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

Chapter 6 Collection Part

"Love is an unavoidable topic in all great literary works."

The boy spoke softly, his eyes moving slowly over his wife's body as if they were filled with warmth.

The plump touch protected by the cramped hands, the tight skirt expanded into an exaggerated semicircle.

The woman's figure was round like a gourd, but her waist was incredibly thin.

Mrs. Takeda felt completely stripped in front of Ryuukawa Toru.

She took two steps back somewhat uncomfortably.

"I have not tasted love yet. Madam, can you help me get some material?"

Ryukawa Toru stared at Mrs. Takeda, who looked like a snow-white rabbit, with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Love love?"

Mrs. Takeda's beautiful face was a little surprised.

I'm already this age, does the other person want to pursue me?

Mrs. Takeda touched her soft face.

A mature woman's figure and a beautiful face.

Can't little boys resist my charm?

Mrs. Takeda showed a smug look on her face.

Perhaps we can train Longchuan Che to be a bootlicker, so that we can control him at will.

When Mrs. Takeda had this thought, Ryukawa Toru continued:
"Florentino Ariza once asked himself which state was love, the sex life in bed or the calm of a Sunday afternoon."

Ryukawa Toru walked over to his wife and gently held her shoulders. "Sara Noriega calmed him down with a simple conclusion: everything done naked is love.

She said, "Spiritual love is above the waist, physical love is below the waist."

"Ma'am, I want to see some love below the waist, just like you usually do."

The topic of love took a 180-degree turn. Ryukawa Tetsu said that for the sake of artistic creation and to taste the sweetness of love, he wanted to watch his wife do what she usually does when making love.

She was caught by Longchuan Che.

"you you."

Mrs. Takeda stood there frozen like a giant red shrimp.

The scene that was accidentally witnessed by Longchuan Che was the greatest humiliation of her life.

In Longchuan Tetsu's eyes, she had probably already been labeled as sexually unsatisfied.

"You've rejected me so many times, you won't reject this small request again, right?"

Ryukawa Toru held Mrs. Takeda's hand and placed it on the skirt button in front of her.

A strange feeling of ambiguity hovered in the house.

The window removal effect is perfectly applied at this moment.

The measurement is not good, the repayment is not good, the bathroom was broken into once...

Mrs. Takeda glanced at the moody Ryukawa Toru and knew that she could no longer refuse.

Just once...

Mrs. Takeda sat down on the sofa without noticing.

Have you ever seen that kind of scene?
In some movies, the wife sits on the black leather sofa.

At this time, Ryukawa Toru was able to match Mrs. Takeda in front of him with the picture in his mind one by one.

Art comes from life.

At this time, Longchuan Che had a deep understanding of this sentence.

The wife sat on the sofa a little awkwardly, and soon the big bald man Longchuan Che would appear from the side!
It seemed as if there were despicable beasts in the air licking the lady's skin inch by inch.

"Would you like me to help you, ma'am?"

Ryukawa Toru's words awakened Takeda Takako who was a little dazed.

She looked at Longchuan Tetsu who pulled a chair and sat directly opposite her.

His brows were relaxed at this moment, his hands were resting on the back of the chair, and he looked at her with a smile.

"You're not lying to me?"

The lady turned her head away with a blushing face.

"Of course." Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

"For creation?"

"Yes."

"Only once?" "I won't force you to do anything you don't like again."

Of course, the creation is nonsense, but it gives my wife a good reason, and it only happens once.
With Ryukawa Tetsu's patient waiting and encouragement in his eyes that everything is for art.

Mrs. Takeda bit her red lips and put her legs on the edge of the sofa.

"It seems that my wife is also hesitant about my first suggestion?"

"Shut up!"

The purple flag flutters in the wind, and the translucent color has a crystal-like feeling.

The wife bit her lower lip. Although she did not resist this time, she felt a little uncomfortable being commented on like this.

"Okay, okay, I shut up."

Longchuan Che smiled and made a gesture of pulling the mouth chain with his hands.

People's bottom line is lowered through repeated temptations, and it is easy to accept the shame of being broken once.

Certain similar scales will gradually be enlarged in the future.

Mrs. Takeda looked around and then at Ryukawa Toru who was staring at her.

A strange stimulation that I had never experienced before paralyzed my whole body.

She couldn't help but hum twice.

In Love in the Time of Cholera it is said:

A sorrowing widow is more likely than any other woman to harbor the seeds of happiness.

It also says:

In terms of secret adventures, women are just like men: the same cunning tricks, the same whims, the same betrayals without the slightest guilt.

It ends by saying:

The weak can never enter the kingdom of love because it is a harsh and stingy country. Women will only bow down to strong-willed men because only such men can bring them a sense of security. They desire that sense of security to face the challenges of life.

Not too long later.

Longchuan Che walked to the sofa with the peeled orange.

The lady looked even more charming at this moment. She lay there limply, as if she had lost all her strength.

Like a gentle lover, Longchuan Che picked up a blanket and covered his wife, hiding her trembling body.

"Since it's all for love, then there is nothing to be ashamed of or illegal about." Ryukawa Toru continued to use a line from "Love in the Time of Cholera" to comfort his wife who was very shy at the moment.

She buried her face deep in the sofa, feeling particularly vulnerable at this moment.

"Now... it's okay!"

Mrs. Takeda felt an unusual sense of satisfaction.

"Okay, you can continue to stay until March, and I won't force you to do anything you don't like."

Longchuan Che emphasized the word "like". When his wife heard it, she buried her face deeper for some reason.

Biting the juicy orange, Ryukawa Toru thought for a moment and placed the remaining half of the orange next to Mrs. Takeda.

“Oranges are rich in vitamin C.”

"It can make the wife's love even sweeter."

Longchuan Che chuckled and stood up to go back to his room, leaving the empty living room with only his wife who had played herself to death.

The purple cloth was rolled up into a ball and thrown on the ground. The sound of wind and snow outside the house had long since subsided.

The small village became noisy at this moment. Mrs. Takeda tightened the blanket around her body and touched the half orange, feeling a little thirsty.

Back in the room, Longchuan Che sat down in front of a small desk.

He didn't write anything random based on the material he had just collected.

He wrote down the titles of the books one by one on the paper with a 0.5mm mechanical pencil that he disliked.

"1Q84"

The Dancing Girl of Izu

The Phantom Thief Twenty Faces

"The Devotion of Suspect X"

Paradise Lost

The Temple of the Golden Pavilion

"love letter"

(End of this chapter)