"Honestly, none of them can drink, yet they drank so much..."

Yuzuru gently settled Suzuki Tomoko on the bed in the guest room and covered her with a blanket. This usually dignified chaebol patriarch was now drunk and muttering things like "Ayako... Sonoko... Yuzuru..."

Hmm... why is his name mentioned?

It's probably because of the son-in-law...

"This is the last one..."

After closing the door, Yuzuru walked into the living room, where Ooka Momiji was lying quietly on the sofa, her kimono collar slightly open, revealing her fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, adding a touch of hazy beauty to this noblewoman.

Yuzuru bent down, slipped one hand under her knees and the other hand supporting her back, gently lifting her up. The girl's body was soft and warm, carrying a faint scent of sake and the unique fragrance of cherry blossoms.

"Mmm..." Hongye moved gently in his arms, her cheek unconsciously rubbing against his chest, like a spoiled kitten.

Yu Sheng Nan chuckled softly and carried her to the last empty guest room on the second floor.

"arrive."

Pushing open the door, Yu Sheng Nan walked to the bedside by the moonlight and carefully put Hongye down. Just as he was about to sit up, a pair of soft arms suddenly wrapped around his neck.

"My husband...don't go..."

Hongye's voice carried a hint of drunkenness, yet it was also unusually clear-headed. She slowly opened her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, and they gleamed with a cunning light under the dim bedside lamp.

"You're not drunk?" Yuzuru raised an eyebrow.

Koyo shook her head slightly, her kimono sleeve slipping down to reveal her fair, jade-like arms: "How could a woman from the Ooka family get drunk so easily?"

Her voice carried the elegant tone unique to Kyoto, but with a touch more coquettishness than usual.

"So you were faking it?" Yu Shengnan didn't break free from her arm; their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling.

"Yes." Hongye admitted frankly, without the slightest shyness or evasion in her eyes, "Otherwise, how would I have the opportunity to be alone with my husband?"

Her fingers gently traced the back of Yuzuru's neck: "Tonight... I want to give myself to my husband."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Yuzuru's heart. He gazed into Momiji's eyes, where the determination and love were clearly visible.

He admitted that his initial attraction to the wealthy young lady in front of him was driven by greed.

He was attracted to her beauty and pride.

But Yuzuru had always seen the changes the girl made for him, and his greed had unknowingly turned into love.

What man could resist a beautiful girl who is willing to give her body and soul to you?

At the very least, he's not ready yet.

“Kurenai…” Yu Sheng Nan propped himself up on one hand beside her ear, leaning down slightly to look at the usually noble and elegant young lady beneath him, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity. “Are you sure?”

“I am absolutely certain.” The noblewoman’s voice was soft yet firm. “From the first time I saw my husband in Osaka, I had already made up my mind. I will definitely become my husband’s woman.”

Her fingers slid inside Yuzuru's collar, gently unbuttoning the first button: "Tonight, please, my husband, cherish Kureha..."

Yuzuru didn't say anything more, but lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The red leaves have soft, sweet petals, carrying the aroma of sake.

She responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms tightly around Yuzuru's neck and pulling him towards her.

This kiss carried the elegance and restraint unique to a noble lady, yet it also revealed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. Her tongue gently traced the shape of Yuzuru's lips, as if she were savoring the most precious wine.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Yuzuru could clearly feel the curvaceous figure of Momiji. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel the excitement even through the kimono.

"My lord..." Hongye murmured softly between kisses, her restless fingers unbuttoning more of Yusheng Nan's clothes. "Hongye has been waiting for this day for so long..."

Yuzuru's hand moved to her waist, found the knot of the kimono's obi (sash), and gently pulled. The gorgeous fabric unfolded like flower petals, revealing her fair skin and the kimono's embroidered sash underneath.

The cherry blossoms and skin complement each other, creating a dreamlike and enchanting beauty.

"So beautiful..."

Yuzuru's fingertips lightly touched her collarbone and slowly moved down.

Momiji's breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed crimson, and she boldly grasped Yuusuke's hand, guiding him to explore the curves of her body: "My husband, you can be a little more greedy..."

Just as Yuzuru's hand was about to slip inside the robe, footsteps and indistinct voices suddenly came from outside the door.

"Nan...where are you...?"

It was Xiaolan's voice, sounding somewhat drunk.

The two froze simultaneously.

Hongye bit her lower lip in frustration, her eyes filled with resentment.

Yuzuru kissed her forehead reassuringly: "Tonight might not be the best time..."

Hongye clutched his clothes tightly: "Don't go..."

Her voice held a hint of pleading, "Just let her look for a little while..."

The footsteps grew closer, accompanied by Xiaolan's puzzled muttering to herself, "Strange... I clearly saw him go upstairs..."

Yu Shengnan looked at the girl in front of him with amusement, who was unwilling to give up.

Having such a rare opportunity to break through the encirclement set up by Ran and Sonoko, Momiji was naturally unwilling to give it up. She quickly thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Then... at least let Momiji help my husband..."

A slender hand silently slid towards Yu Shengnan's waist, the movement so practiced it seemed like she had rehearsed it countless times in her mind.

Yu Sheng Nan was taken aback at first, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He hadn't expected that this usually dignified and noble noble lady would be so shrewd.

"Red Leaf...you..."

"Shh..." Hongye held up a finger to his lips, "Husband, keep your voice down..."

The footsteps outside the door stopped nearby, and Xiaolan seemed to be hesitating whether to search each room one by one.

Inside the gate, Ooka Momiji, with her greatest "tsundere" attitude, was giving Hanyu Kusunoki an unprecedented thrill, going from unfamiliar to skilled.

"Nan? Are you inside?"

Xiaolan knocked on the door of the guest room next door.

Yuzuru forced himself not to make a sound, his fingers unconsciously digging into the girl's soft hair.

Hongye looked up at him, her eyes filled with pride and affection.

Finally, Xiaolan's footsteps faded into the distance.

Only then did Koyo release Hanyu Nan, licking her lips like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.