[Name: Miyajima Tsubaki]
[Traits: Beautiful Young Wife, Gentle, Contradictory, Domestic Goddess]
[Hobbies: Makeup, Housework]
[Thoughts: So handsome… Has Xiao Ze gotten even more toned?]
[Description: A quintessential Yamato Nadeshiko, embodying traditional Japanese femininity, yet years without intimacy with her husband have left her deeply yearning for fulfillment.]
Her hobby was makeup, yet she clung to tradition, and at the peak of her desires, she lived a widow's life… No wonder she had a contradictory trait.
Kurashiki Reika shared that trait, transforming into a wild beast when unleashed, devoid of reason.
Naturally, she generated a flood of desire points.
"Xiao Ze, it's been a while," Tsubaki said with a warm smile.
"Long time no see, ma'am," Su Ze replied.
"Wait, you've met before?!" Sakura gasped, stunned.
Su Ze explained, "Last time I dropped you off, I saw your mom."
Tsubaki glided over, her full figure dipping slightly as she set the tray on the table, distributing five bowls of miso soup. She settled across from Su Ze, cradling the tray, and smiled. "Let me treat you properly this time. Sakura says you're quite the swordsman—such promise at your age."
Su Ze chuckled. "Just brute strength, nothing more."
"Brute strength won't last in this world," a cold voice scoffed from the doorway.
Heads turned to see Miyajima Sosuke stride in, dressed in slacks and a dress shirt, his icy gaze slanting toward Su Ze.
"Father…" Sakura greeted softly, then stared into her miso soup, counting the oil swirls.
Sosuke paused, his eyes flaring with anger at Su Ze's casual, cross-legged posture. Without a word, he knelt opposite him.
The room sank into a tense silence.
Tsubaki laughed awkwardly. "Let's eat, let's eat."
She picked up Sosuke's bowl, serving rice to the man of the house, then to the grandfather, Sakura, and Su Ze.
Su Ze didn't touch his chopsticks. Sosuke sat rigidly, his stare boring into him.
"Sosuke, don't be rude," Tsubaki said, tugging at her husband.
"The rude one's this kid," Sosuke snorted, turning to Sakura. "I told you, Sakura—no dating while you're in school."
Su Ze let out a cold laugh. "No dating in school, so she should just marry right after graduation? That kind of thinking belongs in the dirt!"
The mother and daughter froze, their faces paling. Even the grandfather's expression turned vivid.
To speak to Sosuke like that!
The grandfather knew it was time to step in before things escalated. "Sosuke, don't get mad…"
Wait—what?
Sosuke wasn't erupting!
The grandfather's eyes widened in shock.
Sosuke turned his head, muttering uncomfortably, "I know my ideas can be outdated sometimes, but a daughter should consider her father's feelings. Bringing home a boyfriend without my approval…"
Su Ze cut him off, raising a hand. "Sakura doesn't need anyone's permission to date. She's an adult."
"Hmph! Fine, I get it!" Sosuke grumbled, his face flushing.
The exchange left the other three dumbfounded.
Was this the Sosuke they knew?
"Sosuke, what's wrong with you?" The grandfather's eyes bulged, swallowing hard as his chopsticks clattered onto the tatami.
"Enough, Father. I know I've been wrong sometimes," Sosuke mumbled, red-faced. "Tsubaki, get the sake!"
"That's more like it!" Tsubaki beamed, hurrying to fetch the bottle.
Sosuke took it, pouring a cup for Su Ze, then one for himself, downing it in one gulp. "Sorry for being rude earlier."
Su Ze's lips curved into a slow smile, the intense glint in his eyes fading. He sipped his sake. "Let's eat."
He spoke as if he were the master of the house.
Aside from the grandfather's slight frown, neither Tsubaki nor Sakura batted an eye.
He'd tamed the household's lion—his authority was only natural.
"He overpowered Sosuke with sheer presence. Perhaps he's a true swordsmanship prodigy. Having someone this commanding rein in Sosuke might be a blessing," the grandfather mused, his stern face softening into a smile.
A seasoned kendo master, his senses were sharp. He felt a domineering aura from Su Ze.
It was like a professional hammer thrower swinging a chain right at his nose.
With Sosuke subdued, the dinner atmosphere turned surprisingly warm. Soon, everyone was sipping sake, Sakura included.
The house hadn't felt this lively in ages, and the family reveled in it.
All thanks to Ze-kun.
Sakura's cheeks flushed rosy as she nestled against Su Ze's waist, drifting into sleep.
Su Ze gazed at the beauty in his arms, then out at the night beyond the shoji doors.
Darkness had fallen, a silver moon hanging high, casting a soft glow.
"Su Ze-kun, drink…" Sosuke raised his cup, swaying, then collapsed onto the table with a thud, snoring loudly.
He'd passed out, his earlier defiance propped up only by Su Ze's hypnotic influence. Otherwise, he couldn't have handled that much sake.
Su Ze was the only one left awake.
The grandfather, weary with age, had retired midway.
Gently setting Sakura aside, Su Ze slid next to Tsubaki.
Her faint snores mingled with a crisp fragrance of sake and her natural scent, intoxicatingly alluring. Her lush lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth, occasionally nibbling her lip or furrowing her brow.
Tsubaki dreamt she was dough, kneaded endlessly. Her brush-like lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened.
"Mmm… what are you doing?" Her hazy eyes reflected Su Ze's silhouette.
She was cradled in his arms.
"Doing what you've always wanted," Su Ze said with a soft chuckle, his hand sliding along her smooth abdomen, delving deeper.
"Nn…" Tsubaki bit her lip, stifling a moan, then exhaled in relief.
"How's it feel?" Su Ze teased again.
Tsubaki turned her head. "Get off—hurry!"
His hand pressed harder.
"Eep!" Tsubaki let out a dreamlike whimper, her weak hand suddenly finding strength to cover her mouth.
She glanced at her husband, terrified.
No reaction.
"You'll get caught," she whispered, panicked.
Her words were like a spark, igniting Su Ze's response. So, it's fine as long as we're not caught?
This was the so-called Yamato Nadeshiko? No wonder Japan's infidelity rates were sky-high.
Su Ze intensified his touch, his other hand prying at her jeans, only to be caught by her plush thighs.
After a brief struggle, Tsubaki trembled, parting her legs, her eyes narrowing to slits, as if pretending not to see what was happening.
His hand ventured lower, finding smooth, creamy skin, growing softer and richer as it descended.
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