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

Chapter 82: Flowers Never Sleep (Part )
Nowadays, there will be no little dancers to greet customers at hot spring hotels in the countryside.

It was already evening when we arrived in Kitaizu.

A hazy light shone through the door of the small wooden house on the second floor, and the two big words "Bath House" on it made people feel warm inside.

The snow in the jungles on both sides fell down with a rustling sound. The taillights made the white snow turn a little red. Longchuan Che and the others got off the car, each carrying their luggage.

"See you again when you have a chance."

The old man nodded to the two people who came to Izu together, and carried his luggage into the hotel.

The word "Mr. Kaga" and "teacher" could be heard faintly from the other side.

Longchuan Che pinched his chin, knowing that he was not wrong.

The other party is the author of "Rokumeikan", which satirizes the fake dance party of the powerful class and reflects the issue of Japan's treaty revision.

"It's true that any random brick thrown can hit an author." Longchuan Che shook his head and followed the other party into the hotel.

At the entrance of a Japanese hot spring resort, the proprietress dressed in a simple kimono is waiting for every tourist who has made an appointment.

Longchuan Tetsu took another look.

She had her hair tied up in a bun and wore long sleeves.

It is a normal kimono for married women.

Not like Mrs. Takeda.

Longchuan Che turned his head and looked at the woman who was taking out the appointment form.

Takeda Takako was wearing a furisode with very large sleeves yesterday.

That's what unmarried women wear.

Ryukawa Toru labeled Takeda Takako as someone who was deliberately pretending to be young when the other party was reaching out left and right.

"Guest, it seems you only have one room."

The innkeeper seemed to be reminding me casually.

Ryuukawa Toru wore ordinary cotton clothes today.

She has a delicate appearance and a fair complexion.

He obviously looks younger.

These two people don't look like a couple, let alone mother and son.

The innkeeper was secretly surprised that the guests nowadays eat so well?

Men look at beautiful women, and women look at handsome men.

Although Takeda Takako looks like a vixen, the female owner of the hot spring obviously pays more attention to Ryukawa Toru.

"We, we live together."

Takako Takeda mumbled and murmured incoherently, and it took her a long time to finally put the appointment ticket in the other person's hand.

"Live together? Do we need two sets of quilts?"

The accommodation in the hot spring center is tatami, and you can sleep on it just by spreading out a quilt.

The proprietress asked according to the rules.

"One set will do."

Longchuan Che's words made the proprietress hiss inwardly.

"You know how to have fun, sister." The hotel owner, who was more serious than the lady, gave Takeda Takako a look like this.

Mrs. Takeda was extremely embarrassed, but she still walked into the room with Ryukawa Toru despite all the subtle gazes.

The space in the independent small room is not very big.

When you open the window, you can see the dark forest outside.

The night view was not very beautiful. It was impossible to see the color of the snow clearly, and even the vast trees could only be seen with subtle outlines through the unclear light.

Longchuan Che let out a thin breath into the darkness. Traveling is sometimes more tiring than staying at home.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?"

Longchuan Che suddenly spoke up and called out to his wife who was a little embarrassed.

The woman's coat was already on the hanger, and she was now only wearing a slightly brown sweater that fitted her body.

Her chest was round and full, and the downward curve allowed one to see her slender waist that could be pinched with one or two hands.

Her figure is like a willow, and her bust is so round and straight under the sky blue jeans.

Longchuan Che rubbed his fingertips and watched the woman stand up reluctantly.

"No, can I not wash it?"

Longchuan Che was amused by this silly woman.

"Do you think that if you don't take a shower I will think you are dirty and won't touch you?"

Takeda Takako looked embarrassed, that's what she thought.

"Hurry up, you're tired after a day, don't dawdle." Long Chuan Che slapped the woman on the butt.

The woman's butt was round and perky, and when he slapped it with one hand, the heart-shaped buttocks shook.

A strange feeling of tingling and numbness rose from there. Takeda Takako gritted her teeth, took a towel and hot water and went behind the concierge.

The hot spring should be full at this time. Mrs. Takeda doesn't like to show off in front of others.

Her well-developed figure often attracted other people's attention, even though the hot spring was full of women.

The paper screen door of the dressing room cut out the silhouette of the woman, and Longchuan Che saw her taking off her clothes bit by bit.

Gather it in front of you and protect the hem.

Take a towel and hot water and wipe your body little by little.

It was a bit like watching a shadow play in the snow. Even though the shadow was black, Ryukawa Toru could imagine the pinkness of the other person's skin.

This is a woman who is like water.

Last time, Longchuan Che just bit the other person lightly, but left marks on the other person's body that lasted for several days.

What about tonight? What should we do tonight?
Longchuan Che watched the woman hook the cloth around her waist and gently wipe her body, his eyes were dazed for a while.

When I came out of the dressing room, Longchuan Che was already lying in the quilt.

He pulled the quilt to the corner and leaned against the bamboo mat wall.

He was holding a book and a pen in his hand, writing something down.

"What are you writing?"

Pulling aside a corner of the quilt, Takeda Takako gently sat down.

The hot spring hotel provided clean yukatas for changing, and both of them were wearing light blue yukatas and kimonos at the time.

"Has it been washed?"

Longchuan Che raised his eyelids.

The woman had washed her body and now smelled moist.

Her beautiful black hair fell on her shoulders and she had a faint floral scent.

Her perfume has changed again.

Longchuan Che was a little curious about where the other party bought so many different scents.

A different rose field from last time.

At this moment, a faint sweet perfume lingers around the tip of the nose.

"Um"

Takeda Takako responded softly, and what was about to happen made her blush a little.

Long Chuan Che bullied her as much as he wanted at home, but now that she was in a place where no one cared about her, she still…

"Be gentle." Takeda Takako said this with some trembling, and Ryukawa Toru looked at her strangely.

Her cheeks are slightly red, and her beauty is revealed in her tenderness.

A woman as ripe as a peach made Longchuan Che sigh softly.

"I'm tired"

Longchuan Che shook his head. They shared the same quilt, and the woman's smooth calves rubbed against his skin weakly.

It felt like there was a hot water bottle tied to his chest. Long Chuan Che was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to put down the things in his hand for the time being.

"He's tired? He actually said he was tired!"

Takeda Takako's eyes widened.

She had worked so hard to prepare herself mentally along the way, but the other party actually said he was tired.

"What are you writing? A novel?"

Mrs. Takeda gritted her teeth and moved closer to Ryukawa Toru.

"Short prose."

It's unclear whether this woman did it on purpose or accidentally.

Is it a vacuum inside?

"It's 4:30 in the morning and the Begonias are still awake?"

Mrs. Takeda looked at the short article in front of her and was glad that it was not the one she read last night.

I always felt that the novel called "The Golden Pavilion" wrote about the evil of human nature. Mrs. Takeda dared not look at it a second time after reading it once.

But the prose in front of me…

Takeda Takako put her arm around the other person and took a closer look.

Listening to the boy's breathing gradually becoming heavier, Takeda Takako curled the corners of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)