My girlfriend is a bad lady

However, when Toru Watanabe pressed lightly on her and lifted her bangs, she stretched out her arms again and wrapped them around Toru Watanabe's neck.

Toru Watanabe pulled the hem of her short sleeves out of her skirt and stroked her skin, which was as smooth as cream and as soft as satin.

Miki Kujo let go of Toru Watanabe's neck with both hands and motioned for him to take off her short-sleeved shirt.

……

"You go get some sleep, I'll go fill the bathtub."

"Ah."

Miki Kujo pulled up the messy sheets to cover her chest and waist.

Toru Watanabe got up and adjusted the room temperature to a level where he wouldn't feel cold even without wearing any clothes, then went to the bathroom to run some hot water.

The bathtub is so big that it takes ten minutes to fill it up.

Miki Kujo had already fallen asleep, but Toru Watanabe didn't wake her up and just carried her into the bathroom.

Halfway through, Kujo Miki unconsciously stretched out her arms, skillfully put her arms around his neck, and put her face on his chest.

Toru Watanabe was too lazy to rinse the two of them and just sat in the bathtub.

The water overflowed all of a sudden.

The two of them were soaked in hot water, and the naked Kujo Miki was sandwiched between his legs.

Toru Watanabe drank an iced drink with one hand and stroked the girl's body swaying in the water with the other hand.

Miki Kujo finally woke up, stretched, yawned, and leaned her head on Toru Watanabe's chest.

"Give me a sip." She asked in a low voice with a satisfaction and somewhat tired tone.

Watanabe Toru took a big sip and leaned over to feed her.

After he finished drinking, Kujo Miki hit him on the chest with the back of her head, as if to say, "I told you to feed it in the normal way."

After taking a bath, Watanabe Toru felt relaxed all over. Although he was not tired at all, he still fell asleep while hugging Kujo Miki.

When the two of them slept together, she usually leaned to one side and Toru Watanabe hugged her from behind.

Miki Kujo liked to rest her head on his arm, which used to cause her to feel numb from the pressure.

As for the lower body, it depends on the situation.

When Kujo Miki is happy, Watanabe Toru can put his legs on her; when she is in an average mood, he will be clamped between her legs; when she is in a bad mood, they will stick together like pieces of a puzzle.

There are so many different postures after waking up in the morning that it is impossible to summarize them.

He was unlucky and pressed on Miki Kujo's hair four times in one night. Watanabe Toru simply wrapped himself in a quilt and slept on the floor. This kind of thing has happened to him before.

It really rained in the evening, and the rain fell on the wooden windows, making a pleasant tapping sound.

Watanabe Toru woke up thirsty and walked into the Japanese-style room while drinking water.

I pushed open the wooden window, and although it was raining, the moonlight was soft and transparent, pouring in as if it had been waiting for a long time.

The view outside the window was beautiful. Watanabe Toru put down the cup and picked up Kujo Miki along with the quilt.

"What are you doing?" Miki Kujo opened her eyes with difficulty and then closed them immediately.

"Let me show you something good."

"Can't tomorrow be possible?" When she was half asleep, the eldest lady would occasionally use a coquettish tone.

Watanabe Toru ignored him and walked straight into the Japanese-style room with him in his arms.

He placed Kujo Miki in his arms, wrapped both of them in the quilt, leaving only their faces exposed, and sat down on the tatami facing the window.

Without waking up Kujo Miki who was sleeping with her head tilted, he reached out his hot hands to the girl's shoulders and stroked her belly.

It didn't take long.

"Oh, you're so annoying." Kujo Miki opened her eyes, "What are you looking at?"

"Yeah." Toru Watanabe pointed outside the window.

Miki Kujo looked over.

In the bright autumn rain, yellow lanterns that reach all the way to the sky dot the quaint streets of Kyoto.

In the yard with lights nearby, there is a maple tree, with red leaves dripping with water droplets. In the distance is the majestic Dongshan Mountain.

After going through wind and rain, Kyoto's thousand-year-old beauty is all here.

Miki Kujo was also addicted to the night.

"Meiji, can you promise me something?"

"Hmm?" Kujo Miki responded lazily.

"From now on, it doesn't matter how you punish me, but can you please stop hurting ordinary people?" Toru Watanabe whispered in her ear.

The voices of tourists talking on the nearby ancient street were already blurred as they reached here through the rain.

"I said no." Miki Kujo looked out the window, her voice devoid of emotion.

"No matter what happened in the past, let it go. In the future, I hope we can trust each other."

"Are you threatening me?"

Watanabe Toru hugged her tightly and said softly but firmly: "It's not a threat, I hope you can change for me... Are you willing?"

The bright moonlight passed through the window, covering the two of them like a searchlight.

"Before you die." After saying this, Kujo Miki relaxed her body again and leaned in Watanabe Toru's arms as if she was about to fall asleep.

Watanabe Toru laughed.

His hand slid from Kujo Miki's shoulder, down her arm to her palm.

In the darkness of the night, Toru Watanabe lifted up Miki Kujo's left hand and put a ring on her ring finger.

In the moonlight, Miki Kujo looked at the ring.

It is impossible to tell the material. The ring is made of nine vines, and on the ring face, wrapped under the nine vine leaves, is a blood-red square gem.

"We're not engaged yet, right?" Miki Kujo squinted her eyes with satisfaction.

Toru Watanabe did not answer. He leaned over and sucked her lips greedily, like a child who was reluctant to eat jelly in one bite.

Kujo Miki lowered her eyes quietly.

(Proofreader's note: See Appendix Chapter 5 for the short play)

Chapter 164 School Trip (13)

November 5th, Thursday, the third day of the school trip.

In the early morning, it was quiet all around and Watanabe woke up.

Before he could open his eyes, his hand had already touched Kujo Miki's slippery and warm body.

Miki Kujo groaned in dissatisfaction, unconsciously pushed him away and turned her back.

Toru Watanabe moved closer and hugged her from behind.

This time, Kujo Miki did not escape. She adjusted her position in his arms and continued to sleep comfortably.

At this time, Toru Watanabe opened his eyes.

In the faint morning light shining through the curtains, Kujo Miki's skin looked so soft, even crystal clear.

As long as Toru Watanabe sucked lightly, it would leave a purple bruise - because it would not fade for a long time, after the first time, Kujo Miki would not allow him to do it again.

After a while, Kujo Miki slowly opened her eyes: "What time is it?"

"Half past five."

"Is it still raining?"

“I don’t know when it stopped.”

Miki Kujo closed her eyes again. There was still half an hour before she returned to Tokyo.

Just as she was about to sleep a little longer, she suddenly felt Watanabe Toru's hand moving around. Thinking he was not behaving himself again, she took his hand out of the quilt again.

"What are you doing?" She opened her eyes impatiently.

What caught her eye was Watanabe's slender left hand with distinct joints. His nails were neatly trimmed at her request.

In this hand that can be stared at all day without any problem, there is a hair slightly thicker than the head, slightly curly and slightly short, sandwiched between the ring finger and the index finger.

"Yours?" Toru Watanabe looked at her.

"Are you blind? It's yours at first glance." Kujo Miki said unhappily.

"No, no, no," Watanabe Toru shook his head seriously in denial, "This color is obviously yours."

"Color?" Miki Kujo looked carefully but found no difference.

"How about a practical comparison?" As he said this, Watanabe Toru was about to crawl into the quilt.

"You are sick!" Kujo Miki cursed, rolled up all the quilts and wrapped herself up, "If you want to compare, compare yourself!"

"No, this matter must be clarified!" Watanabe Toru said, standing up and pressing on Kujo Miki.

Wrapped in the quilt, Miki Kujo looked up at him with her beautiful eyes. She looked very cute and a little pitiful.

He dropped the curls in his hands and kissed them.

……

Miki Kujo was getting dressed beside the bed.

"Why don't you just stay and come back with me the day after tomorrow." Toru Watanabe was lying on the bed, playing with the hem of her long skirt in his hands.

Kujo Miki's face was still flushed, and her voice was charming. She glanced at him and said, "To enjoy power and wealth, you have to pay a price. I am the only one left in this generation of the Kujo family. If I stay with you every day, some people will take advantage of it."

"It's too hard, do you need any help?" said Toru Watanabe.

"Okay, don't you want to be the Prime Minister? Once I win the seat for Kanagawa Prefecture's second district, I can give it to you later."

"No, I'm kidding, my dream is to retire at 25."

"Change your dream. Give me the socks."

Toru Watanabe found the socks and handed them to her.

While Kujo Miki was fixing her hair, Watanabe Toru got out of bed and started getting dressed, and ended up finishing faster than her.

Jingliu and the driver were already waiting at the door. Watanabe Toru hugged Kujo Miki reluctantly for a while before letting her get in the car.

Miki Kujo rested her hands on the central armrest and closed her eyes to rest.

As the car drove along the Tokaido, she said, "Let the people from Iwate Prefecture withdraw."

"Miss," Jingliu whispered, "A high school student has such skills. You have also seen the video of his shooting practice. And why did he happen to appear in Ochanomizu? I think it is prudent for you to let him stay with you..."

"No need." Kujo Miki, who still had her eyes closed, interrupted her.

Jingliu wanted to persuade her, but when he looked up, he suddenly noticed that the eldest lady, who never wore any jewelry, suddenly had a ring on her left hand.

Yesterday there was nothing there.

"Yes." She lowered her head again.

……

After watching the car disappear at the end of the street, Toru Watanabe did not turn back to the hotel, but ran along the deserted "Sannenzaka" in the early morning.

It was foggy, the shops were closed, there was still rain water on the bluestone road, and only two photographers with cameras were taking pictures.

Toru Watanabe ran through the empty streets.

I ran past "Nenenzaka", "Kiyomizu-zaka", the kimono rental shop, "Plum Blossom Hall", and all the way to "Kiyomizu-dera Temple";

This is just a warm-up, turn right, "Asahido", "Okamoto Textile Main Store", "Caishian";

Finally, I ran towards "Nenenzaka".

The route forms a triangle, with a total length of 1500 meters, and was run three laps.

……

Qingye Rin walked into the restaurant, chose breakfast, and sat down in an empty seat.