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Kana patted her cheeks, turned on the tap, and scooped up handfuls of water to wash her hot, red cheeks, along with her hands that smelled of Shirakawa.
She even squeezed out a lot of hand sanitizer and kept scrubbing. As an aunt who doted on Shirakawa, what she had just done had already overstepped their relationship. She couldn't let herself get any more involved.
The cold water splashed against her cheeks, and she guessed that the warmth on her face had mostly dissipated.
I should take a shower to completely wash away the smell of Shirakawa, along with this unbearably hot body and the filthy desires in my heart, to cleanse them all.
Kana took off her bear-patterned pajamas.
The autumn chrysanthemums are glorious and the spring pines are luxuriant.
Kana vaguely remembered seeing a popular science article online that said women with thicker hair have stronger desires.
If that's really the case, wouldn't I be one in a million, the ultimate stunner?
She then imagined herself sitting in Shirakawa...
Distractions, distractions, all of them are distractions.
Kana hurriedly turned on the shower and set it to the coldest setting, intending to use this "torture" to punish her own Yin Luan's heart.
It felt so good to wash it, as if all those filthy desires had been washed away.
Until she caught a glimpse of the toothbrush on Shirakawa's mug out of the corner of her eye.
toothbrush...
This is what Shirakawa uses to brush his teeth; it's like his mouth...
She turned off the tap, reached for the wash cup, grabbed Shirakawa's toothbrush, and for some reason, put it in her mouth...
She stopped moving when she reached her lips.
Do we really have to do this, secretly using Shirakawa's toothbrush to do this and that?
Two little figures seemed to appear in Kana's mind: one was a holy angel, and the other was a seductive little devil.
Angel: You can't do that! These are Shirakawa's personal belongings, you can't just touch them.
Demon: It's alright, Shirakawa-kun is so gentle, he definitely won't mind.
Angel: You can't just touch other people's things. If Shirakawa finds out, he'll definitely think Auntie is a pervert.
Demon: Don't worry, everyone's asleep. Wasn't he enjoying it just now? Consider this his reward.
Angel: I already said no, there are two daughters at home, what if they see us...
Demon: Hey, I have a suggestion. We've already helped Shirakawa release his pent-up desire tonight, so let's just help ourselves release it too. Let's indulge ourselves while it's quiet at night. That's how feelings are; the more you suppress them, the stronger the backlash will be. You need to release them. Once you've released them all, you won't feel so bad anymore.
Kana nodded, and the angel in her heart vanished instantly.
Lustful thoughts successfully triumphed over reason.
She filled the bathtub with water and lay down in it. The small tub was almost too big for her ample figure; the water level rose considerably and overflowed from the edge.
While taking a bath, he put Shirakawa's toothbrush in his mouth and savored it.
Savoring the subtle taste of toothpaste and the flavor of Shirakawa.
"Ugh, Shirakawa-kun~~ Shirakawa-kun~~"
Kana pouted coquettishly, fantasizing about kissing Shirakawa.
The toothbrush went deep into her mouth, rubbing her teeth and gums.
Thinking about it for a while, he felt it wasn't enough, so he started combing his hair with Shirakawa's teeth.
It made a soft rustling sound, as if Shirakawa himself was combing it.
At the same time, he used his other hand to scoop up the enormous thing and put it into his mouth.
Only those with E, F or higher can perform such extremely difficult moves.
She recalled everything that had just happened, especially the scene where Shirakawa looked like a baby.
She imagined Shirakawa becoming that ruthless type, like those blond-haired, domineering CEOs in movies and TV dramas, while she herself was the weak and powerless female lead.
Their movements became increasingly unrestrained.
After all, it's my own vast space, and as long as I can feel joy and happiness, I can do whatever I want with it.
"Shirakawa-kun, Auntie likes you so much. No matter what Shirakawa-kun does or how he bullies Auntie, Auntie will still like him."
In the quiet of the night, whispers of love drifted from the bathroom.
They drove all the way to Yunnan.
Ah, um!
The calm surface of the bathtub rippled slightly, and the water level rose a little.
"Drink up~ It feels so good."
It seemed that all the desires that had been accumulating over the years were being released at this moment.
She rose from the pool, her voluptuous figure as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, and the water in the bathtub had mostly subsided.
After the intense desire subsided, Kana regained her senses.
She placed Shirakawa's toothbrush on the sink, turned on the tap, and was about to wash it when she heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom door.
A slight knocking sound from the door lock against the door frame.
Is someone there? Is someone spying?
Kana looked warily toward the door, crept closer, and suddenly opened it, wanting to catch the peeping tormentor red-handed.
However, when I opened the door, it was pitch black outside, and there wasn't a soul in sight.
Is it just my imagination? Or...?
Kana first looked at the living room sofa, where Miike was fast asleep.
It definitely wasn't her, because Miike was about the same age as me. If she had found out, she would have already walked in and started pointing and laughing at me.
Is it Shirakawa?
If it were Shirakawa...
Then... our relationship can take this opportunity...
Kana was both worried and excited. She rationally rejected the illicit relationship, but emotionally she longed for it.
Her face flushed, she pushed open the door to the second bedroom with great anticipation, but unfortunately, Shirakawa was sleeping soundly, his movements and posture exactly the same as when she came out, without any difference, even the slippers under the bed were the same.
It seems it's not Shirakawa.
Kana closed the door to the second bedroom in disappointment.
Then there's only one possibility.
She quietly opened the master bedroom door, where her two adorable daughters, dressed in boxer shorts and vests, were fast asleep.
Maki slept on her back, near the door, in a very proper sleeping posture.
Sakura, meanwhile, was half-curled up, her back to Maki, fast asleep.
She quietly stepped forward and observed carefully.
Judging from sleeping posture alone, you can't tell who is faking sleep at all.
It must be an illusion.
Kana also hoped that her two daughters would find out that their mother was chanting their boyfriends' names in the bathroom while having sex.
She would truly be ashamed to face him.
Just as she was about to leave, she accidentally kicked Sakura's slippers.
Maki's slippers were neatly arranged, but Sakura's two slippers were not; they were placed haphazardly on the left and right, with a large gap between them.
Sakura, when will you learn from your older sister and behave a little better, so you don't have to worry about me...?
Kana bent down and helped Sakura put away her slippers before leaving the room.
Feeling refreshed, she prepared to go back to Bai Chuan's room to sleep. She had done what she needed to do, and she could face Bai Chuan properly now. She wouldn't even have any improper thoughts about sleeping with him again.
The moment she closed the door.
With her back to the door, Sakura, curled up on the bed, opened her eyes and let out a long sigh.
248. The Secret Between Sisters Who Understand Each Other and Their Mother
Let's go back to the moment when Shinichi barged into the Shirakawa house.
Sakura and Maki were sent to the master bedroom by Miike and Kana.
It's best for children to get involved when adults are discussing matters.
It has always been like this: no matter what difficulties the two sisters encounter, their mother is always the first to step forward and help them out. Even when the sisters are being pointed at and gossiped about by their family members at the Mei Du family's house, it is their mother who argues and protects them.
The two sisters understood their mother and Michi's good intentions, so they obediently waited in the room.
However, the atmosphere between the two was not very harmonious.
Sakura lay in bed, ostensibly watching TV with headphones on, but inwardly she was constantly wondering what had happened between Shirakawa and her sister after she left that day.
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