My love index is at its maximum.

"Oh, oh, oh..." Tsukasa Tazaki rolled his eyes at her.

"She begged me for so long..."

After saying that, Sachiko Tono seemed to realize that she had been too explicit, and quickly changed to a pleading tone: "Anyway, it's just this once, Tazaki-kun can bear it, right?"

"There must be no next time!"

Tazaki Tsukasa shrugged, hugged her as if he was a little tired, and buried his face in her smooth and warm body.

Immoral sentiments... are indeed terrifying.

Thankfully, this will only happen once.

In terms of self-control, Tsukasa Tazaki had a lot of confidence in his aunt.

He now has the same confidence in himself.

Sachiko Tono smiled gently, as if deep in thought.

“Let’s go to the sauna,” she said. “Let the housekeeper do her best to serve my young master in the sauna.”

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Tsukasa Tazaki couldn't wait to get up.

There was a small door in front of the hot spring pool, leading to a corridor that led to the sauna. Sachiko Tono walked barefoot on the wooden floor, her wet hair pulled back, and the skin on her cheeks and neck still slightly flushed.

There are three sauna rooms in total. The two of them were guided inside by the staff. Unlike the long rows of bamboo benches in ordinary sauna rooms, these sauna rooms have beds, and there are also some essential oils for spa use next to the beds.

"How many minutes will it take?" Tsukasa Tazaki asked as he lay down on the bed.

The bamboo bed was already warm; leaning my back against it, I quickly broke out in a sweat.

"We'll see when I'm exhausted..." Sachiko Tono smiled. "Maybe an hour, maybe two hours. Anyway, please don't be too kind to me tonight, Master."

Tsukasa Tazaki assured him, "It definitely won't!"

Sachiko Tono looked around; heat was rising from the ground. She opened the small cabinet by the bed, took out a small basin containing clean towels and various strange items.

Following the room's inventory list, she poured all the available essential oils into a small basin and stirred them with her small hands, the sound of which resembled waves crashing against rocks.

Tsukasa Tazaki turned his head to look over and saw that the small basin was filled with amber-colored liquid, crystal clear.

"It's about to begin." Sachiko Tono smiled shyly, a perfect blush appearing on her face. "I learned this from the internet, so my skills aren't very good. Please don't make fun of me, young master."

"I promise I won't!" Tsukasa Tazaki smiled happily.

Sachiko Tono wrung out a towel, wiped the sweat off Tsukasa Tazaki, scooped up the prepared oil with one hand and dripped it onto him, while using the other hand to spread it evenly.

A sudden, cool, pleasurable sensation washed over him, and Tazaki Tsukasa instinctively shrank his neck.

"Ouch, it's so cool~"

"It will be ready soon."

"Ah."

"If you feel comfortable, please remember to give the housekeeper a raise, young master."

"How much are you paid now?"

"So far, well... it seems you haven't paid a single penny."

"……Yeah?"

"Not only did they not pay the housekeeper's wages, they also took all of her coffee shop's monthly profits."

“…I’m such a bad master,” Tsukasa Tazaki sighed contentedly.

Sachiko Tono looked at him with amusement, diligently wiping Tsukasa Tazaki's chest and back while excitedly discussing with him the business the new company would be expanding into.

"I think I'm planning to try writing an animation script and then find a director to bring it to life."

"Animation script?"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a script; novels, comics, or anything else are all fine."

"I think novels are good."

"why?"

"I get the feeling that Tazaki-kun is someone who will become a writer in the future."

Why don't I feel that way?

"Only when you become a writer will you not be so badly criticized when you have an affair. On the contrary, it will be regarded as a romantic affair, like the Tanizaki Jun'ichirō you keep talking about, and the Watanabe Jun'ichi."

"...I would never write a novel for this!" Tsukasa Tazaki muttered.

Sachiko Tono smiled but didn't say anything to refute him.

After wiping his upper body, she lifted Tazaki Tsukasa's legs and placed them on one of her hands, rubbing the soles of his feet with one hand and wiping his toes with the other, until the toes were completely clean.

After cleaning his feet, I also rubbed his calves and massaged the muscles on his thighs.

Her soft little hands rubbed and kneaded his body, her actions overflowing with genuine affection, revealing a beautiful but improper master-servant or sibling relationship, while also expressing a pure and simple sentiment, without the slightest affectation.

“The front is all done,” Sachiko Tono wiped her flushed cheeks and placed her hands on his waist. “Please turn around, young master, so I can massage your back.”

Tsukasa Tazaki obediently followed orders.

Lying on the bamboo bed, Sachiko Tono began massaging him, starting from his shoulders.

The back massage wasn't just a gentle kneading; occasionally, there would be tapping with fists. This was the first time Tsukasa Tazaki had ever heard of Sachiko-nee's strength. She looked delicate and frail, but her hands were surprisingly strong. The continuous, forceful patting on her back felt exceptionally comfortable, and her breathing became rapid.

As time went on, Sachiko Tono's movements became more and more skillful. After massaging his back, she had Tsukasa Tazaki turn over and kneel beside him, massaging him as if she were grinding tofu into soy milk.

Amidst the rising mist, yellow lights danced like pollen, and a captivating aroma gradually filled the nostrils.

Sachiko Tono knelt, her loose hair obscuring half her face, her sexy red lips slightly parted as she breathed. She wore only a loose bathrobe, and the white, smooth massage felt warm and delicate, like a hot jelly.

Tsukasa Tazaki felt as if he were not subject to gravity, his body floating lightly.

This kind of service reminded him of the massages that Kana Shimamoto had given him. He realized that it had been a long time since he had seen his wife, and he felt a little guilty and missed her very much.

After the massage, he snapped out of his reverie and slowly calmed his rapid breathing.

Sachiko Tono wiped her sweat with a dry towel, not bothering to clean the sticky liquid off her body, and lay down weakly beside him, murmuring in a slightly trembling voice, "The housekeeper has exhausted her strength. Please finish the rest yourself, young master."

Tsukasa Tazaki turned to the side, so the two faced each other.

A captivating fragrance emanated from her, seeping into his heart through his nose, and he took a deep sniff. Sachiko Tono smiled and winked, her alluring eyes becoming even more misty.

She raised her round, delicate arms and embraced Tsukasa Tazaki's body. In the warm and joyful atmosphere, her tender breathing seemed to be extending an invitation.

Holding her sweaty body with one hand, Tsukasa Tazaki used the other to untie the sash of her bathrobe.

The light illuminated her perfect, delicate body.

In this winter hot spring inn, Sachiko Tono gently stroked the boy's cheek, revealing her entire body without reservation.

Chapter 351 What was Tsukasa Tazaki thinking as he looked at Sakura Kuriyama's sleeping face?

Drinking alcohol can cause fatigue, and the night passes in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but Tsukasa Tazaki woke up thirsty. The bedside lamp was off, and the dim light from the hallway outside leaked through the curtains onto the floor like a flickering candle flame, so weak that it would be blown out by the wind at any moment.

He rubbed his temples and sat up against the headboard.

I fell asleep shortly after returning to the guest room last night. The lamp was on then, but Sachiko Tono probably turned it off later.

I reached out and turned on the light, glanced at my watch, and saw it was only a little past four in the morning. I got back to my room around eleven last night and only slept for a little over four hours.

With a slightly dry throat, Tsukasa Tazaki got out of bed, took a Coke from the small refrigerator in the guest room, poured himself a glass, and walked to the balcony while drinking it. He then opened the curtains and looked outside.

It was pitch black outside, with a light, quiet rain pattering down. The air was filled with the scent of dry, wet leaves.

After finishing the cola, my mind gradually cleared up.

Remembering that Kuriyama Sakura was resting in another guest room, Tazaki Tsukasa walked back to the bedside. Tono Sachiko was sleeping soundly. By the light of the lamp, her long eyelashes and delicate nose could be clearly seen, like the mountains at sunset, bathed in beautiful light.

"You must have been satisfied last night..." He chuckled, slipping his hand under the covers and teasingly stroking her smooth skin.

"Stop it..."

Sachiko Tono whimpered and curled up as if ticklish.

After a while, she rubbed her eyes and grumbled, "It's only this late, can't people even get some sleep..."

“It’s almost five o’clock, I’ll be back for a bit,” Tsukasa Tazaki leaned down and kissed her cheek, then rubbed it. “You can continue sleeping, I’ll come and wake you up when it’s time for breakfast.”

"Hmm, go ahead..."

With a soft, dreamlike murmur, Sachiko Tono rolled over in her blankets and drifted back into a blissful, hibernating sleep, like a bear in winter.

The blanket was rolled up, exposing her smooth back and the curves of her pert buttocks to the air, illuminated by the low lamp.

Although it was raining coldly outside, the room was warm and cozy with air conditioning.

Gazing at the housekeeper's beautiful, almost artistic, bare back, Tsukasa Tazaki, the Creator, felt a deep sense of gratitude and respect. Of course, he also felt a great sense of accomplishment for having made her set aside her reserve and so generously display such beauty.

I left the room and walked down the damp corridor.

There was not a breath of wind outside, and the drizzle fell silently and vertically in the darkness, soaking everything.

Pushing open the door to Kuriyama Sakura's room, Tazaki Tsukasa stood at the doorway, afraid of making the slightest noise. Apart from the ticking of the clock, nothing else could be heard in the room; the hour hand was about to point to five.

My eyes are gradually getting used to the darkness.

The beautiful young girl was fast asleep, wrapped in a soft, warm velvet quilt, her black hair spread out like ink on the pillow.

Her small handbag sat at the foot of the bed, and her white coat was draped over the back of the chair. Tazaki Tsukasa turned on the light and saw Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" open on the table. It was the book that Kuriyama Sakura had read to him every day during the summer when he was hospitalized due to injury.

After confirming that she had no intention of waking up, Tsukasa Tazaki tiptoed and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, bent down and leaned close to her ear, holding his breath to quiet her soft breathing.

The even, continuous breaths exhaled from the girl's small lips, like the receding tide at the seaside, but more tranquil and warmer than the tide.

Listening to this beautiful sound, he felt that the lovely girl lying there, her whole being, her entire life, was concentrated in this continuous breath. Relaxed, pure, and gentle, so gentle that it seemed as if only a faint pulse remained.

"My little Sakura, get well soon..."

Tsukasa Tazaki gently placed his hand on her forehead and smoothed her furrowed brow with his fingertips.

Then, he took off his coat, crawled into bed, put his arm around the girl's sleeping body, gently pressed his cheek against her chest, and remained motionless, trying to understand every beat of her heart.

"Thump, thump, thump—"