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Perhaps because she was meeting the parents, Ma Fei was wearing a loose-fitting home outfit today, exuding the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother.
Her voluptuous figure cannot be completely concealed by loungewear.
A sliver of ankle clad in sheer black stockings peeks out from under the long skirt, subtly revealing the sexiness and charm of a mature woman beneath the cozy loungewear.
Ma Fei's smile faded, replaced by a gentle one: "My parents are very easy to talk to. Just stay with me for a bit."
Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched slightly. What kind of easy-going person is she?
If she were truly easy to talk to, her relationship with the family wouldn't be so strained, to the point that they've almost completely cut off contact.
However, at this moment, he could only smile and couldn't show any other expression.
The car slowly drove into an ordinary residential area and finally stopped in front of an ordinary detached house.
Maki stopped the car and gently took Shirakawa Natsu's hand: "It's okay, I'm here."
"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsu felt the soft touch of her aunt's hand. Normally, seeing her aunt's virtuous appearance, he couldn't help but rub against her before getting off the bus.
But at this moment, I was in no mood for it.
The two got out of the car together.
This is an old-style detached house with a small courtyard. The house is not large, and the exterior walls are somewhat peeling, giving it a sense of age.
But it is well-maintained, with lush greenery in the yard, full of life.
Maki held Shirakawa Natsu's hand, and the two walked together to the door and gently pressed the doorbell.
In just a moment, the door was opened.
A woman appeared at the door, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with wrinkles etched around her eyes by the passage of time.
But every strand of hair was meticulously combed, and her appearance remained elegant.
“Mother,” Ma Fei called softly.
“Welcome home, Maki.” The woman turned to look at Shirakawa Natsu, her gaze lingering on him. “Hello, Mr. Natsu, I often hear Maki mention you.”
"Ah, hello." Shirakawa Natsu was embarrassed. The woman in front of him looked to be forty years old, and he didn't know what to say.
He usually calls Ma Fei "Auntie," so he can't very well call her mother "Auntie" now.
You absolutely cannot call her "Mom".
The woman noticed his embarrassment and smiled, "Mr. Shirakawa, please come in."
"Ah, okay." Shirakawa Natsu nodded somewhat flusteredly, and was about to step in when she suddenly felt her hand being gently grasped by a pair of soft hands.
He didn't need to turn around; the familiar touch told him that it was Aunt Mafei's hand.
Feeling the aunt's soft, warm hands, my tense mood relaxed a little.
The two walked into the house side by side.
The room has a simple layout, and the furniture is mostly made of wood, giving it a vintage feel.
An elderly man with gray hair and a calm face sat on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand, exuding an air of authority without being angry.
"Dad," Ma Fei called softly.
The old man looked up from behind his newspaper, glanced at them indifferently, hummed in response, and continued reading.
The woman smiled and called out, "Ma Fei, the meal is almost ready. Can you help me out?"
“Okay,” Ma Fei replied, giving Shirakawa Natsu a reassuring look, indicating that he didn’t need to be nervous. “Have a seat first.”
"Uh, okay." Shirakawa Natsumi understood; this was clearly a deliberate excuse to give him a chance to face his father-in-law alone.
He carefully sat down on the sofa.
The two men sat side by side on the sofa, with a subtle distance between them, creating an extremely awkward atmosphere.
Shirakawa Natsumi could sense that the old man's eyes seemed focused on the newspaper in his hands.
But in reality, his sharp eyes would occasionally peek at him from the edge of the newspaper.
The sound of a mother and daughter talking could be heard coming from the kitchen, a stark contrast to the scene here.
Shirakawa Natsu was nervous. Before coming, he had repeatedly prepared his thoughts and rehearsed the questions that Maki's father might ask him.
This kind of father, who looks like a traditional Japanese man, will probably be asked routine questions such as his job and age.
He had prepared a concise and clear answer.
Just then, the old man placed the newspaper he was holding on the coffee table.
"They're here." Shirakawa Natsumi held her breath.
The old man pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket: "Want a smoke?"
Shirakawa Natsu waved her hand: "I don't smoke, thank you."
The old man nodded, said nothing more, and got up to walk slowly towards the balcony.
Seeing this, Shirakawa Natsu instinctively wanted to get up and accompany him, but the old man waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to come.
He was a little confused, but he still obediently sat on the sofa, secretly trying to figure out the old man's intentions.
Soon after, Consort Ma came out of the kitchen carrying food and invited everyone to eat.
The four sat around the dining table. Although the old man was very silent, the atmosphere was harmonious.
Shirakawa Natsu had expected to face questioning, but everything turned out to be so natural.
After the meal, Shirakawa Natsu and Maki prepared to leave.
The old man and Ma Fei's mother saw them off to the door.
As Shirakawa Natsu and Maki walked to the car, the old man suddenly patted Shirakawa Natsu's shoulder and said calmly, "Take good care of Maki."
No. Shirakawa Natsu kept watching the two elderly people standing at the door, seeing them off, until the car turned the corner.
Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, turned to look at the old man's slightly cloudy eyes, and nodded deeply: "Okay."
As the car door closed.
"Thank you," Ma Fei said suddenly while steadily driving the car.
Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback by his words, somewhat confused: "Huh? I didn't do anything."
Ma Fei smiled, slowly drove the car to the side of the road, and then stopped.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, turned her head, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: "Suddenly, I really want it."
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu stared blankly at the smile on Aunt Maki's lips. How could she refuse at this moment? She moved her seat back a lot.
The aunt tucked a strand of long hair behind her ear: "Don't move."
She turned to the side and lowered her head.
"Hmm~" Shirakawa Natsu leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and felt the comfort of being enveloped in soft, moist, and muddy sensation.
A kiss. The auntie nibbled for a while, then lifted her head, sat closer, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed his neck.
Auntie is the best at it.
His hand moved down from the aunt's back, gently feeling the smooth texture of the sheer black stockings.
Shirakawa Natsu felt her aunt's kiss, smelled her intoxicating fragrance, one hand around her mature and soft body, the other on her black stockings.
Although she was passive, Auntie is really great.
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