I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Serabelle was no exception. After saying a simple goodbye to Hattori Heiji, Hattori Shizuka and Conan, he was dragged away from the Beika City Hall by Suzuki Tomoko.

Outside the city hall, the Suzuki Group's car was parked on the side of the road.

Get in the car and close the door; the excellent sound insulation performance of the top-level customized business car will keep all noise out of the car.

"Go to Suzuki Holiday."

Tomoko Suzuki picked up the phone hanging on the wall next to the car door, said something and hung up.

A few seconds later, with a slight engine vibration spreading throughout the body of the car, the commercial vehicle slowly started.

Suzuki House Day, Serabelle probably knew such a place.

As the name suggests, this is also an industry under the Suzuki Group. It is a high-end bathroom designed after the ancient Roman baths.

Of course, it's just an imitation, and there are still some differences between the men's and women's baths.

"Ha~ What a terrible night. If I had known the press conference would turn out like this, I wouldn't have brought you here."

Leaning back in her seat and disarming herself in front of outsiders, Suzuki Tomoko suddenly became lazy.

She took off her high heels, lifted her feet covered with translucent black stockings, and placed them on Serabel's thighs near the knees, then began to twist her toes and move forward little by little.

This was a unique way of flirting between the two of them. Serabel, who immediately understood Mrs. Suzuki's intention, leaned forward without hesitation, stretched out her hands, and lifted the former from the sofa opposite her onto her lap.

"Ah! Wait a minute, we are still in... the city, be careful of the crowds, um... when we get there, there will be plenty of time for you to do it..."

Suzuki Tomoko struggled symbolically twice, but the curve of her lips still betrayed her true thoughts.

Then she stretched out her arms and suddenly hugged Serabelle, her voice very close and soft due to the close contact.

"No matter what, I hope you come back safely."

"……Um."

"Also, what's up with the blonde sister you mentioned in the game?"

"Um?!"

Chapter 351 The Secret Only Sonoko Doesn't Know

As the leading high-end bathhouse under the Suzuki Group, Suzuki Holiday's business operations cannot be the same as those of ordinary bath centers, which only provide massage and bathing services and at most a little bit of sex trade.

If you really think about it, it is no different from a top hotel. It also includes accommodation and catering as well as many other extended businesses attached to these two categories.

In simple terms, Suzuki Holiday has a dedicated accommodation area, and its entire structure is like a resort villa, with one single-family villa after another opened up in a mountainous area with beautiful natural scenery, and equipped with various open-air swimming pools and baths.

It truly lives up to the word "holiday".

As Mrs. Suzuki is the actual controller of the Suzuki Group, she naturally has an exclusive holiday villa in Suzuki Holiday that is never open to the public.

That is the super villa located at the highest point in the entire resort, which is also the most luxurious and covers the largest area.

Under the night sky, the forest is silent. In the open-air backyard of the huge villa on the top of the mountain, which is brightly lit by the sun, hot white mist rises from the surface of the bathing pool, which is suspended in the air and supported by tough steel columns connected to the mountain.

Suzuki Tomoko sat with her back against the edge of the bathtub. She turned her head and put one arm on the safety fence behind her, looking down at the villas that were bright or dark, one after another, far apart from each other, and raised her eyebrows slightly at the boy next to her.

"How is it? The scenery here is nice, isn't it?"

“…It’s very good.”

Serabelle told the truth.

However, he was not referring to the scenery on the mountain from a bird's-eye view, but Suzuki Tomoko who was nearby.

The bathhouse they were in now was just the only ordinary bathhouse with the largest space among the many bathhouses in the backyard. As for the others, there were many smaller bathhouses but each with its own characteristics.

For example, the rose pool, jasmine pool, ice water pool, etc. Of course, the names are not these, but more literary.

For example, the rose pool is called Rose Celebration, the jasmine pool is called Jasmine Fragrance, and the ice water pool is called Youbi Cold Pond.

Each pool is filled with plant essential oils and flower petals with corresponding names, and the smell of the pool water also corresponds to the fragrance of the flowers.

In the next few hours, Serabelle and Suzuki Tomoko tried almost every pool, leaving their common marks in them.

Including ice water pool.

The bath towels they were originally wrapped in were also left in the pool in front, floating and intertwined with the heated water that continued to flow out of the hole at the bottom of the pool, like two knotted white jellyfish.

Suzuki Tomoko had no intention of going over to pick them up and wrap them up again. She just sat next to Serabelle honestly, chatting and laughing from time to time, and sometimes leaning in to be affectionate.

It felt like Her Majesty the Queen, high above all others, was proudly showing off her carefully decorated bedroom.

Oh, this description may be a bit inappropriate.

Serabelle cut off this OS in her heart.

After all, if Mrs. Suzuki is Her Majesty the Queen, then wouldn’t he be... hmmm.

"Hmm~"

Suzuki Tomoko suddenly raised her hands, sat up straight and stretched her body. With her movement, the water in the bathtub, which had been gradually calming down, suddenly appeared with two perfect arc-shaped waves that pushed forward and kept expanding.

"It really makes me reluctant to leave. How come I didn't have this feeling when I came here with Sonoko and the others so many times before?"

Upon hearing this, Serabelle couldn't help but turn her head to the side in confusion.

"What's wrong? It's so late. Do you have something else to do?"

“Well… I guess not.”

Tomoko Suzuki put down her arms and sighed a little helplessly.

"I'm just going home. Originally, Sonoko was supposed to go to today's press conference, but she wasn't feeling well, so I asked you to go instead. Although I told the girl that I'd be back later, if she didn't come back all night, it would still be a bit..."

Oh, I see.

Serabell understood immediately.

Although Mrs. Suzuki and he had basically never concealed their relationship except in public, whether it was starting directly in the car like before, or bringing him to the super villa on Suzuki Holiday's side, after all, all those who knew about it were core employees of the Suzuki Group, and could be said to be Mrs. Suzuki's confidants.

The relationship between them is one of employer and employee, so there is nothing wrong in being open and aboveboard.

But the same logic doesn't work when applied to Yuanzi...

"Of course, if you want to stay here tonight, Bell, that's fine too." Suzuki Tomoko smiled, "The staff here probably know you anyway, so if you need anything, just call and ask for service, it's all free."

"Forget it, I'd better go back early too." Serabelle shrugged.

He is not a person who pays attention to material things, and his relationship with Mrs. Suzuki has not developed to this point for any benefit.

"Too."

Suzuki Tomoko smiled and suddenly moved closer to the boy, her straight and delicate nose almost touching his face.

"After all, Bell, you still have to go home and be with your 'blonde big sister', right?"

"Uh……"

When mentioning Akai Mari, Serabel couldn't help but hold her forehead slightly.

This matter was essentially a matter of him accidentally letting the secret slip because he was too quick to speak. Although almost no one present cared about it at the time, Suzuki Tomoko was the only one who remembered it clearly.

And it seems that this joke will not be easily resolved in the short term.

"Haha, okay, I won't torture you anymore."

It was a rare sight to see a young man being humiliated, and Suzuki Tomoko chuckled twice with her hands covering her mouth in pleasure.

Then she stretched out her arms and hugged both sides of Serabelle's neck. Her beautiful white legs underwater moved as flexibly as a mermaid and sat steadily on the boy.

Suzuki Tomoko lowered her head, and a loving smile appeared on her mature and beautiful face.

"Well, let's give tonight a perfect ending, shall we?"

"..."

Without saying a word, the young man's hands had already placed on both sides of the lady's waist.

Ten seconds later, the unprecedentedly intense sound of water mixed with intermittent soprano voices echoed above the surface of the bathtub.

……

Time: the next day.

Last night, Serabelle didn't get home until one in the morning. In fact, the fact that she came back at this time is very telling.

After all, last night's press conference was forced to stop at around eight o'clock, and even if it was a midnight snack, it would be impossible to eat for more than four hours.

But when I think of Mrs. Suzuki's eloquence and the naivety of Miss Suzuki, who was totally unprepared from the beginning to the end, I guess... she won't be suspicious.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, by the time Serabelle got up, it was already past half past ten in the morning.

The first thing I did when I woke up was to check my phone. There were no missed calls or text messages from my clients. It was very quiet.

The only unread message was from Yukiko.

Click to open.

[Are you free? Come here quickly! ]

It was followed by three fist emojis, and if you didn’t know, you would think he was about to hit him.

Chapter 352 That’s your godmother!

After replying to Yukiko that she would be there soon, Serabelle did not go out until after breakfast.

By the time we arrived at Beika Town, it was almost lunchtime.

At twelve o'clock sharp, inside Kudo's house.

"Didn't you say you'd be here right away, huh?"

On the sofa in the living room, an older girl with long brown curly hair and wearing home clothes sat cross-legged with her hands on her knees, her body slightly leaning forward, her face deliberately scowling as if she was staring fiercely.

Serabelle silently raised her hands to signal her surrender: "I was still lying in bed when I replied to the message. I have to get up and wash up and eat something."

"Lying on the bed...it was already half past ten then, didn't you go home very late last night?" Yukiko looked suspicious.

"Ah."

Serabelle did not hide the fact that she did not get home until one o'clock last night.

Yukiko said "oh" lightly, suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's collar, pulled him close and smelled him carefully again and again.

Naturally there can't be any strange taste.

Not to mention that Mrs. Suzuki and I did it in the bathtub last night, so even if there was any smell, it would have been washed away by the water. What's more, Serabelle had just slept before coming from home, so she didn't even have time to pick up other smells.

"What did you have for breakfast?"

“Lasagna…”

Serabelle answered subconsciously.

"Lasagna... ah↓!"

Yukiko spoke the first three words in a normal tone, but when she spoke the last word she suddenly emphasized it harshly.

She held Serabelle's cheeks with both hands, and rubbed them hard twice as if she felt unsatisfied.

"Your sister Mary made this for you again? Is it delicious?"

"Not bad." Serabelle nodded honestly.

"Humph!"

A certain older girl felt unhappy, snorted heavily and glanced away.

Yukiko is like this. In front of people close to her, she will show all her emotions on her face in real time, highlighting that she is straightforward and very easy to understand.

In contrast, someone like Eri Kisaki, even if she accidentally found out about the relationship between Serabel and Yukiko, she would still complete the pre-arranged tasks according to the plan, and then reveal the truth after everything is over.

But perhaps it is precisely because of this that the former still looks like a little girl even though she is nearly 40 years old.

Both physically and psychologically.

Serabelle knew that it was useless to reason in this situation, so she could only sit closer to him and change the subject with words.

"Well, so Sister Yukiko, the reason you called me here so urgently is..."