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

Chapter 339: The Executive's Little Action

The wind was as loud as the cry of a crane, and when the two were doing their little tricks secretly, Takeda Shinki suddenly felt as if she was back in a rainy night in Tokyo.

That day, when Takeda Maki returned to the office, she encountered an incredible scene.

Just like today, just like in the past.

Although there was a "puff" sound, the executive secretly covered his mouth.

It's a disgrace to the family! How audacious!
The executive officer has secretly thought of all the swear words he knows.

But then what emerged was.

'Do you want to expose them?'

The skin behind me is burning hot, and insects are chirping softly at night.

Tears welled up in Takeda Maki's eyes.

"How can this be possible! "

The executive lady wailed in her heart. This was something she would not dare to expose even if she discovered it.

What could she do? Run over and separate them? Takeda Maki only hated herself for being in a daze and not really falling asleep.

There was a florid ribbon lying on the floor. It was the one she and Ryukawa Tetsu used last night.

But now the two of them were right under her nose, allowing her to hear the sound of Longchuan Che pushing open his flesh.

What Longchuan Che said before going to bed, that is, to squeeze in, really came true.

His movements were very slow, as if he was afraid of disturbing himself.

Takeda Shinki seemed to feel someone holding her slender waist and then gently swaying her.

The subtle telepathy between the sisters made her need to cover her mouth, otherwise the touch that seemed to be reflected on her body would make her hum softly.

Her body gradually became limp, and as soon as Takeda Maki closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see the scene behind her.

Longchuan Che's big palm left a red mark on his sister's face, and the corner of her black skirt was lifted a little.

There was a little white mark on the inside of the skirt. She had watched her sister change it when they were taking a shower just now. Now it should have been pushed aside by the boy.

'No wonder you wear a skirt.'

Takeda Maki gritted her teeth. She had just brought a set of home clothes for her sister, but she insisted on going back to her room to get her own suspender nightgown.

A small camisole with a fragrant feel, revealing thighs when pulled.

The executive could smell the milky scent of his sister even when he was lying on his side.

Takeda Shinki was in mixed emotions, and Ryukawa Tetsuya felt like he was going crazy.

He lay on the small bed, unable to move at all, and only his wife, who was sleeping outside, rocked him gently.

"Do you dare to do it next time?"

The wife licked the palm of Longchuan Tetsu and asked.

He covered his wife's mouth with his hand, giving her a slight feeling of suffocation, but the tiny sound could still be transmitted to Longchuan Che's ears through the vibration of the skin.

'I won't dare to do it again next time.'

It seems like she is teaching her cheating husband a lesson.

The wife's movements were soft and soothing, and Longchuan Che could only feel the small arc that made him drive crazy.

"Let's find another place."

Longchuan Che held his wife's waist with one hand and put his other hand around her neck to cover her mouth.

Tiny and subtle feelings were transmitted all the way to his brain nerves, and this lukewarm process was too torturous for him.

"No, Mr. Longchuan."

The wife would only cover her mouth and nose with Ryukawa Tetsu's hand when she could no longer bear it.

The feeling of lack of oxygen brings a feeling of suffocation, and the feeling of suffocation brings a feeling of tightness.

Longchuan Che wanted to carry her out, but she thought it was fine this way.

The boy has been getting stronger and stronger recently, and this lukewarm feeling is what she wants now.

"What are you going to do with this book Norwegian Wood?"

I was talking about serious matters with my wife, but she started talking about other serious matters.

The small bed did not allow Ryukawa Toru to act too intensely. Ryukawa Toru looked at the woman who was particularly proud of herself and took the book "Norwegian Wood" that Takeda Shinki had placed on the bedside.

This book was rejected by Patrick, and now I am in an awkward situation where I don’t know whether to publish it or continue to participate in the award.

It seemed that he was controlled by his wife tonight. Long Chuan Che exhaled, went around his wife's armpit and picked up the book "Norwegian Forest".

This puzzle-like intimacy was already familiar to both of them, and doing other things during this process had no effect on Ryuukawa Tetsu and the others. Opening the book was the place where Takeda Shinki had marked the bookmark.
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"How much do you like me?" Midori asked.
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"All the tigers in the forests of the world melted into butter."

The somewhat lighthearted and humorous tone is the key to Haruki Murakami's popularity, and Ryukawa Toru touched on the characters above.

“Take it back home and publish it.”

The friction on the texture seemed to make people fall into another space, but Longchuan Che still spoke soberly.

"Take it back to the country?"

The wife's voice rose a little, and then she reacted and covered her mouth with Ryukawa Tetsu's hand.

"If you go back to China and publish your book now, a lot of people will come out and scold you."

"Norwegian Wood" has the potential to become a bestseller, and the resonance of youth romance also makes it have a higher audience than the general literary audience.

Looking at the wife who was trying to make up for her loss by covering her mouth with her hands.

Longchuan Che turned over and ran outside his wife.

The noise was quite loud and my wife was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

When she was turned over by Longchuan Che, the familiar feeling came to her again.

"Let's talk business."

The wife hit Longchuan Che's arm, and now she was facing her sister's back.

My sister's back was slender and straight, and now she seemed silent as if she was dead asleep.

Just now, Longchuan Che was enjoying the feeling of not being able to move, but now his wife has become a stiff little chicken.

"I will publish it both domestically and abroad when I win the Frank Short Story Prize."

When we got outside, I finally felt a little relaxed. I covered my wife's mouth and made her bend backwards in an arc.

"There are criticisms and praises. Books with a wide audience will have good sales."

The mixed comments of praise and criticism will drown out Longchuan Che for a period of time.

The wife's scalp felt a little tight as Longchuan Che held her tightly.

Longchuan Che's movements were not large, but he used a lot of force each time.

"Go, go outside."

At this time, the wife didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, as she was afraid that her sister would find out sooner or later.

The thrill of being secretly fucked and the suffocating feeling of being entangled by a boy.

Let the wife just change the position and want to be able to relax in a place.

"No."

Just now my wife wasn’t able to do it, and now Longchuan Che isn’t able to do it.

Longchuan Che watched the skin under his wife's neck tremble slightly, and the general manager over there seemed to be something wrong.

"Your sister seems to have moved a little."

I don’t know if I was seeing things, but Ryukawa Toru felt Takeda Shinki’s body shaking.

He spoke to his wife nervously, and his wife became very nervous as well.

"hiss!"

The wife was so nervous that Ryukawa Toru completely relaxed.

The woman was stunned for two or three seconds.

She turned her head and gave Longchuan Che a half-smile with her watery eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower."

The lady was not sure whether the Executive Master had moved, but now it seemed that the two of them could not move anymore.

"Accident, accident."

Longchuan Che looked a little uncomfortable and turned his head to kiss his wife twice.

The quilt is gently lifted, bringing a sense of summer heat.

The lady let her long skirt fall down and went to take a bath slowly.

“I was laughed at.”

Longchuan Che lay there in a daze.

In the moment of being absent-minded, I seemed to feel a wetness where the back of my hand was.

(End of this chapter)