Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

In the rearview mirror, Umezu Midori lowered her head slightly, as if swallowing, her face growing redder and redder. Her black eyes, which had been fixed on Hideaki, darted out of the car before snapping back to Hideaki.

"Doesn't your eye hurt? Blink! We're getting off the bus."

Xiuming parked the Jeep in the parking space in front of the store, turned off the engine, removed the key, and jumped out of the car.

Midori Umezu remained seated in the car, neither moving nor speaking.

"Do you have some kind of rabies?"

Xiuming flung open the car door, saying irritably, "I didn't bring any money, you have to buy it—"

Umezu Midori had somehow gotten a black wallet in her hand, as if she was just waiting for Hideaki to snatch it away.

Her profile was still flushed, perhaps because constantly using an upward angle was tiring for her eyes. She adopted intermittent sideways glances, giving the impression that she was preoccupied.

High-end hunter?

Four words inexplicably popped into Xiuming's mind... He instinctively became wary, then laughed at his own wariness. Modern society isn't a dog-eat-dog animal world...

As a married man, she knew about his dozen or so mistresses.

It's just dating, and she actually agreed to it.

Putting morality aside, I have the upper hand legally, and if we're incompatible afterwards, I can dump her as easily as throwing away clothes.

"Just wait in the car!"

Xiuming grabbed the wallet and raised his hand as if to hit her on the head. She quickly lowered her head, turning the back of her head towards Xiuming. Xiuming changed his gesture and pinched the back of her neck. She trembled and made a nasal sound like "humming".

Xiuming slammed the car door shut, "You scared me to death."

Hideaki didn't eat at the shop either. He took a bowl of soba noodles and a bowl of udon noodles, got into the car, and sat in the back seat next to Midori Umezu.

It wasn't to cater to Midori Umezu's feelings.

Midori Umezu's high-level hunter-like state ignited his competitive spirit.

How long is Midori Umezu going to maintain this state? I'd like to see what she'll be like when she adopts a hunter's stance... It's rather strange, though I can't quite put my finger on why...

But the way she acted, as if she would agree to any request, made it hard not to want to tease her a little.

Hesitation makes you unmanly; you don't even know who'll get the upper hand.

Xiuming never knew what "retreating" meant; confidence was the foundation for a man to conquer everything.

With her left hand holding a white paper cup of udon noodles, Midori Umezu lowered her head and, like a cat, pressed her lips to the rim of the cup. With her right hand, she held chopsticks and sucked the noodles one by one into her mouth. Her eyes kept glancing at Hideaki's face.

The buckwheat noodles in Xiuming's bowl were not good, not even as good as Riko's. No wonder there were few customers in the shop.

"This bowl isn't good, let's get a different one."

As Xiuming spoke, he shifted his position and sat close to her body.

She slurped the noodles into her mouth with a "whoosh," swallowed them with a "gulp," then picked up another noodle and sucked it into her lips. Her face was almost completely red. She still didn't speak, still didn't move, still glanced at Xiuming's face, still had that "take it if you want" look on her face.

Like a biological researcher, she silently observes how male animals court on the vast grasslands...

It seems that women of the same age are always more mature than men when it comes to topics about gender, perhaps due to genetic traits found in the animal kingdom.

Xiuming ignored her "researcher" attitude, chuckled twice, and simply switched the two bowls.

She didn't refuse; Xiuming placed the bowl of buckwheat noodles in her hands and held it up.

However, she still had a half-eaten udon noodle in her mouth.

Xiuming didn't want to make any more excuses or talk nonsense. Although he didn't mind "losing face" or "eating shit on the subway," it had to be based on proactive behavior.

She was being quite presumptuous to be stared at passively, as if being observed and studied.

Then--

Xiuming placed the udon noodles he had exchanged on the front seat, then used his chopsticks to pick up the end of the noodle she was sucking on and put it into his own mouth.

She remained motionless, but her eyes widened and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

Xiuming then tapped the back of her head, sucking on noodles as he leaned forward. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly closed her eyes and bit the noodles in half.

She pursed her lips tightly, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her already impressive bust became even more prominent as she inhaled, and the tightly fastened buttons created wrinkles in the fabric, making it seem as if it might burst open at any moment.

"Why are you chickening out?" Xiuming chuckled. "Weren't you pretty brave?"

When it comes to shamelessness, Hideaki has the upper hand that men have.

Umezu Midori didn't say anything, turned her back to him, and swallowed a large mouthful of noodles.

After finishing his noodles, Xiuming climbed back into the driver's seat and said, "You don't have much cash in your wallet, and I don't trust the small hotels in the county town. Let's go home and talk!"

"Burp~" Umezu Midori let out a burp, silently placed the empty bowl under the car seat, and then glanced sideways at Hideaki's face from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Fasten your seatbelt, I'm going to speed up," Xiuming said, annoyed by her gaze. He glanced at her in the rearview mirror as well, "I never say hurtful things, but the way you're acting makes me furious. It's 1:10 PM now, we'll be home in 20 minutes, you wait..."

The green jeep sped along the country road, its wheels splashing out bursts of water from the puddles it passed over.

In the rearview mirror, Umezu Midori had already turned her face to look out the window. Perhaps feeling that the temperature inside the car was a bit hot, she rolled down the window halfway, and the humid air blew into the car, lifting her long, wavy, brown-red hair. Her smooth forehead and moist face were flushed, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she was enjoying the breeze blowing through the fields.

Normally, her hair hangs down to the side of her face, covering her ears, revealing her striking features and giving her a heroic air.

She looks good with short hair.

"Your long hair is like wool, it doesn't look good."

As Xiuming spoke, he had already driven the car into the village. When he passed the village clinic, he only glanced at it and continued driving in.

Meijin Midori rolled up the car window, sat up straight, glanced at the outpatient department behind the car, and said, "Aren't you going to the hospital to see her?"

Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse and magnetic, with a slight tremor.

“She’s not a child,” Hideaki said, parking the car in the yard of the Okitama family’s house. “But I’m quite pleased with your concern for her. You can become good friends with Riko and the others, right?”

Funakawa Yoshiko should still be sleeping at this time; after all, she has a fever and feels dizzy, so she needs to sleep more. Going over now would just wake her up, and it's better for her to recover quickly and return to Tokyo sooner.

Umezu Midori's face stiffened, the blush on her face faded and then turned red again. She pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

After Xiuming got out of the car, he opened the back seat, gestured for him to get out, and said, "It's time to get out."

Umezu Midori remained motionless, her expression shifting to a sidelong glance, as if to say, "Go ahead and carry me down if you dare."

"Go ahead and stay like this if you dare."

Xiuming leaned half his body into the car, put his left arm around her shoulder from behind, and put his right arm under her legs, easily lifting her out of the car.

It weighs over 100 jin (approximately 50 kg), slightly lighter than silk.

Her breathing became rapid again, her hands gripped the hem of her clothes, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Her eyes were already tightly closed, her slightly curled, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head, her nose pressed into the fabric of her clothes that bulged against her chest.

Xiuming didn't go through the mourning hall. Instead, he carried her through the bright main house, into the backyard, and then back to the bedroom where they had rested the night before.

On the clothesline under the eaves in front of the door, his black clothes that he had changed out of were still hanging. Of course, Funakawa Yoshiko's white underwear and the white lining of her kimono were also hanging there.

On the tatami mat in the bedroom, a small patch of the quilt that had been damp last night was now dry.

A brightly colored women's kimono was lying on the quilt.

Next to the tatami mat was a wooden lunchbox containing unfinished rice porridge and a bottle of fever reducer.

There were only these few things in the entire bedroom.

Hideaki gestured to the futon on the tatami mat, bowed slightly, and said, "Should I throw you on it, or should you lie down on it yourself?"

Umezu Midori remained silent, only panting, her cheeks flushed bright red, which spread to her neck, and her ears were almost completely red as well.

"Then let's gently place you on it...after all, you look quite delicate..."

As Xiuming spoke, he leaned half his body onto the tatami mat and gently laid her across the quilt.

Umezu Midori lay on her back with her eyes still closed. A thin layer of sweat seeped from her flushed forehead and cheeks, and the hem of her dress rose and fell with her breath.

She was still clutching the hem of her dress with both hands, her knuckles already white. Perhaps out of nervousness, she pulled the hem of her dress up, revealing a small patch of her fair abdomen and her clean navel.

Super sexy.

Her legs, clad in trousers, were unlike the bowlegs common among Japanese women; they were healthy, long, and straight, just like the legs of Ayako, Ezaki, Riko, and others.

Then she pressed her arms together in what seemed like a defensive posture.

The hem of her dress, which she had inadvertently pulled up, revealed her entire legs; the trousers were a fitted, hip-lifting style.

If you had a smaller bust, you could probably be a fashion model.

She was too nervous.

Perhaps it was Xiuming's immoral lifestyle that further diminished her sense of security at this critical moment.

This is when a man's nature comes into play: sweet talk, endless lies, and empty promises...

Many women know the other person is lying, but they still like to listen; they are easily swayed by their emotions...

"Green Sauce, you have such a great figure~"

"Your legs are so long, let me measure them..."

"These shoes must be expensive...and these socks...ugh, they smell like feet..."

Xiu Ming was busy.

Finally, he brought his nose close to her flushed neck, which was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and whispered, "Open your eyes and try looking at me with the same eyes you used to."

"You...you're so annoying, stop talking..."

Umezu Midori kept her eyes closed, her row of white teeth biting her lower lip, a trembling sound squeezed out from between her teeth.

There's not much more to say after that.

Anyway...

The setting sun shone into the bedroom through the window.

The quilts that were originally neatly laid out on the tatami mats are now thrown on the floor, in a messy state. They had dried before, but now they need to be aired out again.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Hideaki was lying on the tatami mat, with Umezu Midori lying on his back as well. They weren't covered with anything, and under the golden sunlight, her fair and smooth back showed a crystal-clear luster. However, within that luster, there were bruises that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

This is evidence of her abusive husband's past actions of kicking and beating her, which is now barely visible to the naked eye.

Her reddish-brown curly hair, draped over her shoulders, was messy and looked like a bird's nest.