I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Well, then you say."

"I remember last time on the Shimizu stage, I asked if the person there was replaced by Miss Suzuki II, would she confess to you? At that time, Sera-kun's answer was no."

"Yes."

Serabelle nodded slightly.

"But--"

After another pause, Ooka Momiji's voice became even softer and her gaze became even more wandering.

"I asked two questions in total, and you haven't answered the other one yet."

Another question was not asked verbally, but directly using body language.

Serabelle recalled the kiss: "What if I said no?"

"Then I will jump out of bed and slap you."

Hearing this, a trace of barely perceptible panic and disappointment flashed across Ooka Hongye's eyes, but she still managed to remain calm and spoke to the line.

"You trample on a girl's feelings like this. You will be hung up and severely tortured to death if you do such a thing."

"Then I think you don't have this opportunity..."

"Eh?"

"I mean the whole jumping out of bed thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ooka Hongye felt the hands on her waist suddenly tightened, and at the same time, an astonishing burning sensation spread three inches above and below, rushing straight to her navel.

"This is...wait a minute..."

"No wait."

"babble!"

Chapter 590 Did you do the same thing with Mrs. Suzuki? !

Considering that it was Ooka Momiji's first time, Serabelle didn't go too far.

However, even so, it took an hour for the noise in the room to subside.

It’s still the same Japanese-style room, and the same quilt.

The one-hour fierce battle was confined to this small three-square-meter space, covered by the quilt that tightly bound the two bodies. From the outside, at first glance, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

The only evidence of what had happened before was the faint scent of heather in the air and the occasional soft gasps.

In the bed, Ooka Hongye's arms, which were tightly hugging the boy's neck, had loosened and could only be placed on his shoulders with difficulty, and her fingertips were trembling slightly unconsciously.

There were red scratches all over Serabelle's back, left by the girl's fingernails when she was emotionally excited.

“So… hot…”

Ooka Hongye swallowed hard.

It was indeed hot. After all, quilts were designed to prevent people from catching a cold and lowering their body temperature while sleeping. It would be comfortable to lie still in it calmly, but she had not been able to stay still for even a second in the past hour.

Today's bed is like a sauna in the bathroom for young girls. Not only her forehead, but her entire body is covered in sweat.

If she had practiced karuta to this extent, Ooka Momiji would have been eager to take a shower and change into dry clothes. But now she didn't feel any resistance at all. Instead, she had a vague feeling of reluctance.

It was as if she was a magical girl who had accidentally entered a tentacle monster's lair and was corrupted by evil.

"Take a bath?"

Serabelle was very familiar with her current state, so she took the initiative to suggest it.

Ooka Hongye didn't even have the strength to speak, and just hummed in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

So Serabelle carefully lifted the damp quilt from her body, trying her best to prevent the cold air in the room from suddenly contacting the girl's body to avoid a cold.

However, just as he was about to stand up and pick up Ooka Momiji in a princess hug, the pair of bare hands on his shoulders gently patted him.

"Ok?"

Looking down, I saw Ooka Momiji's blushing face, looking away with shame.

"Wait a minute, don't... just carry me over like this..."

Oh.

Serabelle understood immediately, and then she held the girl's back with one hand and supported the fulcrum with the other hand. She skillfully picked up Ooka Momiji, maintained the previous posture in the quilt, and turned to walk out of the Japanese-style room.

……

Although it is a top-level suite, because it is designed in Japanese style, the overall structure of the bathroom is not much different from the one in the hotel room where Serabelle is currently staying. It is also a large wooden barrel.

At most, the space is slightly larger and the decoration is more luxurious, with Ukiyo-e pictures painted on the pine boards on the walls.

If you must say it, it is a bit hellish.

After all, Serabelle is British and cannot appreciate this kind of Japanese classical aesthetic.

Then the perspective changed, and there was the sound of gurgling water in the bathroom.

Serabelle sat with her back against the inner wall of the barrel in the warm bath water that reached her shoulders, with water constantly pouring from the faucet beside her.

Ooka Momiji quietly sat astride the boy in a duck-like posture, with her arms wrapped around his neck, her delicate chin resting lightly on his shoulder, her mouth and nose buried in her arms.

"You're really lucky..."

She breathed softly into his ear.

"Huh? Really?"

As Serabelle spoke, she reached out and took a towel from the towel rack beside her, then used the bath water in the bucket to wipe Ooka Momiji bit by bit.

"Yes."

Feeling the thoughtfulness in the boy's actions, Ooka Hongye curled her lips.

"I just wanted an answer today, but who knew that Sera-kun would be so bold and just... well."

She was a little embarrassed to continue, but everyone understood.

After a brief pause, Ooka Hongye curled her lips again.

"And Sera-kun was too much. He was so cruel even though he knew it was the first time. I almost thought I was going to die twice."

"It's only been an hour."

Serabelle didn't care.

But it was this indifferent tone that made Ooka Hongye suddenly emphasize the pronunciation.

"'Only' an hour? How many more hours do you want?"

Perhaps it was because they were married, the Kyoto noble lady, who used to be extremely tactful and polite when speaking to anyone in front of others, now completely relaxed. Her demeanor, tone and choice of words fully revealed the temper that a girl of her age should have.

"Basically... two hours is the minimum."

Serabelle counted on her fingers.

“Usually about three hours, sometimes longer.”

"With whom?"

"……what?"

Ooka Momiji's question came almost immediately after Serabelle finished speaking, so much so that Serabelle didn't even have time to react.

No, he actually reacted, but he just had no idea how to respond.

After all, if I really want to list them all, the list would be quite long.

For example, Sister Mary, Yukiko, Aunt Eri, Mrs. Suzuki, and Aunt Jinghua, they can all persist for about three hours.

However, if she really reported out this series of names, Serabelle had no idea whether she would be chopped into pieces by three hundred swordsmen lying in ambush on the roadside as soon as she turned the corner when she walked out of the hotel door.

"For example, Mrs. Suzuki?"

Ooka Hongye suddenly asked.

The boy tactically retreated: "Why did you suddenly mention Mrs. Suzuki?"

"Never mind, Sera-kun, just answer the questions honestly."

Ooka Momiji pressed forward step by step, not giving Serabel any chance to get away with it.

"Tell me the truth, have you ever had sex with Mrs. Suzuki from the Suzuki Group?"

“…I did.”

Serabelle answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Ooka Hongye snorted.

"I knew it."

"…How did you know that?"

Serabelle was simply amazed.

He was already quite surprised when Ooka Momiji mentioned Mrs. Suzuki. After all, according to normal logic, even if they were to match him up with someone else, they would pair him with Sonoko.

Although he denied this possibility very decisively at Kiyomizu Temple, but... may I ask, Miss Hongye, how did you immediately associate it with Mrs. Suzuki?

Is this the way of thinking that should be adopted under the influence of universal ethics?

"It's very simple~"

Ooka Hongye turned her head and squinted her eyes and repeated her previous inference in full.

Finally, she puffed out her chest and came close again, raising her face and speaking in a slightly threatening manner.

"So tell me the truth, did Mrs. Suzuki treat you like I did?"

You clearly wanted to say seduction just now...

Serabelle couldn't help but complain in her heart, but she still answered honestly.

"It's probably a lot wilder than this."

"Um?!"

Chapter 591 Xiaolan: There are so many slutty foxes!

Since they had consumed a lot of water in the battle in the bed, and the bath itself would take away water from the body, Serabelle and Ooka Momiji just washed their bodies before getting out of the bath.

Next to the still misty bathroom sink, Serabelle, who had already wiped her body clean and was getting dressed, habitually took her cell phone out of her clothes pocket before putting them on.

But before he put it on, he thought about it and realized that he seemed to have not looked at his phone all afternoon, and now it was already 6:30 in the evening.

I've been out of contact for almost six hours, so I have to check to see if anyone is looking for me...

So Serabelle turned on the screen, and saw a text message pop up on the message bar.

It was sent by Masumi Sera.

【When will you be back, bro?】

It was a very short sentence, and it had not been long since he received it. It was sent about a quarter of an hour ago, when he was still bathing in the bathtub with Ooka Momiji.

After thinking for a moment, Serabelle picked up the phone and replied.

[I'm about to come back. Have you had dinner? 】

buzz~

It may take less than five seconds for the message to be sent before the message comes back from the other end of the phone.

【not yet. 】

This time it was even shorter, just two words.

However, based on what Serabel knew about the tiger-fanged girl, if she only typed two words it was usually just to avoid having to put down her phone to do other things, which would delay the reply to subsequent messages, so she would send two words first to keep the person.

Sure enough, about ten seconds later, a string of new messages came.

[We were just discussing this. Lan said that we should go back tomorrow afternoon, so we want to invite Kazuha and Hattori to have dinner together tonight. But if you can't come back in time, we can change the dinner to tomorrow and go back the day after tomorrow.]

Tomorrow? Isn't that a bit urgent?