The meal left Shiraishi Nagiso deeply satisfied.
Midway through eating, Sawada Yui came to say goodbye.
Dressed in a sailor-style JK uniform, with slightly pigeon-toed legs clad in white socks and sneakers, she was the picture of adorable, irresistible youth.
With Tokyo Women's University set to start soon, Sawada Yui had enrolled in a swimming course. Worried she'd get tanned in the hot weather, Nagiso urged her to leave early for class and return home quickly afterward.
"Onii-chan, where's Oka-san?" Sawada Yui pushed the door open, poking her head around it to ask.
"Exercising," Fang Zuo shrugged.
Spotting Fang Zuo's sculpted chest muscles, Sawada Yui blushed crimson instantly.
After a hasty "Sayonara," she pounded down the stairs.
Only then did Shiraishi Nagiso throw back the covers, her face flushed bright red as she emerged. If it weren't for the air conditioning, she might have suffocated in this season.
With the house finally quiet and everyone else gone, a rare moment alone for the two of them had arrived.
Shiraishi Nagiso had styled her hair into a traditional married woman's chignon, secured with a simple wooden hairpin. She wore a plain apron that left her smooth, glowing back bare. Beneath it, a daring flash of red lace thong peeked out. Clad in wooden geta, she bustled around the kitchen.
It was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. Though she was full, her man was still hungry. She headed downstairs to prepare him brunch.
Japanese brunch tends to be simple—often a sandwich and coffee. She toasted bread, cut off the crusts, shaping the slices into hearts. She fried an egg. While usually it would be just a slice of cheese and ham, Nagiso went further, frying slices of Wagyu beef to layer inside. Worried it still might not be enough, she added generous chunks of fatty tuna belly (chutoro).
Having eaten so much herself, she was deeply concerned about her man's nutritional intake. What started as a humble sandwich transformed into a monstrous double-decker burger – its quirky heart-shaped top and bottom slices seeming a little out of place. A swipe of mayonnaise and a chopstick speared through held the behemoth together.
Perfect.
She admired her creation, satisfied.
Fang Zuo lounged on the sofa, idly flipping through TV channels. Japanese television was dedicated to entertainment. After footage of Diet members brawling came scenes of girls in swimsuits playing combat games.
Tap, tap, tap.
Nagiso approached, holding a plate bearing the colossal sandwich and a cup of coffee, her geta clicking on the floor.
She lifted Fang Zuo's legs onto her lap. With her left hand, she picked up the sandwich; her right held the coffee cup.
She fed Fang Zuo bite by bite.
"Yui has chosen her major. She wants to study art."
"Let her follow her interests. It's not like money is tight."
Sou desu ne. (That's right.) Then I'll call the Dean." Fang Zuo swallowed a large mouthful and leaned down to sip the coffee Nagiso offered.
He didn't need to lift a finger. His hands were free to roam wherever they pleased.
Japanese women certainly knew how to cater to a man.
If this were Maoshan, Longhushan, or Qingchengshan back home... he dared not even imagine it. Just the thought of such a scenario in those places would have the sword of a Daoist fairy resting on his neck before he could blink.
Fang Zuo demolished the sandwich in just a few more large bites, leaving nothing behind.
Shiraishi Nagiso beamed, her heart as sweet as honey. There was no greater compliment than seeing the man she adored finish everything she prepared. This immensely powerful man possessed none of the unpleasant traits common to Japanese men.
Takeda Nobuo's death was truly worth it, she thought inwardly.
After eating, they sat together on the sofa like countless other couples. Fang Zuo watched the Japanese news, sipping coffee from a cup held in one hand. His other hand was occupied caressing Shiraishi Nagiso's pale, round, and exquisitely soft feet.
They were like plush velvet, smooth and yielding under his touch, feeling wonderful in his palm. Despite years of wearing high heels, her heels showed not a trace of rough skin.
"I've contacted agents. The location is too prime, right in Kabukicho. There are many takers. I should be able to lease everything out within the next couple of days." Nagiso bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the ticklish, pleasurable sensation spreading from her feet as she reclined at the other end of the sofa, cradling a laptop to work. She had shed the apron, now wearing a black lace negligee. Her jade-like feet rested on Fang Zuo's thighs, surrendering to his ministrations.
"Don't bother telling me. You handle it. It's a gift for you," Fang Zuo said, taking another sip of coffee. The woman was delightful, but the coffee still couldn't hold a candle to tea. He missed the spirit-infused teas of Maoshan.
"By the way, save a few ground-floor shops for me," Fang Zuo suddenly remembered something.
"Hai!" Shiraishi Nagiso covered the phone's mouthpiece to answer him immediately before returning to her business call.
"Sumimasen, I must get to work now," Nagiso said, putting the phone down, her expression apologetic.
"Go ahead. I'll head over to the precinct too," Fang Zuo nodded.
Shiraishi Nagiso changed into her tailored suit and high heels and walked downstairs. Today, she wore sheer nude stockings and matching nude stilettos, enhancing the luminosity of her flawless skin.
Fang Zuo took her small hand and walked her to the door.
Outside, Nagiso naturally looped her arms around Fang Zuo's neck, rising onto the toes of one foot while lifting the other high-heel slightly off the ground.
She kissed him deeply.
As she turned to leave...
"Chotto matte!" (Wait!)
Fang Zuo suddenly recalled something important and called her back.
It was simple.
He was broke. His pockets were empty.
Even a Nascent Soul True Person needed spending money.
Shiraishi Nagiso giggled, pulling a thick wad of yen notes and a bank card from her purse and handing them to Fang Zuo. She rose onto her toes again, giving him another affectionate peck on the lips.
Only then did she get into her Lexus and drive away.
Almost as soon as Nagiso's car disappeared around the corner...
Sawada Yui returned from her swimming lesson.
"Tadaima! Onii-chan!" (I'm home!)
She saw Fang Zuo and ran towards him happily.
The short skirt of her sailor uniform fluttered behind her, like a detached dandelion seed head dancing in the wind.
"Have you eaten?" Fang Zuo ruffled Yui's hair.
"Not yet, Onii-chan."
"Let's go for ramen."
"Hai!"
Yui affectionately looped her arm through Fang Zuo's, half-skipping, half-hanging off him as they walked.
Their casual intimacy stunned the boy spying from the doorway of the villa diagonally across the street.
"Mrs. Shiraishi... has a man?"
The boy, having harbored a secret crush on the beautiful woman since the awakening pangs of adolescence, watched her faithfully every day. Departures, arrivals, taking out the trash. The sight of Mrs. Shiraishi walking, her heavy, mesmerizingly swaying chest, had been his beacon of hope. He knew her schedule by heart.
In his heart, no woman could compare to Mrs. Shiraishi in both stunning beauty and virtuous purity.
Yet, hearing her husband had only recently passed away, she had already taken a lover? And so blatantly let him move in?
Hussy!
The boy felt his world shatter.
He watched, grinding his teeth in fury.
Chikusho! (Damn it!)
Mrs. Shiraishi was kissing this man!
Kissing for so long!
Bakayarou! (Idiot!)
Wasn't she disgusted swallowing that man's saliva? And yet she swallowed it down!
Then... then she even gave him money and a card?!
Kamisama! (God!) This world had gone utterly insane! Was he living off her?! Why him?
But the final scene was what truly felt like the apocalypse.
Na...Nani?!
Miss... Miss Sawada Yui... she was also being so familiar with him?! Clinging to his arm, pressing her... her developing chest against him?!
Chikusho! Chikusho! Chikusho! (Damn! Damn! Damn!)
WHY?! What brazen bastard was he?!
Harlots! The mother and daughter pair!
They needed punishment! Severe punishment!
A wisp of inky black mist, seemingly conjured from nowhere, swirled through the air.
Drawn in by his furious breaths, it coiled down into the boy's lungs.
The whites of his eyes darkened to pitch black.
Then, slowly, his pupils vanished entirely.
The corners of his lips stretched into a ghastly, unnatural smile.
He turned...
And walked purposefully towards Shiraishi Nagiso's house.