I Loaded the Love Game

It is a famous hot spring town in central Izu.

Here is the oldest hot spring in the entire Izu Peninsula, and it is also the place where the story of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" took place.

The town is surrounded by mountains, and the hot spring hotel reserved by Toru Watanabe is also in the mountains.

The room for two people is a Japanese room facing the sea.

"I like it here." Watanabe Toru sat in the sunlight on the eaves of the corridor, "close, there are camphor trees, plum trees, and cherry trees; in the distance is the Pacific Ocean."

Kujo Miki sat lazily indoors.

She said in a melodious tone that seemed to be teasing, anticipating, and prank:

"Do you want to take a bath before wearing it, or do you want to wear it now?"

"Look, how calm the sea is." Watanabe pointed at the sea.

"Then wear it now."

"How is the cherry blossom...huh?" Watanabe Toru leaned out from the porch, "A bird flew past just now. It looks like a bird with a tail like..."

"Come here." Miki Kujo's voice cooled down and ordered.

Watanabe sighed helplessly, got up and went over, saying:

"At night, don't fool around."

"My sister promised you, when did you not honor it?"

Toru Watanabe walked up to her, took off her upper body, Kujo Mihime put her hand on the waistband of his pants, and took off his pants.

"Huh—" Mihime Kujo faced there, blowing a long, warm breath.

The reaction visible to the naked eye made her laugh out loud.

Toru Watanabe looked at her delicate lips and restrained his evil thoughts.

The kimono brought by Kujo Miki is quite gorgeous.

The kimono is based on red, with colorful birds on the red bottom, and nine black rattans embroidered on the cuffs. The color is very bright.

"Come on, put on the lining robe first." Kujo Miki said with a smile.

"Ah--" Watanabe wailed.

While admiring his desperate expression, Kujo Miki closed the front of his robes.

"Then the cloth stockings." Miki Kujo squatted at his feet, turned the back of the cloth stockings outwards, and motioned for him to put his feet in.

"Absolutely inappropriate, really!" Watanabe Toru said forcefully.

"My lady will help you dress, what else do you want? Hurry up!"

Watanabe was totally unwilling, put his hands on her shoulders, and put his feet into the stockings.

Miki Kujo carefully buttoned the cloth socks on him.

"Good, the last kimono."

Watanabe Toru has given up struggling, spread her arms, letting Kujo Miki put herself in a gorgeous red kimono.

When closing the front of the kimono and wearing a wide belt, Miki Kujo laughed all the time.

"Take it off, absolutely ugly!"

"Where is it ugly? It looks good." Miki Kujo squeezed her belt, laughing so much that tears came down.

After tying her belt, she let Watanabe squat down.

Toru Watanabe sat down on the tatami.

"Geisha doesn't sit like this. Come, sister teaches you." Kujo Miki sat down on her knees with her hands folded on her lap.

"Wait a minute." Watanabe Toru stood up, dressed in a kimono, and walked to the porch eaves.

He poked his head out a little and looked around twice, confirming that this place was indeed close to the cliff and that no one could pass by.

Looking back, Kujo Miki clutched her belly and smiled, she was gone as if she was a geisha.

"Sure enough, take it off."

"Hurry up!" Kujo Miki patted her side, motioning him to sit down as soon as she was sitting.

In her stern tone, there was still an uncontrollable smile.

Toru Watanabe had to obediently kneel and sit on the tatami.

"Hold your hands like this." Miki Kujo stretched out her hand to correct his posture, "Have her back like this, yes, very smart."

After the instruction, she stood up and took out a wig in the style of'Takashimada'.

With her slightly cold hand, she lifted Watanabe Toru's bangs and put on him a wig.

After doing all this, she walked around Watanabe appreciatively, and then suddenly remembered that she took out her phone and took pictures of him frantically.

"Photographing is fine, but it must not be spread out!"

"Don't worry. Come on, bow your hands on the ground and bow your head. That's good. Then this--"

Miki Kujo touched a shy orchid finger on her chin.

"..."

"Not bad!"

Kujo Miki took out a folding fan and gently raised Watanabe Toru's chin. The phone in her other hand was already in camera mode.

"..."

"It's so beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!" Kujo Miki said with a smile.

"..."

"Say you like me too, hurry up." Miki Kujo pointed her phone at him.

".......I like you too."

"Voice, voice, pay attention to voice! It's so beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!"

Under Miki Kujo's sharp eyes, Watanabe Toru said in a soft voice: "I like you too."

He is going crazy.

"Hahaha, don't be unhappy, come and see for yourself." Kujo Miki took Watanabe Toru in a gesture of holding a beauty.

The two came to the full-length mirror.

Two "beauties" appeared in the translucent mirror.

"Compared to the geisha we ordered in Kyoto last time, that geisha, the No. 1 beauty geisha in Gion, is more beautiful." Kujo Mihime praised.

It always feels just to comfort the wounded’s praise.

"......Okay."

Looking at the beauty in the mirror and admiring his "beautiful" side, Toru Watanabe finally had a little comfort.

He shook his kimono and long sleeves, and said, "Who and Miki Mi?"

"You are very beautiful, how can Miki be better than you?" Kujo Miki was very cooperative.

Watanabe snorted smugly:

"Whether it's men's clothing or women's clothing, I have no one to reach, what Kujo Miki, what Kiyo Rin, the rabble crowd."

"Beauty, you are beautiful." Kujo Miki smiled, never stopped since the beginning.

"...Sure enough, I took it off." Watanabe reached out and took off the wig.

In the middle, he suddenly realized something and turned to look at Miki Kujo:

"The size of this kimono is mine, so what do you do?"

"Don't wear it." She answered naturally.

"No?" Watanabe Toru raised his volume slightly, "I trust you so much! Expect you so much! You lied to me?!"

"What's the rush?" Miki Kujo glanced at him coldly, "There is one more."

"That's good." Watanabe breathed a sigh of relief.

After tossing for so long, the sunlight on the eaves of the corridor was stained with amber, the sea surface was rippling with waves, and the wind was blowing.

"There is still some time before dinner, soak in the hot springs for a while?" Watanabe Toru asked.

Kujo Miki groaned and stretched her body after walking for a day.

She spread her slender and soft arms: "Serve me to change clothes."

"I can't ask for it."

"Huh? Just taught you the etiquette?"

"..."

Watanabe, the first beauty of gardening artists in Kyoto, waits for guests from Tokyo to change clothes.

After putting on a yukata for Miki Kujo's snow-white attractive body, Toru Watanabe was finally able to take off the kimono.

The two put on slippers, Watanabe took towels and clothes, and headed to the hot spring that belonged to this room.

"The hot spring is sprayed from the mountain and flows into the Pacific Ocean. It is very clean, and before coming, I specially asked the boss to clean it up."

"Okay."

"In the future, where are we going to travel, I will build a house there first, or buy a new one?"

"That instead restricts the fun of traveling at will and going wherever you want. Like this time, just let people change everything."

"Listen to you."

The path leading to the private hot spring is planted with Manchurian flowers, ghost ferns, and pines.

There is also a shallow stream with a wide palm, and daffodils with small white flowers on both sides.

The hot spring highlights the natural flavor, and the only artificial trace is the exquisite stone lantern on the ground.

The two took off their clothes and went into the hot spring.

The whole body is soaked in it, only the shoulders are slightly exposed, his back is leaning against the hot spring, and he looks at the sea under the sunset.

The atmosphere is comfortable and comfortable, making people do not want to talk.

But because it is so rare, Watanabe can't help but regret:

"I really want to be like this forever."

Kujo Miki moved her position slightly, the hot spring rippled, she nestled in Watanabe Toru's arms.

Steaming water vapor, soft lighting, the two are intertwined.

It was a quiet evening, except for the flow of hot spring water, only the friction of leaves and leaves could be heard.

After reluctantly soaking in the hot spring, the two returned to the room.

I called the front desk, and a waiter immediately brought dinner.

"excuse me."

The two who walked in were all waitresses, and they were all wearing light green kimonos, which are very suitable for spring.

They knelt at the table of the two of them, arranging food trays at an unhurried speed.

The movements are elegant, and every time a dish is presented, one of them will softly introduce the origin of the dish.

Abalone from Izu, sweet melon soup from Shizuoka, fish from Lake Biwa with eggs in early spring, vegetables from a vegetable garden, lobsters from where, and crabs from when.

Their voices are soft and comfortable, just like the rain that hits the blue tiles on a rainy day.

When placing chopsticks and towels, they would bend over slightly, hold them in both hands, and place them respectfully in front of them.

"Two people, please use it slowly. If you have any questions, please let me know."

They saluted slightly, knelt back a few steps, then got up, and walked towards the door of the room with small broken steps.

After leaving the door, he bowed again to the two of them before closing the door gently.

The room was quiet again, Watanabe Toru looked at Miki Kujo in front of him.

"When will the geisha I ordered come? I won't come again, I'm not happy." He said with a smile.

Miki Kujo glanced at him irritably, put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and turned back into the bedroom.

Toru Watanabe was left alone, but his heartbeat filled the room.

After taking a bite of the dish, he put down his chopsticks, took the tea and drank, still not having fun, and couldn't help but pour the sake.

After drinking several sips, the surging blood was slightly relieved, and he began to eat vegetables without a bite.

About ten minutes later, Kujo Miki came out.

She curled her hair behind her head and tied a hairpin.

The style of the kimono on her body is similar to that of Toru Watanabe before taking a bath.

The bright red color, and the small geisha fan in her hand, were placed on Miki Kujo, and it was not at all coquettish.

She walked slowly, dragging the hem of her kimono slightly, looking gorgeous.

In the bright yellow lights in the room, she was like the most beautiful and noble woman in Da Ori.

Watanabe stared at her intently.

Kujo Miki walked to him, knelt down and sat down slowly, picked up the wine cup, and pours Watanabe with low eyebrows.

At the same time, she said softly and softly:

"Master, what dance do you want to see?"

Toru Watanabe drank the alcohol in one sip, controlling his emotions slightly.

"Is there any kind of dance that a woman can't sleep alone and misses a man?"

"Yes." Kujo Miki responded softly.

She put down the wine cup and stood up gracefully and charmingly.

Only by lending himself to pour the wine, Watanabe can restrain the urge to hold her slender waist on the spot and pull her into his arms.

Miki Kujo moved a few steps away, pinching the hairpin with her index finger and thumb, and gently pulling it out.

The beautiful black hair poured down like running water.

She opened the fan and sang as she danced.

Black-hair-of...

The singing voice is long and sad, and the affection is continuous.

The figure is slender, the dance is graceful, the posture is mellow, coquettish, noble and gorgeous.

Occasionally, he would cover his face with a kimono sleeve, and glance at Watanabe with his delicate eyes.

"Come to me." This was the first sentence Watanabe Toru said after watching the dance and listening to the music.

Miki Kujo swayed like a red rose blown by the spring breeze.

When she approached Watanabe Toru, she let out a soft cry and fell into Watanabe Toru's arms.

When Watanabe couldn't control herself and reached out to hold her in her arms, she pushed him away with both hands.

"Master, I only dance and accompany wine, not pick up guests." She turned her head slightly.

The two were very close, because of the fall just now, her black hair with a faint fragrance remained on Watanabe Toru's chest.

"I want to go there, I just want to help Miss." With that said, Watanabe reached into the kimono skirt and kneaded her thigh through the white stockings.

Kujo Miki gently pushed his chest with both hands to separate the two of them, shyly looking away.

"Master is like this, I'm going back." She said childishly.

"Well, don't touch you." Watanabe Toru raised his hands.

Miki Kujo immediately smiled and said like a child: "Then I will pour wine for the master."

Watanabe drank the wine that Mihime Kujo poured and asked, "Where is the lady from?"

"Iwate Prefecture."

"Oh, great place, I've been."

"Where did the uncle come from?" Kujo Miki took her chopsticks in one hand and put it under his chin with the other hand.

After Watanabe Toru ate a bite of the dish, she picked up the towel with her slender hands and wiped his mouth carefully.

"Tokyo."

"I've been there too, and when the rich celebrated their birthday, they told me to dance."

"Amazing! Looks very famous?"

"That is, I still dance for many foreigners!"

"Oh?"

"You, okay, I'm Nine Tiao Mei Ji, very high, happy, for you, dance, dance."

"Chinese." Watanabe nodded thoroughly.

"Hello, I am Miki Kujo, from Hawaii, USA."

"The Yankees also watch Hefeng Dance?"

"Gringo's money is best to cheat, and I don't know anything." Kujo Miki proudly raised her snow-white neck.

"So amazing? How old are you this year?"

"Twelve years old."

"...Wait, change it, at least fourteen years old, right?"

Miki Kujo giggled and said, "I lied to you, I'm fourteen and a half years old."

"Dare to lie to the lord." Watanabe Teo grabbed her warm little hand.

"Oh, no, I will be scolded." Kujo Miki pulled her hand back.

"Just touch your hands."

"It really doesn't work."

"Don't you like me?"

"I hate it. I saw it for the first time. How can I say that I like it? People are not so frivolous."

"But I fell in love with the young lady at first sight." Watanabe Teo pressed her face and sniffed her neck.

Because of the itch, Kujo Miki let out a sweet and touching laugh.

Finally, panting slightly, with her thin white fingers, she pushed away Watanabe's sniffing face.

"Guest, if you do this again, I really want to go back."

"Well, it's okay to touch your hands, right?" Watanabe Toru sat back.

Kujo Miki didn't speak, and the hand that was free was pouring wine for him.

After dinner, Toru Watanabe only touched his little hand and smelled the fragrance of his hair.

"I'm leaving." Kujo Miki bowed slightly, preparing to stand up.

Watanabe stretched out his hand and held her: "Look out the window."

"What?" Kujo Miki still played the little girl, looking out the window innocently.

"What is blue in the sea?"

"Where is blue? Why can't I see it?" Kujo Miki got up and walked over, searching on the dark sea.

Although she looked at the sea, her attention was all behind her.

She really seems to have become a geisha who must rush back and cannot stay overnight, dealing with guests who try to eat her.

The body was slightly tense, and I wonder when Watanabe Toru could not restrain himself.

At this moment, Watanabe Toru's footsteps sounded behind him, and he was slowly approaching.

Do you stand by your side, or hug from behind...

Before she finished thinking, a pair of arms went around in front of her, like a big and soft net, which caught her little bird.

At that moment, in Miki Kujo's vision, the dark sea seemed to really appear blue, while the bright yellow lights in the room began to blur.

In the blurry light and shadow, Watanabe Toru's face slowly drew close, and kissed her lips softly.

Kujo Miki retreated.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Watanabe Toru hugged her.

The lips of the two kept kissing together, and she gradually became excited, and her face began to turn red.

"No, I have to go back." She finally turned to avoid Watanabe Toru's kiss.

Watanabe Toru's face was close again, Kujo Miki was hugged so tightly that she had nowhere to hide, she could only close her mouth tightly.

But those greedy lips didn't bully her again.

Her hair was pulled apart, something was close to her ears, and she shrank her body because she was afraid of itching.

"Miki, I like you." The gentle whisper, mixed with the exhaled heat, touched her earlobe and hit her heart.

"The guests......"

"I won't let you go." The man's words were already breathing.

Kujo Miki's body softened uncontrollably.

"Let me go......"

Ignoring her pleading, Watanabe Toru strongly embraced her and walked towards the tatami.

"It really doesn't work, I have to go back."

The two of them wanted to leave, the other pulled hard, and the kimono skirts opened wider and wider. When they entered the bedroom, their white shoulders were all exposed.

Kujo Miki lay on the tatami, with her hands folded, covering her chest.

Toru Watanabe's offensive by kissing his lips can only be avoided by shaking his head.

"No way..."

While looking for her lips, Toru Watanabe stretched his hands into the skirt and kneaded her thighs through the white stockings.

She reached out to block, and he took the opportunity to kiss her bare shoulders.

There is always a place up and down to fall, because of avoiding kisses, the hair becomes disorganized, the forehead and neck are warm, and they are about to sweat.

At this moment, Toru Watanabe stopped all his movements.

Miki Kujo was lying on the tatami, her kimono was scattered, Watanabe put her hands firmly in her ears, and looked down at her.

The two panted and looked at each other quietly.

In the next moment, Toru Watanabe suddenly hugged her tightly, hugging her tighter than before.

He gasped with heat, and slapped her ears again:

"Miki, my Miki, I want you."

The deep, sweet, persistent, and hoarse voice gave her an unspeakable sense of comfort.

Miki Kujo loosened her left hand holding the hem of the kimono, took away the right hand that was protecting her shoulder, and wrapped her around Watanabe Toru's neck.

At the beginning of the battle~www.wuxiaspot.com~The kimono was well dressed, only the shoulders fell slightly;

Halfway through, the kimono stayed on her by relying on the help of a tight belt;

When she was kneeling one time, the kimono appeared on the tatami in front of her at some point.

In the end, all she was left with was white cloth stockings.

Watanabe lay in the bed, full of contentment Miki Kujo, nestled in his arms.

The atmosphere is quiet and comfortable, extremely peaceful.

"Sister Miki, you really know how to play." Watanabe smiled and kissed Miki Kujo on the forehead.

"You have to learn more." Kujo Miki closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying his kiss.

Sweating, a strand of hair scattered with passion, stuck to her cheek, like a black line meticulously smeared with a paintbrush.

The brows and eyes are soft, and his face is flushed with a spring look.

Toru Watanabe looked at her like this and couldn't help holding her tightly.

Miki Kujo leaned on his sturdy shoulders, listening to his long breath, feeling the warmth of her skin, and her heart full of happiness.

"School is about to start." Watanabe Toru said.

Kujo Miki said without opening her mouth, her tone of voice was lazy.

"I'm looking forward to the shift." Watanabe Toru said again.

"Ok."

"Shall we continue?"

"Yeah..." Then, Kujo Miki reacted and she refused with a "Yeah--".

Her undulating voice has a different charm in the warm breeze of this spring night.

Toru Watanabe couldn't control himself.

The next morning, it started to rain in Izu.

The two were too lazy and stayed in the hotel.

Occasionally soaking in the hot springs in the rain, occasionally holding each other to watch the raining sea, occasionally hiding in the bedroom, and only the sound can be heard in the Japanese room.

In the afternoon, the two took the Izu Express and set off together in April, returning to Tokyo.