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I don’t have the sequel to this novel, “The Secret Art of Pleasing,” either, so I’m hoping that someone who does have the book can provide it. Thank you!
Chapter 4: The Seductive Angel
（１）
While penetrating her hot, wet body, Miki’s favorite part of Komaki Knotweed’s face.
It may have been agonizing for Miki’s big meat stick, but that was also the source of the pleasure it brought her.
And Miki was probably thinking the same thing! I don’t know how many times I’ve penetrated Knotty Flower. But every time when Miki sent his big meat stick inside, there was something new.
While he was now able to resist that sweetness, he had failed from time to time in the past. That was when he was young.
The first time I had sex with Yuka was when I was in high school. At the time, Miki was on the high school soccer team, and was not hard to find opponents for intercourse.
The girls come closer on their own, and Knotflower is one of them.
But when one hugged Knotflower once, one didn’t want to hug another woman. Knotflower’s body is so good.
In fact, when he and Knotflower were still in a honeymoon relationship, he hadn’t just been good at it because of his physical excellence.
When it is decided that the soccer team will compete in the national tournament, five players, including Miki, get into a violent incident with students from another school.
Miki then left the soccer team. When this opportunity in third grade was lost, Miki lost his passion for school, and for soccer.
As soon as you go out, you do not go to school, but go to the street to sneak to go, while and people often fight.
And in one of the fights, one of the opponents was seriously injured, and Miki was sent to the Juvenile Identification Center, where another incident occurred, and then sent to the Special Juvenile Home.
They weren’t there to pick him up when he came out, that’s for sure. Not really two parents! They were dead mom’s sister and brother-in-law, so it wasn’t a particular shock.
But Yuka was the only one who came to greet him. Yuka is also a single parent, so they leave home and live together.
But Miki, who came back from the juvenile home, had no way to find a good job. Even if she finds one, it doesn’t last long because she gets into fights with her bosses or customers. And life is supported by Yuka, who works as a barmaid.
Yuka, who just got out of high school, immediately becomes No.1 because of her looks and body, but Miki’s life, on the contrary, is getting worse and worse.
It takes money, and if you have money, you can buy a car, you can wear nice clothes, live in a nice house, and eat nice food.
Sometimes, in order to ask for money, they also become thieves or gamble.
You don’t need a degree to be a thief, but you do need skills, but not if you gamble.
But all you get from gambling is borrowed money. In order to pay back the money Knotflower has to become a bubble bath girl.
Later on, Miki told Yukika to stop working as a bubble girl and instead pay off her debt completely with the money she earned.
Miki found another occupation at the gas station, owned by a fat old man with a red face.
Since he caught Miki coming back from the juvenile home, he was only given 60% of his salary. And there was strict monitoring of the tips he received from the customers, but he put up with it.
Miki hates rich people. But the definition of the so-called rich people is very vague. For Miki, the customers who buy knotted flowers, the customers who ride in high-class cars, and the owner of a gas station who makes false accounts and under-reported taxes are all typical of them.
Hated but not envious of them, and vowed himself to be rich and the object of envy one day.
But the assault on the owner happened during his fourth month on the job. When the master learned that Knotflower was a bubble girl.
“If you don’t want Miki to be dismissed, let me hug.”
Saying that he was going to forcefully hug, at that time it was at the office of the gas station. That day Miki went out to work because of his master’s order. Of course that was planned.
Although Knotflower didn’t say anything, she looked strange, so she forced her to tell the truth.
The next day, when he arrived at the office, he struck at his master, who was sitting in a chair, and there was a sound of a broken nose.
“What’s wrong?”
The master crawled up bleeding and looked at Untree.
“This is your gift back for taking a shot at Knotflower.”
Miki said righteously.
“I beg to differ.”
“Get outta here!”
“Then bring me my severance pay quickly.”
“No kidding, you’re from the Junior Academy, aren’t you!”
“I’m going to sue you for what happened yesterday.”
The master wasn’t scared at all, but instead surfaced with a smile.
“Do it! All I have to do on my side is hire a good lawyer, and I’ll be sure to say that the little girl seduced me, and which side will the court believe, my word or the testimony of you, the man who came back from the juvenile home?”
Seeing such a brazen and shameless person, Miki was about to resort to violence again.
“You hit me one more time and I’ll charge you with assault.”
A victorious smile appeared on his face.
But Miki’s attention suddenly shifted to the black briefcase sitting on the table. Every morning the owner always carried it with great care and put it in the vault, and it was always brought home with him when he returned home.
“And in it is kept the money earned during the day, and the ledger.”
He had been told so from the old store.
The master climbed up as if he understood Miki’s intentions, and was about to pick it up when Miki had already seized it before him.
“Give it back!”
Once again, the guy was knocked down again, from which he took out the private bill.
“This is being mailed to me until the severance pay is available.”
“Wait, I’ll give you your severance pay, but that quick…”
The Lord folded both hands.
“Then prepare five million dollars!”
“How did the severance pay get so high?”
“That also includes the paycheck you’re milking me for. It’s too cheap. If you don’t like it, I’ll…”
“Got it.”
The master hung his head through gritted teeth.
After quitting the gas station, he and Knotflower set up a beauty trap to get money, and this one is where it all begins.
（２）
Usually find fools in the lobby or bar of a hotel. It’s not limited to Tokyo, sometimes I go elsewhere and try to be a first class hotel.
Putting an eye on the fact that people in general relax themselves when they are traveling, and if they are in the same place, they will attract the attention of the people in the hotel.
It’s not hard to find fools, and that’s because Knotflower is just too attractive, and Miki wouldn’t have to work hard to find fools.
It’s when Knotflower gets into trouble with someone over money that Miki shows up. But there are also customers in this group who don’t want to pay.
So most guests, when asked to pay more than they would at a bubble bathhouse, are usually not unfair. And there are tippers, even those who want to see them again the next day.
But the pain from the old days of watching Yuka work at the bathhouse every day reawakens again.
And it was a year after that job that I would meet that man.
In an open-air bathhouse in one of the onsen towns in Fukuoka, Kyushu, Miki was called.
He was still around forty years old, but by looking at what he was wearing and his appearance, he knew that he was rich and well established.
For Miki, it would be better for Yuka to be hugged by a man like that rather than being hugged by one of those bald, and pot-bellied men. But of course that was all some unconscious choice.
“The man said he wanted to see you.”
When returning to that cheap hotel where Miki was staying after being hugged for the night, Yuka said so. Maybe it’s some kind of trouble! But Yuka gave him 100,000 yen, so he went with Yuka to that first-class hotel.
The man greeted the two with a smile.
“Seriously. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a fuck as good as that, and she’s not only good-looking, but she’s physically and mentally perfect for me. So, what’s up? Stay a few more days? If it’s good, you can stay next door to me.”
“That’s great.”
Miki looked at Knotflower with a complicated expression.
“My name is Kihiko Jonouchi.”
The man said in a steady tone.
Even if Miki knew he was a young president of a big TV company, he wouldn’t do anything underhanded.
For Untsuki, who had little or no education, he was quite averse to titles. And for those who liked to show off their titles, it was even more unbearable. But it would be forgivable if he held the same attitude no matter who he was talking to.
But almost all of them have different standards when it comes to their subordinates and their superiors, as if they were turning over their palms, and the distrust of such people is difficult to remove.
And this current job is a business. The one who pays and the one who pays are on equal footing. Therefore, even if the other party is the president of a TV company, there is no need to be humble.
And Jounouchi didn’t mean to try to reveal his title, and didn’t think less of Miki and Yuka’s intentions.
Let’s say the claim is that the buyer and seller are on the same page, that all becomes an excuse for the buyer.
Although the mouth didn’t say it out loud, it bought more or less a cold attitude towards the other party who sold the body. The seller usually has the special ability to recognize this phenomenon.
But I don’t feel that way about Jonouchi. Maybe it’s because he can hide it well! But because I can’t feel it, I think he’s different from others.
(A man like this is a big man, right?)
Miki thought so. And the following sentence from Jonouchi decided everything.
“It’s not just her. I’m interested in you too. I wanted to call you because I like your eyes, you have ambition in them, the flavor of that hungry beast. It’s rare among young Japanese these days, and I’m looking for young talent. We can’t keep using people born in the Showa single-digit era.”
There was really no reason to refuse Jounouchi’s request.
From that day on, the marvelous life of Jonouchi, Yuka and Miki began.
And it wasn’t long before it became clear that not only was Jonouchi the president of the TV company, but he was also the godfather of a budding religion of the Demon King’s Society.
And coming to Fukuoka is also about the Demon King Society.
When Jonouchi traveled around the country on business with his secretary, he also took Yukana and Miki along with him. And every night Jonouchi would call Knotflower to come to bed.
（３）
“How’s Jonouchi?” Asked Knotflower that once.
“Very gentle.”
“What about intercourse?”
“Very gentle.”
“It doesn’t seem to bother me!”
“No, why do you ask?”
“If it’s annoying, it’s better to end the relationship early.”
“It’s too bad that the president takes such good care of Miki.”
“That’s why you don’t want to force a flower.”
“But I don’t hate it!”
Knotflower denied it.
“That’s good.”
Miki interrupted everything by saying that. But as for the president’s earlier comment, “I’m interested in you.”
and the interruption afterwards felt a little suspicious.
On second thought, was it possible that he was not aiming to knit flowers? The heart felt strange.
(Fools are supposed to be ugly.)
The forging in his Junior Academy days had transformed his big meat stick into a ferocious weapon, and it was no longer comparable to when he first held Knotts. Miki already had staying power and skill.
In addition, as a girl of , Knotty Flower also said, “The first time I met this.”
In fact, it was Knotflower who taught him all those techniques in the earliest days.
And Jounouchi would sometimes call some women for him to play with, and they were all good ones that he couldn’t normally touch.
Like some of the top models, or singers, and actresses.
But no matter what beauty star or model he hugged, he ended up thinking about tying the knot. It would be like a daily coffee after a meal that wouldn’t hurt your body.
It wasn’t just because of the freshness and excellence of Yuka’s body; there was a sense of spiritual fulfillment when she was with Yuka, but it wasn’t the kind of feeling that comes with being inseparable.
Until now, we have never said “I like you” or “I love you” to each other. And there’s no need to say those kinds of things.
First, each other also do not ever think of their own in the end like each other there, just they fill each other’s emptiness, as long as the other side of their own side, feel very satisfied, there is no need to have any instructions.
“I want to give you a job to do.”
Being spoken to like that by Jonouchi was about three months after the two of them were under Jonouchi’s care. And Yuka was there.
“You probably know I have a wife!”
“It’s Mrs. Kazumi, isn’t it, the beautiful woman who used to be the beauty announcer.”
Miki went to look at Jonouchi a bit sarcastically, and Jonouchi was unfazed.
“Do you really think so?”
“Well, there aren’t many women like that.”
Miki answered seriously. At that time, Miki had only seen it two or three times. It was a kind of knowledge and temperament that had never been seen in the past. A beauty with pride and confidence. It was an outstanding beauty that was completely different from Yuka’s.
“You must want to cuddle!”
Said Jonouchi as he observed Knotflower’s expression, that cold side.
“People like me can’t reach it.”
Miki replied ably.
“You’re probably saying that only a husband like me can hug!”
“But if it’s business, it’s another story.”
“That’s a relief, and as for the method, I’ll talk to you more about it, but it’s easier if you live in my house as a driver first.”
“Only cuddles will do?”
“And videotape it with a camera.”
（４）
Wearing white pajamas, Yuka approached the bed, reminding Miki of the first time he hugged Yuka. At that time, Yuka was wearing a sailor uniform.
By now three years had passed. Although her looks and body hadn’t changed much, I don’t know when the white silk nightgown had started to fit her more and more.
“Are you really going to take that job?”
It had been a long time since the two of them had spent the night together when Miki had let Knotts lay in the crook of his arm. When Jounouchi told them what the job entailed.
“There are important talks tonight.”
Just put the knotted flower down and leave.
“If I say don’t go, then will you go?”
Miki looked at Knotflower in surprise.
“What are you talking about? Didn’t you hear what Jounouchi said about payoffs?”
“There’s ten million.”
“Can you make that ten million dollars evaporate?”
“What are you going to do with ten million dollars?”
“Have you forgotten? Didn’t you want to open a favorite store? The kind of store where customers can hear rock and blues.”
“If it’s going to be like that, that’s already fine! If there’s five million, borrow the rest from the bank!”
Every month, Knotty Flower received a million dollars in settlement money from Jounouchi. Because of the additional living expenses, it was all saved up. Together with the two million or so that had been saved before, there was already five million dollars.
“┅┅”
“What exactly is it you don’t like?”
With a complicated look, Knotts looked at Miki.
“What exactly is your complaint? We have enough money.”
“Money isn’t too much, it’s only too much if it’s like Onassis.”
Miki reached for his cigarette to light it.
“Did you hate that job?”
Jonouchi told him to rape Kazumi and then set up a trap to victimize the anti-Jonouchi faction. And it also requires the use of Yuka’s body.
“I haven’t hated it.”
Miki brought the cigarette up in silence.
（５）
Through the thin, steeply cut, dark staircase came Tina Turner, the hoarse, shaky voice, on the opposite side of the door.
When you go inside you sit at the far end of the table.
“Here it comes, BarbonRock.”
Greeting like a dark-faced bartender who was in fact fifty, but still unrecognizable, and holding out cigarettes, he accepted a light before closing his eyes and enjoying Tina’s raspy vocals.
Although he also listened to rock, the mainstream was still black music. The first time he was baptized in black music was at the time of the Juvenile Home, where he met a man who had Charlie Parker as a mentor, who himself played the saxophone of Arundel, and who was later admitted to the Juvenile Home on account of Ketamine.
Small in stature usually not showing much emotion this teenager became energized if he took out his saxophone during the only musical time he had.
When he happened to hear his solo music, he was mesmerized by that music while sitting in front of the teenager. It was a Charlie Parker rip-off, but it was a perfect rip-off that hit him hard.
After I left the juvenile home, although I was forced to make a living, I still searched for Pike’s records, which were becoming more and more scarce. The reason was that the records were better able to convey the original sound.
But after Pike’s death and into the 1960s, jazz had lost its original impulse and fervor.
Although some people tried to revitalize it, that didn’t work in the nineties either.
At this point, he heard the blues in Seoul.
So much like a knowing jazz, but not jazz.
“Alone today?”
The bartender greeted him, dimples on that smile. He and Knotts had been here a couple times.
“Want to open a store?”
He thought Knotflower might want to open this kind of store, so he often asked the bartender for advice.
“How’s the money coming along?”
“It’s nice! To be able to have my own store.”
As if envious.
“Senpai should be happy too if he can open his own store!”
“No, I’m better suited to be hired by people.”
“Is that easier?”
“That’s right. And no one knows anything about the past, so if I quit this place, I’m going back to Hokkaido.”
“Are you from Hokkaido?”
“No, I’m from here, but lived there, went to college there, and still have friends when I go there.”
After seeing the other guests come in, he went there to say hello.
What kind of mood is it to stand behind the counter? It’s probably incomprehensible to those standing on the outside! I’m sure you see all kinds of people….
(It would be nice to live like that.)
That’s what I think about whenever I’m up here with Knotflower. I thought the same thing today, but thought it seemed too early to get behind the counter.
The visit to Yuka’s apartment was after dropping off that Kazumi, who was raped by the four directors, back at her own house.
“Well done.” Miki said taking the three million dollars to Knotflower.
（６）
“That’s nice.”
Despite showing a smiling face, Yukika didn’t seem that happy. The three million dollars was of course an additional fee for work received from the current president of Toho TV, Asashima.
Since Jounouchi’s entry into the rape of his wife, and the deployment of efforts to draw in the neutrals, Yuka had been less likely to smile. Though she herself had gone out to set up Takagi and Drebi and the others, she had taken a critical stance toward such atrocities as Miki’s.
But now it’s probably slightly clear why Yuka is against it. Owning a store had been a dream of the two of them in the past. I don’t know when that dream has become within reach, but Miki’s thoughts have changed as well.
But at first, Miki herself didn’t notice it, but later on, from Knotts’ attitude, she got to know it slightly.
Ten million dollars if successful. Even after Jounouchi’s death, the contract with Asashima still stands, and if it’s done right, there will be even more pay.
With all that income, it doesn’t seem like you’ll be willing to go back to being a bartender of any kind. It’s nice to have a store, but there will be better careers out there, I suppose!
If one works hard and desperately, while faithfully paying taxes must lead a life of peace and joy, for which there is little interest anymore.
Presumably, Knotflower had been able to discern that thought in Miki’s mind.
As the third drink was taken, from the wall speakers came the sound of guitars that sounded like thunder.
“If you open a store, I’ll be there to congratulate you.”
To go back, the bartender said this to him.
“We’ll probably have an excellent bartender in our store then, too!”
Taking a short breath, the air of the night city. Miki took a taxi back to Kazumi’s home in Jounouchi.
In the main house the lights were out. Miki went straight back to his room on the garage, took a shower and collapsed on the bed.
From tomorrow it’s time to officially temper Kazumi’s body. For that, get some rest tonight.
There was a knock on the door when she was fast asleep, and when Miki opened her eyes in surprise and opened the door, a woman sneaked in. It was Kazumi who was wearing a nightgown, as soon as she came in she quickly unbuttoned her nightgown and after a breath lay down beside Miki.
“Can I help you? Ma’am!”
Miki asked in a low voice with her eyes closed. Kazumi pressed her face to Miki’s when she knew she was still awake.
“How dare a young wife come to use someone’s bed…”
“I can’t sleep!”
“Please, please do something.”
Her eagerness was in her words, and it showed. That was par for the course, to be ravished by the hands of those four older men after a long fuck with Miki, that had almost reached the moment before sublimation.
And those three lotions that made her erogenous zones burn while being let down under reaching a state of arousal.
“You want to fuck your driver, don’t you?”
“I’ll be hard to bear if I’m left like this.”
Miki smiled as Kazumi slept next to him while instinctively hiding her tits with both hands.
But the tiny arms seemed to have a hard time completely covering her big tits. And even lying down, the shape of her tits stayed the same and even swelled unnaturally round.
But it was the bottom of those thighs, that black pantyhose, that was the most appealing.
Those trunks are no ordinary trunks. To take off those pants you have to undo the lock.
That’s one of the newest types of chastity belts.
After being ravaged by the four men, Kazumi was put into those pants. After putting on those pants, not only were they unable to have sex, but they were also unable to masturbate.
Probably as soon as she got back, Kazumi tried to come on her own. Fondling her own breasts and trying to put her hand in the chastity belt.
But that band is absolutely unbreakable. The fact that Kazumi’s body was already wet with sweat and her breathing was messed up was telling.
That was probably due to the sense of anticipation as well! It was a great humiliation for Kazumi to show up at the user’s house like this and get naked under the covers by herself.
Even though he had only just slept with Yukari, Miki’s body was still filled with hot blood. If he didn’t release it, he would also completely lose his sanity in front of this young undead.
“Is it really okay? I’m your driver!”
“It’s okay, you can do whatever you like.”
Nodding with a sad expression. Kazumina’s body was still swept by the lust that had just swept through that useless forceful ground.
Miki picks up Kazumi’s upper body and bends down to approach with his lips. Gently touching Kazumi’s lips.
“Ah…”
Just that messes up the breathing, licking the untree with the tip of the tongue.
Kazumi becomes quite distressed if Miki deliberately stretches it out again and doesn’t approach.
As Miki’s lips approached once more, Kazumi could no longer resist, but delivered herself.
（７）
The joy and exaltation felt through kissing increased the eroticism spewing out from the entire body several times over.
Once Miki had Kazumi lay down again, he used his lips to press her all over her body.
“Oh…”
Those lips just lightly touched the lower end of her ample breasts, and Kazumi’s upper body shook powerfully again.
Now no matter who it was and what way they caressed it, they were able to make Kazumi feel a reaction. And Miki even used his tongue to lick those pink nipples with the highest skill.
“Hee… oh…”
With only a slight touch, Kazumi’s body, as if burned by fire, shook fiercely.
When once again, she brought her mouth to her pointy tits.
“Ah…”
With the sad whimper of that voice, Kazumi placed his hand on Maki’s shoulder. If Miki placed any more of his things on Kazumi’s body, then surely Kazumi would vibrate.
That body thought it had burned to its limit, but because of Miki’s guidance, it drew her back into a deeper intoxication.
That manner of foreplay could actually be considered a form of intercourse. In fact the wariness that flowed into Kazumi’s body was even more highly stimulating than all the intercourse that had taken place so far.
Then he ate up the proud beauty, between the exposed thighs, and the black chastity belt, the impatience of which was all the more dazzling.
And Miki’s lips moved to the inside of that engorged thigh. Sliding from the knee all the way to where that thigh meets the body.
Kazumi arched her upper body as if she was about to cry out.
And from the side of that chastity belt, nectar oozed.
Miki ran her tongue along the edge of the reverse-triangular black lace veil.
“Ohhh…”
The bottom of her thighs floated upward more and more due to the intense feeling of pleasure and beauty, as well as that tingling in that key area, which had not been touched.
There’s been enough foreplay. I don’t know how long the erogenous zones would burn if it went on any longer. But at the same time she was eager to have intercourse soon.
“Come on! Come on!”
Kazumi whimpered at the intersection of pleasure and misery and glared at Miki.
Miki lifted her waist up off the bed and removed her panties.
That big meat stick is taking on a vertical position.
“Caress me with your mouth if you want! I’ll be touched.”
By moving, I mean wanting to fuck.
Miki actually wanted her on her knees for that humiliating blowjob, and it pleased him that he was willing to hold it.
Normally it was quite a difficult condition to accept, but now Kazumi’s body that was feverish like crazy, the blood in her whole body had surged when she saw the rod like steel in front of her.
It wasn’t just huge, the force of the lift, and the way the top looked as if it would burn if you touched it.
Instinctively stepping out of bed, Kazumi knelt under the unshu and swallowed it, exhaling sharply through her nostrils from sheer arousal.
Reaching out that shaking hand, holding the rod with both hands, even the fingers felt paralyzed, and the chastity belt was already wet.
As the lust seemed to be spewing out, Kazumi held it with both hands and licked it with her lips.
“I forgot to tell you that I’ve only just played with it here, it’s not easy to get it mean.”
Kazumi looked up as if to test his true intentions.
“My woman may not be as beautiful as you, but her skills are top notch, she’s worked in a bubble bath, she’s only twenty-one, and her skin and there is pretty great.”
Miki smiled. Kazumi thought he was probably comparing her to that woman.
Of course it would hurt Kazumi’s ego to compare a strong woman, to a bubble bath woman.
But she wanted this rod so badly, she could never admit defeat.
Put your lips on it again.
“I forgot one more thing, if you play with that woman, she washes even more crystal clear, and she’s very good at cleaning up there with her tongue.”
“So? You want this place bad, don’t you?”
Miki said rubbing her face with his burning rod.
“No, stop it.”
Kazumi couldn’t help but scream.
“Come to the shower!”
“You don’t like it?”
Unki said flatly.
“Knotflower and I have known each other for a long time, and you, ma’am, are the third party between us, and a wife as rich and famous as this can’t ask for too much!”
“That there…”
Kazumi looked at Miki in shock, she had never lost to another woman in any way, no matter what.
“You can swallow it to the end of your throat if you want to, and if you hate it can go back!”
“Don’t you mess around.” Kazumi screamed and ran out.
（８）
As if praying, Kazumi looked at the back of Miki who was driving.
Yesterday morning she was ordered by Miki to release her mini-skirt clad thighs ninety degrees when the car set off.
The dress was also black like the one in mourning, but today it was knitted. That skirt wrapped more tightly around the buttocks and was also shorter than yesterday, only twenty centimeters from the knee.
And the exposed white thighs were quite dazzling. And that day the garters were black and black boxers were worn, so those white thighs were especially visible.
As usual, Miki was watching from the rearview mirror.
In fact when Kazumi ran away from Miki last night, she regretted it until this morning. And her body, which was already very aroused before arriving at Miki’s place, was even more aroused after being caressed by him.
Of course those words to Miki were unforgivable, but since the lock of the chastity belt was placed at Miki’s place, it really wasn’t right to rebel against him.
If we could remove her boring pride and hold the rod in our hands and taste it with our tongues and lips, the chastity belt would be undone, from the buttocks and the front….
And today’s dress especially emphasized her curves in order to appeal to Miki.
Miki reached down the hallway to touch her ass.
“Don’t touch it with your dirty hands.”
Kazumi immediately screamed, but in her heart she actually thought otherwise.
“I know, ma’am, and I won’t do that again.”
And once again, Kazumi spread that foot, which was already spread ninety degrees, to one hundred and twenty degrees again.
Kazumi figured that if Miki saw himself in this ugly state, he would stop the car again like he did yesterday and take him to the restroom for some fun!
Miki pretended to be completely unconcerned, though he sometimes looked in the rearview mirror.
As the car got closer to the office, Kazumi became more and more anxious; if she went to the office like this, she didn’t know how she was going to make it through the whole day.
Today I’m going to meet with four people from the Neutral Faction and persuade them to join the Anti-Shonai Faction. But what about business like this?
When the company was in sight, Kazumi made up her mind, as the car was almost parked in front of the company.
“Please, help.”
Finally opened the golden mouth.
“What is it?”
“Please continue to do what you didn’t finish yesterday.”
Adjusting the rearview mirror, Miki looked at Kazumi’s face.
“I thought you couldn’t stand my dirty hands?”
“I’m just saying.”
“I don’t force myself on people, there are others who love their wives more than I do.”
“How so?”
“You remember the lavender, jasmine and olive oil xx, and yesterday there was cinnamon that didn’t work, that was for assholes.”
“Why are you…”
“I’ll release that videotape if it resists.”
“That’s mean, who the hell is the other guy?”
Said Miki stopping the car and getting out of the driver’s seat to open the door.
*This is not the end of the story. See the sequel, “The Secret Art of Pleasing.”