My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Yellow fin?" Toru Watanabe took a forget-me-not from the vase and put it between the pages that Kiyono Rin saw.

Placing the book on the bar, the two men walked towards the stern.

"We usually eat bluefin tuna, but yellowfin tuna is more abundant and tastes worse in comparison."

“We don’t fish for food, we fish for fun.”

In the shadow of the stern, two ladies sat on the sofa, drinking red wine and enjoying the sea breeze.

The small table in front of them was also filled with various fruits and desserts.

"Let's go a little further, around three or four in the afternoon, and then stop the yacht and go out to the sea to play," Mrs. Kujo said to the two of them comfortably.

"You can see four people's swimsuits, Watanabe-kun," Mrs. Kiyono teased.

"I'm looking forward to it." Watanabe Toru smiled, "I've been wanting to see your body for a long time."

Qingye Lin frowned and stared at him with cold eyes.

"Ah, it seems to be true." Mrs. Qingye covered her mouth with her hands and said happily, "It's really nice to be expected by young people."

"I want to see the little belly Aunt Maki mentioned." said Toru Watanabe.

Mrs. Kiyono's smile froze.

"It's gone!" She glanced at Watanabe Toru resentfully and took a sip of wine angrily.

"Hahaha!" Mrs. Kujo slapped the sofa with her hand that was not holding the wine glass, and her laughter mixed with the sound of the waves.

Qing Ye Lin couldn't help but smile: "Watanabe-san, enough is enough."

"It's cute to have a little belly," Toru Watanabe explained to her.

"What about making Miki-san have a little belly?"

"Forget it then."

"Watanabe-kun, come here." Kiyono Yuko waved her hand, as if she had something good to show him.

"I'll go fishing for you." Toru Watanabe picked up the fishing rod on the cabin wall and went to the deck.

The sea breeze is blowing, you can see the Tokyo Bay gradually receding, and smell the scent of the ocean tide.

After putting on the bait and throwing it out with force, the fishing line is stretched and the reel makes a powerful sound.

After feeling the refreshing sea breeze for a while, I had to secure the fishing rod to the stern of the boat and go back because the sun was too strong.

Kiyono Rin held a coconut with a straw in it, and drank it in small sips.

Watanabe Tetsuya took one from the bowl full of ice cubes, took a big sip, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"Why can't I see Miki?" Mrs. Kujo asked Toru Watanabe.

"Sleeping," he replied.

"One is reading and the other is sleeping. It doesn't feel like a vacation at all," said Mrs. Kiyono.

"Doing what you want to do is like taking a vacation." Watanabe Toru said in a relaxed tone.

"Did you do what you wanted to do, Watanabe?" Qingno Rin's pink lips loosened the straw and looked over.

"Correction, doing anything is a vacation."

"Watanabe-kun," Mrs. Kujo suddenly asked, "There are only five of us on the boat. Tell us honestly, which one do you like better, Miki or Rin?"

"Is that even a question? Of course it's Meiji."

The two ladies stared at Watanabe Toru, and from his expression, they could only tell that 'this is the truth'.

The two looked at Kiyono Rin again.

Qingye Rin has a blank expression on her face. If you say she is indifferent, she is a bit indifferent, but if you say she is pretending to be indifferent, there is also a bit of that flavor in her.

"Two cunning little devils." Mrs. Kujo put the wine glass on the table with a "pop". "Prepare lunch, go wake up Meiji."

Watanabe Toru returned to the first floor.

In the air-conditioned bedroom, Miki Kujo was sleeping soundly under a thin blanket.

He crawled in from the foot of the bed, the thin blanket rising and falling, and his head popped out from the headboard.

His hands naturally wrapped around Kujo Miki's waist and he whispered:

"Woke up."

Miki Kujo didn't even open her eyes, she leaned into his arms and continued to sleep.

Toru Watanabe placed his hands on her waist, moved them down, and began to knead her round and firm buttocks.

After a while, Kujo Miki opened her eyes and stared at him without any emotion.

"Get up." Watanabe Toru looked at her.

Kujo Miki sighed heavily, full of helplessness, and said dryly: "Get up."

Watanabe Toru slid out of bed first: "What pants are you wearing?"

"Skirt." Miki Kujo sat up in bed and the quilt slipped off her.

She stretched, and she could see the slender waist, a little bit of the edge of her underwear.

Toru Watanabe found a light-colored long skirt for her.

Miki Kujo got off the bed, stepped on the carpet with her delicate feet, put on her clothes and fixed her hair in front of the mirror.

"Help me take a look." When she had almost finished tidying up, she turned around and asked Watanabe Toru who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Toru Watanabe stood up and walked over.

"Hmm..." He held up Meiji's face and looked at her carefully.

"What's wrong?" asked Miki Kujo.

"Meiji."

"Ok?"

"Hold me."

"You're crazy. Let's talk about it tonight." As she said that, Kujo Miki was about to push Watanabe Toru away and take her face back from his hands.

The moment she put her hands on Watanabe Toru's chest, Watanabe Toru leaned over and kissed her lips.

Miki Kujo hit him with her hand, then responded to his kiss passionately.

Her slender hands naturally wrapped around Watanabe Toru's waist, and she was immersed in an intimate and harmonious kiss.

Watanabe Toru took his hands off her face and placed them on her shoulders. He paused for a moment, then continued to move his right hand down...

"Okay, you." Kujo Miki pushed him away.

"Just a little bit." Toru Watanabe looked at his right hand and said regretfully.

Kujo Miki turned and walked towards the bedroom door, stretched out her hand, and just before opening it, she turned her head and said:

"Let your aggressive fellow behave himself a little."

“…I’m trying.”

"Also, don't embarrass me when everyone wears swimsuits on this trip."

"If I'm embarrassed, it's because you made my heart flutter at some point."

"Are you ready?" Miki Kujo asked impatiently.

"How about we come..."

Kujo Miki opened the door and walked away.

Toru Watanabe stayed in the bedroom, making the bed and checking the system.

[Temporary event reward: "Gift from the Sea"*1]

[Player obtains "Mastery Level Surfing"]

[Player obtains "Mastery Level Sea Fishing"]

[Player obtains "Mastery Level Diving"]

The reward was so generous that Watanabe Toru stopped trying to make the bed.

Is this the 'given that players' enthusiasm for the game is extremely low, the quality of rewards will be improved'?

The original reward was to choose one out of three? Maybe it was just "Mastery".

These three skills are optional, but they can help Toru Watanabe enjoy this yacht trip more.

"Can I really turn into an octopus as big as Cthulhu? What will yachts look like in the future?" Watanabe Toru was very excited.

Not to mention the "Gift from the Sea +3", this time the [Reward Quality Improvement], the reward for completing the second task, is worth looking forward to.

The two wives don't need to think about it, even if he has a hundred ways to make an accident, and let the two accidentally hug his waist, he will not do it-this is why the system improves the quality of rewards.

The only one left is Kiyono Rin.

Although the two are just friends, they hugged each other's waist because of an "accident"...

"Wait, wait! Watanabe Toru, we just decided last night to care for each other, understand each other, and not do things that would make them angry or disappointed. And today you're thinking about hugging other women's waists?"

'Be responsible!'

Watanabe Toru broke free from the temptation of [Reward Quality Improvement].

"Ah." A sigh came from the door.

Kujo Miki walked in.

"What a hassle." She said as she walked to the bed and pushed Watanabe Toru down.

"Hurry up, okay?" she said in an impatient commanding tone, reaching out to unbutton Watanabe Toru's pants.

"Hmm?" She paused, then smiled contemptuously: "Brother, why are you not okay?"

"Sister, right away..."

"Come out when you're quiet." Kujo Miki turned and left without mercy.

Toru Watanabe looked at her departing back, then looked at the guy who had become aggressive again, and he wanted to lift the bed and throw it back into Tokyo Bay from here.

Wasting time again...

When he returned to the second floor, he smelled an appetite-stimulating aroma.

Behind the cooking table, Yuko Kiyono was frying steak.

She was cutting something on the chopping board, standing the steak up, and taking something out of the refrigerator.

His movements were brisk and very skillful, with a sense of ease and composure.

"Why did you take so long?" She glanced at Watanabe Toru.

Fortunately, she just asked casually, and immediately continued: "It will be ready soon. Let me show you my mother's cooking skills."

"Watching your deft movements at the cooking table and smelling the aroma, I know how good you are." Watanabe Toru walked to the bar, "Do you need help?"

"Just praise me there." Yuko Kiyono kept pouring oil on the steak.

"Open your eyes slowly and see if Mother Kiyono is at the cooking table~"

"The waves don't understand my feelings, the summer breeze takes away the fragrance~"

"Ah——my dear mother Kiyono, there is no one who can replace her~"

"That unrivaled steak! That juicy beef..."

"Your singing reminds me of the popo fish." Kiyono Rin interrupted "To Kiyono's Mother at the Kitchen Counter" which was arranged, written and sung by Watanabe Toru.

"Can fish in the sea make sounds?" Watanabe Toru asked curiously.

"No, it's just that it's so ugly that even I, who don't care about appearance, find it ugly."

"Hey, hey, hey, Qingye-san, listen carefully, my singing is not bad anymore."

"I want to apologize to the Bobo fish. It knows it is ugly, so it lives in the underwater world below 800 meters. And you are so arrogant and have no self-awareness, saying in front of me that your singing is not bad."

"I admit that you sing well, but I really don't sing badly, right, mother Kiyono?" Toru Watanabe turned his head and asked Kiyono Yuko at the kitchen counter.

"Hmm..." Mrs. Kiyono was very troubled, "It's better not to sing while eating."