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

Chapter 97: Damn it, the maid devoured her master
Short selling, leverage, debt transfer.

Many ways of eating it suddenly appeared in Longchuan Che's mind.

The Japanese financial crisis is both a disaster and an opportunity.

The Kujo family took advantage of the disaster to rise to a higher level, but it was a pity for the corpses of their own kind.

"We'll try this side dish tomorrow."

A woman's voice came from the side. She packed up some of the uneaten side dishes and returned some.

When she came back, she saw Longchuan Che staring at her intently.

"what happened?"

Takako Takeda touched her smooth face.

“I think humans have limits, but there is no such thing as stupidity.”

After saying this, Longchuan Tetsu drank the sake in the cup and went out.

Takako Takeda frowned, said goodbye to Taro Ono and followed him.

When she opened the curtain door, a cold wind blew past. Takeda Takako found that Ryukawa Toru was waiting for her in front. She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and then walked forward quickly in her high-heeled clogs.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

The woman in the kimono looked like a woman from the Showa era, with her hair in a thick bun and gold leaves on her body.

The side dish in her hand was probably a gift for her lover, and the moonlight froze the woman's red face.

The other party seemed a little happy, and Longchuan Che was puzzled.

He took the side dish from the other person's hand and the two chatted as they walked.

"Longchuan Tetsu, can you return the fan to me?"

The moment the woman opened her mouth, Longchuan Che's mouth twitched, and he continued to look at her as if she were an idiot.

"reason?"

The fan was left here with a deposit of 8 million yuan from the other party. There was no way that Long Chuan Che would return it to the woman unless she paid the money.

"Xiao Qian is going to school. If I don't sell the fan, how can I get the money to pay her?"

There was some resentment on the woman's lips. The fan was her treasured trump card, but she didn't expect that the evil-minded Longchuan Che found it by trickery.

"The Wind, Forest, Fire and Mountain, the Tiger of Kai, and the Sun and Moon Fan are the relics of your great ancestor. Are you just going to sell them for money?"

Longchuan Tetsu pulled out the two or three inch long black gold fan from his sleeve and waved it. This precious artifact had been used to command wars, cover women's faces, and was even used by Longchuan Tetsu to spank Mrs. Takeda.

"What should I do? I can't make money, and I can't write books like you."

Takako Takeda looked at Toru Ryukawa pitifully.

"Give it to me, and I'll pay you back with the money I get from selling it, okay?"

The woman seems particularly bright tonight.

Soft eyes and delicate skin.

Longchuan Che smelled a faint scent of powder from her, and the woman's face seemed to sparkle under the darkness and snow.

Ryukawa Toru was reminded of Junichiro Tanizaki's description of traditional Japanese women in Love and Eroticism.
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Women always hide in the depths of the night, not showing their presence during the day, but appearing like phantoms in the world of "dreams without ideas". They are as pale as moonlight, as subtle as insect sounds, and as fragile as dew on grass leaves.
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In short, they are a group of tragic and beautiful monsters born from the dark natural world, with both hateful and lovely qualities.

Long Chuan Che subconsciously touched the snow that fell on the other person's eyes. The snow was as cold as a woman's tears.

"No."

Longchuan Che refused directly, using the same reason as last time.

"What if you run away?"

Longchuan Tetsu shrugged and took a sip of the sake in his hand.

The young man reeked of alcohol and was cold. Takeda Takako sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I'll tell you a secret. You can make a lot of money with it. Maybe you won't have to write books anymore."

The snow gradually got heavier, and Takeda Takako and Ryukawa Toru sat down in a foot bath pavilion on the side of the road.

There is a bubbling hot spring in the pavilion, and hot spring eggs are placed in wooden barrels with "self-service" written on them.

The black hot spring egg was labeled 100 yen each. Seeing Ryukawa Toru drinking, Takeda Takako threw in two coins and opened the packaged side dish.

Side dishes include stingray fins, pickled cucumbers, and shrimps with mayonnaise.

The woman held the thick shrimp meat close to Longchuan Che's mouth, her expression still pitiful. Usually, she thought it was funny that the other person was bullied, but today, she felt uncomfortable for some reason.

The words Kujo family and Takeda family swirled in his mind, and Ryukawa Toru took a bite of the shrimp.

The shrimps are chewy, sweet and served with tomato sauce.

After eating, Longchuan Che glanced at the other person.

"What secret?"

Is this negotiable?

The woman seemed to be unaware that the secret could not be exchanged once it was revealed. She leaned close to Longchuan Che's ear, making the person feel itchy inside.

"Last time, it was the old man in the temple, he was your..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Longchuan Che suddenly turned his head.

The corners of the boy's mouth were warm, and he didn't seem as cold and scary as he usually looked.

It was not until the other person turned his head back to eat that the woman touched her almost stopped heart and asked herself.

Was I kissed just now?

The woman felt a little bit unbelievable.

There was a lot of ambiguity between the two of them, and she would bite the corner of the boy's lips when she was emotional.

But the other party would always subconsciously avoid her and touch her wet body with an ambiguous smile.

"Madam, serving and being served are two different things. I can't let anyone take advantage of me again."

How can a woman take advantage of a man?

Takako Takeda touched the corner of her mouth and blushed for some reason.

Longchuan Che seemed not to want to know the secret that his wife was talking about, but he might have known it for a long time.

The name on the flute, the old man whom I had met three times, and the withered flower in front of the tombstone were the most impressive.

Longchuan Tetsu always knew that he was not an orphan, but...

“No one will come to me.”

Long Chuan Che looked at the woman who raised him with complicated eyes. The two of them sat there until the snow stopped falling before they found a hotel to stay in.

Something seems to be happening tonight.

Mrs. Takeda's heart was beating as fast as it did the day she first arrived in Izu.

After taking a bath and applying body lotion, Mrs. Takeda hid naked under the quilt.

At this point, I am no longer shy about being honest with myself.

The woman's body was warm, and the scent of ylang-ylang was everywhere in her tightly tucked-in clothes.

The scent of ylang-ylang has a slight aphrodisiac effect. The woman looked miserable, and she kept saying in her heart, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's all because the little bastard agreed to return the fan to me."

That vague kiss seemed like a signal.

Mrs. Takeda thought to herself that there is no man who only eats meat without drinking soup, and her heart tightened.

What is important is the intimate relationship of three days and three nights, and what is important is the familiar shape after being blindfolded.

The sound of bathing in the bathroom gradually became louder, and the woman bit her lip.

Longchuan Che didn't know how to kiss or tease, and the woman's fingers skillfully adjusted herself to a warm state.

My heart was pounding.

When she was feeling a little dizzy, the boy came out of the bathroom.

The moisture at the ends of the hair seems to bring a hint of coolness to the hot air.

When Mrs. Takeda was thinking, "Akane, mom does all this for you."

Longchuan Che looked at the quilt and took out another quilt.

"I'll sleep here tonight."

Mrs. Takeda narrowed her eyes at the sight of the boy falling asleep immediately.

(End of this chapter)