Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

With her deft little hands, she tied her hair into a Shimada bun, then put down one hand, picked up the comb from her mouth, and quickly gathered the hair on her forehead into a round shape from her forehead upwards.

The bun is about to take shape.

Looking in the mirror and arranging her hair for the last time, Orihime leaned forward.

The collar of her clothes slipped slightly, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders.

This fragrant shoulder is still an untouched virgin land.

The Chu Luye family is an ancient family with strict hierarchy and many rules.

Most of the time, Orihime needs to keep her face expressionless, so that her servants can always be afraid of her, so that they can remember the rules and not do anything that goes beyond her limits.

After being indifferent for so long, she seemed to have forgotten her original character.

Only every time she dressed up and sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself, she would regain a little bit of the lost self.

"The world is ruthless, and the past and the present are one and the same. What's the point of worrying?"

In the woman's boudoir, a sad and melodious voice comes from the scene. This scene is full of poetic and picturesque flavor.

The beautiful and enchanting woman tilts her head and raises her beautiful fingertips to slightly adjust her hair like the person in the painting.

She smiled slightly, as if recalling something happy.

The icy jade skin that has never been touched by men, the snowy shoulders full of feminine softness; the concentration that will not stop no matter if the sky collapses and the earth falls apart, and the posture of sitting in front of the mirror while immersed in body and mind, can best intuitively reflect the beauty of oriental women.

"Lanqiao woke up from a dream, the ashes of the furnace were cold, and his arms were still cold..."

After singing the song, Orihime held the bun on the back of her head with both hands and finally adjusted the position.

That's it.

Immediately, she lowered her head and picked up a piece of rouge flower from the table.

Madam likes these little antique items very much. As Madam's personal maid, Orihime was given the authority to use these things.

She pursed her lips slightly and held the rouge piece in her mouth.

The plump upper and lower lips were squeezed hard, and the fine wrinkles on the surface of the lip flaps were flattened and evenly stained with the red color of rouge.

Finally, she stood up and took off her clothes.

The wind passing through the hall blew up the rouge flakes on the table

The snow-white delicate body was caressed by nature, and it trembled slightly, and all kinds of charms emerged spontaneously.

Orihime went to the three wardrobes naked.

There are three wardrobes, one for the lady, one for the young master, and one for her.

Taking out a kimono for the family dinner, she returned to the mirror.

The man in the mirror has all his clothes taken off, and his skin is whiter than the skin on his face; his chest is like a majestic and magnificent snow-capped mountain, which has not yet been stepped on and conquered; his lower abdomen is beautiful in shape, but has not yet given birth.

Orihime looked in the mirror and first took out a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose.

He spread the socks with his little hands, raised his toes slightly, and gently put his feet in as if testing the temperature of the water.

After putting it on, the legs were twisted slightly like flexible water snakes a few times to let the elasticity of the stockings adapt to the plumpness of the legs. Finally, the position of the crotch was adjusted in front of the mirror, and the stockings were put on.

Next, put the kimono on and tie the obi.

The kimono was wide, but the fabric clung to her skin, highlighting her incredible figure.

After looking left and right in the mirror to make sure her appearance was perfect, Orihime turned and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, there were two or three maids working.

When they saw her coming, everyone stopped, bowed, or knelt down to salute.

"Hello Orihime-sama."

In this family, except for the four ladies, the housekeeper is the one with the highest status.

There are also two young ladies, one whom she has watched grow up and regards as an elder; the other is only one year old and can't speak yet.

Nodding with a cold face, Orihime walked past the maid.

Whispers could not help but come from behind, almost all of them praising her appearance and envying her status.

Occasionally, some people would feel sorry for her, saying that her expression remained unchanged, which was such a waste of this beautiful face.

Gee, you people are so boring... Orihime sneered in her heart, thinking to herself, what kind of expression do you expect me to have towards you women who are not as good-looking as me and not as tall as me?

Can you help me with my physical desires?

Obviously, they can't because Orihime-sama has a normal sexual orientation.

When others look at her, they can only see her appearance and status, but they don't know that her status has tied her to the Hatsuluno family.

Ordinary servants can resign when they are old or have saved money, leave the Hatsuroye family and return to society, get married and have children normally.

But she can't.

She knows too many secrets, and the Hatsuluno family will not allow her to become the wife of another family...

Reaching the end of the corridor, Orihime turned a corner and came to the door of the tea room.

The tea room was quiet.

An unmarried couple slept quietly on the floor.

Orihime looked for a while, then turned and walked to the other side. She stopped in front of the door at the end and knocked gently.

"Come in."

The magnetic voice of Hatsugano Kiyohime came from the door.

Orihime opened the door gently and closed it gently.

"Where's Axun?"

"Master Xun said he would come over after getting dressed..."

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In the tea room, Iinuma Isao heard footsteps.

Silk thread looked towards the sliding door and saw that it was the housekeeper who had changed his clothes.

Wearing a gray kimono with a white collar and a family crest pattern printed on the hem; her dignified and neat bun, thick black eyebrows and cat-like pupils, as well as her gorgeous makeup like a newlywed young woman, made her look so charming.

Orihime looked at him for a few times and then left.

Ionuma Isao's attention returned to his fiancée.

Having said that, this girl, could she have deliberately put on this posture to make me feel sorry for her... Ionuma Isao lowered his head slightly, looked at the girl nestled in his arms, and gently touched her delicately with his fingertips little face.

Like playing the piano, he played her cheek a few times.

Then he picked up her long hair and scratched her ears and the tip of her nose.

"Um--"

The fiancée made a slight sound of dissatisfaction.

She twisted her body so that she was closer to him, her whole little face buried in his arms.

Iinuma Isao noticed that she seemed to be particularly attached to him now.

With his lips pressed against her fragrant hair, he asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"I haven't been sleeping well lately." Kaguya Hatsugano replied with her eyes closed.

Ionuma Isao remembered that during this period, she got up early every morning and sat in a daze on the hospital bed.

He didn't ask what the reason was, he just hugged her tightly with some distress.

In this mansion with strict rules, the only person she could express her innermost thoughts to was the maid who betrayed her a few days ago... And tonight, the punishment for that maid would be decided, so she was definitely feeling complicated and uncomfortable.

In the tea room, it was quiet for a while, and then the deep voice of Kaguya Hatsukano came:

"Aunt Qing has never liked me."

"Hmm~" Iinuma Isao gently rubbed her head.

"She thinks I'm too weak and not as strong as her..."

"Although you are in poor health, you have a very smart mind." Ionuma Isao said with a smile, "Not like me, just a muscular idiot."

The girl raised her eyes slightly and looked at his gentle smile.

"You are quite an idiot..." she cursed in a low voice.

Iinuma Isao immediately stopped smiling: "Hey, hey, hey, don't take my words of comfort to you seriously!"

"Quiet, shut up!" Kaguya Hatsugano retracted her gaze again, "Would a mature woman like me discuss this with a naive boy like you? What a nonsense!"

After saying that, her face buried in the boy's arms burst into a usual sarcastic sneer.

"Before you say this, please think about it first. You and I were born on the same year, the same month, and the same day. We are the same age!"

Born in the same year, the same month and the same day, these words made Kaguya Hatsugano's heart tremble.

The longer she stayed with her fiancé, the more she felt that there seemed to be a subtle connection between herself and him. It seemed that the two of them should be one, and he was the other half she had never met... Of course, she I didn’t dare to say anything without evidence, for fear of being laughed at by him.

"When I say maturity, I mean maturity in a psychological sense!"

The fiancée made a dissatisfied protest.

"Yes, yes, you are a mature lady! Now that I am immature, I am going to play in the water. Please let me go and let me jump from here..." Iinuma Isao looked disgusted with her. .

The fiancee didn't say anything, she just hugged him tighter.

Mr. Fiancé only had a loud voice, but actually had no intention of getting up.

Kaguya Hatsugano's body went limp and she leaned weakly on her fiancé's arms, enjoying the tickling feeling.

The mysterious ambiguity made her not want to leave this embrace.

"Hey, Axun..."

"what?"

"Do you hate the person who betrayed you?"

Ionuma knew what she was referring to. He thought for a moment and replied, "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to hate you."