People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

what does this mean?

And Ishizawa Nako excitedly pushed her.

Such a good opportunity, once lost, it will never come back.

Do you want your house to be taken away by the bank, and you and your family to sleep on the street with huge debts?

While she was still struggling desperately, Ishizawa Nako woke her up with a word.

then.

She gritted her teeth and wiped away her tears.

She is coming.

Kiko Sasaki stood at the door, holding the beige short windbreaker with both hands to wrap around her upper body, and her lower body was covered with plump legs wearing suspender black stockings.

The two white thighs look even softer between the stockings and the hem of the windbreaker.

This is the black lace stockings with suspenders that she bought for some reason but never wore.

Did you foresee that this day would come?

She called out to the president shamefully, her voice trembling and sharp, like a female cat courting a mate in the spring.

The bald old man was stunned when he heard this, and didn't dare to agree. He was so panicked that he danced with joy. He raised his head and looked at Fang Zuo pleadingly, wishing he could bang his head against the wall to prove his innocence.

Fang Zuo glanced and waved his hand to signal him to leave.

The bald old man widened his eyes and trembled all over, unable to believe it.

I was so excited after escaping death that I couldn't express it in words.

He nodded frantically, showing a grateful expression, and leaped forward.

He shrank his body, squeezed out from a small window next to the floor-to-ceiling window that was only opened 15 degrees, and then jumped from the building.

Fang clapped his hands left and right.

The room suddenly became dark.

"Come in." Fang Zuo said in a low voice.

"Hi!" Kiko Sasaki replied in a low voice.

The trembling throat made the response sound delicate and urgent.

It feels like I am the sushi on the plate.

You put yourself in the customer's mouth.

This made her face even hotter.

Kyoko Sasaki lowered her head, tightly grasped her camel-colored windbreaker with both hands, wrapped herself in it, and walked in.

"President...President." Kiko Sasaki said in a low voice.

"Ms. Sasaki Kyoko, oh no, Mrs. Sasaki Kyoko... What do you want to talk to me about?"

The word 'Madam' was emphasized.

Is this a reminder that I'm married?

Kiko Sasaki was so humiliated that she almost wanted to run away.

But the president's voice made Kyoko Sasaki slightly stunned.

This voice is somewhat familiar.

She looked up slightly.

The room was too dark, with only a little moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading on the hotel carpet and reflecting in the room, making it impossible to see the president's face clearly.

But the figure and voice seem very young, not old at all.

so far so good!

This made Nozomi Sasaki feel relieved. No one wanted a white-haired old man to lie on top of them.

but.

If possible, it would be best to convince him so that he doesn't have to do anything.

Nozomi Sasaki held on to a glimmer of hope.

"President, I'm here hoping you won't lay off our department." Kyoko Sasaki said courageously.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because our department in the company has always been diligent and conscientious. We have never been late for a single day. The company can check the records, and we are always present even when working overtime." Kyoko Sasaki herself felt that the reason she gave was not convincing.

"What the company needs is a department that can generate profits. We are a business organization, not a charity. If all I can do is work diligently, I might as well hire dozens of cows and have them milk me."

Hearing the mocking voice from the other side, Kyoko Sasaki's face turned pale.

Do we really have to use such a shameful method?

"President, many of us still have mortgages and are supporting our elderly and children. If we lose our jobs, our entire family will be ruined." Kyoko Sasaki said gritting her teeth.

"What does that have to do with me? I have compensated you fully according to the law."

"This...this..." Sasaki Kyoko took a deep breath and said, "President, how can we avoid laying off our department?"

"It's simple, just make money for the company."

"Boss, can you please...can you please not lay me off?"

"Are you special? Or are you? Can you make money for the company?"

"I...I..." Kiko Sasaki grabbed her windbreaker with both hands, struggling violently in her heart.

Do you want your whole family to sleep on the street?

Ishizawa Nako's words echoed in my ears.

Kiko Sasaki gritted her teeth and opened her camel windbreaker with both hands.

The windbreaker was not buttoned, and the small body huddled inside the windbreaker was immediately naked like a milk candy after unwrapping.

Sweet, white and smooth.

All I could see was a plump white body wearing a white lace bra.

The two arcs are just the right size.

Next is the waist, which is not thin but well-maintained.

Plump and soft.

The lace material of the thong is so transparent that you can see it clearly.

The hem of the pants is connected with suspenders that stretch the black stockings.

White lace on the upper body and black suspender stockings on the lower body, the black and white are clearly distinguished.

In the hazy moonlight, the white lace carries a hint of holiness.

The black suspender stockings wrapped around her white and plump legs, and as Kiko Sasaki breathed nervously, the semi-transparent black stockings stretched out gave off a faint oily sheen.

Such a conflicting beauty, but wearing a pair of crimson high heels.

It adds a touch of charm.

With a strong hint of meaning.

"Turn around." said the president.

Kiko Sasaki turned her body obediently.

Although her back was facing the president, the windbreaker gave her a greater sense of security.

"Lift up your windbreaker." The president's voice was expressionless.

Kyoko Sasaki has prepared herself mentally.

But I still feel a little ashamed when faced with such instructions.

She stretched her hands back tremblingly and lifted the hem of her windbreaker.

A black thong was tied between the two soft and plump buttocks.

Not so coincidental, but full of feminine charm

"What do you mean? Mrs. Sasaki, if you're using this body to try to change your position, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

The young president's indifferent words made Kyoko Sasaki, who was already shy and trembling slightly, even more frightened.

She lowered the hem of her windbreaker, turned around, and said tremblingly, "President, I...I don't understand."

"Do you know how many women I've been with? If you're just this body and can't offer anything that attracts me, I'm afraid you'll just walk away disappointed."

Hearing this, Kyoko Sasaki was stunned.

I thought of countless possibilities, how old the president was and how he abused me, but I never thought that the president simply disdained me.

"No? Then please go back, Mrs. Sasaki Kiko."

The disdainful tone of the president opposite made Kyoko Sasaki feel a little dissatisfied.

I remember Nako Ishizawa always joking about how fat and precious she was.

Sasaki Kiko said tremblingly: "Yes....Yes, President."

She walked over slowly, wearing red high heels, and couldn't help twisting her waist.

The plump white buttocks that belong to women drooped slightly, and the rhythmic steps of her high heels created ripples.

Kyoko Sasaki approached the young president and smelled his strong masculine scent.

This made her, who had been a widow for so many years, want to speak out.

Her petite body was only at the level of the president's chest.

She wanted to look up at the president's face, but his breath on her face, with a stronger masculine scent, made her feel hot.

He quickly lowered his head.

Her small hands grasped the president's arm, and the strong and fiery muscles made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Kyoko Sasaki gritted her teeth, pulled the president's arm down and pressed it towards herself.

"I'm different from those women, President."

She raised her head, her face flushed, tears in her eyes, and she uttered the last few words almost pleadingly.

“You try…”

“Please…”

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Inside a super luxurious yacht somewhere in Tokyo Bay.

A middle-aged man in golf sportswear was lying on the sofa in the yacht.

"What do you want from me? Don't you know I'm in the sea all night?" the middle-aged man asked angrily.

The bald old man from the Tokyo Imperial Hotel was kneeling respectfully in front of him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, sir." The bald old man knew that his master had this habit, but the situation was urgent, so he had to wait here for him to come back.

The bald old man told everything that had happened.

"What? He's not dead?" The middle-aged man stood up in shock and said, "Didn't the Shinto oracle say he was dead?"

"Not dead, sir." The bald old man smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The loss this time was huge. The sir asked us to pay compensation and he would not let us go until he was satisfied."

"Give compensation? Until he is satisfied?" The middle-aged man paced back and forth, thinking.

"Yes, that's what the gentleman said." The bald old man's head moved left and right following his master's steps.

The middle-aged man stopped and asked: "Is he injured?"

"So... he does look a little pale," the bald old man recalled. "He's definitely never been this pale before."

"That's good. He dared to assassinate a post-god from the Kingdom of God and then escaped back without getting hurt." The middle-aged man sneered, "Tell that 'master' that we will gather all the assets and give them to him. Give him a few days and we will hand them over to him once we are ready."

"Hi! I'll go count the assets now." The bald old man stood up and said.