Tokyo Self-Defense Forces

"Pfft——!"

"Pfft——!"

The sound of music lingered in the Shibuya-style shop with island characteristics, and the gentlemen in suits and ties chatted and laughed with the ladies who greeted them in a humorous and witty manner.

It was a very romantic afternoon.

Hoshino Makoto and his beautiful female colleague were playing poker passionately in the special box.

Not entirely correct.

Now that Hoshino Makoto has been promoted to section chief, perhaps she should be called a female subordinate now.

He lowered his eyes and saw Miyazawa Chiri, who was leaning her calves on Hoshino Makoto's shoulders. Her hands were clenched into fists nervously, and her rosy lips were trembling slightly.

He was breathing rapidly in small gulps, his body was covered with beads of sweat seeping from beneath his skin, and his pair of snow-white eyes were like a small boat rolling back and forth in the water.

Even the sound of her following Hoshino Makoto's cards changed from a dry "crackling" to a wet "puffing" because the cards were soaked with sweat.

He already looked like he couldn't stand it anymore.

But even so, she still had no intention of surrendering. Her beautiful misty eyes were full of fighting spirit, and she always seemed to not want to be inferior to Hoshino Makoto.

how to say?

'The female subordinate I covet is equally ambitious.'

The wind was howling in the evening.

Hoshino Shin mocked Miyazawa Chiri with a half-smile: "Senior, why are you looking at me like that? What do you want to do?"

His words made the beautiful woman in disheveled clothes jump and pause for a moment, falling into a brief thought.

Miyazawa Chiri didn't know how to say it.

Does this mean that she doesn't want to be inferior to Hoshino Makoto, and also wants to experience the feeling of being superior?

Not only would such words be embarrassing and hard to talk about, but they would also go against the persona she had always established in front of Hoshino Makoto.

Love your family.

Love your husband.

Love daughter.

Such a person will never choose to make embarrassing requests to his card friends just because he is having fun playing cards.

"I don't want to do anything. But you, if you want to do something, do it quickly and stop dilly-dallying. I don't have time to waste time with you."

Well, the good one does it quickly, the good one dilly-dallys.

"Okay, then Miyazawa-senpai, you better work hard."

Hoshino Makoto originally planned to give Miyazawa Chiri a chance to connect the past and the future, but Miyazawa Chiri couldn't grasp it herself, so it's not his fault.

The work of clearing the sewer for Vice Minister Miyazawa has started again in full swing.

When her original stamina value was 8, Miyazawa Chiri was already no match for Hoshino Makoto.

Now it has reached a higher level, with the physical strength value reaching an astonishing 9 points.

How can Miyazawa Chiri resist?

Soon.

Hoshino Shin not only widened the road again, but also dug it deeper.

By making the sewer more hydrated, I'm sure even if Vice Minister Miyazawa knew about this in the future, he would sincerely thank Hoshino Makoto.

Hoshino Makoto is such a kind person who is willing to work hard for others.

"Miyazawa-senpai, how are you? Are you happier now?"

Looking at Hoshino Makoto, who used to be able to insult her at will but now is high above her and controls everything about her, looking down at her and laughing at her, asking shameful questions.

Miyazawa Chiri replied stubbornly.

"No...no...Being with you is the most disgusting thing in the world."

I don’t know if Hoshino really took any medicine, why did he become so powerful again.

Much, much better than my husband.

Miyazawa Chiri had never experienced such a happy feeling before, nor had she ever felt so comfortable.

Maybe that's why.

Miyazawa Chiri inexplicably felt less disgust towards the person she once hated the most. Instead, she was expecting that after she said harsh words, the other party would increase the intensity of the punishment.

She seemed to have temporarily lost her mind, screaming madly deep in her heart.

'bring it on! ’

'bring it on! ’

'Let the storm come harder.'

And Hoshino Makoto lived up to her expectations. He took a deep breath and directly threw out the king bomb and four twos.

As time passed, Miyazawa Chiri's face turned redder, like a blooming rose, the color so bright that it looked like it was cut out of paper.

The mournful and low humming sounds were one after another, one note after another, like the sweet singing of a lark, and finally carried by the gurgling water through the mountains.

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Both people in the box were happy, and the only one suffering was probably Kenichi Iida who was waiting outside the box.

As a lustful man, he had imagined the gorgeous and proud woman Miyazawa Chiri many times.

But he didn't dare to try to use any tricks on Miyazawa Chiri.

Because Miyazawa Chiri is the wife of his biggest partner, and she is also a goddess with an extremely arrogant personality who looks down on him completely.

However, this person, who was regarded as a goddess by Kenichi Iida and could only be admired from afar but not touched, was now in the box behind him.

Fight with Hoshino Makoto to cross the river and let him hear a lot of noise.

But he didn't dare not stay here and continue waiting.

If Masataka Miyazawa suddenly arrived and he failed to remind him in time, causing Masataka Miyazawa to really fight with Hoshino Makoto, then Kenichi Iida would have no good days.

The hard times are finally over.

"Luckily, Mako kicked me so hard that I can't get up now. Otherwise, I might be in even more pain."

Kenichi Iida sighed silently, thinking that there must be people who are suffering more than him.

That is Miyazawa Masataka, the husband of Miyazawa Chiri.

'As a man who loves his wife dearly, if he knew that his beloved wife was doing this with Hoshino Makoto in the box, he would probably be devastated.'

"I am a pitiful person after all, so there must be something hateful about me, but you are just pitiful, Vice Minister Miyazawa."

"I don't know what sin you have committed to provoke the evil star Xingye Zhen."

There seems to be a theorem in this world.

When you think of someone, that person will appear in front of you.

Just as Kenichi Iida had this thought, Masataka Miyazawa finally arrived.

"President Iida, am I late?"

"No, but you may have to wait a little while before you can meet the people inside."

Kenichi Iida stood at the door. The noise from inside the house was still going on. For the sake of his own safety and interests, he would never let Masataka Miyazawa rush in.

And Miyazawa Masataka was not such an ignorant person. After noticing the noisy noise in the box, he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with a smile and said, "I understand."

Immediately, he stood at the door of the box and chatted with Kenichi Iida.

It’s not like he hasn’t waited for others before, but usually the people he waits for are very worthwhile.

This time, Iida Kenichi dared to ask him to wait, so he must be a person of a much higher level than him.

He is probably an old man in a high position of power.

Only old men need their female companions to keep calling them to find their own confidence.

Someone like Miyazawa Masataka doesn't need to rely on the acting skills of his female companions to demonstrate his strength.

Masataka Miyazawa, who has been married to his wife for many years, knows very well that women will never cry out in protest over such a trivial matter.

Only promiscuous prostitutes would scream and shout for a little bit of money.

"President Iida, could you please tell me who is in the box that requires you to treat him so carefully here?"

"You'll know soon." Iida Kenichi smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

However, his expression in Miyazawa Masataka's eyes made him even more cautious.

"I didn't even dare to say that I was here in person."

"He seems to be a very important person."

'Before you go in, you should be sensible and put all your mobile phones, watches and other products outside.'

046 Sir, please don't be anxious.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Masataka Miyazawa was still able to chat about current affairs with Kenichi Iida, discussing everything from business to national affairs, but he was already frowning inwardly, wondering why it took so long.

Could it be that the people in the box took drugs?

A normal person should be able to handle this kind of thing in one or two minutes. If it takes more than ten minutes, then that can only mean someone is taking drugs.

Actually, these are all good.

What really made Miyazawa Masataka feel a little strange was that the female voice that kept calling out always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It seems like I've heard it somewhere.

Half an hour passed.

There was a hint of worry between Miyazawa Masataka's brows, and the screams of the woman in the box became particularly hoarse, which made people feel distressed.

At the same time, he was worried that the man in the box had taken too much medicine. If he died in there, there would be nothing to talk about.

These old guys are really something, not only do they like taking drugs, but they also use them so crazily, and they are not afraid of completely ruining their bodies.

An hour passed.

Not only were Miyazawa Masataka's legs numb from standing, but he was also numb. The female voice, which had become hoarse as if she had a bad cold, proved all the time that it was still going on.

This has exceeded his understanding of human beings.

How could anyone be so strong and last so long? It's too fake.

Either the man inside is not a carbon-based creature.

Or using toys.

Well, it must be using toys to torture people.

These old guys are so perverted.

Another half hour passed.

Finally the clouds stopped and the rain stopped.

After briefly cleaning up the battlefield, Hoshino Shin pulled the quilt away and walked to Miyazawa Chiri who was almost fainting.

"Miyazawa-senpai, you should have a good rest from now on. I'm going to meet a friend. Don't show your face and body. If others see you, I'll be jealous."

At this moment, Miyazawa Chiri was no longer in the mood to think about whether Hoshino was really jealous or not.

I have no interest in paying attention to or talking to Hoshino Makoto.

She didn't even have the energy to think. She closed her eyes to show her attitude, and the fish on the chopping board was still to be dealt with by Hoshino Makoto.

"You've worked hard today."

Looking at Chiri Miyazawa whose mat was soaked with sweat and whose skin was moistened all over, she looked like she had just walked out of a bathtub.

There was also a pair of Naibai Xuezi that rose and fell with her heavy breathing, and the miserable state between her plump thighs, which looked like a whole bottle of yogurt poured out.