Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"Huh?" Chieko's mouth dropped open. "Never been in a relationship even once? Well, you'd better watch out, Hideaki-kun is really... really... really..."

"Um... I have to go now," Misako couldn't stand Chieko's bluntness any longer and hurriedly ran to the kitchen. "I'm going to help in the kitchen..."

Chieko blinked and couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Although it was a little awkward when Misako saw everything at first, she quickly got used to it after talking it out.

Then, while recounting her past experiences with Hideaki, she keenly noticed that Misako's eyes would glaze over whenever Riko's name was mentioned.

Is there even a need to think about it? There's absolutely no ulterior motive; after all, there's only one Hideaki.

Intimidate her, criticize her, test her, educate her, and serve Riko-chan wholeheartedly.

As someone who's been there, it's easy to spot single women, especially those who've never been in a relationship, by observing their behavior, way of speaking, mannerisms, and gait...

No matter how old she is, she's never been in a relationship, has little experience, and is too easy to deal with.

In the kitchen.

At the cutting board, Xiuming was slicing lotus root with a knife, while behind him, at the sink, Riko, wearing a white apron from the supermarket, was washing celery.

She was wearing a Chanel off-white dress, a youthful style, the soft skirt just covering half of her thighs, and it seemed quite elastic, swaying as she walked.

President Riko is so young, her legs are so beautiful…she looks so happy…I'm so conflicted, I'm overestimating myself…I'm so mean…

A series of thoughts popped into Misako's head. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Xiuming suddenly looked up and said, "Wife, what are you standing there for? Come and help."

"Husband?" Riko, who was washing vegetables, turned around with a blank look in her eyes, seemingly a little uncertain, and said softly, "I, I wasn't standing there, I was washing vegetables!"

“I’m talking about the one standing at the door.” Xiuming said without changing his expression.

Misako's throat was pounding. Although she really wanted to run out, she held back, pursed her lips, and carefully observed Riko's expression.

"I thought they were talking about me...you scared me..." Riko breathed a sigh of relief, her bright eyes turning to her, full of innocence. "Misako-neechan, my husband says you're a great cook. Can you teach me?"

“Uh…yes, okay…” Misako walked straight over.

She felt her mind reeling. How could Riko be so magnanimous...? I feel so sorry for her, I was still thinking of taking it... but I had no right to do so... I'm so sad...

Misako's nose stung with tears at the thought of this situation. She felt saddened by her own "despicable" actions, grieving for her own inadequacy, and overwhelmed with guilt towards Riko...

"Misako-neechan, why are you crying?" Riko suddenly froze, a look of panic flashing in her eyes. "Um... I'm sorry... I..."

"I'm fine, something just flew into my eye," Misako quickly wiped away her tears, a question swirling in her mind: Why is she apologizing to me? Even a slap would have made me feel better... But I really want to get married, to Hideaki...

Xiuming brought the kitchen knife closer and looked into her eyes.

Misako instinctively flinched.

Hideaki raised an eyebrow, then suddenly turned around and said, "Riko-chan, why don't you go watch TV?"

"Huh? Oh!"

Riko nodded, a blush rising to her cheeks. She put the celery into the basket, and before leaving, she covered her blushing face with her hands. Her bright eyes peeked out from between her fingers, and she winked playfully at Misako before running off quickly.

What did she mean by blinking? Could it be that she's actually quite shrewd and already saw through my ulterior motives?

The aggressive demeanor of Zhihuizi hadn't subsided when I subconsciously thought of this kind of thing: one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop?

Misako, who already suffered from depression, was immersed in extreme guilt and shame. She would always think of things in terms of what she cared about most, and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became.

I'm so upset... How did things turn out like this?

Chapter 140 I Found a Cook

Suddenly, Hideaki extended his index finger and placed the pad of his finger on Misako's fair chin.

Her chin was like the nape of a feline's neck; once touched, she would immediately become docile, seemingly losing all ability to resist.

"How did your chat with Chieko go?" Hideaki asked.

"It's...it's alright..."

Misako tensed up, her wildly pounding heart making her dizzy. She instinctively closed her eyes, obediently following the direction Hideaki's fingers were pointing, tilting her chin up, her lips slightly parted, her breath trembling.

"You two are best friends now, right?" Xiuming said, gently scratching her chin with her other three fingers.

"Ah~"

A current swept over her, and Misako's legs lost all strength.

She gasped and was about to slump down, her right hand waving in the air as if trying to grab something.

Xiuming grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently.

Misako buried her head in Hideaki's chest, pressing her forehead hard against his chest, then raised her left hand and punched Hideaki's shoulder, "You're so annoying..."

Misako couldn't bear the shame and could only relieve it by pounding his shoulders with her hands and banging her head against his chest.

"Riko is really good to you~"

As Xiuming spoke, he suddenly placed his hand on her lower back and gently slid it. The warmth from his palm, through a thin layer of fabric, was transmitted to her skin and then penetrated into her body, creating warm ripples.

Misako's heart pounded. She suppressed her shame and tried her best to relax the muscles in her lower back that had been tense due to nerve reflexes.

Chieko's words inexplicably popped into my mind: "His hands seem to have magic; just a gentle touch makes me feel incredibly happy..."

Misako closed her eyes slightly, wrapped her arms around Hideaki's waist, and couldn't help but gently rub her flushed cheeks against his chest.

I couldn't help but think of Riko's playful wink just now; that must have been what she meant, right? I'm so envious of Riko being able to do that every day... I want to take her away...

Xiuming's hand slid down her waistline... and down to her buttocks...

Misako instantly became alert. She already felt somewhat guilty towards Riko, and now she was in Riko's kitchen...

What are you going to do?! Are you going to push her to her limits?!

I really want to try it...

When a woman feels guilty to a certain extent, she will instinctively look for ways to alleviate her guilt.

If Riko gets angry and hits or yells at me, my guilt will lessen a bit...

Misako thought about it more and more and felt it was feasible. Suppressing her nervousness, she let Hideaki's hand slide down.

"Ah~ they'll... they'll be seen..."

Ultimately, it's something she dares to think but not to do... As a "mature" older sister, even though she's already on the wrong path, she can't just walk on so arrogantly.

Misako frantically pulled Hideaki's hand out from under her skirt, took two quick steps back, leaned against the wall, barely maintaining her standing posture, and gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands, pressing it down forcefully.

The shame she felt made her grit her teeth and say, "You, how could you lift up my skirt... Where is this place? You, you should consider Riko's feelings... If she sees this, she'll be so, so heartbroken... You, you're so selfish, so childish! So childish!"

"You're crazy. You said you'd let me see my legs, but now you won't."

It's cooking time now, who has time to mess around?

Xiuming complained irritably, then walked to the cutting board and continued slicing lotus root.

She herself was still suffering from depression, and she started worrying about Riko, who didn't seem to care at all.

However, Misako suddenly cried for no apparent reason, and considering her depression, we should give her some support and boost her confidence.

After all, anyone who sees such a virtuous and gentle Riko would feel ashamed.

Hideaki had enough confidence in Riko's character; she was worthy of making all the women in the world who wanted to steal her man feel ashamed.

"I...I didn't say you couldn't look..." Misako's face flushed red. "Were you looking? You were clearly touching me. I...I didn't say you could touch me..."

Presenting the facts and reasoning, Xiuming was simply wrong.

I was already dizzy, and if I hadn't reacted in time, who would have known where his hand would have touched next?

This is the kitchen!

If we react then, it will be too late. It's all Chieko's fault for explaining things in such detail.

"You're like a child." Xiuming finished slicing the lotus root and put it into the plastic basket.

When I touched her waist, she cooperated so well, looking like a cat enjoying herself. I knew I had to take it to the next step.

"You're calling me a child?" Misako was taken aback. "What's your basis for saying that? This is the kitchen, we can't just do whatever we want here! I have to consider Riko's feelings. You're the child, you're so immature."

Although girls like to be told they are young, in this situation, I didn't feel any joy, only a deep sense of contempt.

"You know perfectly well I'm a child, yet you still try to reason with me?" Xiuming grinned. "You're such a childish big sister. I want to see your legs!"

As Xiuming finished speaking, his smile vanished abruptly, and he slammed the cleaver onto the cutting board.

He frowned, his eyes fixed on Misako's calves.

“You…” Misako froze, instinctively tightening her skirt. “Do you always talk like this, with such sudden turns?”

“So I need to see your legs,” Xiuming said, picking up the lotus root slices from the plastic basket, placing them in the sink, turning on the tap, and continuing, “If you don’t show them to me, you’re breaking your promise.”

Misako, a reasonable person, labeled Hideaki as "childish" in the role of an "older sister." How wonderful, she bound herself with that label.

“I…I didn’t say you can’t see…at least not in the kitchen…” Misako glanced instinctively toward the kitchen door, afraid that Riko or Chieko might suddenly walk in. “If they see me, I, I’ll be so embarrassed.”

Although it was indeed embarrassing, it also proved that I was still somewhat attractive and that Hideaki hadn't rejected me... right?

“You really are a person who doesn’t keep their word. You could have just closed the door,” Xiuming said while tossing the vegetable basket around. “That reason is not convincing at all.”

"Ah, yeah...yeah..." Misako suppressed her embarrassment, closed the door, locked it, then gripped her skirt with both hands, lifted it above her knees, and said, "Is this alright?"

It's really embarrassing to take the initiative like this for the first time.

Misako stared at Hideaki's back of the head, mentally rubbing it to ease her embarrassment: "He's already touched it, why is he still looking? What's so interesting... How childish... such a childish guy..."

Hideaki didn't turn around, but glanced at the shiny stainless steel frame on the side of the oven and said, "Although I'm a child too, I'm not stupid. I'm looking at the whole leg, not half of it. Mrs. Takagi has even shown her thigh."

“The kitchen door is transparent…” Misako couldn’t help but bite her lip. Although it was a little exciting, she couldn’t resist the shame in her heart and subconsciously threw the awkwardness at Hideaki, “Don’t be so willful, it’s really childish.”

“You really know how to make excuses,” Hideaki said, pointing to the sink on his left. “Couldn’t you just stand here and roll up your skirt?”

From this vantage point, you can't even see the door. Although there's a window, it's high enough, and there's also a sink to block the view, so even if you slap yourself up to your stomach, people outside won't see it.

"What's so interesting about this..." Misako blushed, lowered her head and walked to Hideaki's right side. She looked around and found it quite secluded. She could see out the window with just a slight tilt of her head, giving her a little thrill of doing something naughty without anyone knowing. "Is this...is this okay? You, you look back. I, I'm very trustworthy."

Misako couldn't bear the shame any longer and closed her eyes tightly.

"You're dressed too conservatively." Xiuming turned his head, looking bored.

"Do you know how much shame I've endured!" Misako's hand trembled, her eyes snapped open, and filled with shame and anger, she slammed her skirt down. "You, you don't know what's good for you, I'll never let you see me again."