Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 303: Gentle Country 4
"Where are you from?"

The woman was very seductive, but she spoke in a very pure tone.

Long Chuan Che sat at the table, looked at the other party rolling up his sleeves to pour him a glass of wine and asked softly.

The lady was wearing a bright red kimono with a lotus flower on her forehead.

Geisha is known for her profession of entertaining people with her beauty, and the lady's black hair is filled with the faint scent of powder.

"He is from Kyoto."

The wife knelt beside Longchuan Tetsu and answered the guest in a gentle tone.

She poured the other person a glass of wine, and then picked up a handful of seasonal vegetables with chopsticks.

She held the soup in one hand to prevent it from falling on the guest's clothes, and looked at the guest with a somewhat curious tone.

"Have you ever been to Ine Town in the northern part of the prefecture?"

Ine Town in the northern part of Kyoto Prefecture is a remote fishing village.

It seems that she was a girl from a poor fish family who was forced to join the geisha industry.

Longchuan Che ate the food served by the other party and looked at the woman who seemed to have just finished a performance.

The woman sat with her back straight, her plump buttocks pressed against her slender ankles.

“It must be very hard.”

Longchuan Che pretended to put his hand on the woman's thigh accidentally, but the other party dodged it without leaving a trace.

"Yes."

The lady spoke with a strong Kansai accent.

She moved the glass closer to the guest.

"I started learning drumming, dancing, and folk songs when I was ten years old. I'm afraid a Tokyoite like you wouldn't understand."

Longchuan Che looked at her. Her straight little nose seemed a little thin, and the delicate lips below were slightly pursed.

She dealt with the customers who wanted to take advantage of her in a somewhat immature manner, and the lotus on her forehead looked particularly clean.

"A ballad," Ryuukawa Toru nodded and avoided the geisha's feeding.

"I can do it too."

What Longchuan Che said was half true and half false, like an old gourmet who had been hanging around in the entertainment industry.

He held the woman's hand and smoothed her beautiful bun.

The black hair is beautiful, and if she lies down on the mat behind her, her hair might collapse.

"Black-haired."

Ryukawa Toru sang "Black Hair" sung by Komako in "Snow Country" in a child's tone. This was a work written by Sakurada Jisuke, who also wrote "Love Death in the Sky Net".

The man's voice was rather rough, and the woman used a hot towel to wipe the hand that was pinching her soft forehead.

"I'll sing it for you, Master."

The woman wiped every fingertip of the man clean, then stood up and sat down at the table opposite the wine table.

The rain outside was hitting the wooden windowsill, and the number of people outside the teahouse gradually emptied out.

"Playing by the river..."

The woman sang a long song describing the spring and summer scenery of the Sumida River.

As soon as that soft and lingering tone came out, Longchuan Che's tone exploded.

He didn't know that his wife could really sing. Her bright rosy cheeks and beautiful, smooth red lips were moist and shiny when she closed them, and opened slightly as she sang, yet seemed ready to close at any moment.

The action of stroking the strings of the piano while singing made her look lovely and charming. Her originally charming eyes were now watery, bright and a little childish.

Longchuan Che stood up and looked at her exposed skin.

The skin on her neck was white with a rosy glow, as fresh and tender as a peeled lily bulb or onion.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to reach out to this clean beauty.

"I should go back, sir."

The woman solemnly pressed down the shamisen, stood up and bowed to Ryukawa Tetsu.

"If you go back too late, the master will scold you."

The geisha he had just ordered was about to go back after serving him for a while, and Longchuan Che's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Come to me."

Longchuan Tetsu waved at the other party. When a geisha receives a customer, she cannot refuse the request unless it is too excessive.

"Yes."

The woman lowered her head and seemed to realize that her behavior just now was not in accordance with the rules. The customer spent money and ordered her, how could she just leave?

The woman does a great job of portraying a young artist who has just been promoted from "maiko" to geisha.

"Pour the wine."

Longchuan Tetsu knocked on the table, and his gloomy expression made the 'geisha's' hands tremble as she poured the wine.

Geisha spend five years learning their craft, and in the sixth year they serve and do odd jobs for their seniors in the art gallery.

If there are complaints from customers, she might be labeled as "Maiko" again.

As she lay down, the woman began to shed tears because Ryukawa Toru put his hand into her pants skirt and gently pinched her thigh through the white fabric.

"No, no, really no."

Women, or girls.

She raised her face, and her tearful eyes looked cute and pitiful.

"If you stay outside without permission, you will be held responsible if something happens. The host will not be responsible at all. We sell our voices, not our bodies."

The wife's facial expression was so vivid that Longchuan Che felt his breath was held in place.

What a devilish woman! In his trance, Longchuan Che almost forgot that they knew each other.

"Then I'll be responsible, okay?"

Longchuan Che's hand climbed along the bottom of the woman's skirt towards her belt, and the other party grabbed Longchuan Che's big hand tightly through the fabric.

“Will the guest be responsible for me?”

The girl's eyes are watery.

Most geishas are daughters from poor families.

Their parents were forced to sell them to art galleries to practice art. They learned to play the shamisen from a young age, and sometimes their fingers would bleed from playing it.

"Of course, you're beautiful."

Longchuan Che nodded, and the woman's snow-white neck was mostly exposed during her struggle.

It was snow-white and slender, with a faint blue line floating with the other person's breathing.

My wife's skin is also very tender, and sometimes just gently sucking it will leave blue-black marks.

The other party seemed to be interested, and Longchuan Che felt that the strength of his hand loosened a little.

"No, no, no, people in Tokyo are used to lying. The master said I can't trust you."

Just when the belt was about to loosen, the other party suddenly struggled again.

Longchuan Che saw the other party running to the gatehouse and said to Longchuan Che.

"Guest, I really have to go back. Please don't complain to me."

The lady's cheeks were slightly rosy, and she seemed to have really become a geisha dealing with guests.

Her body was slightly tense and she was afraid that the other person would eat her up if she wasn't careful.

Outside the house was empty and quiet. Amidst the table full of food and wine, Long Chuan Che suddenly hugged the woman who had escaped.

He didn't say anything, but with a smell of alcohol on his body, he tore off the clothes around the woman's neck.

The hot lips kissed along the white skin, and the geisha's tone became a little pleading.

"Guest, please let me go."

The more the other party struggled, the more precarious the situation became, Longchuan Che felt.

He put the disheveled geisha on the ground. Her black hair was loose, revealing her round shoulders and a large area of ​​fair skin.

The other person covered his front with his hands with tears in his eyes, and the lotus mark on his forehead was exceptionally clean.

"Is that okay?"

Longchuan Che grabbed the other person's tight belt and when he pressed lightly, tears flowed in the woman's eyes.

The bitter yellow light is dim.

The wife did not answer.

Longchuan Che listened to her saying "let me go, let me go" all the time, and held the belt tightly in his hands.

There was a click.

Longchuan Che exerted force with his hands.

He ripped open the lady's dress.

(End of this chapter)