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"I'm leaving now. You should get some rest."
After finishing speaking, Shirakawa Natsu turned and left, closing the door behind her.
Kanna quietly raised her head as he turned around.
Her gaze fell on his back; his arms had obvious muscle definition, completely different from the thin boy she remembered.
Kanna covered her eyes with her arms, leaned back, and sank into the soft bed.
The mother's voice, the boy's eyes when he hugged his mother.
All sorts of strange and unusual words appeared in her mind.
She didn't want to think about it.
But it's often at these times that those images come to mind.
Kanna has seen many movies and knows that ten minutes or so is the norm, and even two-hour movies have various scenes.
But what just happened, a full four hours, was beyond her comprehension.
If it were me, I would definitely die.
It must hurt a lot.
She couldn't even imagine the painful scene that would unfold if it happened to her.
What would it feel like?
The image of her mother in Kanna's mind gradually becomes younger; that is her appearance.
She quietly placed her hand down on her abdomen.
A damp, alluring sensation spread through my fingertips; it turned out that my body had already reacted while I was merely observing.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
The next day arrived, and the morning sunlight streamed through the window.
Shirakawa Natsu returned from outside, carrying the breakfast she had bought.
"Four hours is indeed too long."
The aunt woke up in the morning feeling sore all over and asked the police station for leave.
She didn't say anything, but with a hint of resentment and a complicated look in her eyes, she looked at Shirakawa Natsu with great discomfort, so she took the initiative to take on the task of preparing breakfast.
"Where's Mom?" Tachibana Miu asked suspiciously, glancing every now and then at her aunt's tightly closed room.
"She wasn't feeling well today, so she ate lunch out." Shirakawa Natsu took out 1,000 yen from her pocket and handed it to her.
"Hmph~" Tachibana Miu didn't really want to talk to Shirakawa Natsumi, but that didn't stop her from taking the money, putting it away, picking up her breakfast, and hurrying out the door.
Only Kanna remained on the dining table.
Shirakawa Natsu picked up a steamed bun and put it in her mouth. She had been eating breakfast quietly since she came out of her room that morning, without saying a word.
They didn't show any shyness or similar emotions because of what happened yesterday.
This doesn't match the impression Kanna had always given him.
He originally thought that Kanna would hide in her room and not come out today, or leave a note and leave.
Her calm demeanor now only made him more concerned.
Kanna quietly finished her breakfast, looked up at me, and asked calmly, "Do you have time today?"
His words contained no trace of the shocking and vulgar behavior he had witnessed his mother just the night before.
"Aunt Maki isn't feeling well today, I have to take care of her." After saying that, Shirakawa Natsumi looked at Kanna: "Is there something you need?"
"It's nothing important." Kanna said casually with a faint smile, "I have a month-long vacation and need to go to the department store to buy some things."
"You want to be with my mom, so you won't refuse to help me with this little thing, will you?"
Shirakawa Natsu didn't answer immediately, but smiled and stood up: "Wait a moment."
Kanna's behavior was too normal, which made him somewhat concerned.
Or perhaps after a night, they realized they couldn't stop it, came to their senses, and acquiesced.
He pushed open Aunt Mafei's door. The mature woman was sitting on the bed, with a thin blanket covering her feet. She was not wearing any clothes, and most of her sexy body was exposed.
Her large breasts, white and radiant in the sunlight, exuded a maternal glow.
She placed the case files on her lap and flipped through them, not stopping her work despite taking leave.
"Auntie."
Shirakawa Natsu walked over and sat on the edge of the bed: "Kanna asked me to go shopping with her."
"Hmm." Ma Fei didn't even look up, just gave a casual reply, not paying any attention. After a while, when she didn't hear a response from Shirakawa Natsu, she looked up, her expression strange: "What are you worried about?"
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsumi choked for a moment. She couldn't very well say that she had shown him the whole process of being "practiced" yesterday.
In Ma Fei's eyes, her daughter only knew about the relationship between the two.
"So you can feel embarrassed too? You were quite bold yesterday when you did those ridiculous things." Ma Fei's words were laced with sarcasm.
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"It's all because Auntie is too tempting." Shirakawa Natsu rolled over and ran onto the bed, reaching under the covers to stroke Auntie's thigh.
It felt smooth to the touch; as expected, she wasn't wearing pants, and there was nothing under the blanket.
Aunt Mafei closed the file, looked up and glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you have enough fun last night?"
"You can never get enough of this." Shirakawa Natsumi's hand was under the blanket, stroking down her aunt's thigh, but she didn't actually put it inside.
It's really swollen inside.
"Hmph." Consort Ma did not stop him. Instead, she coiled her long hair behind her head, gave him the silver, opened her mouth, and lowered her head.
……
Shirakawa Natsu came out of her aunt's room.
Ma-hime told him he didn't need to stay by her side; he should spend the day with Kanna.
"Sigh, I'm so tired."
Shirakawa Natsu let out a sigh.
He is not some lecherous devil.
Although he really liked the aunt's body, there was a different kind of charm in the way she rolled her eyes at him, looked disdainful, and then seriously bit him.
However, his infatuation with his aunt's body was to reassure her that he was only infatuated with her and had no sexual interest in Kanna.
"Can we go now?" Kanna walked out of the room, her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest and showing off her stunning figure.
Shirakawa Natsu was stunned for a moment; Kanna was usually timid.
She inherited her aunt Ma Fei's figure; she is quite voluptuous, but she always kept her head down and didn't show off.
Today, however, she changed into a mature-looking camisole-style short-sleeved top, a casual bodycon skirt, and a pair of ultra-thin black stockings.
This was the first time Shirakawa Natsu had seen her wearing black stockings.
She took off her glasses today, and she looked much more confident.
"Isn't it weird that I don't wear glasses?" Kanna noticed his gaze, put her hands together in front of her chest, and stuck out her tongue awkwardly.
"I want to change my look, maybe I should go and put it on."
After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.
"No need." Shirakawa Natsu quickly waved her hand: "She looks prettier than usual, I almost didn't recognize her."
"You lied to me again." Kanna put one hand on her hip: "Isn't this how Mom always is? Let's go, I haven't been shopping in ages."
After she finished speaking, she walked to the entrance with a smile.
Shirakawa Natsu followed behind her. He had actually wanted to say something earlier, like, "Why are you wearing Auntie's clothes?" but he held back.
Today, Kanna looks exactly like a younger, more innocent version of Aunt Maki.
However, Shirakawa Natsu still prefers her aunt. Kanna only looks about 80% like her, but she doesn't have the temperament that comes with the passage of time that her aunt possesses.
The aunt's every smile, every glance, exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.
He watched as Kanna took out a pair of black high heels from the shoe cabinet and put them on.
Okay, he admits it.
Kanna's looks and figure are undeniable, but when she suddenly adopts a more mature style, there's a contradictory blend of youthful innocence and sexiness.
The shopping mall was accessible by tram, so the two took the tram.
They clearly underestimated how crowded Tokyo trains are.
"Sorry, Natsu-kun, we should have taken the train." Kanna leaned against the train, protected by Shirakawa Natsu inside.
"It's okay, I think it's quite interesting." Shirakawa Natsu smiled; his physique was now at the level of a bodybuilder.
You wouldn't even notice how crowded the tram is.
"Thank you." Kanna raised her head slightly; she was wearing high heels today, and when she lifted it a little, her eyes met Shirakawa Natsu's.
"You haven't changed at all; this gentleness is too cunning."
"Hmph, I'm like this to everyone, I'm used to it." Shirakawa Natsu rejected the flirting, expressed her stance, and didn't treat her any differently.
Kanna chuckled softly, but didn't say anything.
The two swayed as the tram rocked.
Suddenly, Kanna leaned forward, resting her shoulder on Shirakawa Natsu's chest, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Sorry, Natsu, my legs are a little tired."
Shirakawa Natsu looked down and saw the girl's long, slender legs encased in black stockings, wearing overly mature high heels. She was now shifting her weight from time to time because her feet were sore.
"You don't usually wear high heels, do you?"
"Hmm." Kanna stuck out her tongue: "I usually wear sneakers, but girls sometimes fantasize about becoming more mature."
"Okay, you can lean on it." Shirakawa Natsu stood up.
The tram continued its journey.
He soon noticed that Kanna had gone from simply relying on him at the beginning to now practically sticking her whole body against him.
After all, Kanna's breasts are not small, just not as full as her aunt's, but they are still plump, and now they are all pressing against his chest.
Shirakawa Natsu didn't feel comfortable stopping her.
It was my fault for letting her lean on me, so anything I say now would sound strange.
Besides, she only suppressed it and didn't do anything out of line.
You can't exactly say, "Your breasts are too big and they're pressing against me."
He raised his head again and closed his eyes.
And so, as the train swayed, Kanna's large breasts pressed against his chest, swaying with the computer, like a massage.
But they're only stuck together.
Nothing else happened until I got off the bus.
"Xia." Kanna suddenly turned her head, her face filled with longing: "Can you be my boyfriend for two hours? I fantasized about this in Yan Country, but it's impossible now. Only today can this wish come true?"
“No.” Shirakawa Natsu’s tone was crisp and decisive, without any hesitation: “I originally wanted to get along with you as a friend, but since you feel it’s not appropriate, I can act as your father.”
Kanna was caught off guard, and the corner of her mouth twitched noticeably.
"Friends or father, choose one," Shirakawa Natsumi smiled.
“Natsu has changed so much.” Kanna didn’t answer directly, but reached out and tugged at his sleeve: “Let’s go, you’ll have to help me carry the bags later.”
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsumi didn’t refuse since it was just a tug at her sleeve; after all, it was normal for a daughter to tug at her father’s sleeve.
We need to maintain distance, but we can't be too fussy.
The two entered the mall together.
"I want to buy a few summer clothes, can Natsume give me some suggestions?" Kanna pulled him by the sleeve as they entered the clothing store.