I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

So he couldn't understand how Hattori Shizuka could get so close to him without making any sound.

The sound of footsteps can be covered up, but how can we eliminate the sound of clothes rubbing against each other?

unless……

The answer was about to come out in his mind, and a mature, plump and smooth body slammed heavily into the boy's arms.

Chapter 574 Jinghua: You can do whatever you want

Boom!

In the dark dojo, a silent sound of landing was heard, and two bodies fell on top of each other.

Serabelle landed on her back, being the one being "pushed down".

The sharp sword fell to the ground beside him, and a soft and surprisingly elastic touch came from his chest and abdomen.

Just like her name, Hattori Shizuka curled up quietly in the boy's arms, motionless.

Although the thick clothes of early spring made it impossible for Serabelle to clearly see what Hattori Shizuka was wearing at the moment, it was certain that she must have taken off her kimono completely while rolling to create distance.

This was the only way to get close to him in the dark without making any noise.

But Serabelle didn't know whether Hattori Shizuka was really naked now.

After all, according to the traditional rules of wearing kimonos, no underwear is worn inside, and the chest wrap is used to remove the restraint of the top for fighting.

So maybe she was wearing it, or maybe she wasn’t, or maybe it was... a loincloth?

Serabel couldn't help but think of the sumo wrestlers she had seen on TV, but then she quickly dismissed the idea.

That's not very polite.

It can be said that his relationship with Yukiko, Aunt Eri, and Mrs. Suzuki was based on love, although there were also some coincidences involved.

But in comparison, he and Shizuka Hattori cannot be said to be familiar with each other. From the first time they met to now, they have only met three times in total, and they didn't even have much contact during that time.

Besides, she is my friend's mother after all.

"Jinghua...Auntie?"

After lying on the floor for a long time until his back felt the chill from the floor, there was still no movement from the beautiful woman crawling on his chest, so Serabel couldn't help but shout.

"Hmm~"

In the darkness, Hattori Shizuka seemed to whisper softly.

Then, Serabelle felt the beautiful woman on top of him move. A pair of slightly cool hands pressed on his chest, and he stood up and sat on her waist.

The long hair fell from her shoulders like a waterfall, hanging in front of Serabel's nose, sweeping back and forth with her breathing, bringing with it a hint of warm fragrance.

But the fragrance does not come from the ends of the hair.

"You don't have to call me auntie, just call me 'Jinghua'."

From above came the unusual giggle of the beautiful woman.

"Sera-kun, you beat me and I lost, so now I am yours."

"...?!"

Because this statement was so explosive, even a married woman harvester like Serabelle was momentarily slow in her thinking.

What do you mean she is his because he won?

Is this some kind of martial arts competition to win a bride?

and--

Oh no, wait!

As if she suddenly remembered something, Serabelle blurted out subconsciously.

"Regarding the sword oath you mentioned earlier, Aunt Jinghua..."

"Take back the last two characters and just call me Jinghua."

In the darkness, a green finger touched the boy's lips, and the beautiful woman's mouth corners seemed to slightly rise.

"Have you guessed it? Why not tell me about it?"

"Well, for example, you marry whoever wins... or something like that." Serabel guessed.

"Haha, of course not."

Hattori Shizuka leaned down and moved closer. The dreamy touch came from her chest again, and the hot and moist breath blew against her ears as she spoke.

"Only the one who can defeat me is qualified to possess me."

"..."

The words seem similar, but they have completely different meanings.

The former has to marry whoever wins the fight, just like a prize in a competition that has no will of its own and simply belongs to the winner.

As for the latter, only those who win the fight can be favored, just like the queen who is high above chooses the people she favors, and the so-called strength is just a stepping stone.

"So do you understand, Sera-kun, the difference?"

Hattori Shizuka's voice continued to come from my ears.

"It's not because you beat me in the competition that I like you, but because I like you that I compete with you."

"But……"

"But?"

Before Serabelle could finish her words, the beautiful woman raised her voice slightly, dropping her Osaka accent that gave people a more carefree and informal feeling, and instead adopted a softer and more seductive Kyoto accent, like that of an aristocratic lady.

"I originally thought that since Sera-kun could do that to that girl with horns on her head, he wouldn't be the kind of person who would drag his feet on such a matter, but I didn't expect him to be so indecisive."

bang bang dong!

Serabelle was slightly startled.

After all, when it comes to the girl with horns on her head, you know without a doubt that there is only one, and that must be Xiaolan.

But how did Shizuka Hattori know about him and Xiaolan...

"Did Sera-kun forget that I lived next door to that Maori lady last night?"

The beautiful woman turned her face slightly and breathed softly into Serabelle's earlobe.

"Sera-kun, you don't think that your voices were quiet last night, right? I could hear you from the next room. You didn't rest until 2 a.m., and the girl in the back had a hoarse voice and fainted twice in the middle, right?"

"Fortunately, your room is at the corner of the corridor. There are no other rooms on the other side, and the wall facing the corridor is thickened. Otherwise, there would be more than one or two people who didn't sleep well last night~"

"..."

Serabelle fell into a reflective silence.

I have to admit that he and Xiaolan did go a little too far last night. Normally, even Yukiko and Mrs. Suzuki would only spend a maximum of three hours together, but yesterday they almost doubled that time.

The end result was that Xiaolan was completely lying dead today, and she even had difficulty getting out of bed and taking two steps.

But were they really that noisy last night? I had the impression that the soundproofing in the guest rooms was pretty good?

"And that Ms. Maori shouldn't be Sera-kun's girlfriend, right?"

Hattori Shizuka continued.

"Otherwise, she was already in that state this morning. If you were really in a legitimate boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, Sera-kun should have directly said that he would stay and take care of her, but you didn't do that. In other words... you are still in a relationship that cannot be made public?"

"So since you're fine with Miss Maori, but don't want to come with me, could it be that you don't like me?"

Having said this, the beautiful woman paused, then leaned over and whispered softly in her ear.

"Or maybe... you went too far last night and you're no longer able to continue today?"

"!"

It seemed that the effect of this sentence was greater than all the previous ones. Upon hearing this, Serabelle, who had been motionless and as holy as a Buddha in the previous second, picked up Shizuka Hattori on the spot and turned over and fell down.

"Hmm~ Shall we start right here?"

When her back touched the cold floor, Hattori Shizuka did not show any resistance. Instead, she happily hugged the boy's head and buried it in her chest.

"But that's fine, the place is big enough, we can do whatever we want."

In the spring night, in the soft red tent three meters high, a beautiful figure sways among the bamboo curtains.

After a while, the high-pitched and joyful voice of the beautiful woman echoed in the dark air of the empty dojo.

Chapter 575 The Only Man in the World Who Can Please Me

I don't know how long it had been, but the sunlight outside still spread through the gaps in the bamboo curtains on both sides of the dojo and shone into the room, casting extremely thin bright lines on the floor, which were diffusely reflected in the air, bringing a tiny bit of light to the interior of this dojo without any lighting.

The overall orientation has changed from a uniform westward tilt to an eastward tilt.

Serabelle and Shizuka Hattori were lying in each other's arms in an area where the light could not reach, and the corners of their kimonos were faintly visible.

The beautiful woman, whose emotions had reached their peak several times during the battle in the past few hours, finally calmed down.

The expensive high-end kimono that cost up to one million yen was spread under her body like a bed sheet. It had become a little wrinkled due to the fierce battle. She was covered with the coat that Serabelle was originally wearing, which was like a quilt.

In fact, it is a bit of a stretch to call it a quilt. After all, no matter how long a jacket or windbreaker is, it can never be longer than a person's body. In order to avoid exposing the skin directly, one must curl up the body slightly and compress the space between each other.

But even so, the chill in the air still seeped in little by little through the edges of the coat.

However, the strange thing was that neither of them felt cold at all, and they even felt an inexplicable sense of comfort.

It's like building a shelter in the snow and hugging each other for warmth.

Quiet and enjoyable, as if this small piece of world is the only one left in the whole world.

The beautiful woman who was crawling on the boy's chest in the dark raised her face and rubbed the side of his neck gently with her nose.

"Are you hungry?"

"...kind of."

Serabelle answered honestly.

He was indeed hungry. He got up at 6:30 in the morning. Although he didn't have breakfast until 9:00, he could tell from the sky outside that it should be afternoon now.

"I see. Wait a minute."

Hattori Shizuka said in the darkness.

Before Serabel could react to what she was about to do, he felt that Hattori Shizuka seemed to move upwards, holding something in her hand and was about to bring it to him.

"……Well?!"

"Hehe, just a joke."

Hattori Shizuka chuckled and put down the food-grade softness in her hand.

"After all, we are already this old. No matter how much we think about it, it's useless. Let's just cook and eat later."

She paused.

"But compared to this, Sera-kun seems a little silent. Don't you have anything to say?"

“Yes, but I don’t know how to say it.”

There was a rare hint of confusion in Serabelle's voice.

"If I have to say it, it felt very sudden."

"Sudden?"

In the darkness, Hattori Shizuka seemed to tilt her head.

"almost."

Serabelle shook her head.

It is said that a dark environment can remove the constraints of people's shame to the greatest extent. Before, whether it was the battle or the transition between the battles and "battles" with Hattori Shizuka, everything went smoothly and everything seemed to be logical.

But when I finished the job and came to my senses and thought about it, I felt as if I had been hit on the back of the head with a club.

From an objective point of view, what happened between them can be basically summarized as follows - Hattori Shizuka initially asked him to come over to help clean the dojo, but in fact she wanted to challenge him to a sword fight, and then the fight ended up on the bed... No, it was still in the dojo, but they did things that could only be done on a bed.

"So, Jinghua...why did you fall for me?"