Early Morning 🌻
The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and the red sun rose over the eastern mountaintops.
The boy pushed open the window, his relatively sturdy body meeting the cold air head-on.
Looking up from downstairs, one could clearly see his six-pack abs.
In the living room, the sofa was, as usual, piled high with clothes. He picked them up one by one and placed them in the basket next to the washing machine.
This time, the panties she had taken off were white.
Tsk.
Jun muttered under his breath, "Such a fickle woman. Can't she just stick to black?"
He preferred black to white. With the same outfit, black looked more sophisticated and mature.
He separated the pantyhose and panties.
Although many perverts liked pantyhose, they were still a type of sock. It was best not to pile them with panties and definitely not to wash them together.
Laundry was an evening task. In the morning, he hung up the clothes washed the night before, entered the kitchen, set a pot on the stove, boiled water, and fried a poached egg.
Before cooking the noodles 🍜, Jun went to Asuha Mei's bedroom door and knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Auntie, it's time to get up and have breakfast."
As expected, there was no response.
He pushed the door open. A faint, gentle floral fragrance wafted into his senses. The room was dim, with the curtains tightly drawn. On the bedside table, a vase held a bouquet of pale yellow carnations.
These were the same flowers that Jun had given her four years ago, and they were still in good condition.
In contrast to the elegant flowers, Asuha Mei's sleeping posture was rather crude.
She lay sideways on the bed, her buttocks raised like a full moon. She resembled a middle-aged woman in an art film, reminiscing about her lost youth under the sunset.
Jun took a step forward, his gaze sweeping past her semi-transparent nightgown. Suddenly, he noticed something and his eyes widened.
"Who in their right mind sleeps in red thong panties? When did she buy these? How come I didn't know? Damn it!"
"Get up and eat noodles."
"Jun-chan definitely hasn't cooked the noodles yet. Call me when they're ready." Asuha lazily yawned.
Jun raised his hand and slapped down hard, striking the fleshy part of her thigh just below her raised buttocks with practiced ease.
The flesh rippled, and he felt his face flush slightly.
"Hurry up and get up. If I wait until the noodles are cooked to call you, they'll be cold by the time you get up."
"Mmm~"
Asuha Mei rubbed her drowsy eyes and sat up. Looking at the red mark on her thigh, she pouted and glared at Jun.
"Jun-chan is getting rougher and rougher. It's like you're here to collect a debt from me. A violent man like you will never find a wife."
Through her thin, black, sheer nightgown, her lace-edged bra was clearly visible.
Though not as impressive as Mrs. Takayanagi's, it was still quite striking.
After all, Mrs. Takayanagi was exceptionally endowed, and ordinary people could hardly compare.
The sight of her fair breasts made Jun's throat feel dry. He turned away and muttered,
"Tch, if I can't find one, then so be it."
He had never been particularly worried about marriage and children.
Japan's era of the absolute "fist of justice" had long since declined. The hardest thing to endure, waiting for the red light to turn left, had peaked in the last century and faded away at its peak.
Therefore, finding a suitable girl to marry wouldn't be overly difficult.
And if he really couldn't find one, it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Life for two isn't so bad either." Upon hearing these words from Jun, Asuha Mei's lips curled into a faint, inexplicable smile.
She seemed somewhat happy.
However, Hoshino Jun, who was facing away from her, didn't see it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is our Jun-chan planning to grow old alone? Does that mean Auntie won't have to save up for Jun-chan's wedding anymore?"
After getting out of bed, Asuha wrapped her arms around Jun's shoulders without hesitation. Her soft body leaned against his.
Her delicate face flushed slightly. She closed her eyes and pressed closer, sniffing his back.
There was no smell of sweat. Instead, Jun's body carried a faint, fresh scent.
'Jun-chan's back was broad, and he was so tall. It had been a long time since she last measured his height. He must be about 180 cm tall by now.'
The little boy she had raised had grown into a man she could rely on.
"Jun-chan, aren't you going to answer Auntie?"
"Ahem."
The sensation of her body against his back, along with the tickling feeling of Asuha Mei's hair against his neck, sent waves of tingling sensations through Jun's heart.
Moreover, Asuha Mei was dressed very lightly. With her pressing so close, the two were almost in zero-distance contact.
Jun wished time could stand still at that moment.
Unfortunately, the water boiling on the stove had no intention of letting time stop. The bubbling sound urged him to hurry up and cook the noodles.
"That's not important. What's important is that you get dressed quickly and come out to eat the noodles."
"Okay! Auntie will have the noodles you made today, too!"
Asuha Mei's smile widened as she cheerfully pushed Jun out of the room and closed the door to change.
After leaving the room, Jun sighed with relief and glanced down, feeling speechless.
Thankfully, Auntie had been behind him the whole time, or things would have gotten really awkward.
What was Asuha Mei's attitude toward him? Jun had never been able to figure it out. Did she see him as a child or a younger brother? Or did she see him as a younger brother she could use?
Staring at the closed door, Jun slowly made his way to the kitchen to cook the noodles. Soon, two bowls of egg noodle soup were ready.
By the time he carried them out, Mei had changed out of her sexy nightgown and into the black OL suit she wore for work.
In big cities, there were specific expectations for professional attire. No matter what job one had, most people had a fixed dress code.
Honestly, when Auntie wore her professional attire, she had a unique charm.
Mei's skirt was slightly longer, reaching her knees. She disliked sitting with her knees together, so her legs were straight, unlike the commonly seen bow-legged posture.
Now, she sat cross-legged, holding a cup of coffee in her right hand and gazing at the morning program on TV.
With a stern expression, she looked like a queen.
"Jun-chan, come quickly! My stomach is growling with hunger."
The moment she saw Jun, her elegant and poised demeanor transformed into that of a coquettish young girl.
"Coming, don't rush."
A slight smile tugged at the corner of Jun's lips as he placed two bowls of noodles on the dining table.
Auntie watched TV while slurping her noodles, her long fingers occasionally tapping the table. Jun grabbed her hand to stop her from fidgeting while eating.
Asuha chuckled and said, "Oh no, my Jun-chan has grown into a rebellious son who dares to scold Auntie now."
"What kind of nonsense is this?! What do you mean, 'rebellious son'? I'm not your son."
Hoshino Jun rolled his eyes at Asuha Mei, gulped down the noodle soup, and urged her to finish quickly so he could wash the bowls.
The atmosphere between them was lively yet relaxed, much like the tranquility of a long-married couple tempered by time.đź’’