In the room, after simply packing his luggage, Ryo Asakura idly started playing with his mobile phone. He also asked the servant outside the door for help to heat up the cookies he brought in the microwave, so that he could bring them to the Yukinoshita family at lunchtime.
Soon, the servant who came to announce the start of lunch took him to the living room. Soft light poured onto the table, exquisite dishes were laid out, and rich and fragrant aromas filled the living room.
Is this the style of a wealthy family? The dazzling array of dishes made him sigh at the luxury before him.
"Asakura-kun is here, please sit down and eat. Our family hasn't entertained guests for a long time. I hope today's meal will suit your taste."
Mrs. Yukinoshita treated him with the warm attitude of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law and liking him more the more she looked, which made him feel a little flattered.
Haruno Yukinoshita, who had just rushed home and sat down, looked at her mother's gentle behavior in surprise, and was a little unable to believe that this was the cold and strong woman in her memory.
Haruno Yukinoshita glanced at the three people present with an inexplicable look, then she showed a sweet and sunny smile, approached Ryo Asakura intimately, and was full of gratitude to the boy who saved her beloved sister.
The tight-fitting pink shirt on her upper body highlighted her plump and juicy breasts. The texture was delicate and soft, and the buttons were like soldiers with arrows drawn, as if they might jump off at any time.
She wore a pair of light blue jeans that covered her round and firm buttocks. Her plump thighs and slender waist together created a perfect body curve.
"It's been a long time since our home has been so lively. Mr. Asakura is our great benefactor. It would be very rude if we fail to entertain him well."
As she spoke, she inadvertently hugged the boy's arm to her chest. The soft and elastic touch made Ryo Asakura afraid to act rashly, so he had to let her pull him to sit in his seat.
Yukino, who was standing next to her, watched her sister shamelessly using her breasts to gouge her lover, and the cold expression on her face became even gloomier. He was obviously her man, and she obviously still had a lot of room for growth.
"It's my first visit, so I made some handmade cookies as a gift. I hope they will suit Mrs. Yukinoshita and Miss Haruno's tastes."
Ryo Asakura felt that the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and quickly took out the reheated biscuits and handed them to the three people, trying to ease the uneasy premonition in this way.
Mrs. Yukinoshita and Haruno Yukinoshita's beautiful eyes lit up slightly. They didn't expect that the boy in front of them could actually cook, which added weight to their already good impression of him.
Two pairs of delicate hands each picked up a biscuit and put it to their respective pink lips, and an immersive sweet taste burst out as they chewed.
The forgotten hidden effect of cooking skills was triggered again. The two pairs of beautiful legs under the table couldn't help but close together, and a sweet moan came from their throats.
Ryo Asakura broke out in a cold sweat on his back in an instant. He actually forgot about this. He wondered if they thought he had put something strange in it.
Fortunately, both mother and daughter were people with extremely strong psychological qualities, and they were born with very good control of micro-expressions. On the surface, they calmly commented that his cooking skills were beyond imagination, but secretly, they kept their legs together and entangled with each other, as if something was about to overflow.
After this little episode, the formal lunch began. They all put their biscuits carefully into their pockets, as if they wanted to savor them later.
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Ryo Asakura calmed down and began to eat the delicacies in front of him. After all, there were not many opportunities to eat such high-quality ingredients. In addition, with his financial strength, he was afraid that he could not afford a whole meal. So, of course he had to eat more when he had this opportunity, so that he would not feel it was in vain when he came all the way to Chiba.
The boy's natural and unrestrained attitude made the three girls present smile even more. This sincere and natural performance just catered to the strike zone in their hearts. The expressions on their faces became more relaxed and natural, as if they had taken off the masks they usually wore tightly.
After a lunch that was enjoyable for both hosts and guests, Mrs. Yukinoshita expressed her desire to talk to Ryo Asakura alone, and asked if it would be convenient for her to go out for a walk in the afternoon.
Ryo Asakura naturally agreed to the request as the host urged. Anyway, Yukino had not told him what other plans she had for the day.
Seeing that he agreed, Mrs. Yukinoshita raised a charming smile. In this family, her two daughters were not close to her. Because of her background as a county councilor and a construction company owner, she did not have anyone with whom she could communicate on a daily basis.
From the way Yukino looked at him, it was clear that the experienced Mrs. Yukinoshita had already seen through her daughter's thoughts. This interview was somewhat like a mother-in-law testing her son-in-law, as well as a desire to confide in herself that had been building up in her heart for many years.
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After a brief rest and saying goodbye to Yukino, Ryo Asakura followed Mrs. Yukinoshita into a luxury car bound for an unknown destination. The driver of the car was a man with a hooked nose and a falcon-like look, looking like a man with a rebellious mind.
However, those who can open construction companies in Japan always have some xx background, and Ryo Asakura didn't want to get involved in things that had nothing to do with him.
However, when he got in the car, he saw the driver seemed to be spraying something that looked like air freshener, and the smell was quite fresh and pleasant. Maybe this was the requirement of a wealthy family, so he did not remind Mrs. Yukinoshita.
The scenery outside the window changed as the car drove. The two people sitting in the back seat chatted quietly, but the atmosphere was a little weird.
"Asakura-kun, I'll get straight to the point, are you willing to marry into the Yukinoshita family?
Both Yukino and I are very satisfied with you. You just need to nod your agreement, and you can get married right after graduation."
Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the handsome boy in front of her with a confident expression. Because it was the holiday, Ryo Asakura did not deliberately hide his appearance. The perfect Tokyo handsome boy, coupled with his youthful spirit and calmness that seemed to have experienced many things and could handle them with ease, gently moved the heartstrings of even a mature and charming woman like Mrs. Yukinoshita.
There is no difference between women and men. They all always like eighteen-year-olds.
"What a joke. I don't really understand why we are talking about marrying into the Yukinoshita family. Besides, Yukinoshita-san and I are just friends. We have no plans to date for now, and I already have a girlfriend."
Ryo Asakura stared at the beautiful woman in front of him with an expression he had expected, and suddenly felt like a little white rabbit caught in a trap, huddled in the corner and trembling.
"For a family like ours, as long as it does not affect the normal marriage, it is normal for the husband to have a few mistresses outside.
I believe that Yukino will accept this helplessness in order to be with you. I saw her persistence in that child's eyes.
Besides, is it so unattractive for you to ascend to heaven overnight and have a beautiful woman in your arms, even if the price is just to marry into your wife's family?"
Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the alert boy in front of her with an increasingly charming smile. His calm temperament and sense of responsibility made him even more precious. With an active mind, she teased him with a softer and more seductive tone, wanting to see the truth behind the perfection.
Conscience actually knows everything, but knowing everything does not necessarily prevent human sin. If you want to avoid the moment when sin comes, you will never be able to avoid it.
"Mrs. Yukinoshita, your words are indeed very attractive, but some promises cannot be betrayed. At least I have no such intention at the moment."
Ryo Asakura refused seriously and solemnly. He did not believe in sunshine, but was more accustomed to sudden rain. Behind any seemingly simple and beautiful things, there would always be an unknown crisis hidden.