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

Chapter 39 The Disappearing Plum Blossom

Water drops fell onto the surface of the pool, creating ripples on it.

The ripples swayed back and forth, and Mrs. Takeda seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the sea.

I lose my sight in front of my eyes and can hear distorted sounds in my ears.

Time seemed to have lost its rhythm. Her skin turned pink layer by layer. When she slowly sank and touched the bottom of the sea, she began to breathe heavily like someone climbing out of the water.

"you you."

Mrs. Takeda almost forgot what had just happened. She only knew that she was now putting her hands on the boy's shoulders and resting her head on her arms.

The skin seemed to be breathing and kept rising and falling. Mrs. Takeda recalled it, and only a feeling of wetness and her fingers inserted into the other person's hair flashed through her mind.

"Just wait, you bastard"

The woman seemed to have lost all her strength and was limply supported there. Ryukawa Tetsu wiped the corner of his mouth and then glanced at Mrs. Takeda.

The originally snow-white drawing paper magically turned light pink.

On this ambiguous and inexplicable canvas, the black ink spreads due to the water vapor.

The ink used by Ryukawa Tetsu was not a pigment specifically used for body painting, so the result of his painting did not look very good, but Ryukawa Tetsu was particularly satisfied with the red plum blossoms.

It can be called snow plum or blood plum.

It is the product of ruptured capillaries. Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows and raised his hand again.

“Michelangelo said: I saw the angel imprisoned in marble, and I carved him until he was free.”

Longchuan Che's fingertips touched his wife's lower abdomen, collarbone, front of her body and other parts.

On the color-changing canvas, ambiguous flowers slowly bloomed. The boy's smile was a little unbridled as he looked at the artwork he had processed.

"Madam also has a beautiful painting hidden on her body. Do you know where the plum blossom is now?"

Ryukawa Toru took great pains, and Mrs. Takeda took advantage of the blurry water surface.

The black branches formed a beautiful ink painting on her body, and her fair skin seemed like a layer of snow covering the branches.

The red plum blossoms are a little irregular, but their bright colors are hard to ignore.

White, black and red are interwoven on the body to create a beautiful picture.

Ryukawa Toru is indeed a person with an artistic sense.

"Just wait for me, you bastard."

A small bet almost got her wiped out. Mrs. Takeda collapsed there with no strength left. Ryukawa Toru smiled.

"Some people say that plum is three points less white than snow, and snow is one point less fragrant than plum. Madam has both qualities, so you can't blame me."

As Longchuan Che spoke, he put his nose close to it and sniffed.

The cedar sage tail perfume that the lady had worn at first had been washed away, and now it was replaced by a faint milky scent, as if it was seeping out from her body bit by bit.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Takeda Takako's body. She used her head to push the other person away with little strength, and then said coldly, "Get out."

It has already happened, there is no point dwelling on it.

The woman told herself that she must be extremely vigilant towards Longchuan Che and not let her guard down just because she saw that face with red lips and white teeth.

The other party's handsome face always made Mrs. Takeda forget his danger, and today she suffered a great loss by accident.

If Longchuan Che could hear what his wife was thinking, he would definitely say, "Madam, you haven't eaten anything."

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear her. Seeing that the other person turned his head away and ignored him, he leaned over and said a few words quietly, then walked out of the bathtub, dried himself, and left the bathroom.

The warm bathroom fell silent again.

Mrs. Takeda took a short nap with her arms as her head resting on her head. After making sure that Ryukawa Toru had left, she opened the curtain and slowly stood up.

The woman's figure was somewhat voluptuous, but her waist was very slender. Turbid water drops rolled down her snow-white skin bit by bit, and Mrs. Takeda still protected herself with one hand, still feeling very ashamed and angry thinking about what had just happened.

"Damn it! Shame on you! Don't give me the chance!"

She stepped hard on the other person's dirty clothes left in the bathroom to vent her anger. During the action, Mrs. Takeda felt the slippery feeling between her buttocks and her face turned red for a moment.

After Longchuan Che left, he had to take a shower himself.

Mrs. Takeda walked to the shower, and as she was about to wash, her fingers paused but couldn't help but wipe the blur off the mirror.

The mirror clearly reflected the ambiguous work, and Mrs. Takeda couldn't help but look around for a while.

"It's quite pretty."

Mrs. Takeda looked at the pattern on her body in a daze. The ink painting flashed with eerie colors in the misty light.

It seemed to grow out of bones and flesh, breaking through Mrs. Takeda's tender skin and blooming into a charming flower.

The exaggerated visual effects give it a shocking beauty.

"How come this kid can even draw?" Mrs. Takeda frowned.

Although I rarely paid attention to this boy who always kept his head down, painting is not like writing or calligraphy. It is definitely not something that can be learned in a day or two.

Ryukawa Toru has been acting strange since that day, and Mrs. Takeda no longer wants to think about him because she can't figure it out.

She blushed and looked towards the bathroom door, then frowned and started counting on her body.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"

The more Mrs. Takeda counted, the more frightened she became. Just now, she only felt her thoughts become clear for a moment, and when she reacted, she had already been bitten several times.

That strange tingling sensation seemed to still linger on her skin, and Mrs. Takeda twisted her body and stopped when she counted to seven.

"Isn't it nine?"

Takeda Takako searched everywhere on her body. Just now, Longchuan Toru said that he had ordered nine plum blossoms before he left, but now her lower abdomen, collarbone, and front of her body were all searched.

Only seven can be found at various nodes of the black branches.

"Is it hidden somewhere invisible?"

Mrs. Takeda was a little dazed by the heat. She turned sideways and looked twice but still couldn't find it.

After making sure there was no exposed skin, she walked to the shower area again without caring.

Her fingers erased the black ink bit by bit, leaving only the purple-red plum dots.

Without branches, the plum blossoms are no longer beautiful, but more like traces of damage to their snow-white skin.

Mrs. Takeda felt inexplicably regretful, as if she had destroyed this beautiful painting.

He shook his head to drive away this horrible thought.

She can't just not take a bath and keep black ink on her body forever.

Mrs. Takeda couldn't figure out why Ryukawa Toru was getting more and more malicious. When her fingers touched the light pink flowers, which were different from the plum red, the expression on her face froze.

"There are nine. Madam, please look carefully for them."

The boy's voice sounded like a cat that had just taken a nap, and the hot air he blew made my ears a little itchy.

Mrs. Takeda looked down at the two branches growing from her lower abdomen.

She finally knew where the two missing plum blossoms were.

The bottom line that I had been guarding for for such a long time had already been seen by the boy.

The outstretched branches are dotted with two pale pink plum blossoms.

(End of this chapter)