"Haruka, please don't ever let me treat you ." Otome Mizuko looked down at Haruka Yuzan lying beneath her, her fingers gently traced his Adam's apple, leaving trails of white marks.
"Otherwise, it would really hurt me."
Haruka Yuzan did not respond; instead, he arched his back slightly, and the beautiful creature on top of him was immediately on high alert, her originally erect posture suddenly softened, collapsing onto him.
"Haruka, I really like you."
Although she was already finding it difficult to bear, the young lady still chose to hold him tightly.
And Haruka Yuzan responded to Otome Mizuko with actions.
Saturday, clear skies, partly cloudy.
Tokyo is a city where cherry blossoms can be found in all four seasons.
In the evening, many people clad in traditional dress could be seen on the streets, holding umbrellas adorned with flowers, carrying food boxes wrapped in brocade as they headed towards parks or riverbanks.
For a moment, this industrialized city seemed to transform into a famous ancient capital.
The aura of culture pervaded every street and alley.
Every face was brimming with expectant smiles, and even those already at work seemed to have found the youth and comfort of their younger days on this day.
Today, the residents of the villa had also donned traditional dress. Reiko Onodera wore white cherry blossom kimono, the patterns of snow flowers and moonlit blossoms on the hem swaying gently as she walked, exuding the charm of a mature lady.
This reminded Haruka Yuzan of a modern Japanese poem:
"Adorned ladies return from cherry blossom viewing, their hearts undid the silken kimono belts, one strand after another, resplendent and colorful, a feast for the eyes."
Today, the lady's face was made up subtly, and when she looked at Haruka Yuzan, her almond-shaped eyes were affectionate and tender.
"Sister Reiko, you really look incredible."
Haruka Yuzan spoke inadvertently, then added, "You should wear this set tonight."
Reiko Onodera gave him a look but shyly nodded her head.
"What are you guys talking about?"
A small head quickly peered out from behind the lady; Misaki Saki's naturally round face was also lightly made up, cherry-like lips glossy and enticing, delicate eyelashes charmingly lilted, big watery eyes blinking.
The little delinquent girl was dressed in a children's kimono, her hair done up in a bun, her youthful body giving Haruka Yuzan a sudden feeling.
"You show up every time something comes up."
He said speechlessly.
"What? What?! What?!"
Misaki Saki kept asking incessantly, afraid she would miss out on any fun, before she jumped onto Haruka Yuzan, hanging off him.
The tart green apple rubbed against Haruka Yuzan's arm through the kimono, flustered by the little delinquent girl's antics, he could only say:
"Come to my room dressed tonight, and you'll see."
"Hey, you're planning to eat behind my back again!" Misaki Saki's face instantly puffed up unhappily.
"What are you sneaking, Misaki sister?"
That was when Rika Onodera also came running over, the genuine innocence of a little girl. Mariko Akiyama followed behind her, dressed in a modest kimono.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Even past forty, the aunty had an indescribable charm about her.
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Misaki Saki huffed, but she was already being lifted off by Haruka Yuzan.
The little delinquent girl did not leave; today, the police station had notified her to claim a body.
That's when a young girl slowly emerged from the room, and upon seeing her, Haruka Yuzan's breathing stalled, and his heart involuntarily started beating unsteadily.
Silver hair like a cascading waterfall adorned with a wreath, pure and ethereal, as if cherry blossoms of spring had fallen, her eyes bright as stars, twinkling with tenderness and wisdom.
Defined facial contours, rosy lips, a striking nose bridge; every detail revealed a sense of natural beauty.
Adorned in a white kimono with floral patterns, elegant yet vibrant, the kimono's design classical with flowing sleeves and belts, and delicate blue embroidered blossoms.
These small embroidered blossoms decorated the kimono like flowers blooming in spring, the hand fan in her hands fluttering gently, a golden purse in her hands glittering in the sunlight.
A beauty beyond description.
"Hey, you lecher, wipe that drool off your chin—it's about to drip!" Misaki Saki huffed.
It was then that Haruka Yuzan came back to his senses, "Cough cough, what do you know."
"Shimizu, you look really beautiful tonight."