Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 59 With this body, I can still give birth to two or three more children!

On September 9th, the weather was unusually hot and humid.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, Matsueda Shinsako bought a box of two ties and several pairs of socks from Takashimaya Shinjuku store, all of which were high-quality solid-color socks.

She now has nothing to do in her life.

Giving all the things I bought today to my family is the meaning of my life today.

Shinsako Matsueda discovered these little things that could fill the emptiness of her life and found new meaning for the rest of her life.

Walk out of the department store and walk home with an umbrella.

September in Tokyo is at the end of summer, with temperatures easily exceeding 30 degrees.

But she still wore a black kimono.

The kimono wrapped her tightly, and outsiders could only see her graceful and attractive curves.

But even so, many people stared at her along the way.

She looked to be no more than thirty years old, with snow-white skin that looked ageless and her temperament was noble and cool.

There is definitely a strong desire, and many people can't help but fantasize about her erotic private life after just one look.

Since childhood, Matsueda Shinsako has been accustomed to being stared at.

No matter where she appears, she will arouse the admiration of men and the jealousy of women present.

Being stared at by everyone around her was a terrifying thing, and she was already disgusted by it when she was a girl.

After becoming a mistress, although her body was still full of desires, she had been an ascetic for more than ten years due to worldly views.

Unfortunately, the more chaste and self-loving she was, the more people in the old Chinese circle disliked her.

Those noble ladies slandered her privately, saying that she was a woman with a history of self-degradation. She was filled with resentment, but she never opened her mouth to explain.

Forget it, who cares about them!
Look at it if you like, you can only see the clothes anyway.

Masako Matsueda straightened her back, looked straight ahead, and walked at a dignified and elegant aristocratic pace, neither hurried nor slow.

The wooden clogs made a pleasant "click-click" sound as they stepped on the asphalt road.

His face had a calm expression and lacked a smile.

Noble and cool.

Any man who wants to strike up a conversation with her will be scared away by her indifference.

You will never imagine how beautiful I am under my clothes...Matsueda Shinsako thought with some pride.

On the way back to the neighborhood where I live, I met many neighbors.

"Mrs. Matsueda has become more beautiful recently..."

"That's great. I can tell from looking at it that I live a happy and nourishing life..."

"I'm so envious of your current state..."

These neighbors were very enthusiastic in front of her, and their words revealed their envy of her beauty and figure.

But when their backs were turned to her, all that was left on their faces was vicious jealousy.

"Look at how horny she is. She must do it at least three times a day..."

"Of course, otherwise how could you have such a moist complexion..."

"This kind of slutty woman can become moisturized by just a touch from any man..."

In the past, Matsueda Shinsako would have trembled with anger when she heard these words.

But now...

The fact that Kiyoaki Matsueda was about to become a literary giant gave Masako Matsueda a lot of confidence. The jealousy of those who spread rumors about her and those who spread rumors about her improper behavior turned into nutrients for her noble peony, helping her bloom more gorgeously and last longer.

When I returned home and pushed open the rusty iron gate, what came into view was an old house that had been eroded by wind and rain.

Peeling wall paint, faded doors, weathered stone steps... the smell of poverty cannot be concealed in every corner.
Masako Matsueda was very angry. She had been living a life of luxury since she was a child and had lived a luxurious life as a noblewoman after she got married.

I have never been poor, so I cannot accept being poor forever.

Now, there is finally a glimmer of hope for escaping poverty...Matsueda Shinsako has made up her mind that it would be okay for her to give up some of her power as the mistress.

Kiyoaki Matsueda did not go out and was still practicing boxing in the tea room.

Shinsako Matsueda returned to the bedroom and tore off her kimono.

She had originally planned to change directly into her nightgown, but just as she picked up the purple silk suspender nightgown, she turned around for some unknown reason and looked at the full-length mirror next to the wardrobe.

The person in the mirror has a perfect body.

The swan neck is white and slender, with a delicate collarbone rising like a mountain range.

The skin on the chest rarely comes into contact with sunlight, and has a translucent luster like jelly, with attractive blue veins appearing on the surface.

I poked my lower abdomen with my hand, and felt the amazing elasticity feed back to my fingertips.

"I'm not old yet... With this body, I can still have two or three more children!"

Matsueda Shinsako said this bluntly, but just thinking about it made her cheeks burn like they were on fire...

Pick up the purple nightgown and put it on.

She turned and went out, but after walking a few steps she turned back and sat in front of the dressing table.

She took out the lily perfume from the drawer, sprayed it on her wrists and neck, then unzipped her collar and sprayed it on her chest.

After making all the preparations, I went downstairs to the tea room.

The closer they got to the teahouse, the louder the sound of the young man hitting the sandbag became, and the squeaking of his bare feet on the wooden boards sounded like the cry of life.

"Bang, bang!"

Hit the sandbag hard, gritting your teeth and persevering even when you are tired.

【Ding】

【Free Fighting lv2/100】

[Free Fighting lv2 → Free Fighting lv3]

The upgrade notification floated by, and Songeda Qingxian stopped and shook his head.

Sweat splattered all around his wet hair.

Level 3 free fighting is professional level, which means he can now participate in boxing matches.

Although he has no idea what use this skill has for a scholar like himself, the sense of accomplishment gained from gaining experience and leveling up is quite great. Kiyoaki Matsueda can be said to be enjoying boxing these days.

Matsueda Shinsako walked in and saw him sweating profusely, holding his knees and panting.

The upper body is covered with sweat, and the bulging curves of various muscle groups can be clearly seen. After the intense exercise, every pore is slightly opened, exuding the sweet scent of early spring.

"Look at you, you're sweating all over. Let me wipe you with a towel." Matsueda Shinsako couldn't help but say.

The voice is very strange and always sounds a little awkward.

Seeing her walking in with tired steps, Matsueda Kiyoaki said nothing and sat down cross-legged.

Shinsako Matsueda took a basin of water and wet the towel.

Kneeling beside him, she picked up the wet towel with her small hands and gently wiped the sweat off his body.

(End of this chapter)