Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Mingze Feng thought to himself, "It's just washing the sticks."

Actually, it should be called a performance, not a performance.

There's an art to wiping a stick. Mingze Feng has very discerning tastes, after all, he's explored this area for a long time and has achieved a great deal, but he does use the Triangle Chuhua's Sound Emperor very professionally.

Such a beautiful instrument is captivating and enchanting from the inside out, exuding a sensual fragrance from its very core.

So when he received the invitation from Mitsuba Hatsuka, Naruzawa Kaede didn't even consider refusing.

There's even a sense of eagerness. It has a certain aesthetic appeal, like a belt being tightened.

After saying goodbye to being a little girl chasing after celebrities, it's time to follow the mature young stars and do things that adults enjoy.

"call....."

"Mmm..."

Upon entering Mikasa's room, Naruzawa Kaede immediately pinned her against the wall. Ignoring Mikasa's words, he slipped his other hand inside her shirt.

Then came Mana Junda's voice from inside the house: "Hatsuka, who is it—"

"That's why I told you to wait a minute..."

"I didn't hear you clearly just now, I've straightened your clothes..."

"Need not..."

Mikasa called out into the house, "Mana, wait for me—"

Then, without stopping, she pulled something off her leg and stuffed it into Mingze Feng's hand. She then let her skirt fall and casually walked into the house.

"Mana—look who's here!"

Sanjiao Chuhua's movements were fluid and graceful, leading Mingze Feng to suspect that she had planned it all along. The fabric in his palm was still warm, even a little hot.

"She really knows how to have fun." Mingze Feng put the things into his pocket and followed Sanjiao Chuhua into the house.

But Mingze Feng's gaze kept inadvertently drifting towards Sanjiao Chuhua's short skirt. It was a skirt that reached past halfway down her thighs, and she was wearing white stockings that didn't go above the knee.

Mingze Feng looked on with envy.

Absolute territory is commonplace, but when you know what she's wearing or not wearing, there's always something that attracts Naruzawa Kaede's attention.

As the hem of the skirt billowed and undulated, the dark edge of the short skirt seemed to devour and then spit out those fair, strong, and elastic thighs, repeating this cycle endlessly.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Mingze Feng always felt that Chu Huazai in the triangle was intentionally or unintentionally sticking his butt out.

It seemed to be tempting him.

But it's not quite the same. The Mitsuba Hatsuka at this moment is completely different from the Mitsuba Hatsuka who received Naruzawa Kaede's training.

At this moment, Mikasa and Mana Junda were chatting and laughing with Jimi, which was completely different from the image that Narusawa Kaede had in his mind.

After a moment's thought, Narusawa Kaede understood Mitsuaki Hatsuka's idea. Sexual pleasure is sexual pleasure, and life is life. That's certainly the best way; if the two of them are just releasing their pent-up emotions...

Although I hate to admit it, I've already done so many wrong things, so I might as well just let it go.

With a determined look, Mingze Feng took the fabric from his pocket. Looking at Chu Hua's slightly protruding thighs in front of him, he slapped them upwards.

“…”

"Eek—"

"what?"

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm almost done. Guess who... who's here?"

Just as Sanjiao Chuhua shouted loudly, Mingze Feng also leaned close to her ear and mouth, and stuffed the wet cloth into her small mouth.

"Clench it tight."

"this..."

Naruzawa Kaede ventured a little deeper, and then heard Misaka Hatsuka's mournful cry, "I promise, I promise, stop scratching me..."

In reality, neither Narusawa Kaede nor Mikami Hatsuka had any intention of revealing themselves. Junda Mana was quite surprised to see Narusawa Kaede and pulled him aside to discuss the music to be used for tomorrow's performance.

Triangle Chuhua sat opposite them, the foreign sensation constantly eroding her, forcing her to clench her legs together. But with each rubbing of her thighs, the object was pulled out slightly, each time creating large ripples on Triangle Chuhua's body.

Mitsumi Hatsuka's face flushed and her eyes welled up with tears, immediately drawing the attention of Junda Mana. Junda Mana reached out and cupped Mitsumi's forehead in her hands; at such close range, Junda Mana could even see the sweat dripping down Mitsumi Hatsuka's body.

"You have a fever? You're still not fully recovered." Junta Mana shook her head and added that she shouldn't go to the concert until she's fully recovered.

Faced with this critical moment, Misaka Chuka... nodded silently.

"Mana, you're right, I might really need to rest."

"Why don't you and Feng talk first?"

The more Misaka Chuka spoke, the more believable it seemed. By the end, she had already burst into the house.

Chu Hua immediately pulled down her pants, and seeing the fabric hanging down, her head throbbed even more. But thankfully, there was still some relief.

Because it seems that Naruzawa Kaede didn't say how long he would need to work on his cheeks.

Is this good news?

It should be true for Triangle Chuhua.

When Naruzawa Kaede returned to the room, Mitsumi Hatsuka lay there, enjoying the feeling of being left alone.

Aiming at the ultimate goal, Mingze Feng clapped his hands.

"Yo~"

"Oh..."

Misaka Chuka slumped down, lying on her side on the bed. Her eyes, which had been staring at the ceiling, drooped and fell on Naruzawa Kaede.

She patted the bed sheet beside her. The bed was large enough for two people to roll around on comfortably. Mingze Feng paused for a moment. He pulled out the already soaked fabric, accompanied by another spasm from the triangular flower.

He looks completely exhausted.

Mingze Feng also lay down opposite her.

“Ah…”

Mitsumi Hatsuka was breathing slowly. But the rise and fall of her chest was quite noticeable. Naruzawa Kaede reached out and grabbed Mitsumi Hatsuka's face, shaking it up and down and left and right, silencing her before she could speak.

After all, there are still many things to be done.

Humph...

Both of them couldn't help but hum softly.

.......

The next time it was done was after the stage performance the following day.

Mitsumi Hatsuka, using the excuse that she hadn't seen him in a long time, kept Naruzawa Kaede behind for one last time. Then, that afternoon, by the time Naruzawa Kaede realized what was happening, it was already dark, and Mitsumi Hatsuka was too exhausted to even turn over.

"..."

As Naruzawa Kaede looked at the messages Yamada Ryo had sent on his phone, asking where he was, a bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

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Chapter 46 Life, your ups and downs are like a song.

At this time, the night in Tokyo had not yet fallen silent, and outside the rented room, traffic was still bustling.

Toyokawa Shoko had just lain down and was in a light sleep. The soundproofing in the rented room was really poor; the sounds of car tires screeching against the pavement on the road, mixed with the roar of motorcycle engines, made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

In Tokyo, the nights don't quiet down until three or four in the morning. Previously, the streets would be filled with working people pulling all-nighters, but this has decreased in recent years. This isn't based on Toyokawa Shoko's personal experience, but rather on what an older woman, a senior colleague, told her during her time working there.

During those days, from working illegally, to quitting her job as a customer service representative, all the way to being kept by Ming Zefeng...

Well... whether you call it being seduced or being kept, in any case, Toyokawa Shoko ate his food, used his money, and also fell in love with and became intimate with that person.

Now that things have come to this, Toyokawa Shoko usually doesn't go to sleep until then, so she can't check how many office workers there are on the streets now.

After all, she had promised Mingze Feng that she would go to bed early and get up early.

"Why should I listen to him...?"

Shoko Toyokawa sighed. Even so, she still finished her work early during the day to leave enough time for sleep at night.

My current daily routine has returned to the healthy state I had when I was a child.

Sometimes I can't fall asleep.

At this time, Toyokawa Shoko would curl up, and she would sometimes think that it would be better if she could be held and slept like before.

"Speaking of which, how long has that period been? Five or six months? It feels like it just flew by."

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed.

From the moment I left the Toyokawa family home, I started planning my life little by little, calculating my food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Sometimes I would walk a little further to save money, and other times I would be so tired that I just wanted to sit on the train seat and lean against the wall to rest for a while.

Then one day, on her way home, tired and hungry, she just wanted to see if there were any leftover discounted bento boxes that no one wanted to fill her stomach.

In the end, they filled up another place.

The roar of a car engine reached her ears again, rising and then falling back down; Toyokawa Shoko knew the car was gone. But she still turned to the side, her arms crossed and placed in front of her face, somewhat impatiently.

As she tossed and turned in bed, Toyokawa Shoko would often think back to that time a few months ago, in late winter and early spring.

In that small house, although the location was much more remote...

—My mother died early, and my father disappeared without a trace.

"Let me call that place home for now."

Toyokawa Shoko was very confident; she was definitely the first lady to move into that house. Because Narusawa Kaede's situation at the time wasn't much different from hers... no, it should be said that it was even worse.

Where did your thoughts lead?

Finally filled...

Uterus.

And...heart.

"Well..."

What exactly is love?

Toyokawa Shoko wasn't entirely sure either. But she knew her mother loved her and would endlessly forgive her. And Mutsu, Mutsu loved her too; they were like sisters.

Her father probably felt that way too... But thinking about it carefully, there's no such thing as love without a reason in this world. Toyokawa Shoko knew that many people loved her, so she also began to love those people in return.

From this perspective...

"I love you hopelessly... How can I tell you about this?"

Even after we get married... how long can I stay with you...?

Shoko Toyokawa lay on her side, her cheek buried in the pillowcase, and suddenly felt her face was a little wet. She remembered many things: her grandmother whom she hadn't seen since childhood, her mother's condition, her grandfather who had lost his wife, and her father.

"Mom... what should I do..."

Toyokawa Shoko hummed softly. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be falling asleep.

It was only in those moments between sleep and wakefulness that Toyokawa Shoko could not suppress her emotions.

When she was by Mingze Feng's side, she would never have thought about that day, because that day was still a long time away, a really long time away.

But now that she is so far away from Naruzawa Kaede, Toyokawa Shoko feels that she misses him so much, because the days she can see him are getting fewer and fewer.

Even so, Toyokawa Shoko had reasons to stay here.

Because what's also decreasing day by day is the day to realize one's dreams.

If life were a series of choices, then when Toyokawa Shoko had to choose between him and the future, she would definitely choose to strangle fate, and then carry Narusawa Kaede to bed with one hand.

But life is not a multiple-choice question.

No matter what you do, it's neither right nor wrong; it's just another day of living gone.

Although the room was dark, the light filtering through the curtains made it clear that it was a single-room apartment. Apart from the bed where Xiangzi was sleeping, the place was practically bare, so clean that even a thief would leave two hundred yuan behind.

Toyokawa Shoko lay prone in this bare-walled house.