and hurriedly chased after her.
"?"
Hoshi saw Rinko staying where she was.
Still holding the club in her hand, she wanted to rush over and blow her junior's head off with a club. If she hadn't been well-educated and wouldn't do anything inappropriate in public, she would have really done that.
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It's stormy outside and brightly lit indoors.
A woman named Kasahara Himeko appeared in the banquet hall with a smile on her face.
The people on her path instinctively stepped aside to let her pass through.
Mrs. Kasahara, who has long been accustomed to such scenes, walked dignifiedly through the crowd. Her dark skirt decorated with vines and rose flower patterns made a swishing sound. Her snow-white shoulders and shiny black
The hair and diamond necklace both shine under the light.
Quite literally.
She is the most beautiful one present.
She walked deeper into the banquet hall, towards Fujiwara Izaya, without looking at anyone, but everyone could feel her smiling at them.
This noble woman gave everyone present the right to appreciate the beauty of her plump figure, round shoulders, delicate collarbones and smooth spine.
All those who can appreciate this beauty will crawl at her feet and be grateful for her mercy.
Anyway, Fujiwara Izaya feels this way.
When this woman, Kasahara Himeko, looks serious, she is an absolutely beautiful and noble being - not inferior even to Amaterasu Omikami.
When she walked towards him, there was no charming expression on her face. Instead, she was filled with the incomparable self-confidence of Amaterasu. It seemed that every bone in her body was firmly believing that her own
Her own beauty is enough to attract everything in the world.
Fujiwara Izaya is getting closer and closer to her.
Her little hand was carrying a velvet handbag woven with gold thread. The buttons were not buttoned properly and a small piece of red fabric leaked out of it. This was a deliberate trick on her part. If Fujiwara Izawa didn't notice, she would be angry.
of.
"Good evening, Chairman."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the source of the sound.
The young man walked quickly towards her from this end of the crowd, his soft hair swaying in the air, his eyes dark and deep, and his eyelashes thick and long, as if the wind would blow every time he blinked. With a cheerful smile,
Quickly approach Chairman Kasahara.
Chairman Kasahara smiled elegantly at him.
Immediately afterwards, he bent down, pulled out a red shawl from Chairman Kasahara's handbag, and quickly draped it on Chairman Kasahara's shoulders, completely covering the fair skin exposed on her chest and back.
I don’t know whether it was due to inflexibility or deliberate action, but after putting the shawl on Chairman Kasahara, the young man’s hand did not let go for a long time, as if he was hugging this pretty young widow.
Many people began to become active inside.
Chairman Kasahara is a charming beauty and the darling of the entire upper class society.
At this point when Fujiwara Izaya's identity is in trouble again, her gesture like this in public is tantamount to telling everyone present openly: I am the woman standing behind him!
"What a cunning woman!" Fujiwara Izaya cursed in a low voice.
"I'll take care of you later!" Mrs. Kasahara gently pushed the tip of his nose with her fingertips. She avoided his embrace gracefully and turned around to look at Mrs. Hoshimi who was chasing after her: "What a cunning Yako!"
"Fujiwara-kun!" Mrs. Hoshimi's little lips curled up.
Her tone already contained a hint of complaint, and her face was somewhat dissatisfied, with an expression like a hungry squirrel.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to speak.
Seeing Fujiwara Izaya's troubled look, Mrs. Kasahara asked with concern: "Has Fujiwara-kun been threatened by her?"
Please.
Don't get angry at this time!
"What should I say?" Fujiwara Izaya carefully looked at each of his two mothers-in-law and considered his words, "There are many people here, let's find a quieter place?"
"Don't be afraid, just follow me and no one can bully you!" Mrs. Kasahara looked concerned and put on a relaxed look like a big sister.
"..."
How to say...
I'm afraid you two will fight...
If I were the only one, I could beat you as you like, even if I was naked, but with so many people watching, thank you to me... Just when Fujiwara Izaya Toru was hesitating whether to use force, Mrs. Hoshimi came over and said,
Looking at him kindly: "Aren't you going to have the first dance with Mizi?"
Miko’s mother!
Please consider the occasion when you pretend to be cute!
"You want to have the first dance with Yako?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out and rubbed Fujiwara Izaya's hair, "Why? Do you mean that when I am not around, you become Yako's person? Tell mom, yes
Didn’t she use her body to seduce you just now?"
"Fujiwara-kun, please tell her that I'm not as nasty as she is!" Mrs. Hoshimi stared at him with a gentle look on her face that said, "You know what to do, right? Huh?"
Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows: "Don't threaten my son."
Mrs. Hoshimi pouted: "This is my son. Didn't you see the scene when he hugged Linzi just now?"
The people around him had already hid far away, leaving only Fujiwara Izaya in the middle to suffer.
But to put it bluntly, they are indeed lovely mothers-in-law, and they look so good even when they quarrel.
"Aren't they just daughters? I have two!" Mrs. Kasahara looked towards the sofa in the corner and said, "Eri Fuka, come here!"
"..."
What expansion is this?
There was an extremely terrifying cold air spreading on Fujiwara Izaya's back.
Without looking back, he could tell how terrifying Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him now.
"Two mothers, please..." Fujiwara Izaya immediately broke away from their attack, turned behind Mrs. Kasahara and held the hem of her skirt, "Let me die fighting monsters instead of dying at the hands of the person I like.
Okay?"
"Temporarily reconcile?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at Mrs. Hoshimi asking for advice.
Mrs. Hoshimi snorted arrogantly: "I'll let you go this time."
"Let's go shopping together."
Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly and took her best friend's arm.
Mrs. Hoshimi also hugged her hand: "Support Fujiwara-kun."
The friendship between women is really magical. Just now, I wanted to fight, and now I want to be as close as one... Fujiwara Izaya held the hem of Mrs. Kasahara's skirt and followed her obediently with her uncles and aunts.
Big shots say hello.
It feels great to have the support of a big shot.
Because of her personality, Mrs. Hoshimi has always been relatively quiet.
After Mrs. Kasahara entered the venue, she undoubtedly became the focus of the audience.
Say hello to acquaintances, exchange pleasantries, and prepare toasts.
With those who have a good relationship, Mrs. Kasahara will talk with a smile and smile when she listens. To those who are not interested, she will put on a solemn expression, listen to their greetings, and express gratitude and surprise on her lips (perhaps she doesn't know what to say at all in her heart)
Think so).
She doesn't pay much attention to etiquette when it comes to people she doesn't want to talk to.
According to Fujiwara Izaya's observation, she stood with her back straight in front of the offending guest, her eyes wandering wildly. Sometimes she looked at the round and beautiful arms exposed in the sleeves of her skirt, sometimes at her tall and attractive breasts; sometimes she looked at her tall and attractive breasts;
She fiddled with the diamond necklace hanging on her chest with her fingers, sometimes flattening the shawl that Fujiwara Izaya personally put on her as if to protect her chastity.
After the annoying fly finished chattering, her eyes fell on the speaker, and a smile that drove away appeared on her face.
"Thank God..."
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.
I'm glad that such a changeable woman has a close relationship with me and won't be in the opposite direction.
Before you know it, it's time to dance.
A clever smile appeared on Mrs. Kasahara's face: "I won't compete with Yako for the first dance."
Mrs. Hoshi was overjoyed when she saw her, and immediately turned her eyes to look for her daughter.
"I'm going to talk to Rinko." Mrs. Kasahara stepped out of the way and cut into the middle of the connection between Hoshimi and her daughter.
Mrs. Xingjian looked slightly annoyed and cursed at her back: "Fox..."
"Do you really want to jump?" Fujiwara Izaya asked innocently.
Mrs. Hoshimi's expression froze for a moment, then she pursed her lips angrily and looked at him with a cute expression that said, "You can do whatever you want. I can't do anything to you anyway, so I'll just accept my fate."
Fujiwara Izaya reached out and held her slender, cold hand.
"I didn't expect that something that neither my senior sister nor I have ever done would be done with you first." He said with a low smile.
Mrs. Hoshimi stared at him with a slightly cold expression: "You are looking at mom's body."
You are Himeko's upper body, right... Fujiwara Izaya hugged her slender waist, "I only have respect and no love for Yako's mother."
A pain in the waist.
"In addition to respect, there is also love." He immediately changed his words.
Mrs. Hoshimi nodded arrogantly, put one hand on his arm, and put the other hand around his back: "Let's dance a song, just as a demonstration to Rinzi."
Put your arm around her waist, hold her little hand, and dance gently.
Being so close, Fujiwara Izaya even saw the delicate veins hidden deep in Yako's mother's white neck.
Looking at Chairman Hoshimi's noble face and feeling her slender figure at close range, Fujiwara Izaya felt that he was a little greedy. But it was difficult for him to control such a mood... Chairman Hoshimi's elegant demeanor,
Her near-perfect figure and demure classical beauty make her radiant and charming whenever she looks at her; but even for such an unattainable Hoshimi Yako, Fujiwara Izaya can put his arms around her waist and do whatever he wants.
What, can you not think about it?
certainly!
Just think about it.
If it comes true, the Tengu will die.
Over there on the sofa, Mrs. Kasahara covered her mouth with a funny smile, holding a red wine glass in her hand, sipping it in small sips.
Hoshimi Rinko folded her arms, leaned back on the sofa, and glanced at the dance floor from time to time.
"Will Rinko be jealous?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with interest.
"What's so jealous about my mother?" Rinko Hoshimi asked in a calm tone.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at her with a smile: "Have you ever thought about the future life of you and your junior?"
Hoshimi Rinko responded with silence.
"If you hesitate emotionally, you will suffer a big loss." Mrs. Kasahara put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.
On the other side of the dance floor, Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Hoshimi walked out. Probably because he was in a good mood, he seemed particularly relaxed. Seeing him coming, Hoshimi Rinko shrugged her shoulders and lowered her eyes.
No matter what difficulties you encounter, I hope you can overcome them safely.
After all, he was a tengu with no feet on the ground, and she really couldn't imagine any obstacle in the world that could trip him up.
After walking to the sofa, Fujiwara Izaya kissed the back of Mrs. Hoshimi's hand in a gentlemanly manner.
His movements were flexible, intimate and graceful. He held her hand and shook it for a few times before lazily leaning on the sofa. He turned his eyes to look at Rinko Hoshimi next to him: "Senior, can you dance with me?"
Seeing Rinzi, Hoshi immediately lifted up the hem of her skirt with both hands and moved away. A cold expression appeared on her beautiful face, and she glared at him fiercely.
Fujiwara Izaya immediately acted a little silly, as if he was begging for forgiveness.
Just as he was about to say something to win back the senior sister's heart, a wave of demonic power suddenly came from the wine glass placed on the table. On the mirror made of wine, the scene that Mirror Princess was seeing with her own eyes was transmitted through the mirror.
"Fuka-Eri!" Fujiwara Izaya shouted immediately.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her head from a pile of food and saw him looking like he was in trouble. Immediately, she bit into a large piece of steak, lifted up her red skirt, walked around with quick and staggering steps, and pressed directly against Fujiwara.
Izaya sat down.
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Promote this book.
"My senior sister is not a human being"
You can tell just by looking at the name, the daily love life with a non-human senior.
The veteran author's driving skills and writing skills are guaranteed. In order to avoid harmony, it is strongly recommended to continue reading.