I Loaded the Love Game

　　 "Shuzenji" is a famous hot spring town in central Izu.

　　 There is the oldest hot spring in the entire Izu Peninsula, and it is also the place where the story of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" took place.

　　The small town is surrounded by mountains, and the hot spring hotel reserved by Toru Watanabe is also in the mountains.

　　 The room for two people is a Japanese-style room facing the sea.

　　 "I like it here." Watanabe Toru sat in the sunlight on the eaves of the corridor, "Close, there are camphor trees, plum trees, and cherry blossom trees; in the distance is the Pacific Ocean."

　　 Kujo Miki sat lazily indoors.

　　 She said in a melodious tone that seemed to be teasing, like expecting, and like a prank:

　　 "Do you want to take a bath before wearing it, or do you want to wear it now?"

　　 "Look, how calm the sea is." Watanabe pointed at the sea.

　　 "Then wear it now."

　　 "How are the cherry blossoms...huh?" Watanabe Toru leaned out from the porch, "Just now a bird flew past. It looks like a bird with a tail like..."

　　 "Come here." Kujo Miki's voice cooled down, and she ordered.

　　 Watanabe sighed helplessly, got up and went over, saying:

　　 "At night, don't fool around."

　　 "My sister promised you, when did you not honor it?"

　　 Watanabe Toru walked up to her, took off her upper body clothes, Kujo Miki put her hand on his waistband, and took off his pants.

　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Miki Kujo faced there, blowing a long, warm breath.

　　 The reaction visible to the naked eye made her laugh out loud.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at her delicate lips and restrained her evil thoughts.

　　 The kimono brought by Miki Kujo is quite gorgeous.

　　The kimono is based on red, with colorful birds on the red bottom, and nine black rattans embroidered on the cuffs. The color is very bright.

　　 "Come on, put on the lining robe first." Kujo Miki said with a smile.

　　 "Ah—" Watanabe wailed.

　　 Miki Kujo, admiring his desperate expression, closed the front of his robe.

　　 "Then the cloth stockings." Miki Kujo squatted at his feet, turned the back of the cloth stockings outwards, and motioned for him to put his feet in.

　　 "Absolutely inappropriate, really!" Watanabe Toru said forcefully.

　　 "My lady will help you dress, what else do you want? Hurry up!"

　　 Watanabe was totally unwilling, put his hands on her shoulders, and put his feet into the stockings.

　　 Miki Kujo carefully buttoned the tabs on him.

　　 "Hey, the last kimono."

　　 Watanabe Toru has given up struggling, spread her arms, letting Kujo Miki wear her gorgeous red kimono.

　　 When closing the front of the kimono and wearing a wide belt, Miki Kujo laughed all the time.

　　 "Take it off, absolutely ugly!"

　　 "Where is it ugly? It looks good." Miki Kujo slashed her belt, laughing so much that tears came down.

　　 After tying the belt, she made Watanabe squat down.

　　 Toru Watanabe sat down on the tatami.

　　 "Geisha is not sitting like this. Come, my sister will teach you." Kujo Miki sat down on her knees with her hands folded on her knees.

　　 "Wait a minute." Watanabe Toru stood up, dressed in a kimono, and walked to the eaves of the corridor.

　　 He poked his head out a little, and looked around twice, confirming that the place was indeed close to the cliff and that no one could pass by.

　　 Looking back, Kujo Miki was holding her belly and smiling, she was gone for a geisha.

　　 "Sure enough, take it off."

　　 "Hurry up!" Kujo Miki patted her side and motioned him to sit down as soon as she was sitting.

　　 There was still an uncontrollable smile in her stern tone.

　　 Toru Watanabe had to kneel and sit on the tatami.

　　 "Hold your hands like this." Miki Kujo stretched out her hand to correct his posture, "Have your back like this, yes, very smart."

　　 After the guidance, she stood up and took out a wig in the style of'Takashimada'.

　　 With her slightly cold hands, she lifted Watanabe's bangs and put on a wig.

　　 After doing all this, she walked around Watanabe appreciatively, and then suddenly remembered taking out her phone and taking pictures of him frantically.

　　 "You can take pictures, but you can't spread them out!"

　　 "Don't worry. Come on, bow your hands on the ground and bow your head, it's fine. Then this--"

　　 Miki Kujo touched a shy orchid finger on her chin.

　　 "......"

"Not bad!"

　　 Kujo Miki took out a folding fan, gently raised Watanabe's chin, and the phone in her other hand had entered the camera mode.

　　 "......"

　　 "It's so beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!" Kujo Miki said with a smile.

　　 "......"

　　 "Say you like me too, hurry up." Miki Kujo pointed her phone at him.

".......I like you too."

　　 "Voice, voice, pay attention to voice! It's so beautiful, I like you, Miss Watanabe!"

　　 Under Miki Kujo's sharp eyes, Watanabe said in a soft voice, "I like you too."

　　 He is going crazy.

　　 "Hahaha, don't be unhappy, come and see for yourself." Kujo Miki took Watanabe Toru in a gesture of holding a beauty.

　　 The two came to the full-length mirror.

　　 A translucent mirror, in which two "beauties" appeared.

　　 "Compared to the geisha we ordered in Kyoto last time, that geisha is the most beautiful one in Gion." Kujo praised.

　　 always feels just compliments to comfort the injured.

"......Okay."

　　 Looking at the beauty in the mirror and admiring his "beautiful" side, Toru Watanabe finally had a little comfort.

　　 He shook his kimono and long sleeves, and said, "Who and Miki Mi?"

　　 "You are so beautiful, how can Miki be better than you?" Kujo Miki is very cooperative.

　　 Watanabe hummed smugly:

　　 "Whether it is men's clothing or women's clothing, no one can reach me, what Kujo Miki, what Kiyono Rin, a mob."

　　 "Beauty, you are beautiful." Kujo Miki's smile hadn't stopped since the beginning.

　　 "...Sure enough, I took it off." Watanabe Toru reached out and took off the wig.

　　 Midway, he suddenly realized something, and turned to look at Miki Kujo:

　　 "The size of this kimono is mine, what do you do?"

　　 "Don't wear it." She answered naturally.

　　 "Don't wear it?" Watanabe Toru raised his volume slightly, "I trust you so much! So looking forward to you! You lied to me?!"

　　 "What's the hurry?" Miki Kujo gave him a cold eye, "There is one more."

　　 "That's good." Watanabe breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 After so long, the sunlight on the eaves of the corridor was stained with amaranth, the sea surface was rippling, and the wind was blowing.

　　 "There is still some time before dinner, soak in the hot springs for a while?" Watanabe asked.

　　 Kujo Miki groaned and stretched her body after walking for a day.

　　 She spread her slender and soft arms: "Take care of me to change clothes."

　　 "I can't ask for it."

　　 "Huh? Just taught you the etiquette?"

　　 "......"

　　Watanabe, the first beauty of gardening artists in Kyoto, waits for guests from Tokyo to change clothes.

　　 Putting on a yukata for Miki Kujo's snow-white attractive body, Toru Watanabe was finally able to take off the kimono.

　　 The two put on slippers, Watanabe took towels and clothes, and headed to the hot spring that belongs to this room.

　　 "The hot spring is sprayed from the mountain and flows into the Pacific Ocean all the time. It is very clean, and before coming, I specially asked the boss to clean it up."

"Okay."

　　 "Where are we going to travel in the future, I will build a house there first, or buy a new one?"

　　 "Instead, it restricts the fun of traveling at will and going wherever you want. Like this time, just let people change everything."

"Listen to you."

　　 The path leading to a private hot spring is planted with Manchurian flowers, ghost ferns, and pines.

　　 There is also a shallow stream with a wide palm, and daffodils have small white flowers on both sides.

　　The hot spring highlights the natural flavor, and the only artificial trace is the exquisite stone lantern on the ground.

　　 The two took off their clothes and went into the hot spring.

　　The whole body is soaked in it, only his shoulders are exposed slightly, his back is leaning against the hot spring, and he looks at the sea under the sunset.

　　 The atmosphere is comfortable and comfortable, which makes people do not want to talk.

　　 But because it is so rare, Watanabe can’t help but regret:

　　 "I really want to do this forever."

　　 Kujo Miki moved slightly, the hot spring rippled, she nestled in Watanabe's arms.

　　The steaming water vapor and the soft lighting are intertwined with each other.

　　 This is a quiet dusk, except for the flow of hot spring water, only the friction of leaves and leaves can be heard.

　　 After soaking in the hot spring reluctantly, the two returned to the room.

　　 called the front desk, and a waiter immediately brought dinner.

"excuse me."

　　 The two waiters who walked in were all waitresses, and they were all wearing light green kimonos, which are very suitable for spring.

　　 They knelt at the table of the two of them, arranging food trays at an unhurried speed.

　　The movements are elegant, every time a dish is presented, one of them will softly introduce the origin of the dish.

　　 Izu’s abalone, Shizuoka’s cantaloupe sweet soup, Biwa Lake’s early spring chuzi fish, vegetables from a vegetable garden, where is the lobster, and when is the crab.

　　 Their voices are soft and comfortable, just like the rain hitting the blue tiles on a rainy day.

　　 When placing chopsticks and towels, they would bend over slightly, hold them in both hands, and place them respectfully in front of them.

　　 "Please use the two slowly. If there is any problem, please let me know."

　　 They saluted slightly, knelt back a few steps, then got up, and walked towards the door of the room with small broken steps.

　　 went out of the door and bowed to the two of them again before closing the door gently.

　　 The room was quiet again, and Watanabe Toru looked at Miki Kujo in front of him.

　　 "When will the geisha I ordered come? If I don't come again, I'm going to be unhappy." He said with a smile.

　　 Kujo Miki gave him an angry glance, put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and turned back into the bedroom.

　　 Only Watanabe Toru is left, but his heartbeat fills the room.

　　 After taking a bite of the dish, he put down his chopsticks, took the tea and drank, still not having fun, and could not help but poured the sake.

　　 After drinking several sips, the surging blood was slightly relieved, and he began to eat vegetables without a bite.

　　 About ten minutes later, Miki Kujo came out.

　　 She curled her hair behind her head and tied a hairpin.

The kimono style on 　　 is similar to that worn by Toru Watanabe before bathing.

　　 The bright red color, and the small geisha fan in her hand, which was placed on Miki Kujo, and it was not at all coquettish.

　　 She walked slowly, dragging the hem of her kimono slightly, and she looked gorgeous.

　　 In the bright yellow lights in the house, she is like the most beautiful and noble woman in Da Ori.

　　 Watanabe stared at her intently.

　　 Kujo Miki walked to him, knelt down and sat down slowly, picked up the wine cup, and pours Watanabe with low eyebrows.

　　 At the same time, she said softly and softly:

　　 "Master, what dance do you want to see?"

　　 Toru Watanabe drank the alcohol in one sip and controlled his emotions a little.

　　 "Is there such a dance that a woman can't sleep alone and misses a man?"

　　 "Yes." Kujo Miki responded softly.

　　 She put down the wine cup and stood up gracefully and charmingly.

　　 Toru Watanabe can only restrain himself from the urge to hold her slender waist on the spot and to hold her in his arms.

　　 Miki Kujo took a few steps away, pinched the hairpin with her index finger and thumb, and gently pulled it out.

　　 That beautiful black hair poured down like running water.

　　 She opened the fan and sang as she danced.

　　『Black——hair——of.....』

　　 The singing voice is long and sad, and the affection is continuous.

　　 Slender figure, graceful dance, graceful posture, coquettish, noble and gorgeous.

　　 would occasionally cover his face with a kimono sleeve, and glance at Watanabe with her delicate eyes.

　　 "Come to me." This is the first sentence Watanabe Toru said after watching the dance and listening to the music.

　　 Miki Kujo swayed like a red rose blown by the spring breeze.

　　 When she approached Watanabe Toru, she let out a soft cry and fell into Watanabe Toru's arms.

　　 Just when Watanabe couldn't control herself, she reached out to hold her in her arms, but she pushed him away with both hands.

　　 "Master, I only dance and accompany wine, not pick up guests." She turned her head slightly.

　　 The two were close, because of the fall just now, her black hair with a faint fragrance remained on Watanabe Toru’s chest.

　　 "I want to go there, I just want to help Miss." With that said, Watanabe reached into the kimono skirt and kneaded her thigh through the white stockings.

　　 Kujo Miki nudged his chest with both hands, separating the two of them, shyly turning away their faces.

　　 "Master does this again, I'm going back." She said childishly.

　　 "Well, don't touch you." Watanabe Toru raised his hands.

　　 Kujo Miki immediately smiled, and said like a child: "Then I will pour wine for the master."

　　 Toru Watanabe drank the wine that Miki Kujo poured and asked, "Where is the lady from?"

　　 "Iwate Prefecture."

　　 "Oh, good place, I have been."

　　 "Where did the uncle come from?" Kujo Miki took her chopsticks in one hand and put it under his chin in the other.

　　 After Watanabe Toru eats a bite of the dish, she picks up the towel with her slender hands and wipes his mouth carefully.

　　 "Tokyo."

　　 "I have been there too. When the rich people celebrate their birthdays, they ask me to dance."

　　 "Amazing! Looks very famous?"

　　 "That is, I even dance for many foreigners!"

"Oh?"

　　 "You, okay, I am, Jiu, Tiao, Mei, Ji, very high, happy, to you, dance, dance."

　　 "Chinese." Watanabe nodded thoroughly.

　　 "Hello, I am Miki Kujo, from Hawaii, USA."

　　 "Yanks also watch Japanese dance?"

　　 "Gringo's money is best to cheat, she doesn't understand anything." Kujo Miki proudly raised her thin white neck.

　　 "So amazing? How old are you this year?"

"Twelve years old."

　　 "...Wait, change it, at least 14 years old, right?"

　　 Miki Kujo giggled and said, "You lied to you, I'm fourteen and a half years old."

　　 "Dare to turn to the master." Watanabe thoroughly grabbed her warm little hand.

　　 "Oh, no, I will get scolded." Kujo Miki pulled her hand back.

　　 "Just touch your hands."

　　 "It really doesn't work."

　　 "Don't you like me?"

　　 "I hate it. I saw it for the first time. How can I say that I like it? People are not so frivolous."

　　 "But I fell in love with Miss at first sight." Watanabe Teo pressed his face to her, sniffing her neck.

　　 Because of the itching, Miki Kujo let out a sweet and heart-stringing laugh.

　　 In the end, she panted slightly and pushed away Watanabe's sniffing face with her slender white fingers.

　　 "Guest, if you do this again, I really want to go back."

　　 "Okay, you can always touch your hands, right?" Watanabe Toru sat back.

　　 Kujo Miki didn't speak, and the hand that was vacated, pours him alcohol.

　　 After dinner, Watanabe Toru also only touched his little hands and smelled the fragrance of his hair.

　　 "I'm leaving." Miki Kujo saluted slightly, preparing to stand up.

　　 Watanabe reached out and held her by hand: "Look out the window."

　　 "What?" Kujo Miki still played the little girl, looking out the window innocently.

　　 "What is blue on the sea?"

　　 "Where is blue? Why can't I see it?" Kujo Miki got up and walked over, looking for the dark sea.

　　 Although she looks at the sea, her attention is all behind her.

　　 She really seems to have become a geisha who must rush back and cannot stay overnight, dealing with guests who try to eat her.

　　 The body was slightly tense, and I don't know when Watanabe Toru could not restrain himself.

　　 At this moment, Watanabe Toru's footsteps sounded behind him, and he was slowly approaching.

　　 Is it standing next to me or hugging from behind...

　　 Before she finished thinking, a pair of arms went around in front of her, like a big and soft net, which caught her little bird.

　　 At that moment, in Miki Kujo's vision, the dark sea seemed to really appear blue, while the bright yellow lights in the room began to blur.

　　 In the faint light and shadow, Watanabe Toru's face slowly moved closer, and he kissed her lips softly.

　　 Kujo Miki retreats.

　　 But the more she struggled, the tighter Watanabe Toru held her.

　　 The lips of the two kept kissing each other, and she gradually became excited, and her face began to turn red.

　　 "No, I have to go back." She finally turned to avoid Watanabe Toru's kiss.

　　 Watanabe Toru's face drew close again, Kujo Miki was hugged so tightly that she had nowhere to hide, she could only shut her mouth tightly.

　　 But those greedy lips didn't bully her anymore.

　　 her hair was pulled apart, something was close to her ears, she shrank her body because she was afraid of itching.

　　 "Miki, I like you." The gentle whisper, mixed with the exhaled heat, touched her earlobe and hit her heart.

"The guests......"

　　 "I won't let you go." In the man's words, there was already a gasp.

　　 Kujo Miki's body softened uncontrollably.

"Let me go......"

　　 Ignoring her pleading, Watanabe Toru strongly embraced her and walked towards the tatami.

　　 "It really doesn't work, I have to go back."

　　 The two of them wanted to leave one by one, and the other pulled hard, and the skirts of the kimono opened wider and wider. When they entered the bedroom, all the white shoulders were exposed.

　　 Kujo Miki lay on the tatami, crossed her hands and put her arms in front of her chest.

　　 In response to Watanabe Toru's kiss on his lips, he can only avoid it by shaking his head.

　　 "No way..."

　　 While searching for her lips, Toru Watanabe stretched his hand into the skirt and kneaded her thigh through the white cloth stockings.

　　 She reached out to block, he took the opportunity to kiss her bare shoulders.

　　 There is always a place to fall from the top and bottom. Because of avoiding kisses, the hair becomes disorganized, and the forehead and neck are hot and about to sweat.

　　 At this moment, Toru Watanabe stopped all his movements.

　　 Kujo Miki was lying on the tatami, her kimono was scattered, Watanabe put her hands on her ears, and looked down at her.

　　 The two panted and looked at each other quietly.

　　 In the next instant, Watanabe Toru suddenly hugged her, hugging her tighter than before.

　　 He panted with heat, and then plucked her ears again:

　　 "Miki, my Miki, I want you."

　　 The deep, sweet, persistent, hoarse voice gave her an unspeakable sense of comfort.

　　 Kujo Miki loosened her left hand holding the hem of the kimono skirt, took the right hand that was protecting her shoulder, and wrapped her around Watanabe Toru's neck.

　　 At the beginning of the battle, the kimono was well-dressed, only the shoulders fell slightly;

　　 In the middle of the journey, it was only with the help of a tight belt to keep the kimono on her body;

　　 When she was kneeling one time, the kimono appeared on the tatami mat in front of her for some time.

　　 In the end, all she was left with was white cloth socks.

　　 Watanabe lay in the bed, full of satisfaction Miki Kujo, nestled in his arms.

　　 The atmosphere is quiet and comfortable, very peaceful.

　　 "Sister Miki, you really know how to play." Watanabe smiled and kissed Miki Kujo on the forehead.

　　 "You have to learn a lot." Miki Kujo closed her eyes comfortably, enjoying his kiss.

　　 Sweating, a strand of hair scattered with passion, stuck to her cheek, like a black line meticulously smeared with a paintbrush.

　　 Brows and eyes are soft~www.ltnovel.com~ The face is flushed, with a spring look.

　　 Toru Watanabe looked at her like this, and couldn't help but clasp her tighter.

　　 Kujo Miki leaned on his sturdy shoulders, listened to his long breath, felt the warmth of her skin, and her heart was full of happiness.

　　 "School is about to start soon." Watanabe Toru said.

　　 Kujo Miki said without opening her mouth, her voice was lazy.

　　 "I look forward to the shift." Watanabe Toru said again.

"Ok."

　　 "Shall we continue?"

　　 "Hmm..." Then, Miki Kujo reacted, and she refused with a "Hmm--".

　　 Her rippling voice has a different charm in the warm breeze of this spring night.

　　 Toru Watanabe can't control himself.

　　 The next morning, it started to rain in Izu.

　　 The two were too lazy and stayed in the hotel.

　　 Occasionally soaking in the hot springs in the rain, occasionally holding each other to watch the raining sea, occasionally hiding in the bedroom, and the Japanese room can not see people, only the sound.

　　 In the afternoon, the two took the Izu Express and set off together in April, returning to Tokyo.

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