Soul Patch

Chapter 292 Five Minutes~
Villa in the suburbs of Beijing.

Sato removed her kimono and slowly entered the hot spring pool.

Immerse your fierce body in a pool of warm water, and as the steam rises, the lounge chairs and tables around the pool become blurred and hazy.

He leaned against the couch by the pool, the warm water rising up, his muscles gradually relaxing as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

"Ami!"

He made a gurgling sound in his throat.

A woman stood not far from the edge of the pool, dressed in a white kimono with her hair in a bun.

She stood quietly to Sato's side, in a position where Sato could easily see her.

"Sato-kun, Amiko is here. What can I do for you?" (The two communicate in Japanese, the same below)

She bent down and responded gently.

Sato remained silent for a long time. The woman named Ami pondered for a moment, then loosened the sash around her waist.

A rustling sound followed as their clothes were removed.

She had a beautiful figure and smooth skin. A gentle mist gathered around her, giving her already outstanding appearance an ethereal and otherworldly charm.

The silvery-gray moonlight, cast upon her porcelain-like skin, created a breathtakingly beautiful effect!
She took a few light steps and slowly sank into the hot spring pool.

Sato did not open his eyes and was completely unaware of the breathtakingly beautiful scene before him, like a lotus emerging from the water.

Perhaps he's seen it all before and doesn't care anymore.

Or perhaps he was preoccupied with his own thoughts and didn't have the leisure to do so.

Ameko approached slowly, causing ripples to spread across the water.
Born into a samurai family, Sato has practiced martial arts since childhood and possesses an astonishing ability to perceive his surroundings.

Tiny ripples of water surged towards his body, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking around warily, his dark pupils flashing with a fierce light.

Seeing that it was Ameko approaching, he concealed his fierce aura and looked at the lovely woman in front of him with great interest:
Amiko was completely naked, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her already fair and moist skin, soaked in the steam, looked so tender it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it...

Sato nodded in satisfaction.

(10 words omitted here)

Five minutes later (Sato covers his face)
Sato waved his hand with satisfaction, dismissing Amiko.

Ameko obediently got up and left the hot spring pool. She stepped directly onto her clothes without bending down to pick them up.

Sato's gaze followed Amiko through the main room. Moonlight shone through the cracks in the window frame, dancing on a pale figure, making her seem like a silver mermaid gently dancing in the deep sea.

Sometimes it wags its tail, sometimes it flips its body... It's so beautiful it's almost unreal.

Ameko opened the bathroom door and slid inside.

The lanterns under the eaves cast a dim yellow light. Sato slowly withdrew his gaze and suddenly stood up.

He grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his body, then pulled another towel around his neck and walked towards the main room.

The staff put a lot of thought into finding a quiet, elegant, and authentic Japanese-style villa in the capital.

The houses here are built and furnished in a Japanese style, which gave him a sense of warmth and familiarity.

He strode through the main room and came to the tatami bed.

The big man laboriously squatted down, rummaged under the bed for a while, and pulled out a small box.

It was a small square box, made of patchwork black velvet fabric, with silver cherry blossoms embroidered at the seams. A piece of polished peach wood was tied to the lid with a red velvet cord, the wood tucked into a round cord buckle of the same material.

After fiddling with his clumsy fingers for a while, Sato finally managed to pull the piece of peach wood out of the knot... He wasn't suited for handling such delicate things, he muttered, wiping the water droplets from his face.

He gently opened the box, and a faint blue light emanated from it... Sato's expression turned serious, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

As the box lid was fully opened, it became clear that the glowing object inside was an amulet. Yellow characters were embroidered on white brocade, and a faint blue light emanated from the fabric texture of the amulet.

This amulet was obtained for him by his mother from a shrine when he encountered misfortune.

His mother treasured it like a precious jewel, and when she gave it to him, she repeatedly told him never to open the amulet.

According to legend, the amulet contains the spirits and the faith of the person who holds it. Opening the amulet means that the faith and divine power are lost, and it loses its protective function.

When my mother was alive, she would bring this amulet to the shrine every year to pray for blessings. After returning from the shrine, she would solemnly hand the newly obtained amulet to him.

He has treasured this amulet for ten years now... Each time he opens the box to take a look, he carefully puts it away. Except for the brocade being slightly faded, everything else looks brand new.

Sato gazed solemnly at the amulet, repeatedly wiping his hands on a towel before slowly taking it out with reverence and holding it in his palm.

Since acquiring this amulet, his life has been smooth sailing, and his career has soared. He believes that it must be his mother's sincerity that moved the gods, and the gods have been protecting him ever since.

However, starting a year ago, a strategic misjudgment on his part led to the defeat of Chuanyu Co., Ltd., which he founded, in fierce competition, and the lost market share was seized by rival companies.

Unwilling to give up, he mortgaged his house and car to inject funds into Chuanyu and start a new business empire... But this desperate gamble not only failed to reverse the decline, but instead became his Waterloo.

Now the banks are pressing for the return of the house and car, and even if the company is mortgaged to the bank, it will not be able to make up for the huge deficit.

He weighed the amulet in his hand, feeling its heavy weight, and silently prayed:
Everything will go smoothly. Once you find Soul, you can start all over again.

I am still the invincible Sato in the business world, and I will lead Kawana Corporation out of Japan and all over the world.

He heard light footsteps behind him, and Sato's expression darkened. He shouted, "Who's there?"

“It’s me, Amiko.”

A light, melodious voice drifted over, followed by a delicate fragrance.

"What's that smell?" Sato's nostrils flared.

"Guess?" Amiko's soft, sweet voice made Sato's heart flutter.

He smiled slightly and said gently, "You may leave now; you don't need to serve me in bed anymore."

“I didn’t come here to sleep with you…” Amiko’s voice rose a few decibels.

This felt unfamiliar to Sato. He put the amulet back into the box and turned around to look at Amiko with a puzzled expression.

Amiko wore a black kimono, her makeup was aloof and elegant: her hair was styled in a high bun, her foundation was applied very white, and her lips were a touch of bright red...

This is simply... simply like a geisha from a Kyoto machiya (traditional townhouse).

I've told her so many times not to dress like this. She's always been so well-behaved, what's wrong with her today...?

Sato felt a surge of anger. He jumped to his feet and exclaimed in shock, "You really are from a machiya!"

The island nation's people are known for their eloquent speech; even when they are clearly angry, they can still utter a string of words.

It sounds mild, but it's sarcastic.

So Sato is belittling Amiko's background, implying her style of dressing and makeup, and her overall demeanor...

Translated into Mandarin, it would probably mean: You little bitch!
(End of this chapter)