Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 93 A Beautiful Night

My mother died twice.

Now, it's the eldest daughter's turn.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki was accidentally caught calling Matsueda Kiyoaki "Dad" by her own mother. This was the most embarrassing thing she had ever experienced in her life.

If there hadn't been a typhoon outside, she would have covered her face and ran away in embarrassment. But now she was not much better. She curled up and buried her face like an ostrich.

Matsueda Shinsako came down the stairs and looked at Matsueda Kiyoaki with a sharp look: "Does it make you so happy to have a woman call you daddy?"

"Of course not." Matsueda Kiyoaki shook his head, "I would only be happy if the women of the Matsueda family called me dad."

Matsueda Shinsako rolled her eyes at him, quite charmingly.

She is in her early forties this year. Although she no longer has the youthfulness of her daughters, she has the mature charm that her daughters lack - especially the body of a woman who has given birth to two daughters.

"I suddenly feel that since both of you have died socially, we only need one more person." Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at Matsueda Luming, "Why don't you shout once too? If everyone dies socially, then it means no one has died socially."

"Oh, you really can't hide your perverted side!"

The dim candlelight shone out, and was either reflected or absorbed by the staircase corridors and walls, interweaving subtle colors in the darkness.

In this mysterious light and shadow, the pine branches and deer calls, as perfect as a ceramic work of art, bathed in the dim candlelight of the candlestick in the hand, quietly and gracefully descended into the world.

It was like a medieval painting depicting the appearance of an angel.

"I'm different from these two stupid women. I will never call you dad!" Songzhi Luming walked down slowly.

A cold, disdainful, but pleasant voice reached Songzhi Qingxian's ears.

Above my sight, Matsueda Luming walked down the stairs with an elegant posture.

Against the backdrop of the dim candlelight, she seemed like a saint who had come to the dirty underworld to accept the devout worship of mankind.

Kiyoaki Matsueda subconsciously looked at her feet. The cute little feet wearing cute slippers were still on the floor, which meant that she was just a human.

"Why do you always look at my legs first every time you see me!" Songzhi Luming twisted his legs unnaturally.

"Uh……"

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt very wronged.

But since I have been wronged, I can't be wronged in vain, so I still have to take a look.

The front of the cute slippers reveals beautiful and delicate little toes, delicate ankles, calves as slender as tender lotus roots, and round and pink knees... What a pair of beautiful legs that can be eaten with food.

"Matsueda Kiyoaki! Where are you looking!?"

“I’m actually thinking.”

"lie."

“Really, think about whether you are a real person.”

"Liar. You've been staring at my legs since I came out."

Songzhi Luming walked down the stairs with light steps.

The word "light" is no exaggeration when used to describe her.

A beautiful girl with a light body and a soft body who is easy to push down. It seems that she is not affected by gravity and feels light and airy in everything she does.

After walking down the stairs, the girl came to him with a cold face, and opened her soft cherry mouth towards him contemptuously: "You watched me after I took a shower, and you watched me take off my shoes when I got home! How many times do I have to tell you before you can change this bad habit?"

"Uh……"

Kiyoaki Matsueda began to think.

Masako Matsueda sat down on the sofa and glanced at the two children out of the corner of her eye - to be honest, she suddenly felt that her youngest daughter and he were a perfect match, and their ages were also suitable.

When Xiaolu reaches 20 years old, he will only be 26, so if Qingxue is not able to do it, it will be completely fine to let Xiaolu take over.

——If the two sisters really can't keep him, she, as a mother, can grit her teeth and try.

Looking at Songzhi Luming, Songzhi Qingxian pondered for a moment and opened his mouth: "I say... Oh, forget it."

We live under the same roof, so there will always be times when we see each other occasionally. How can we avoid it completely?

"How helpless and boring you look!" Songzhi Luming shook his head in disgust.

"I'm sorry, but I come from a lowly background and don't have many elegant ideas in my head." Matsueda Kiyoaki said half-jokingly, "If I make you feel uncomfortable, I refuse to apologize."

Songzhi Luming was about to retort, but his mother stopped him.

"Little Deer, stop making noise!"

The stern patriarch spoke, and Songzhi Luming curled his lips, sat down helplessly, and picked up the script to resist.

The warm yellow candlelight illuminates the old ceiling.

There was a terrible storm outside with howling wind, but there was a warm atmosphere inside.

Shinsako Matsueda boiled some hot water and made a cup of coffee for everyone.

When the coffee powder meets hot water, it slowly expands and the fragrance spreads.

The eldest daughter was looking at the computer, the younger daughter was reading a script, and the son-in-law was holding "Remembrance of Things Past" in his hand.

Amid the roar of the rainstorm, the sound of pages turning was particularly obvious.

Shinsako Matsueda came in with a cup of coffee, barefoot, and the smell of shower gel on her body.

Kiyoaki Matsueda glanced at her from time to time.

The feminine fragrance on her body was more pleasant than that of her two daughters.

Strong winds blew against the house and rain poured down from the eaves like a waterfall, making the room seem as if it were sinking to the bottom of the water.

The warm sound of the ceramic cups colliding sounded like the sound of water. Matsueda Shinsako drank the warm coffee and felt that all the boring jealousy and the hopeless anxiety of the past few years had completely disappeared.

She was a beautiful widow with two young daughters, and no one knew how many hardships she had endured over the years.

How many forces are eyeing the Matsueda family, wanting to swallow up these orphans and widows.

Women like them who are of noble birth and beautiful looks usually end up in a miserable state once they lose the protection of their status and money.

Those hypocritical gentlemen on weekdays, who appear to be polite on the surface but secretly have uglier faces than each other, have no idea how many people want to invite her to sit with them and extend their greasy big hands to her.

The most difficult times have passed...Matsueda Shinsako looked at her family with gentle eyes.

In front of outsiders, she is still the noble, strict and serious Matsueda Shinsako.

But in front of her family, she gradually realized that she was no different from other women. They all wanted a strong man to protect them... She didn't have that before, but she has it now.

——Alive to this day!
A warm feeling welled up in Matsueda Shinsako's heart, an emotion that burst out from the deepest part of her heart, and her mind automatically gave an explanation - living to this moment, this moment is the happiest time in her life.

Realizing this, I felt my body immersed in a happy moment. Even my toes were warm, and the corners of my mouth were slightly raised because of happiness - God, please let our family be together forever.

Time passed quickly and Qingxue Songeda's laptop ran out of battery.

With nothing to do, she looked up at the others who were also doing nothing and said, "It's still early and I won't be able to fall asleep for a while. Why don't Xiaolu and Aqing come to rehearse, and my mother and I will be the audience."

"Okay, it's my turn to rehearse with him." Matsueda Luming put down the script and rubbed his eyebrows as if he was confused.

"Then come on."

Kiyoaki Matsueda closed Proust's "In Search of Lost Time".

Songzhi Luming put down the script and stood in an empty space in the living room.

The character she played, Mademoiselle, appeared after Julien left the town and arrived in Paris.

At this time, Julien had been influenced by aristocratic society, had learned the art of high society, and became a playboy. He had shed the rusticity of a young man from the provinces and became a genuine Parisian young man.

Kiyoaki Matsueda stood in front of her, his eyes slightly lowered.

He was a little over 1.80 meters tall, while Songzhi Luming was only 1.63 meters tall. The height difference between the two of them when they stood together made her look a little like a little bird.

Miss Myrtle in the original book is a beautiful woman with golden chestnut hair and a well-proportioned figure. She is considered the most beautiful person in Paris. She is of noble birth, has a proud look, and her eyes reveal a terrible coldness in her heart.

However, although she is proud, she has read many romantic love novels and has a simple, passionate and rebellious personality.

Born into an upper-class family, fame and fortune no longer appealed to her. She was surprised by Julien's arrogance, the talent, intelligence and ambition of a commoner youth, and gradually fell in love with him.

Martel was very stubborn and arrogant in her pursuit, and neither her parents' opposition nor the church's denunciation letter could change her persistence. She was even willing to give up her noble status and money to elope with Julien.

Kiyoaki Matsueda recalled the characters in the book and looked down at the deer for a long time.

Upon closer inspection, one cannot help but be surprised by her exquisite beauty.

Her skin is as white as cream and as white as snow, and her face is so tender that it can be blown away;

The cherry mouth is soft and beautiful; the moist and red lips are just like gorgeous cherry blossoms in the night rain.

Under her eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings, there were a pair of clear and ethereal eyes, which sometimes flashed with innate pride and aloofness; her temperament as a rich lady was also elegant as if it was innate.

"What are you looking at!" Songzhi Luming asked coldly.

"I noticed that you have some similarities with Miss Martel." Kiyoaki Matsueda replied.

Songzhi Luming raised his eyebrows: "How similar are they?"

"At least the beauty and the arrogant temperament match. Uh, but..." Kiyoaki Matsueda's gaze subconsciously looked down.

From her pointed chin, it slid down to her slightly heaving chest.

It’s hard to tell whether there is or not, but it’s also a bit like that... Oh, Schrödinger’s breasts!
"Wait, what are you looking at that?" Songzhi Luming frowned unhappily.

Matsueda Kiyoaki quickly looked away.

Martel was a plump Parisian lady, and in this respect, the poor Tokyo girl could never catch up with her.

"Humph, I don't mind at all!"

Songzhi Luming was very smart. She could tell what he was thinking just from his eyes. She said coldly, emphasizing the point: "Whether a woman is successful or not should be judged by her inner qualities, not her external features! Even if the winner is determined by appearance, it should be scored based on the overall appearance, and not just one point. So, I don't care about the size of my breasts at all!"

Yes, yes, yes, you don't care. Your passionate speech and murderous look are all manifestations of your indifference.

"The little deer is so stubborn." The elder sister smiled with glee.

"You are still young, there is still a chance, it is not time to give up." The mother looked distressed and encouraged, "Little Deer, my genes are so good, you will definitely grow up too."

"..."

The little girl's entire face was black.

The talented beautiful girl who didn't care about the size of her breasts snorted coldly, her eyes casually looking around and drifting towards her mother.

Looking at her mother's proud and upright curve, the girl's lips moved unconsciously and she sighed very, very faintly: "I really don't mind at all..."

She looked so pitiful but still stubborn that even Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't bear to laugh at her anymore, so he said, "Let's start rehearsing."

Only then did Matsueda Luming recover from the shock of "slow breast development" and began to build up her emotions and talk to him.

At a ball, a noble lady who longed to break the rules and have a romantic love affair became interested in Julien, a young country boy.

Julien did not like Mathilde's aloof and arrogant character, but when he thought that "she could bring her status to her husband", he pursued her passionately and was soon fascinated by her elegant figure, the whiteness of her hands and the beauty of her arms.

Although Mathilde knew that Julien was of humble origin, she took the initiative to write a letter to Julien to declare her love, with the romantic feeling that "I dare to fall in love with someone whose social status is so far away from mine, and who is undoubtedly a great and brave woman."

An ambitious and clever country young man and a bold and passionate aristocratic woman came together.

"I must speak to you, and I must speak to-night. At the stroke of one in the morning, come out into the garden. Bring the gardener's ladder, which is by the well, and place it at my window, and climb up into my room. There will be moonlight, so it does not matter."

The brave Myrtle, with the enthusiasm and romance of a Parisian lady, took the initiative to invite Julien to climb into her room with a ladder in the middle of the night.

Julien did as he was told, and as he climbed up the ladder the window opened noiselessly.

"You are here, sir!" Matsueda Luming came over and looked at Matsueda Qingxian excitedly, "I have been watching you for an hour."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed with joy and shyness.

This made Matsueda Kiyoaki feel awkward and he didn't know what to do.

In embarrassment, he thought he should be bold, so he reached out and tried to hug the woman in front of him.

"No!" Songzhi Luming pushed him away.

The modesty and shyness of a girl of noble birth once again prevailed, tormenting her and making her look more and more like an amorous woman.

The moon was shining on them, and the embarrassment began again, and both sides felt it deeply.

Songzhi Luming was in agony caused by extreme shyness and asked, "How did you deal with my letter?"

"The first letter was hidden in a large new Bible, and the post carriage took it to a far place last night. The other two letters have also arrived at the post office and will take the same route as the first one." Kiyokana Matsueda answered her like a lover.

"Great God! There are so many precautions, and that's why your letter is so cold!" cried the pine deer, with more madness than tenderness in his tone.

Qingxian Songeda took the courage to hold this beautiful standing girl in his arms.

He was not completely rejected.

——The deer placed his fists slightly in front of him, not pushing them away completely.

Half-hugging the girl's warm and soft body, Kiyoaki Matsueda felt for a moment that performing in a stage play was an extremely correct decision.

"You have the courage of a man," Songzhi Luming felt his body, his heartbeat gradually becoming irregular, and his tone was like a girl who was truly moved. "I admit that I wanted to test your courage. Your initial suspicion and your determination proved that you are braver than I thought."

This proud girl's unreserved praise for others at this time can satisfy people's vanity.

That night, the beautiful and proud Songzhi Luming became affectionate and devoted herself to him, becoming his mistress. When a woman naturally develops feelings, it is very difficult to take them back, even if she has a strong will like hers.

Of course, Myrtle gave herself to Julien, but the deer had not yet given herself to him.

After performing this scene, Matsueda Luming's face became hot. Looking at Matsueda Kiyoshi's handsome face, he couldn't help but feel the danger.

In the next scene, the two meet in the library, and she cries and says to him, "I hate that I gave myself to you."

Kiyoaki Matsueda took down an ancient sword hanging on the wall to kill her, but she was not afraid at all. Instead, she walked up to him proudly, thinking that he loved her so much that he wanted to kill her, and she got back together with him.

That night, he crawled into her room again, and she asked him to be her "master" and that she would be his slave forever and would obey him forever.

"Punish my cruel pride," she said to Kiyoaki Matsueda, hugging him. "You are my master and I am your slave. I kneel down and beg for your forgiveness because I actually wanted to resist."

Then she broke free from his embrace and threw him to the ground: "Yes, you are my master," she said to him, intoxicated with happiness and love, "dominate me forever and punish your slave severely if she resists."

The confusion and happiness have reached such a level that it is better to omit the description.

But when the next day came, when Matsueda Kiyoaki showed a little bit of admiration, she became angry again and publicly announced that she no longer loved him.

Myrtle's character is so unpredictable.

The same goes for the fawn.

She looked at Songzhi Qingxian, her thoughts still immersed in the plot, just like Martel looking at Julien, and felt that his manners when they first met were elegant and charming.

Her main purpose was to make Kiyoaki Matsueda dislike her in every way, but she also unconsciously watched Kiyoaki Matsueda's every move. This contradictory mentality was very similar to that of Martel.

After the third act, it was already very late.

"Stop, stop, it's time to go to bed."

Songzhi Luming pushed Songzhi Qingxian's chest away, turned his hot little face to him, and whispered: "Hehe, a playboy like you, don't fall in love with him because of the play."

Because her emotions have not returned to normal, she needs to use her sharp tongue to protect herself.

"What?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Songzhi Luming looked at him and lowered his head: "I won't tell you."

"I seem to have heard something about falling in love during a play." said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"This is my warning to you!" Songzhi Luming bit his pink lower lip and dodged his gaze. "I am very confident in my charm. In order to make you have inappropriate thoughts..."

"It makes sense. Deer are indeed charming." Kiyokatsu Matsueda did not mock her for this.

"Is this a compliment or is this just to paralyze me?"

"It's a compliment, of course."

"That makes sense. I accept your compliment." Songzhi Luming nodded with a smile.

Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled and said, "Actually, if you weren't so sharp-tongued, I'd feel quite comfortable being with you."

"But I feel uncomfortable with you!" Songzhi Luming raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his smile full of contempt and ridicule: "When you look at your mother, you always look at her breasts; when you look at me, you always look at her legs! When you look at your sister, you must be thinking about the Oyakodon! You are a bug with a head full of yellow garbage. Sooner or later, I will step on you and make you juice! Humph——"

Even if she was cursing, it could still make people feel good when it came out of her cherry-colored lips.

“Xiaolu is really good at scolding people…” The elder sister patted her chest.

“I don’t know where he learned it from…” The mother looked puzzled, thinking that she didn’t have the gene for a sharp tongue.

"It's late, time to go to bed." Songzhi Luming said with a yawn.

"Not going to continue practicing?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"One practice is enough." Matsueda Luming said confidently, "As long as I keep up the level of rehearsal, first place in the cultural festival will definitely be mine..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help but frown: "Being too confident is not a good thing."

"Don't you like that I have confidence in you?" Songzhi Luming asked with a joking face, "Do you want me to cross my arms, look at you with a disgusted expression, and point at your nose and call you a jerk?"

"Uh……"

Kiyoaki Matsueda imagined the scene in his mind.

I feel like it’s not impossible.

Songzhi Luming sneered and looked at him as if he were a bug: "Sure enough, you are a pervert! If you like the pleasure of fighting back after being humiliated, no problem, I don't mind stepping on your face with my feet and scolding you first."

"The little deer knows a lot," the sister whispered.

"Well, but then again, A-Qing seems to really like the thrill of fighting back after being humiliated..." Mom seemed to recall the shame and pleasure of being fought back, and couldn't help feeling her cheeks hot.

"Can you say something that people on Earth can understand?" Matsueda Kiyoaki asked her unhappily.

"uh-huh?"

Songzhi Luming blinked in a puzzled manner.

"Stop pretending to be cute!" Matsueda Kiyoaki scolded.

As a result, she stuck out her tongue "slightly".

Damn, that's pretty cute.

After the quarrel, it was almost midnight and Kiyoaki Matsueda was sleeping on the floor in the living room.

Songzhi Qingxue was sleeping next to him.

After the candle was blown out, the noise in the house quickly subsided, but the strong wind and heavy rain outside the window were still very loud, and the noise outside could cover up some of the smaller noises inside.

While sleeping, Kiyoaki Matsueda suddenly felt the quilt being lifted.

"Ok?"

Just as he was wondering, a hot and plump body came in.

"Shh~"

she reminded quietly.

"Just let me lie in your bed for a while..."

Songzhi Qingxian said nothing and acquiesced.

After a moment, the hot and soft body came closer with some nervousness and shyness - it was so big.

(End of this chapter)