I said that I have been using the hot springs for a long time. However, the formation of the hot spring culture is objectively the result of the influence of the Chinese hot spring culture and the creation of the original style. According to legend, in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, there was a special plate for bathing, called "soup plate", the plate was engraved with the inscription "Gou said new, and said new, said new" and other words, but unfortunately the soup plate has long been lost, only to leave the descendants with "the soup plate hole Ding has a description, now there is no instrument to save its words" sigh.

There are volcanoes everywhere, so there are hot springs everywhere, and the most distinctive inn in this is a hot spring inn. Reassuring Miyazaki and instructing him to continue discussing the animation studio tomorrow, Matsuoka Jiro took Yang Lin and Seiko Matsuda and drove to a small scenic valley on the outskirts of Tokyo.

In the valley, there are seven or eight hot spring hotels built along a stream, almost all of them are wooden buildings, and the light faintly shines through the house, and the warm texture of the wood is in the dim light, so that Yang Lin actually has a warm feeling of "home".

The three of them drove the car directly into the small courtyard of a hot spring hotel, and Jiro Matsuoka walked in with Yang Lin. Du Qingshan, Li Kaijun, and several Matsuoka Jiro's entourage followed closely behind. The hotel looks small from the outside, but inside, it's a different place. The lobby is small and quaint, and it suddenly opens up through the glass wall of the courtyard. A beautiful innkeeper dressed in a traditional kimono greeted her with a smile on her face, and the dark square trees stretched across the pond were quiet and beautiful.

But Jiro Matsuoka, a guy with no style, instantly destroyed this warm and quiet.

He put his hand into the collar of the kimono of the proprietress who looked very dignified and feminine, pinched it fiercely on her full chest, withdrew his hand and put it on his nose and sniffed the faint **, the silver on his face. Dang: "Arrange two art records for me, and deal with them. Woman. Then he turned to Matsuda Seiko and said, "Yang Sang is very interested in you, you accompany him tonight, you must take care of him to the satisfaction." ”

Matsuda Seiko's heart was beating hard, her face was red, and she translated Matsuoka Jiro's words to Yang Lin, but only the previous sentence was translated. Yang Lin thought to himself, this kid scoop. What are you doing with me? Although he didn't understand the language, he could still distinguish the minimum tone and the length of the sentences, and he felt that Matsuda Seiko's translation was not true and there were obvious errors. Yang Lin looked at Matsuda Seiko's ruddy and tender face, and suddenly understood Matsuoka Jiro's arrangement. I can't help but feel a little strange in my heart: although this Matsuda Seiko is not yet popular, he is definitely a first-line red star, and in the face of such an arrangement by Matsuoka Jiro, he doesn't even dare to resist?

What he doesn't know is that in the entertainment industry, the rampant unspoken rules are beyond anyone's imagination. In this society where men are respected and women have no status and can only be regarded as playthings and vassals, those famous female artists are simply the playthings in the hands of those men in high society, except for some female artists who have a deep background themselves, there are almost no exceptions. Compared with the so-called unspoken rules of drinking and sleeping together in the Korean entertainment industry, it is not only exaggerated more than ten times, but also regarded as a natural thing. Aren't women vassals of men in the first place?

The proprietress shouted, and immediately came out of the back hall two sixteen or seventeen-year-old kimono girls, their pink and tender faces were all beautiful and handsome, but fortunately they did not wear that kind of white or even slag heavy makeup. Matsuoka Jiro seemed to be a frequent visitor here, stretched out his hand to stop the slender waists of the two little girls, shouted at Yang Lin, "Follow me", and walked out of the back door first.

The hot spring pool of more than 20 square meters on one side is quietly dormant in a green tree and red flower, and the faint mist is steaming on the water surface, like a fairyland.

Obviously, it's a mixed bath for men and women. Yang Lin has no experience, but fortunately, there is also a "good understanding of people's clothes" Matsuda Seiko by his side. Looking at the two girls in front of Matsuoka Jiro who were waiting for him to undress, he also let out a rattling strange smile, feeling Matsuda Seiko lowering his head and gently giving him wide clothes, a pink and slender back of his neck appeared in front of him, and the sweet body fragrance lingered on the end of his nose, and he couldn't help but sigh: This is a man's life.

Jiro Matsuoka's entourage was very experienced in pulling up a gauze tent to separate the hot spring pool from their gaze.

Jiro Matsuoka is like a vulgar duck. Naked. The body jumped into the hot spring pool with a "poof", cheering for Yang Lin to hurry down.

Although Yang Lin was very embarrassed to be so open in front of people, he followed the customs of the locals, so he let go of his arms and let Matsuda Seiko strip himself naked.

The hot spring water of more than 40 degrees is just hot, and I only feel comfortable when I soak in it, and my body is relaxed and comfortable from the inside out. Matsuoka Jiro "swam" to Yang Lin's side, squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "The Holy Son's kung fu is very good, I have to enjoy it tonight." Her husband is also an actor, but he probably can't satisfy her, so this woman is crazy to play. But don't worry, this woman has a very good mind, ordinary men can't get her at all, it's very clean, I only had it with her once a few years ago, and this time I brought her because I wanted to entertain you. The Holy Son has a very high eye, and he can see that she is very interested in you, so he will agree to come out. Then he lowered his voice and said to Yang Lin with a wicked smile: "In this book, every female parliamentarian will have one or several protectors, and these protectors will have to take on protection and career help while being served by female parliamentarians. Do you know who the protector of the Son is? ”

Seeing Yang Lin shaking his head suspiciously, Matsuoka Jiro smiled and said, "It's my father, Master Matsuoka Gong of Toho Company." ”

Yang Lin was really stunned. Choose! It's outrageous, right? This kid not only stole Lao Tzu's lover, but actually took out Lao Tzu's lover as a gift? It's just a beast that can't be a beast!

The three women have been untied and stripped naked, and the beautiful ** is unreservedly exposed to the dense mist, faintly attracting Yang Lin's attention, the white and straight twin peaks and dark and lush hair are faintly visible, full of moving beauty. The Mixed Bath Inventor Is What a Fucking Friend of the Silver Min!

Matsuoka Jiro couldn't care about Yang Lin anymore, so he rushed towards the girl who had already stepped into the hot spring pool, bringing up a large splash of water, stirring the mist swirling and surging.

Matsuda Seiko slowly walked to Yang Lin's side, sitting on the stone steps of the pool that had submerged into the water, the rippling hot spring water was just up to her chest, the snow-white and firm twin peaks were up and down, and the tender red cherries were faint and faint. The jet-black hair was tied in a bun on the top of the head, the white neck became more and more slender, and the white skin that was as clear as jade was slightly scalded by the slightly hot spring water.

Seeing Yang Lin sitting there still, just staring at her, Matsuda Seiko smiled slightly: "Not used to it? ”

Yang Lin nodded and laughed at himself: "I have always prided myself on being well-informed, but compared with you myself, I am really small, and my face is too thin." Because when he said this, there was even a pleasant moan in the girl's unique pain. Recite. Matsuoka Jiro, a bastard, actually staged a live spring in front of Brother Yang. Palace.

Matsuda Seiko smiled faintly, raised his hand and put his hand on Yang Lin's shoulder and slowly walked, giving him a gentle massage: "I like to soak in hot springs, and I think that mixed bathing is a way to get closer to nature, and mixed bathing is life, art, and culture." More than 100 years ago, it was common for men and women to bathe in public baths, regardless of their surname, to soak in the same large hot tub for an hour, which was extremely natural and did not feel anything wrong at all. The surname is treated differently from **, but in fact, the body cannot be exposed before entering the water in a public place. ”

Yang Lin declined to comment on Matsuda's words. Except for saints, no one can maintain a natural and peaceful state of mind in this situation of mixed bathing.

He closed his eyes slightly and rested his head back on the stone ridge by the hot spring pool. Listening to the murmuring of the stream and the chirping of birds, there is a feeling of cleansing the body and mind. It's just that the movement made by Matsuoka Jiro made Yang Lin very irritable.

Matsuda Seiko's slender palm roamed over Yang Lin's body, she was a little obsessed with feeling the undulating feeling of strong muscles like a mountain, and she was very surprised that this man who looked delicate and thin would have such a strong physique, and his perfect body did not have a trace of fat, just like a professional model.

Young and handsome, with a successful career, a strong body, and elegant conversation, this is simply a perfect man. I just don't know if it's so good in some aspects? Matsuda Seiko bit his lip slightly, and his jade-like palm slowly slid down along Yang Lin's flat and strong abdominal muscles, catching the already firm high-spirited, and his heart trembled slightly. Oh my God, the hardness and length are already perfect, and Seiko Matsuda only feels like she is about to melt. She knew all too well what kind of pleasure and joy such something might bring to a woman.

Yang Lin closed his eyes, feeling the gentle movements of his soft little hand, and felt that the hot spring water seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and his body was getting hotter and hotter. This woman's skills were by no means comparable to those of his previous women, and the seemingly slow and gentle movements seemed to be able to easily arouse the pleasure in the depths of the body with each blow.

Whether it is the desire of his body or the kind he expresses to Jiro Matsuoka, he does not refuse to have a relationship with this woman who is a natural stunner.

Between the shaking of the water waves, Matsuda Seiko had already leaned over, straightened up his beautiful chest like a flower, and straddled Yang Lin. When she bit her lip and watched Yang Lin slowly sit down, accompanied by a whisper, Yang Lin felt that he had entered a place where he was forbidden to suffocate and slippery.

In the distance, Matsuoka Jiro let out a strange cry of "Lotus" and the girl's moaning in pain, Yang Lin only felt that he had fallen into hell, but his soul was happily floating in heaven.

Matsuda Seiko raised a pair of snow-white arms like tender lotus roots to wrap around Yang Lin's neck, and the plump and firm twin peaks between the ups and downs of her delicate body slapped against the water surface to cause a wave of turbulence, and her rosy lips opened slightly, escaping a string of shallow chants (to be continued). )