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

Chapter 38 Painting Plum Blossoms
The words "skin as white as cream and skin as white as snow" can actually be used to describe a woman.

Longchuan Che held the off-white sweater and looked at his wife who was protecting herself with her hands.

There is a pool of spring water on the delicate collarbone, and the snow-white skin turns pink when it is slightly excited.

Although she was said to have taken off her clothes, in fact, there was still something hanging from the two black shoulder straps.

The wife gritted her teeth and resisted a little, but she seemed to be able to accept that Longchuan Che did not move on to the next step.

"Xiao Qian, don't stand at the door now that you're awake. Go downstairs and get ready so we can go out later."

Takako Takeda looked a little flustered, but her tone was neither hurried nor slow.

While dealing with her daughter, she held Longchuan Che's hand tightly to prevent him from taking the next step.

"That's enough. Anything further would be too much."

The wife made her bottom line clear through her actions.

Taking off her coat and wide-leg pants and soaking in the same bathtub with Longchuan Tetsu was the most she could accept right now.

Ryukawa Toru didn't say anything. He just listened to Mrs. Takeda chatting with her daughter. He reached out and took his clothes.

The boy stood up and sat down again, inevitably touching Mrs. Takeda in the process.

Ryukawa Toru discovered that no matter where he touched or came in contact with, Mrs. Takeda's body would quickly become pink.

Seeing the woman's body trembling slightly, Long Chuan Che raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting."

He took out a brush from his wide pocket.

Takeda Akane seemed particularly interested in whether Ryukawa Toru had signed the contract.

She was asking all sorts of questions at the door, not knowing that the pen Longchuan Che used to write had fallen on her mother.

"I'll be quick, please bear with me, ma'am."

Ryukawa Toru suppressed a laugh in his throat. Mrs. Takeda felt a little chill on her skin as the other party pulled her wrist.

In a hot bath, the skin is particularly sensitive to the touch of cold.

Mrs. Takeda shuddered and said in a low voice:
"What are you doing? Ryukawa Tetsu."

Her voice was a little flustered, but she didn't avoid it. Feeling the soft hair scratching her skin bit by bit, Mrs. Takeda couldn't help but let out a light hum.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Through a layer of door leaves, you can see a little white mist dissipating from the gap at the bottom.

This is the place where Takeda Takako takes a bath. Takeda Akane just followed here after seeing her mother's flustered back.

There were some strange noises coming from inside from time to time, and Takeda Akane once again put her hand on the door handle.

"No, it's okay."

Takeda Takako's somewhat steady voice was heard again from inside.

The girl tried the door handle up and down, but it was locked.

"Mother, you just said that Ryukawa Tetsu has signed a contract with Shinchosha, right?"

"Well, it looks like the file is still on the table downstairs."

"Tsk, he's actually so lucky." The girl pouted at the door, then said excitedly:
"One million may not be much, but it's enough for a few family trips. How about we go to Izu next time, mother?"

The girl didn't know that Ryukawa Toru's royalties had increased, but Takeda Akane had already treated the royalties that Ryukawa Toru hadn't received as her own.

“This, this.”

The voice in the bathroom was a little hesitant. Takeda Akane thought her mother was a little bothered, so she said in a persuasive way:

"That guy has lived in our house since he was a child. Isn't it normal for him to earn money to use for family expenses?"

Ryukawa Toru smeared black ink on his wife's snow-white body. Hearing the sound outside the door, he chuckled and looked at Mrs. Takeda.

The daughter was outside the door coveting her royalties, while the wife was inside bearing the consequences of the other party's ill intentions.

What a touching mother-daughter relationship!
"Put your hands up, ma'am."

At some point, Takeda Takako sat on the edge of the bathtub.

The water dew rolled down her charming body little by little. She used one hand to protect the groove in front of her body, half raised the other hand, turned her head away and dared not look at the other person.

"What are you doing.."

Mrs. Takeda was unable to maintain the same decency when speaking to Toru Ryukawa as she did when talking to her daughter.

Her voice trembled slightly. From the moment Longchuan Che put his brush on her body, she felt a little strange.

The white brush seemed to be some kind of extension of the other person's body.

Every time the other person stroked her, Mrs. Takeda felt like she was being caressed and licked.

It kissed her collarbone and nibbled her skin. It stayed in front of her body and on her lower abdomen the most. Whenever it tried to probe further into the area she was protecting, Mrs. Takeda, who was still conscious, would stop it.

"Can't you see for yourself?"

At this time, Ryukawa Toru was half-squatting in the bathtub. He held the rabbit-hair brush with five fingers and dipped it in the ink beside him from time to time. Mrs. Takeda didn't know why he took these things to the bath, but she obviously didn't dare to look at him now.

"If you dare to write something nonsense on my body, you will be dead."

Mrs. Takeda gritted her teeth. Although she had never been exposed to it, she had heard some about it.

Many men like to leave some strange words on women.

Draw the correct characters, or something exclusive to someone.

Longchuan Che would definitely humiliate her severely if he got the chance.

"My wife knows a lot now."

A man's humming and laughing could be heard from the lower abdomen, and the sound of water dripping could be heard from time to time in the bathroom.

That was the sound of black ink falling into the pool and dissipating. Mrs. Takeda decided to soak in the water directly and not pay attention to those messy and annoying things.

Outside the house, Takeda Akane chatted for a while and left. Takeda Takako, who had always been treated as a human blank paper by the other party, gradually felt her thoughts a little scattered.

The body that had been soaked in warmth was gradually filled with the cool touch, while Mrs. Takeda was wondering why the other party took so long.

The shadows of two people were reflected on the water surface after the bubbles burst.

Mrs. Takeda was stunned.

The interaction between black and white creates a strong visual difference.

No insulting words were left on her snow-white body.

She has a nice figure and looks plump, and it feels like a piece of warm jade in the hand.

At this time, the black branches on the warm jade extended upward.

The branches have a vigorous feel, which seems to be in two different styles compared to the woman's soft body.

"what is this?"

There was no mess on her body, and Mrs. Takeda lowered her head.

The feeling that Ryukawa Tetsu was drawing on his own body was more acceptable than writing the word "positive".

“Drawing.”

Ryukawa Toru filled in the area above Mrs. Takeda's ribs.

The little cloth left on the woman's body was actually only a thin layer.

The lace material, which seems like gauze, can't cover anything at all.

Ryukawa Toru glanced through Mrs. Takeda's fingers.

"It's really strange."

Ryukawa Toru muttered to himself, and Mrs. Takeda, who didn't know whether she blocked it or not, rolled her eyes.

"I know you're drawing, but what are you drawing?"

The black on the body has no aesthetic appeal except for the strong impact on the snow-white skin.

Mrs. Takeda, whose daughter was already gone, suddenly felt like mocking the other person.

"Will it be firewood that is to be cut or branches that are to die?"

Mrs. Takeda crossed her legs and looked a little ostentatious.

Now that my daughter has left, I can run away at any time.

She was not afraid at all of what Longchuan Che would continue to do to her.

"plum bossom."

"Where did the plum blossoms come from? You can't even paint. Hiss!"

Before Mrs. Takeda finished laughing, she saw the other man tilt his head and take a bite on her lower abdomen.

The lips bring a warm touch different from ink.

Mrs. Takeda, who just felt safe, had her pupils shrink slightly.

She could hear the snowflakes melting little by little and the unknown flowers blooming little by little.

In the distance, snowbirds circled around Mount Fuji, and Mrs. Takeda could hear her breathing becoming heavier.

(End of this chapter)