Besides the three bedrooms, there's also a small KTV room and a movie room.
The second floor has the piloting area with a great view, perfect for steering the yacht and enjoying the scenery simultaneously.
Furthermore, there's a living room, a bar counter, a kitchen corner, etc., and there's an open-air swimming pool on the deck.
The third floor is quite small, just one large round sofa with a table in the middle filled with assorted fruits and chilled beverages.
These are just the basics; there are also other things like jet skis stored in the boat cabin, loungers from where you can watch the yacht's wake, and large beds ideal for sunbathing...
"How much does this cost?" Dubian Che asked.
"Do you want it?" Jiutiao Meijie countered.
"Please don't talk to me as if you'd buy it for me just because I want it; I might take you seriously."
"If you really want it, I could buy it for you."
"No need, it's a waste of money besides during the summer break."
Dubian Che found the room with a nameplate reading "Dubian."
The other two rooms read "Kiyono·Jiutiao (Large)," and "Kiyono·Jiutiao (Small)."
Both mothers spared no effort in trying to make their daughters reconcile.
"I'll sleep with you," Jiutiao Meijie said as she walked into Dubian Che's bedroom.
"They're all here and you want us to sleep in the same room?"
"What if they hear us?" Dubian Che wasn't sure about the yacht's sound insulation.
"Then we just won't do it." Jiutiao Meijie took off her shoes, unbuttoned her skirt, removed her pantyhose, slipped into her panties and T-shirt, and crawled into the bedspread, "I'll take a nap, don't let them bother me."
"..." Dubian Che picked up the skirt and pantyhose.
He opened the suitcase, planning to hang their clothes in the wardrobe, but found it already full of his clothes, even swimsuits.
That meant Mrs. Kiyono had prepared Jiutiao Meijie's clothes in "Kiyono·Jiutiao (Small)?"
He stood up, walked out of the bedroom, planning to fetch them.
Opening the bedroom door, he saw the beautiful curve from her shoulder down to her slim waist; higher up, there was a light blue bra strap.
"..." Dubian Che closed the door, pretending he had seen nothing.
"...Pervert." A cold voice from Kiyono God slipped through the closing door.
"The truly perverted ones would pretend they didn't realize and continue watching a while longer," Dubian Che retorted.
"Don't worry, I wasn't peeking. Weren't you clipping forget-me-nots?"
"How do you know I wasn't changing my clothes? I'm Lady Kiyono; do you think I'd do something like clipping flowers myself?"
"Sorry, I misspoke, but I didn't for a moment think 'Maybe she's changing, let's barge in and peek.'"
"Can you please close the door, Mr. Dubian?"
"Yes yes, Lady Kiyono, but you really do like blue," Dubian Che said as he shut the door.
With nothing else to do, Dubian Che went to the second floor.
Mrs. Kiyono arranged freshly picked forget-me-nots at the kitchen corner; Mrs. Jiutiao, wearing sunglasses, sat at the helm.
Dubian Che approached Mrs. Jiutiao: "Can you pilot a yacht?"
"It's quite easy, not much different from a car." Under Mrs. Jiutiao's navigation, the yacht slowly sailed away from the garden, heading towards the exit of Tokyo Bay.
Dubian Che watched her pilot for a while before suddenly realizing something odd about their numbers.
"Just the five of us? No servants?"
"This way, we have enough freedom," Mrs. Kiyono said as she handed them two glasses of chilled juice.
A yacht traveling along the coastline, from Tokyo to Osaka, and he is the only male...
"Mr. Dubian," Mrs. Jiutiao suddenly said, "your first task."
"Learn to pilot the yacht."
"... So I'm the servant?"
"You're the only male here, right? It's only right you do more work," Mrs. Jiutiao stood up, took off her sunglasses, and put them on Dubian Che.
"A handsome captain!" Mrs. Kiyono, the capitalist, praised, aiming to spur Dubian Che to exert himself.
Dubian Che sat at the helm, casually adjusting the sunglasses:
"Then, allow me to lead you ladies into the depths of the sea."
[You have one new email]