The bright moon glides through the clouds, the night air seeps into the skin and bones.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly exhales a mouthful of white smoke.
Since the wind has temporarily stopped, the smoke circles around her, tightly enveloping her voluptuous body.
Mrs. Hoshimi bends down, smiling as she examines her best friend's face: "Sister Himeko, how does it feel to be forced to swallow something by your son-in-law?"
Mrs. Kasahara's tongue gently licks her moist lips, she closes her eyes and savors it: "It feels quite nice, next time you try it."
"Really?" Fujiwara Reya brushes aside the smoke and asks.
"You ungrateful man, despite how much I cooperate with you, you still think about playing with Yako." Mrs. Kasahara puts on a resentful expression, then taps Fujiwara Reya on the head with a cigarette holder, after which she takes a few more puffs.
The smoke becomes even thicker.
Fujiwara Reya waves away the smoke entirely.
