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

At this time, the old aunt had not yet recovered from the aftereffects.

Biting my lower lip, my eyes were dull

But her niece's words still irritated her.

"I'll help you back to your room!" The angel slowly walked towards this side.

Iinuma Isao knew that she was here to cause trouble and thought to himself that things were not going well.

At this time, Huacheng Xingzi suddenly took a deep breath and shouted sternly: "Iori, go back to your room and sleep!"

"Aunt, I'll help you carry him back." Huacheng Iori said calmly.

"No, I'll do it myself. You go back to your room quickly!" Huacheng Xingzi didn't dare to let her niece know her current condition.

Huacheng Iori was determined to make trouble: "I don't want to sleep yet."

Hua Cheng Xingzi got angry and shouted at her in a rare tone, "If you don't want to sleep, go upstairs and read a book!"

The angel wanted to say something else.

But suddenly, she noticed a pair of blood-red eyes outside the window, exuding a terrifying aura.

"Okay, I'll be back now." She turned around, moved lightly, and disappeared in front of the corridor leading to the backyard like a feather.

Only after her niece's back completely disappeared did Huacheng Xingzi breathe a sigh of relief.

The living room returned to silence.

In the pitch-black night, the only sound left was her faint breathing.

Iinuma Isao looked at her and saw that her face was flushed, her eyes were misty and watery, and there was sweat on her forehead sticking to her messy hair, and she seemed to be still immersed in the afterglow.

The two looked at each other for a long time. Hua Cheng Xingzi twisted her slender waist and squeezed him out. Then she took a long breath and said in a low voice: "That's enough, why don't you get up quickly..."

Iinuma Isao smiled and put his finger to his nose and sniffed.

"You!" Hua Cheng Xingzi's eyes widened instantly. She was shocked and ashamed. She slapped him on the head and scolded him, "It's so dirty. What's so good about it? Don't sniff everything like a puppy..."

As she said this, she used her hands and feet together to try to push him off.

But when she lifted her foot and moved it a few times, she heard a "click" and one of her high-heeled shoes was kicked off, revealing her white and tender feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

Seeing her watery eyes and rosy cheeks, Iinuma Xun couldn't help but bend down and kiss her.

Before she could scold him, he immediately squatted down, picked up the high heels and helped her put them on.

Then he immediately picked up his mistress again.

Huacheng Xingzi was still struggling with him, gritting her teeth and pushing and shoving with her hands.

But the strange thing was that she was defenseless under the skirt that had been lifted up long ago.

Iinuma Isao never misses any opportunity.

"Sigh~"

Huacheng Xingzi gasped, her eyes froze for a moment, and then she hugged him with both hands.

Her brows were furrowed, her face was pale, and she looked frightened and unable to control herself. Compared with her usual arrogant and cold image, she was like a completely different person.

Iinuma Isao really likes her little woman look.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from the other side of the corridor, as if someone was walking in the atrium.

Hua Cheng Xingzi was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly clenched her fist and hit his head repeatedly, lowering her voice to urge him: "Go back to the room, quickly. If Iori sees this, I will commit suicide now..."

She knows everything, okay...

Of course, Iinuma Isao would never say that.

"Your room or my room?" he asked excitedly.

Huacheng Xingzi answered without hesitation: "Of course it's your room..."

She felt something was wrong when she said this, but when she thought about going back to her room where she would be more exposed, she felt torn... She felt shy when she heard this, so she simply closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.

Having received her tacit consent, Iinuma Isao was extremely delighted.

He dragged the old lady's buttocks with both hands, climbed up from the ground, and whispered, "Hold me tight."

Before Huacheng Xingzi could react, she was already carried into the air by him.

"Eh?"

She was shocked and struggled subconsciously.

"what are you doing……"

"Go back to your room."

"I can walk by myself..." Huacheng Xingzi whispered

But Iinuma Isao turned and left.

Huacheng Xingzi's body was suspended in the air, and out of instinct, she hugged his neck tightly with both hands, and her two beautiful legs were also tightly wrapped around his waist.

The beautiful mistress was hanging on the young man.

She is tall and plump, but she doesn't feel heavy when I hold her.

Of course, it’s not because she is light, but because Iinuma Isao is very strong.

How can a plump woman who is over 1.7 meters tall be light in weight...

From this we can see that if you don’t have a healthy body, you can’t drive a big car.

Iinuma Xun held the old lady's buttocks with both hands and slowly moved towards the bedroom.

This posture is so correct.

With every step he took, he couldn't help but lower his hand a little.

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi was extremely embarrassed and angry.

As a mistress and an elder, it is indeed embarrassing to be hugged like this by my best friend's son.

"I can still walk by myself, put me down!" She twisted her body, kicked her legs in the air, and warned in a low voice: "Isao Iinuma, put Auntie down, do you hear me!"

Because of her nervousness, she is now very small and feels particularly easy to bully.

Iinuma Isao whispered in her ear: "And you still call yourself aunt?"

"..."

Huacheng Xingzi gritted her teeth and looked away.

"Keep your voice down, don't let Iori hear you." Iinuma Isao held her in his arms and continued walking back.

"It's you who should keep your voice down!" Huacheng Xingzi said angrily.

However, she did not struggle anymore.

She also knew that if she made a loud noise and disturbed her niece, she would lose all face, so she had no choice but to shut her mouth and stop talking.

But her body was still twisting left and right, trying to get down and walk by herself.

Seeing that she was so uncooperative, Iinuma Isao simply turned around and walked towards the courtyard.

As he walked, he raised one hand and punished like last time.

In this quiet courtyard, the "pa pa" sound is particularly clear.

"You, what are you doing..."

Huacheng Xingzi was shocked.

She immediately stopped struggling, hugged his neck tightly with both arms, straightened her body, and lowered her voice: "Wrong, this is the way to the backyard, turn around quickly. I, I won't move..."

Do you know you're being good now?

Iinuma Isao hit her and said unhappily, "If your body was half as tough as your mouth, you wouldn't be controlled so easily by me."

"……Shut up!"

Huacheng Xingzi felt ashamed and angry, and her teeth were itching with hatred.

But she had no choice.

She is very immature in her emotions, and is now wavering due to the torture of immorality. She has the dual temperament of a noble lady and a lovely girl.

To be honest, if the angel came back at this time, we would see a very erotic scene.

The sight of a beautiful middle-aged woman in a black evening gown being held in the air and spanked hard by a half-grown boy is really hard to control.

The tense and exciting feeling makes people particularly fascinated.

Huacheng Xingzi's physique makes her more easily stimulated by external factors.

Iinuma Isao held her in his arms and hesitated for a while in front of the corridor leading to the atrium before turning around and walking back to the guest bedroom.

In the darkness, he heard the mistress breathe a sigh of relief in his ear.

This was clearly her territory, but now, she had become completely passive...

Arriving at the guest room area, the boy carried her into the room.

The room was filled with the scent of verbena.

Iinuma Isao opened the door and reached for the light switch.

"Don't turn on the light!" Huacheng Xingzi whispered on his shoulder.

She was shy and didn't want the boy to observe her embarrassed and shameful appearance... Iinuma Isao followed her and didn't turn on the ceiling light, but after putting her on the bed, he still turned on the bedside lamp.

The cozy light illuminates the corner of the bed.

Huacheng Xingzi kicked off her black high-heeled shoes, curled up her two beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings, and lay comfortably on the soft big bed like a cat.

She was still wearing a black dress, but it was already in disarray.

Wearing a black kimono, she always sat at the top, her skin was snow-white, and her narrow eyes were half-closed calmly.

The black kimono made her silent and focused, alert to the sneak attacks of disasters, like a reliable sentinel of her family's safety.

The dress highlighted her graceful curves, and the ultra-thin flesh-colored suspender stockings and black pointed stiletto heels added to her sexy charm.