Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Before she left, she did not forget to say something to Yincheng.

"Don't worry, I'm responsible for the plumbing of the entire apartment."

"I'm the only male tenant here."

Ginjo smiled softly at her.

After seeing off the two sisters, Ginjo Sousuke finally couldn't hold back his excitement and grabbed his wife's...

Chapter 191: Madam's Mandarin Orange Wine

"Zong...Zongsuke-kun..."

Ginjo Sosuke's big hands kept moving around.

It seemed that Matsumoto Tomoko's body was no longer under her control, but was completely under Ginjo's control.

The heavy breathing mixed with the scent of youth blew into her ears from time to time, and the tingling feeling quickly spread from her earlobe to her whole body.

"You just said you would help me celebrate, right, Sister Tomoko?"

Ginjō smiled like a hunter who had caught his prey.

"Of course...How would you like to celebrate, Sosuke-kun?"

With her back against the wall, the wife felt the strong arms and nimble fingers as she fell into his alluring trap.

"Is there any need to ask, Sister Tomoko?"

Ginjo pulled out a hand and gently lifted her chin so that her eyes were level with his.

Matsumoto Tomoko stared into his eyes, and a red heat began to emerge from the dark depths.

The next second, she seemed unable to control herself and raised her smooth lips.

There was a hint of alcohol in the wife's mouth. The two of them didn't know how long they had been lingering together before they finally separated and took deep breaths of fresh air.

The lady's eyes met his and her slender neck trembled involuntarily.

Returning to the living room from the entrance, Matsumoto Tomoko gave Ginjō a gentle push and he sat down on the sofa.

The charming weight completely enveloped him, and Ginjo breathed in deeply, greedily absorbing every second of the sweetness.

"Wait a moment, Sosuke-kun."

Matsumoto Tomoko seemed to have thought of something.

"What's wrong, Sister Tomoko?"

Yin Cheng was enjoying the soft and glutinous cake, and was a little confused for a moment.

"I'll go get something to cheer you up."

The wife gently placed her finger on his lips and smiled coquettishly.

It seems that today’s wives are no longer satisfied with simple and direct in-depth communication, and they always want to add some different interest every time.

There was the sound of fast footsteps, and Matsumoto Tomoko walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and quickly took out a cup with half a cup of transparent liquid still shaking in it.

"Hold out your hand, Sousuke-kun."

The wife came back to him and patted the white coffee table in front of the sofa.

After Ginjo put his hand on it, the lady leaned down and knelt beside him.

“It might be a little cold.”

As Matsumoto Tomoko spoke, she picked up the cup. The rich citrus aroma intertwined with her mature breath, giving people an indescribable and irresistible intoxicating charm.

This taste should be the leftover mandarin orange bar.

Yin Cheng thought to himself.

The lady moved her knees a little further forward, placed the glass of mikan wine in front of Ginjo's left hand, and dropped a drop on his outstretched index finger.

A slight cold feeling spread across Ginjo's skin.

not only that--

Hmm...Chup...Huh...

The beauty in front of Ginjo Sousuke began to lick the mikan wine on his index finger without hesitation.

She carefully savored the taste of Ginjo's index finger, and at the same time, as if she wanted him to see it, she stretched out her tongue and put it on his finger.

"My tongue is not inferior to anyone else's."

The lady turned her head slightly, and her face was as red as a peach blossom.

It seems that Chie Hoshino's behavior just now stimulated his wife's competitive spirit.

The mature wives obviously knew more about Ginjō's preferences than the young girls.

Ginjo Sousuke narrowed his eyes slightly, immersed in the enjoyment.

Although he didn't drink any alcohol, he seemed to be in a state of tipsiness.

Matsumoto Tomoko continued to lick the wine off her fingers, and a fiery restlessness began to gradually accumulate in Ginjo's heart.

"Sousuke-kun can't drink yet, so I'll drink it all for you."

The lady tilted the cup, and a stream of cold liquid splashed onto Ginjo's fingers again.

"Sister Tomoko..."

Ginjo Sosuke was about to stand up, but his wife held him down with her hand.

"It's not enough. It seems I need to give you a little more."

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Matsumoto Tomoko looked particularly proactive and strong today.

The charming peach blossom eyes began to become a little blurry, and the smile on her face seemed more seductive than before.

The wife lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to suck the mikan wine that was scattered on Ginjo's hand.

Ginjo's fingers became moist, and to his surprise, his senses seemed to gradually become sharper.

While thinking about how he would repay his wife who had worked so hard to celebrate for him, Yincheng engraved the scene before him firmly in his mind.

There was a sound of water coming from Tomoko Matsumoto's mouth, and she bit her fingertips and then let go.

After a while, as if he was not satisfied again, he dripped a few drops of mikan wine on his fingertips again, and then bit it greedily again.

Gradually, not only the fingertips, but also the backs of the hands and arms were wet by the mikan wine and other liquids, but the wife didn't seem to care.

Even though her nightgown began to get wet, she was still extremely obsessed with the index finger in front of her.

Tomoko Matsumoto's cheeks flushed a pink color that matched her fair skin, and her lips turned a bright and seductive red because of the wine and saliva.

Ginjo's left hand was still slightly wet from the mikan wine and his wife's saliva, and he lowered his head to glance at his wife.

The shiny black braids cast a silhouette on her face, revealing a somewhat seductive expression.

Matsumoto Tomoko patted her waist lightly as if she was deliberately showing off, and then she grabbed Ginjo's hand and placed it on it.

Yincheng placed his hand on his wife's slender waist. The silky smooth skin made him involuntarily burn with hot emotions.

He put his wife's hands behind his neck and stood up suddenly.

The lady hugged Yincheng like this.

Ginjo Sosuke kicked away the coffee table that was blocking his way and strode into the house.

......

As the night deepened, it became uncomfortably hot outside, with the air filled with a damp and sticky smell.

The sky was a gloomy gray, and the clouds were thick and low, as if they would fall down at any time.

A layer of tiny water droplets condensed on the leaves in the yard, and the heat rising from the ground seemed to be sending a signal before a rainstorm.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the branches began to sway wildly, and the leaves were rustling.

It rained heavily.

A bird flew past the window quickly. It was flying in a hurry, as if looking for a safe habitat.

The rain was getting heavier, and hitting the windows made crisp sounds.

......

"Huh...huh..."

Tomoko Matsumoto was breathing heavily. The high-intensity exercise made her heart pound, and her chest heaved violently with her rapid breathing.

The alcohol she had consumed seemed to evaporate a lot with her sweat, and her mind, which had been a little dazed just now, was now much clearer.

"Sou...Sousuke-kun...did I scare you just now..."

The wife recalled her previous actions and bit her lower lip, looking a little shy.

As a landlord who acts like a parent, she doesn't think it's a big deal when she sees Ginjo and Chie Hoshino playing around together.

But from a woman's perspective, she doesn't know why she always feels a sense of inexplicable jealousy today.

Add to that the joy of celebrating Silver City and the alcoholic stimulation that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Tomoko Matsumoto felt that her behavior just now seemed a little too wild and totally unlike her usual self.

"I think Sosuke-kun wouldn't mind, right?"

She thought to herself.

"What are you talking about, Sister Tomoko? I'm so happy."

Ginjo Sousuke came closer with a smile, then grabbed his wife's hands and pinned them above her head.

"Sosuke..."

Before Matsumoto Tomoko could finish her words, they were firmly sealed by Ginjo's lips.

"Uh...uh..."

The wife's wrists were locked tightly and her mouth was blocked tightly.

Perhaps influenced by his tipsy wife, Yincheng's actions today were much rougher.