"No, it's nothing..." Haruka Yuzan shook his head.
Speaking of which, it had been a while since he and Sister Reiko had developed new CGs and maps... Mainly because there were indeed quite a few people in the villa now, especially when cooking in the kitchen, where Miss Chiba would always follow along...
Now... it seemed like he was in a period of life that he couldn't afford to miss, an opportunity at hand...
"Oh, oh," Reiko Onodera didn't ponder much, being somewhat airheaded, madam was absolutely not going to think about what might happen in the kitchen... or elsewhere...
After all, it all came down to personality; if it were Misaki-sensei right now, she would've already sidled up to the boys and started flaunting her youthful figure...
Once Haruka took the bait, he then began to act embarrassingly pure and innocent, "Tadaima, tadaima," when actually he was inwardly bursting with joy, but madam would definitely not do that...
the kitchen fell back into silence, with the occasional sounds of running water and chopping, the work was done methodically, and the division of labor between the two was very clear...
Unfortunately, such a state didn't last long; having seemingly prepared the beef properly, Haruka Yuzan slowly walked over to the beautiful mature lady and began to ask,
"Sister Reiko, do you need help?"
Reiko Onodera was busy rinsing tomatoes and lettuce, the clear water slowly running down the creases of the lettuce, the remaining droplets being rubbed by those pale, delicate hands.
"Thank you, Haruka, but I can handle these," she said.
Madam's efficiency was high; the washed lettuce was placed aside in a container, such a small task was naturally not something she wished to trouble the young man with,
However, Reiko Onodera still gave the young man that warm smile,
"If you've finished with the beef, Haruka, you can rest in the living room for a bit; I can take care of the rest." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel·fire·net
As she spoke, she used her wrist to wipe the sweat from her forehead, the kitchen, perspiration, the mature beauty working in the kitchen was drenched with sweat,
Every single attribute was so enticing...
"It's okay, Sister Reiko, let me help you."
Not giving madam a chance to refuse, Haruka Yuzan directly embraced the mature and sensual body from behind, stretching his arms out to seize those small, fair hands that were washing the tomatoes.
"We can wash them faster if we work together," he said.
Madam had a rather tall figure, and standing together with Haruka, she was about chin level to him. A slight sniff and he could smell the faint jasmine aroma.
"Sister Reiko, I'm hungry, the faster we finish, the sooner we can eat..."
He whispered into madam's ear, the tight pressing of their skin was genuinely irresistible.
"Mmm, alright, okay."
The gentle and kind madam never refused a young man's request, and since she couldn't change the situation, she could only wash the tomatoes as quickly as possible...
Nodding her head, Reiko Onodera's cheeks were flushed red as if drunk, tender and pink as if begging to be bitten...
Sure enough, their current position made washing the tomatoes much more efficient, that is... during the process, there was always one of them being restless.
Haruka Yuzan held Reiko Onodera, watching the clear water flow, feeling the delicate skin in his embrace, occasionally couldn't resist kissing her lips gently and nipping at her earlobes, which was quite normal, right...
"Ha-Haruka... it's ticklish..."
Reiko Onodera felt a little uncomfortable and wiggled a bit, her earlobe captured by the man behind her, indeed feeling ticklish.
"Sss, Sister Reiko..."
The person in his arms suddenly moved and for Haruka Yuzan, it was a fatal blow, as madam wore nothing but an apron over her white tank top and black shorts.
The thin cloth felt nearly absent, and it was truthfully lethal...
"Then stop touching my ear; it's too ticklish..." Reiko Onodera pouted and spoke.
"Alright, I'll stop."
Haruka Yuzan took a deep breath and withdrew his hand from the water, casually wiping it on the apron.
Then, immediately after... the kitchen faucet was turned on...
Upstairs, at the end of the hallway, the second-to-last bedroom,
The scantily clad Spice Girl casually lay on the bed scrolling through her phone, her manicured fingers continuously swiping the screen, seemingly refreshing something.
But, no matter how much she refreshed, there were only 20,000 yen; right below the balance was the transaction history,
June 4th, 5:01 PM, transfer: 50,000 yen.
Eventually, it seemed to irritate Arisugawa Hoshina to the point of annoyance as she aggressively threw her phone aside, her heaving chest indicating her mood was quite foul.
The evening breeze from outside brought a hint of coolness to Spice Girl's face,
After a long silence, she composed herself and stared blankly at the exquisitely decorated ceiling, inevitably slipping into contemplation,
Should she consider changing her job... working at the convenience store was a bit slow...
But, what job would suit her better?
Thinking it over, she found her mood turning irritable again, so she simply took her phone and stepped out of the bedroom. The hallway was quiet, the evening sun beaming in through the glass, casting long shadows by the windows that stretched all the way to where Arisugawa Hoshina stood, stopping just at her feet...