Pressing the doorknob and gently pushing the door open, Shizuo Furumon was expecting to see some amazing yoga skills.

However...... After pushing the door open, what I saw was not Yoga, Ayako seemed to be sorting things out, and Shizuo Komimen was a little regretful.

"Jingjun?" Ayako sensed her gaze and turned to look at the door.

"What are you sorting out? There's something special about this box. Shizuo Furumon leaned against the door frame, speechless.

"It's a yukata, it's a ...... used in Yin Dou" Ayako smiled a little ambiguously, meaning something.

Shizuo Komimen immediately understood, in order not to stain the futon at that time, he directly used a yukata padding, which happened to be big enough after being unfolded.

So...... Falling red is on top.

"Do you even have a habit of collecting here?" Shizuo Furumon muttered.

"What did Jingjun say?" Ayako didn't hear clearly, stopped what she was doing and asked.

"It's nothing, anyway, the cup art museum I went to today has also closed down, and it will be blasted and demolished tomorrow, it seems that it is really difficult to make money from this thing in the art museum......"

"Jingjun." Ayako guessed what he was going to say, it was nothing more than the art museum that the Suzuki family had taken over before, and immediately interrupted him with a gentle smile.

"So, don't always think about those things, focus more on happy things, so that life will be happier."

Gu Meimen Jing said ambitiously, just a random topic.

"It's not early, you should go to bed early, and you have to get up early tomorrow." Shizuo Furumon rubbed his neck and turned to leave.

Ayako looked at the closed door, tilted her head and thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

"Jingjun...... I want to see Yoga......"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile sweetly, this feeling of being needed, being sought, and being obsessed made her feel very happy.

In fact, Ayako has some giving, or devotional personality, who wants to be needed by others and get satisfaction in the process of satisfying the needs of others.

Usually this type of person is caused by low self-esteem and insecurity, and Ayako's situation is more special.

Background, appearance, figure, she has everything, she lacks nothing, only if she can't find the meaning of her existence, she will become like this.

Late at night, Shizuo Komimen looked at the moon outside the window, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, he felt that his state was not quite right.

After all, he is still a mortal, and some mundane desires are aroused, and he, who has been depressed for a long time, is far more intense than ordinary people.

Therefore, abstinence is not a good habit, and it is better to loosen the blockage, otherwise it will overflow the levee and flood like a flood.

I don't know how long it took, the moon was obscured by the clouds, and when Shizuo Komimen finally felt a little drowsy, the door suddenly moved, and suddenly this bit of sleepiness flew away.

The door was gently pushed open and there was hardly any noise.

Immediately after, the sound of Suosuo sounded, and the lower edge of the quilt was lifted, and Shizuo Furumon felt a familiar body, clinging to him, and slowly climbed up his chest from the bottom up.

"Ayako?"

"Shh~~~ You're already asleep, close your eyes, just think you're dreaming, don't move."

Ayako's voice is very soft, both in breath and words, it is very sultry.

Dreaming? It's summer, not spring.

But it doesn't matter, after sticking up from Ayako's body, Shizuo Furumon seems to be soaked in the cold stream, and his irritability is gone.

Closing your eyes, lying still, and letting the other person do what they do is something else that makes you feel different.

A moist, warm, soft touch that begins on the forehead, then the eyelids, the tip of the nose, the lips, the jaw, the Adam's apple, the collarbone......

A pair of hands are rubbing against the scalp, through the hair, behind the ears, on the neck and shoulders, on the chest......

All kinds of wonderful touches enveloped the whole body, and finally returned to the most familiar and profound feeling of last night......

The suppressed inhalation sound sounded faintly, like a muffled cry and a complaint, like ASMR, which made people's brains tremble and a little hypnotic......

……

As if he had really had a dream, when Shizuo Furumon woke up again, it was already dawn, and he couldn't even remember how last night ended.

There's no sticky feeling on the body.,It's very dry.,It looks like Ayako left last night after cleaning.。

After getting dressed and leaving the room, the sound of warm conversation entered my ears.

"Is there anything else to prepare? Don't forget anything, wouldn't it be cuter to bring your new school bag? Grandpa might like it more? ”

Breakfast was ready, and Ayako was busy dressing up Xiao Ai and Akemi, and the two little ones were dressed up beautifully, more delicate and cute than usual.

Gumeimen Shizuo was a little ashamed, I didn't know what was wrong last night, and I was suddenly carried away by desire, and something was wrong with my whole person.

As a result, Ayako has just passed the first time, and her body has not fully recovered, so she not only has to take care of his needs, but also has to finish it, and finally has to get up early to be busy, which is really a bit undeserved.

"Jingjun, go wash up, you're about to leave after eating." Ayako settled the two children, brushed her falling hair behind her ears, and urged with a smile.

"Good work." Shizuo Komimen walked up to her, paid attention to his strength, and hugged her gently.

"What's going on? Early in the morning......" Ayako didn't quite understand.

"It's okay, you're beautiful today." Shizuo Komito let go of his hand and turned to go to the bathroom, leaving Ayako blinking blankly.

Xiao Ai and Akemi glanced at each other, and they both saw something strange in each other's eyes, it was really hard, and they didn't sleep so late last night......

When I arrived at the Gumeimen family's mansion, it was already close to noon.

This mansion was bought by the Komimon family after they moved to Tokyo, so whether it is Shizuo Komimon or Kensuke, there are not many memories in it, and it is even a little unfamiliar.

Generally speaking, as a civil servant, they are provided with accommodation, which is divided into free and paid.

For example, the prime minister can live in the official residence, and some of the high-level cores below it, as well as the governor of the prefecture in the local area, can live in the official residence.

These two are the more luxurious kind of villa courtyards, and they are free.

The level of Gumeimen Qingzang is not enough to live in the mansion for the time being, but it is possible to live in a dormitory, but this is not necessary, and it is not mandatory anyway.

Even some prime ministers, such as the one with a very clear chest, do not live in official residences, but choose to live in private residences.

In the case of the police system, generally speaking, young single police officers are forced to live in dormitories, but the land price in Tokyo is too high to afford too many dormitories, so it depends on the situation.

Some districts have dormitories, while others subsidize accommodation, and then rent in the corresponding districts.

For example, Wataru Takagi and Chiba and Shin are also rented by themselves.

The car was stopped at the door and was about to be inspected, Shizuo Furumon lowered the window and watched a group of black suits busy with a blank face.