Chapter 257: The Submission of the Beautiful Woman
Bai Huizi was very determined.
With the nature of gambling.
What else does she need in her position?
Power, money.
She has them all.
Except a man, a young man who could conquer her and hold her down.
She walked past the man expressionlessly, put on a haughty look, and tiptoed on the balls of her feet. Everything was planned.
She certainly knows her strengths.
Her feet were white and plump, so she didn't wear high heels. They looked even whiter and softer on the grey carpet.
Her calves are a little fleshy, so she has to tiptoe when she walks to make the lines of her calves look better.
Her thighs and buttocks were not as tight as those of a young girl, but they were plump and soft, swaying in a way that could only be highlighted when she was not wearing pants and was wearing a thong.
Unlike young girls, this is an advantage only women have.
Her arms, shoulders and neck were covered with beads of sweat due to nervousness, exuding the heat of a mature woman.
She took off her clothes slightly, revealing it all, letting the scent of mature women's hormones fill the bedroom.
The black straps around her bra were slightly cinched in at the back, accentuating her skin.
There are two small pieces of black cotton material in the front, connected by a large piece of black transparent lace in the middle.
Mature, plump and moist.
As for why she usually shows an arrogant look and doesn't even look at men, it's because she knows that every man likes to conquer a proud woman.
She didn't dare to look him in the eye. She was so scared that she knelt down.
Atmosphere is important.
She understands.
Baihuizi lay on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised.
The waist is sunken.
The buttocks appear more round and soft.
She bit her lower lip, tilted her face, and gave the man an unspeakably moist look.
Just like thongs now.
Everything is waiting for the man.
Baihuizi believed that no man could refuse her.
Unless he's not a man.
really.
The man came over.
Grab her hair.
"Hmm~ah~~~" Baihuizi made the cry of a female cat in spring.
The stinging pain of my scalp being pulled and the unusual excitement in my heart were intertwined.
I can't tell whether I'm sad or comfortable.
"You wanted it the first time you saw me, right? Are you such a bitch?"
The man showed a disdainful expression on his face, and raised his hand that was holding his hair higher and higher.
Baihuizi, who had always been respected, was pulled back with her head tilted back, looking up at the man who was high above her.
As a female member of the Spiritual Opposition Council, she is the highest being in Japan.
Even people of high status in the political and business circles had to maintain etiquette when meeting her.
The unprecedented insulting words and the pain in her scalp made Baihuizi even more excited.
Bai Huizi was thrown and fell onto the carpet.
Her hair was scattered on her white shoulders.
She bit her lower lip, gasped, and used all fours to crawl over again.
Can't wait.
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Tokyo Women's University.
In Sakura Hikari's office.
She was wearing a low-cut white sweater and a floral long skirt.
The soft white legs in flesh-colored stockings are slightly bent.
The patterned bra inside looked like it was hiding jelly as she moved.
Move slightly.
The skin becomes tighter.
The woman sitting on the sofa opposite, Shinmura Jing, had just been discharged from the hospital and looked very unhappy.
Fei Guangying stood up and poured a cup of coffee for Xincun Jing: "The coffee you like, no sugar and no milk, brewed with 85-degree water."
"Higuchi Sakura, thank you. It turns out you still remember all this." Shinmura Jing was drinking coffee and had been silent for a long time since he entered the door. Now his pale face looked slightly better.
She was wearing a commuter turtleneck top and jeans, wrapping herself tightly up.
She was wearing an unusually bright cherry-colored lipstick. Although she had on delicate makeup, bangs, and heavy blush, there was always a hint of fear on her face that could not be concealed.
"Of course I remember, I've always remembered, but I don't know why the four of us became like this, even wanting each other to die. Why is that? Is jealousy more terrible than hatred?" Fei Guangying sighed, paused and continued: "You have been in the hospital for such a long time this time, and I haven't visited you. It's not because I don't want to go."
"I'm afraid that you don't want to see me, which will affect your treatment. I asked your attending physician, and he said that you have been greatly stimulated mentally and psychologically, and you should not be too emotional."
"Don't worry. I've already arranged everything for you at school during your hospital stay. I've asked other teachers to take the classes you missed. I've also deposited your salary and allowance into your account. There's no reduction. It's still the same as before."
"As for the medical expenses this time, the employee insurance purchased by the school will help you reimburse all the bills. You don't have to worry about all this."
"Thank you, thank you for everything you did." Shinmura Jing held her coffee with a grateful look on her face. "Thank you for calling the police for me. I was almost tortured to death that day. If the police had come a little later, I would have died miserably."
"That person." Sakura Kimitsu hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Shiratori Yuko, how is she?"
"She possessed another woman, and her ghost was finally driven away by the Yin-Yang Master." Shinmura Jing clenched her coffee cup with both hands, and sighed as if she was still frightened when she recalled this incident: "She should no longer exist in this world, but I still don't understand why she hates us? She has nothing to do with us, why does she hate us so much?"
"Is it really the jealousy you mentioned? Can jealousy make people so crazy? Shouldn't we be happy for each other because our sisters are doing well?"
"What about you? Do you think so?" Sakura Kiyotsugu looked straight at Shinmura Akira and said.
"I don't wish bad things to any of you." Shinmura Jing said, "But I also can't understand any of you."
"If everyone can be understood, there will be no more fighting in the world." Fei Guangying shook her head: "Fortunately it's all over."
Shinmura Akira nodded. There was silence in the office.
"By the way, I saw something strange when I came here. If the ghost of Shiratori Yuko hadn't come back, I wouldn't care and I wouldn't believe it, but..." Shinmura Akira hesitated for a moment and continued, "After something like this happened, I think you'd better be careful."
Fei Guangying was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"
"When I came here, I saw a man's back, wandering downstairs of your office. He was walking, and suddenly he hunched over, and then he looked back at me." Shinmura Jing's hands holding the coffee cup trembled slightly: "The look in his eyes and the hunched over appearance are very similar to your deceased husband."
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Fei Guangying's face turned pale.
"I remember that look vividly. Do you remember? That time when he caught us together, he just stared at me like that. It scared me." Shinmura Jing drank the hot coffee in big gulps, and then he felt a little better.
Fei Guangying's head buzzed, as if many things were connected. She hurriedly picked up her phone, opened the album, and found a photo.
Then he handed the phone to Shinmura Jing: "Is it him? Is it this man?"
Shinmura Jing put down the coffee cup, took the phone, swiped the large photo album with two fingers, and said in surprise: "Yes, it's him. He doesn't look hunched over. I didn't recognize him at all. Fei Guangying, do you know him?"
Fei Guangying did not answer, her small body trembling slightly.
His face was full of panic.
Did he come back for revenge? Did her deceased husband come back like Shiratori Yuko? This man.
This man is the Minister of National Education and Culture, Hiroshi Hosokawa.
Fei Guangying looked at the handsome middle-aged man in the photo.
The fear in my heart grew stronger.
No wonder this man knows so much about himself.
No wonder this person knows all my preferences.
No wonder everything this person does to please himself makes him happy and scared.
How come I didn't realize that his smile is so similar!!
So scary!!! The pores all over Fei Guangying's body opened up and she shuddered.
The smile in the photo seemed to slowly fade away.
It was replaced by a ferocious laugh.
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Not far from the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, there is a luxurious apartment.
This extremely private luxury apartment has direct elevator access to each home, with one elevator per household.
Inside one of the apartments.
Women's underwear and stockings were scattered on the living room floor.
A gentle-looking man was breathing heavily and pressing on a blonde and blue-eyed woman.
A pair of large hands with slender fingers, not like those of a man, held down the blonde woman's hands.
It finally ended with a roar.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and left the body of the blonde.
This woman was a female fan whom he met while hiding his identity anonymously in a small town in Europe at a violin art exchange.
After two years of online chatting, the two finally came to Japan to find him.
A fan who admires her violin so much, but doesn't know her own identity, and is so sexy and wild, which is different from Japanese women.
He doesn't need to be responsible.
This is something no man would refuse.
These days, everything is going well for the two of them.
These days.
He often sneaked out of the royal palace to date this woman.
As a member of the island nation's royal family, he gained many things that ordinary people would never have in their lifetime, but he also lost many things that ordinary people could enjoy at any time.
But these days, he felt that he had everything.
It's all worth it.
He picked up the medicine bottle on the table, poured out a small blue pill, and his eyes showed desire.
Just as he swallowed the blue pill and was about to try again.
“Crack.”
There was a sound of a door being opened outside.
"Who? Who is it?" He was startled and was about to stand up.
This is the place where he has long-term trysts with women, and the security facilities are very good.
And he was the only one who had the key to the apartment.
He picked up his underwear from the floor and put it on, then walked to the living room cautiously.
Just see.
A woman in a black uniform stood at the door. Her suit jacket and white shirt were bulging.
She has almond eyes, rosy cheeks, an oval face, and her skin is not as fair as the modern trend.
The bright red lipstick was not applied all over the lips, but only lightly in the middle.
The way Showa women are painted has a retro charm.
A pair of well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings.
She stepped forward in her black commuting high heels and stood at an angle with her arms crossed.
Smiling.
His biological sister, Saeko.
"Tsk~tsk~tsk~, my dear brother, it seems you want to do it again. It's not good to take so many medicines." Saeko walked in, picked up the medicine and took a look.
With a laugh, the little hand threw the medicine bottle away.
"Look at my righteous brother and his noble bloodline!" Saeko said mockingly, "Every time you take this pill, don't you think about the shame you bring to our royal family?"
"Yes, it's you, Saeko." Naruhito grabbed the bath towel on the sofa next to him and wrapped it around his lower body. He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Saeko. His face turned pale and he understood a lot of things in an instant.
What about meeting a female fan by chance, and what about admiring his violin.
Naruhito glared at Saeko: "Did you arrange all this?"
"Of course! My dear brother, who else could it be? Are you satisfied? I have taken the trouble to choose for you for a long time~~" Saeko waved her hand.
The blonde quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out.
"Do you think your bloodline is valuable without your royal identity? Is your talent attractive? Or do you have a handsome face?" Saeko looked at the mess and various utensils on the ground: "Look at you, what's the difference between you and an ordinary Japanese man? Useless thing!"
"Why are you doing this? Just to come here and humiliate me after everything that happened, Saeko?" Naruhito's face flushed: "I admit that you achieved your goal, but is there any point in doing this?"
"Of course it makes sense." Saeko shrugged. "Everything about you has been recorded. The highest resolution, every frame is extremely detailed."
"Then what? What do you want to do? Post it on the Internet?" Naruhito took a deep breath. "The Japanese government will try every means to remove the video. Even if it can't, it will never admit it."
"Just because the government doesn't recognize it doesn't mean the people don't recognize it. You, the emperor who always plays the role of being high and mighty, yet close to the people and without any flaws, will instantly turn into a wretched, incompetent man." Saeko fanned her hands in disdain.
"What benefit can you get from doing all this? Is it just to get revenge on me for expelling you from the royal family?" Naruhito clenched his fists tightly. No man wants to be known for his incompetence.
"Of course it's not just revenge. I'm sure you've seen the UN's announcement on women's human rights. The royal family shouldn't only be inherited by men." Saeko said with a smile, "Most countries agree with this and have signed it."
"You want to inherit the royal status? You made all these elaborate arrangements just for this?" Naruhito burst into laughter and kept coughing.
Saeko said nothing, but just crossed her arms and watched Naruhito laugh crazily.
Naruhito's laughter finally stopped slowly, and he looked at Saeko sarcastically: "You are dreaming, Saeko, do you think this can threaten me? Even if you publish my video, I will never agree to abdicate the throne to you."
"Even if the video is released, the royal family will be embarrassed, but what does it matter? I can still bear this little shame. It's nothing more than being discussed or even protested by the public. As time goes by, it will slowly fade away."
"Really? What if your shame is more than this? Or much more than this? Can you still bear it?" Saeko showed a mocking expression and looked at the opened but unused condom on the ground.
"You~~~!" Naruhito looked at Saeko who looked normal, and felt more and more worried and frightened.
He knew how terrifying this sister was. She said that there was more to it than that and she actually had a backup plan.
"What else did you do? Saeko!!!" Naruhito shouted.
This unknown fear made his blood rush to his head, making his roar seem a little ferocious.
"It's nothing, if that woman, the woman you have been with for such a long time." Saeko paused, her smile was a little cold, but her eyes looked at her brother with some pity.
She said word by word: "What if that woman has AIDS? My dear brother!!!"
"What?" Akihito's mind went blank and he sat down on the ground in fear.
"Tomorrow the world will have a big headline, presented in front of five billion people. Our emperor has not only abandoned his family and his wife, but also secretly kept a woman in a small house. Moreover, he has contracted AIDS. Ha~~~!" Saeko laughed loudly and said, "This is really a big international news. It is probably more shocking than President Washington's election. You, Naruhito, will be engraved in the history of Japan's shame from now on, and you will never be able to turn over."
"Not only will you be impeached and removed from the throne, but after you die you won't even be able to enter the Meiji Shrine to worship the tablets."
"How about it, my dear brother, can you bear this little humiliation?"
Saeko looked coldly at Naruhito, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face.
Her brother's lips were pale at the moment, he was trembling, and his whole body was shaking.
It seems that he can't accept this blow at all.
"Speak? Can't you bear it? If you don't believe it, you can go for a check-up. But, do you dare? Do you dare to let a Japanese hospital find out?" Saeko said sarcastically.
Looking at Tokuhito, who didn't answer, but lowered his head as if dead, and became more and more frightened, Saeko sneered.
She slowed down her tone, with a hint of bewitchment in her voice.
"In fact, things are not irreversible. You still have a choice. Brother, I can not tell anyone about this news and video. No one knows about this except me." Saeko said gently: "You are still a good emperor who has left his name in history. The people love you."
"As for AIDS, don't worry. As long as you take the medicine on time, you won't die from this disease. I will arrange for you to go to North America and give you the best doctor."
"I have a big estate there where you can ride horses, play golf, swim, and even play basketball and football. You can play any sport you like."
"You can play violin, cello, piano, whatever instrument you want. You can be an artist and do what you love."
"As for blonde beauties, there are simply too many of them, blonde and brown, curvy, big or small, as many as you want."
"I can find dozens or even hundreds of them, without any clothes, and then put on stockings and garters of various colors, and let them line up neatly naked."
"Look, brother, this is an easy thing to solve, isn't it? Don't be afraid or worried, just leave it to me and I will help you solve it all."
Saeko's gentle tone slowly calmed Naruhito down and he stopped trembling, but his face was still pale.
"As long as you pass the throne to me and respond to the call of the United Nations Human Rights Organization, you will become a legend, my brother. The human rights organization will deify you instead of being the shameful AIDS emperor."
"Besides, dear brother, I have no children. When I am older, I will pass the throne back to your son, my nephew."
Naruhito was shocked, slowly raised his head, looked at Saeko, and his lips trembled: "Are you telling the truth? Will you pass the throne back to him?"
"Of course, I promise, brother. You are my only blood relative, and I have no offspring. If I don't pass it on to him, who should I pass it on to? A stranger? Is it possible?" Saeko said with a smile, "You are just giving the throne to me for a short period of time. For you, you can put down your burden and live the rest of your life happily."
"You know, I just want to do something to take back some of the royal power. Leave the things you haven't done to me."
"To be honest with you, this world will undergo tremendous changes. The Third War is not far away. This is what the oracle said. This is also the last chance for our royal family."
"So, brother, what's your choice?"
Saeko smiled as she looked at Naruhito who was still sitting on the ground motionless.
"I agree." Naruhito lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said slowly as if accepting his fate: "I will announce it tomorrow and give up the throne to you."
"Brother, put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold." Saeko smiled with satisfaction: "I dare not stay here any longer, we will meet at the Imperial Palace tomorrow."
Inside the Takao Mountain Villa.
The old man pushed the wheelchair aside and crawled in front of Fang Zuo.
A face full of respect.
And Baihuizi next door stared at the ceiling.
Trembling from time to time.
Bent over like an Aries.
All the perceptions are still lingering.
His whole body was covered with purple whip marks and palm marks.
There is no piece of skin that is as white as usual.
Still wanting but afraid.
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