Ukiyo-e paintings are hung on the glass-colored walls, and the picture shows men and women in kimonos entangled and kissing, and the women's clothes are half-faded to reveal their white flesh, which looks like a picture of a spring palace of some kind. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And under the wall is a person-high aromatherapy lamp, the whole body of the lamp is carved from precious sandalwood, glowing with purple, is carved into the body half squatting, wearing a kimono woman image, the woman holds an oil lamp in her hand, the fragrance is swirling under the bright light, forming a clearly visible ripple.

The floor of the teak wood is painted with a naked boy drawing water from a well, and on top is a large crystal chandelier with a diameter of two meters, releasing dazzling colors.

Under the twinkling lights, the warm samba music is blooming.

Countless men and women on the dance floor were swaying and jumping, and the whole room seemed to vibrate rhythmically, and the women wore delicate masks, short thigh-reaching skirts, and stiletto heels, dancing with their dance partners, and the men were all young men, full of energy, either masculine or rugged, but all of them were very handsome.

The drunken woman hugged the man and poured the champagne in her hand into the man's neckline, and the man who led the dance tore his own shirt in the woman's cheers, revealing his strong chest muscles!

It's a grand masquerade!

The booths and sofas on the edge of the dance floor were full of bewitching women, all dressed in costumes, many of whom hugged the men around them tightly, with a smile on their faces, but the men were very polite, and their faces were always filled with bright smiles, like plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind.

From time to time, the man would come to the woman's side and say a few words, which would make the women laugh, boldly burrow into his arms, gently beat the man's chest, or stretch out the white jade-like palm and shyly twist the man's body, and the others will follow suit.

Bottles of champagne were placed on the crystal table in front of them, and in a short time they had bottomed out, and before long the women took out their credit cards and threw them at the waiters, saying things like "twenty more bottles".

At the end of the samba music, the long and deep sound of the flute sounded in the room, flowing slowly, like a trickle, as if suddenly crossing back to ancient times from the modern city with high-rise buildings, standing on the bridge of the autumn wind.

The men and women on the dance floor suddenly dispersed, disappeared without a trace in an instant, a lone lamp fell from the sky, and the bright beam of light shone on the slender figure behind the dance floor, the man was naked and his upper body was exposed, revealing slightly bronzed skin, the muscles were strong, the lines were extremely beautiful, but there was no roughness of those muscular men, it looked very comfortable, and there was a thin mermaid line around the waist, which was extremely sexy.

The man's hair fell to his ears, the bangs on his forehead were lifted to the side, covering half of his face, revealing slightly emaciated, but not thin cheeks, and the blower on the side blew the cherry blossoms that had been prepared in advance towards him, in addition to this, there was this little bit of silver, which was a man-made snowflake, and his long hair flew in the wind, like a mythical man.

With his bare chest heaving slightly, the man reached out and took out the long knife hanging from his waist, reflecting the bright light in the spotlight, illuminating his face, leaving a silver-white trail.

The man suddenly swung the long knife forward, cutting open the flying petals, and the blade seemed to turn into a band of light under the beam, undulating with the man's movements, swimming in the air, advancing and retreating, with an indescribable beauty.

The cherry blossoms suddenly swirled around with the man's movements.

The audience applauded thunderously.

Although it is not a show, it looks more like a real fighting sword, but the women look at it with a lot of sparkle in their eyes, let out a scream of excitement, and admire the muscles with a sense of strength when the man swings the sword, like a vigorous bamboo branch, interpreting the beauty of the samurai.

The waiter pushed over a two-meter-long board, on which was placed consolidated ice cubes, and on top of the ice cubes was a black tuna (bluefin tuna) about two meters long, and the man suddenly waved the long knife in his hand, leaving a piece of light and shadow, like a light only in a dream, and the black tuna was accurately cut into dozens of pieces, revealing pink flesh.

The man threw the shiny long knife upward, and the blade of the knife flashed with cold light and stabbed straight down the light, and the women who saw this scene immediately let out an exclamation.

However, the next moment, the gorgeous scabbard on the man's waist moved forward slightly, and the long knife that fell accurately fell into the scabbard, making a sonorous and crisp sound.

In the next moment, the women burst into frantic cries, as if they had seen something most precious.

"Sakura Izumi!"

"Sakura-izumi-kun!"

"Izumi!"

They were all calling the man's name.

As soon as the tuna was cut, the women were already screaming to buy the hand-cut fish, and the most expensive of the fish belly was sold for 600,000 yen.

The person presiding over the dance suddenly shouted, "Congratulations to Masako Asai!"

The woman, Masako Asai, looked to be less than thirty years old, the most touching age of women, wearing a priceless Prada shirt, and after hearing the host's words, she immediately left the crowd with some embarrassment and slowly walked across the dance floor.

The flash was focused on her.

Masako Asai's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were as shy as a girl's spring, and she came to the man with elegant small steps, her two delicate palms clenched tightly together, trembling restlessly.

She was originally arrogant like a white swan, but at this time, she was shy, as if she had become a mimosa that had been touched.

It looked as if she had returned to the middle school of Shangguo, when she was still a fourteen-year-old girl, but she was waiting for her sweetheart under the afternoon sunset, by the street lamp that no one passed.

Her heart was like a deer colliding with her, and the girl's affection turned into bursts of heat flowing in her chest.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of my beloved man at the corner of the street: "I've kept you waiting!"

......

The man grabbed Masako Asai's tender white palm and put it on her chest, she could no longer keep her composure, bit her red lip lightly, raised her head to look at the man, and her bright eyes were full of affection.

The corners of the man's mouth suddenly provoked a faint arc, and he said in Japanese, which was not very proficient: "どうもありがとうございます." (Thank you.) Note: All of the following words are in Japanese.

Slowly took her palm and put it on his lips and kissed it gently, leaned forward slightly, and lightly touched Masako Asai's tender white cheeks, always with an intoxicating smile on his face.

Masako Asai suddenly became flustered, her eyes flashed, and she hurriedly said politely: "いいえ、どういたしまして." ”。 (No, no thanks.) ）

Suddenly, he covered his face and ran towards the crowd with small steps.

The women clapped vigorously, looking at Masako Asai with envy, wishing that the person who was kissed was herself.

"How does it feel? Sakurazumi's kiss?" the women around her asked her with a smile.

"I ...... This is...... It's the same as first love!

Masako Asai was incoherent, and at this moment she seemed to have turned into a little girl, and in the end she just said such words, and looked at the tall man standing in the middle of the dance floor with a crimson face.

She suddenly stood up and rushed forward to pour the champagne in her hand on the man's body, the wine sliding down the muscles of his chest, and the women cheered for her action.

Naturally, Masako Asai couldn't have done this out of anger, but in this way she showed her love for men.

The dance floor suddenly became dark, the women stirred slightly, and then the lights came on again, and what appeared in front of everyone was a tall, muscular, very strong man, the man raised the microphone in his hand and said loudly: "Angels, do you like our Sakuraizumi-kun!? Let me hear your answer!"

A young man named Sakura Izumi was standing beside him.

"I like it!"

"Sakura Izumi!"

The women blushed and shouted at the top of their voices, their faces fanatical, eager to overturn the house.

"Did our Sakuraizumi-kun make you feel the warmth you haven't felt for a long time?!

The women pressed the remote control in their hands, and a large screen suddenly lit up on the wall behind them, and the cherry blossoms grew from nothing to more, and in a moment they were piled up high, and a row of pink numbers was displayed on the top, "1068".

Sakuraizumi bowed in the direction of the women, with a warm smile like cherry blossoms on her face.

1068 flower tickets!

Naturally, the tickets here are not ordinary tickets, but special flower tickets, and the number of votes represents the degree of love that women have for this man, and each ticket costs 10,000 yen!

1,068 tickets are 10,680,000 yen!

And this money is not expensive champagne, nor is it delicious and precious food, it is just a flower ticket with no real value!

"We've added another flower to our ikebana tonight!, please shout his name out loud!" the man roared like a superstar.

"Sakura Springs!Sakura Springs!Sakura Springs!"

"Sakuraizumi will feel your love for him! He will hug you with the palm of his sword!" shouted the stout man, "Lift him up with the frenzy of your love!

The women's voices were even louder, bank cards were thrown into the trays in the hands of the waiters, bottles of champagne were served, and beautiful faces were becoming fanatical!

The waiters bowed respectfully at the table and packed the large sums of money into the golden box, which was bursting in a few moments.

"Sakuraizumi, I love you!"

A woman took a sip of champagne with her head up, revealing a slender and white neck, her red lips becoming more and more vivid in the light, and her cheeks were slightly powdery.

The atmosphere suddenly became more lively, and the women stood up one after another, looking at the man standing in the center of the stage with beautiful eyes.

This is the Akizuki River!

Japan's most famous city that never sleeps, Kabukicho in Shinjuku, Tokyo's busiest district!