Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Even in this relaxing sauna, her unique temperament could not be concealed, as if her body contained a powerful force that could explode at any time.

She felt a little hot, so she untied the white bath towel on her body, spread it flat on the wooden chair, and lay down on it, feeling it quietly.

Her smooth skin pressed against the warm wooden board without reservation. Starting from her back, the graceful line of her spine was slightly concave, like a hidden valley, and her shoulder blades on both sides were slightly raised like butterfly wings, delicate and full of three-dimensionality.

The dimples on her waist appeared faintly in the light, like a mysterious whirlpool, adding a touch of charm.

The round and firm buttocks present a more attractive shape when she lies down, like a plump peach, full of youth and vitality. The slender legs are slightly apart, and the muscles still maintain tight lines when relaxed. The curvature of the calves is beautiful and natural, and the ankles are slender and delicate, as if they are carefully carved works of art.

The hot air in the sauna continued to swirl, forming a hazy halo around her body. She squinted her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly antennae. It seemed that in this moment of tranquility, she entered a state of selflessness.

"fiancée?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Looking at the red-haired girl in front of me who is taking a sauna, covered in sweat and squinting her eyes with a look of enjoyment.

Fisk couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Pale pink ripples continued to emanate from her body.

The air in the sauna room gradually began to become hotter.

The steaming hot air made people feel a little dizzy for a moment.

The metal lock on the door melted quickly.

The door of the sauna room was completely locked.

Fisk walked up to the red-haired girl.

This red-haired girl is the fiancée of the golden-haired man Caesar.

what do you say that is?

I don't seem to remember.

As the distance got closer, Fisk could clearly smell the red-haired girl's sweat and shower gel. It was an alluring scent of roses, with a fiery female hormone, a scent that could drive a man crazy. Fisk's nostrils twitched slightly, and the scent penetrated his nasal cavity, as if spreading in his sensory world.

He unconsciously lightened his steps, like a cheetah stalking quietly, taking every step carefully, fearing that the slightest sound would alarm the unaware prey in front of him. The fragrance became stronger in the hot sauna environment, like an invisible tentacle, gently plucked Fisk's heartstrings. His eyes penetrated the steaming heat and locked onto the graceful figure of the red-haired girl. The figure was looming in the haze, adding a bit of mysterious temptation.

(I won’t write anymore, go read the sequel!)

Chapter 211: Japanese women in the sauna. End

White steam wafts through the sauna.

"Jingle Bell!"

The bell rang.

The cell phone was hanging on the wall on one side among the clothes.

Fisk walked over and took the phone off the wall.

Walked back.

It says Ricardo M. Lu.

Well!

After the connection.

A somewhat dull voice came from the other side.

"Hello, Nono?"

One of those people.

That somewhat dull young man.

The red-haired girl on the recliner was a little dazed and had not yet fully recovered from the afterglow.

"Well!"

It felt like I had just woken up.

Fisk put the phone to her ear and slowly moved his hand down.

"Well!"

Nuo Nuo immediately became much more sober.

She immediately understood something and reached out to grab the phone.

But a feeling like an electric shock began to flow through her body.

The strength that had just been accumulated dissipated once again.

Especially when Fisk's palm touched her.

She couldn't help but scream out loud.

"Nono, what's wrong with you?"

It was as if they had discovered something over there.

"Well... I'm fine, I... am massaging... ah!" Nuo Nuo couldn't help but screamed again.

"massage?"

There was still some doubt in the tone on the other end.

"Nono, are you really okay?"

"You country bumpkin, where is this? This is Japan, massage is very normal, everyone is professionally trained."

At this time, another voice coming from the phone actually began to speak for Fisk, which made Fisk extremely moved.

They were torturing their friends, yet they were still speaking up for Fisk.

How could Fisk not be moved by this?

These guys are so nice.

“Is there... anything?

If... everything is ok... then..."

Nuo Nuo's voice was already trembling, and she could hardly hold back any more.

"Oh, there's just one thing I want to tell you..."

"Caesar, why don't you say it?"

"Hey, honey, just put on your shirt..."

"Well, be gentle..."

Nono couldn't control himself and said to Fisk uncomfortably.

She didn't know what was wrong with her here.

I should obviously ask for help right now, but I really like this feeling.

"Nuo Nuo? Stai bene? (Nuo Nuo? Are you okay?)"

Nuo Nuo's voice made him feel a little confused.

So I asked in Italian.

This was the code word they had agreed upon before.

“Sto bene! The massage was too strong, I couldn’t stand it!”

"Ahaha, è vero o no? (Haha, is this true?)"

"I feel so sensible... I feel so... so... ah... I am so sensitive... (Maybe... maybe I am a bit sensitive... Um... um... the massage here... ah... it feels a bit weird...)"

At this time, Nuo Nuo didn't react at all.

Fisk became more and more courageous.

Nono was trying hard to hold back his laughter and was chatting with Caesar in Italian.

But soon, the sensitive Nuo Nuo couldn't help but moan: "Well...ah...well..."

Caesar frowned and glanced at the people around him.

After making sure they didn't hear it.

He walked aside and continued chatting with Nuo Nuo.

"Is it really that comfortable? (Baby, is it really that comfortable?)

I want to give it a try)"

"Eh... mmm... that's a very different experience... I'm having a very comfortable spa treatment... I'm so happy... Mmm... eh! Ah... (Well... well... this... this is really different... I... this is the first time I've come across a spa treatment like this... but... this... this is quite comfortable... well... well... ah..." Nuonuo's voice gradually became tortuous. She bit her lips tightly with tears in her eyes, holding the chair with one hand and covering her mouth with the other to prevent herself from making any sound.

Caesar turned and walked out of the restaurant.

"Nuo Nuo, stai bene? (Nuo Nuo, are you okay?)" The same question, but this time, Caesar's tone was full of doubt.

Nuo Nuo didn't answer, but her dull voice sounded very uncomfortable and depressed.

"Sto bene, è solo che il massaggio...è molto piacevole! (I'm fine, it's just a massage... very comfortable!)" Nono suppressed the urge to yell and answered the question in Italian uncomfortably.

(Nuo Nuo... Why does your voice sound so strange?)" Caesar's pace became faster and faster, and he rushed towards the direction of the hot spring.

“No… um…it’s okay…uh…I…I’m fine…I’m fine…just a little…a little uncomfortable…ha…ah…um…but…but it’s…pretty good…you…you don’t have to…you don’t have to worry about me…just continue.” Every word that Nuo Nuo said at this moment seemed extremely difficult. If he spoke in a hurry, he could not suppress his voice.

Listening to the two people talking, even though he didn't quite understand Italian, Fisk was excited.

Nuonuo immediately turned around.

His eyes were full of pleading.

However, Nono's pleading did not bring about any restraint from Fisk.

"I'm fine...what's wrong? I'm just getting a massage! Stop speaking Italian, I'm not in any danger." Nono pretended to be angry and panted while scolding Caesar.

"Hah!"

Before Caesar could continue asking questions, Nono suddenly let out a sharp cry.

Nuonuo quickly covered her phone.