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"I'm sorry, Shirakawa-kun." Iori adjusted his glasses and smiled apologetically, "That's just how our boss is. When he's drunk, he's like a different person, and no one can stop him. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"Stop talking nonsense, we're going to drink until dawn tonight!" Hua Qiluo slammed the wine bottle she had brought onto the low table.
“It’s okay.” Shirakawa Natsumi shrugged. “She’s my boss too.”
He took out several glasses from the side.
"Hehe~ Cheers!" Hua Qiluo raised her glass and put it to her lips. Her lips were extremely beautiful. She held the glass in her mouth, and the crystal-clear alcohol flowed over her bright and soft lips and into her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the glass.
"Gulp." Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard, almost forgetting that she was a gourmet. It was just a drink, and it was far too erotic.
I was initially drawn to her black stockings, jade-like feet, and high heels, but now I realize that her lips are also incredibly sexy—a quality that other women don't possess.
"My knight~ do you want your princess to drink alone?" After finishing her drink, Hua Qiluo leaned closer.
"Um, I'm not very good at drinking." Shirakawa Natsu picked up the glass, swirled it a couple of times, looked at her burning gaze, and finally put it to his lips and drank it down in one gulp.
"Good boy." Hua Qiluo reached out and stroked his head, then extended her other hand, her eyes glazed over: "Come on, shake hands."
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. What was she doing? Was she training a dog?
"Shake hands~" Hua Qiluo leaned over drunkenly, clinging to him as if she were being coquettish.
She is clearly a mature and dignified older woman, but now she is acting like a child, which is a strong contrast that makes people want to hold her in their arms and cherish her.
"Hmph, if you don't satisfy her, she'll keep bothering you." Iori held a wine glass in one hand and rested her chin on the other, her face showing a hint of drunkenness.
Shirakawa Natsu reached out and placed her hand on her right hand.
"Hmm, so good." Hua Qiluo suddenly grasped his outstretched hand, put his index finger to her lips, stuck out her tongue, and looked straight at him: "I like your taste."
A gourmet's lips are exceptionally soft.
"?" Shirakawa Natsu's heart pounded wildly.
What kind of crazy development is this? He stared blankly at Hua Qiluo, waiting for her next move.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at her, her beautiful eyes slowly closed, and then she leaned her body towards him.
"Drunk...drunk?"
Hua Qiluo lay on her side on the wooden floor, her wine-red hair covering half of her face, her legs crossed, and her long skirt pulled up to reveal her long, black-stockinged legs that reached her thighs.
Although she wasn't showing much skin, the sheer black stockings and her sleeping posture made her look exceptionally alluring.
"It seems she's tired. I'm sorry, Shirakawa-kun, for causing you trouble." Iori held a wine glass in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.
"Minister Iori, you don't need to apologize. You must be exhausted from being dragged around by the boss." Shirakawa Natsu turned her gaze to Iori, who was also a mature woman with glasses and a special intellectual beauty.
"No~" Iori waved her hand: "Because compared to Hanakira, I often slack off."
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsumi was taken aback and looked at Hanakira: "Does the boss have a lot of work?"
“Yes.” Iori took a sip of her drink. “She would secretly go to every restaurant we worked with, taste the dishes, and if the taste was different, she would suggest improvements.”
Iori put down her glass: "I don't understand at all why she can work so hard. I could never do that."
"I see." Shirakawa Natsu narrowed one eye. Although Hanakira was hard to read, she had a strange obsession with her work.
He didn't think Iori would lie; such an easily exposed lie had no reason to deceive.
“Her boyfriend is quite pitiful,” Iori said with a smile. “I heard they started dating in college and have been separated ever since graduation. Her boyfriend has always wanted her to go abroad, but she has always refused.”
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi remained silent. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether Hua Qiluo had a problem or was simply overthinking things.
Just then, Iori suddenly put down the bottle, crawled over on her hands and knees, her face flushed with drunkenness, and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: "You look really tired, are you alright?"
"Huh?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. If he were a newcomer, he might be very tired, but he had never thought about working hard, so how could he be tired? "I'm not very tired."
"Please don't be shy~ After all, you're still young." Iori's frameless glasses revealed a bright smile: "I'm your boss, so helping my subordinates relieve fatigue is part of my job."
After she finished speaking, her slender fingers swept across.
"?" Shirakawa Natsumi was startled and took a step back: "Minister, what are you doing?"
"What else do you want to ask? I'm massaging the places where you're most likely to be tired." Iori licked her lips, her hands continuing their movements.
"Wait, Minister, you're drunk." Shirakawa Natsu felt she should make her stance clear.
“I’m already 27, it’s impossible for me to get drunk after just two drinks, right?” Iori’s fingers pinched his zipper.
Chapter 594 Her Purpose
"Sorry!! I have a girlfriend!" Shirakawa Natsu supported himself on the floor and moved his body backward to avoid it. He didn't dare to use too much force. He had a hand under his crotch, and it was awkward to close it or leave it open.
Iori's long black hair fell to the ground, and behind her frameless glasses, her intelligent eyes held a playful glint as she licked her lips: "What's wrong with having a girlfriend? It's just giving you a massage~ Getting your shoulders massaged and having this massaged feels just as good, right?"
Her long, slender fingers gently rubbed his crotch through his jeans: "Does massaging your shoulders count as having an affair?"
"What kind of logic is this?" Shirakawa Natsu was embarrassed. He felt a strong sensation coming from his crotch. "Senior Hua Qiluo could wake up at any time. Don't you care if she sees you?"
"Oh?" Iori puffed out her chest, placed her other hand on her chest, and unbuttoned a button with her slender fingers, revealing the cleavage of her fair chest and the edge of her black lace bra.
Despite being dressed formally and intellectually, beneath her white shirt lay a strikingly sexy lingerie. She breathed slightly, "But isn't this tension wonderful? Don't you feel excited~ right next to Hua Qiluo?"
Iori pressed her body against his, getting close to his legs: "You said you were going out, so where do you want me to massage you?"
Another button popped open on her shirt, revealing half of her chest.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. He glanced at the flower brocade on the ground, lying on her side with her eyes closed, sleeping. Her sexy long legs were crossed. If he didn't stay in the same position, the spray would probably get on her long legs and black stockings.
"Senior Iori, do you really want to do this?"
"Hmm?" Iori stopped licking her face.
Shirakawa Natsu's image at the company has always been that of a shy and timid young man. Because of his handsome appearance, he is occasionally teased by female colleagues at work.
He would always lower his head in embarrassment and try to avoid it in a flustered manner.
"Actually, I couldn't help myself either." Shirakawa Natsu looked at the intellectual beauty in front of her. There's a reason why mature female bosses are a frequent character in some comics.
A smart uniform and intellectual charm have a mysterious allure for men.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at Iori with pitiful eyes, like a bullied child who longed for something more.
Iori suddenly covered her mouth, turned her head away, not daring to look at his face, and placed her hand on her chest to suppress her pounding heart.
That yearning look from a younger man is just too alluring.
Double the damage to the older sister.
"Iori-nee, could you use a little more force?" Shirakawa Natsu asked in a low voice.
“Okay…” In just a moment, Iori became the passive party, her intellectual face full of surprise.
She lowered her head and looked at Xia, who was about half the size of her palm, her eyes filled with a strange look.
Every man online claims to be 18cm tall.
But in reality, 18 is already an extremely exaggerated number.
Moreover, what we have in our hands are two completely unrelated concepts.
Iori's fingers gripped it stiffly, feeling the steel-like firmness, and she opened her mouth.
The two looked at each other.
Iori gradually increased the pressure on her fingers.
at this time.
"Hmm." Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of clothes, and Hua Qiluo was moving her body, making a sound against the wooden floor.
Iori swiftly withdrew her hand.
"What time is it now?" Hua Qiluo sat up from the ground with her eyes closed, looking dazed.
"It's ten o'clock." Iori blocked Shirakawa Natsu's path with her body, gesturing for him to quickly put on his pants.
Shirakawa Natsu squinted and quickly put on her pants.
"Oh~" Hua Qiluo opened her eyes drunkenly, her phoenix eyes hazy and smiling as she looked at Bai Chuanxia: "Knight, your princess is going home."
"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsu coughed twice and stood up. "I'll see you off."
"It's okay, I'll call a taxi to take her home. You've been drinking, so you can't drive." Iori straightened her clothes, put her glasses on properly, and completely changed her previous flirtatious demeanor.
"Perhaps." Shirakawa Natsu nodded, saw the two out the door, and watched as Iori helped Hanakira into a taxi by the roadside.
He stood there, waiting for the taxi to disappear at the intersection.
"I don't understand." Shirakawa Natsumi rested his chin on his hand. He was currently engaged in a war with Hanakira, a war of who would conquer whom.
To this day, he still doesn't even understand what Hua Qiluo's purpose is.
But one thing is certain: Hua Qiluo definitely has some kind of ulterior motive towards him.
He was like walking a tightrope, having to pretend to be a young man fresh out of school and make Hua Qiluo fall in love with him without being exposed.
"Troublesome." Shirakawa Natsu shook his head in the night. Trying to win over a woman like Hanakira was far more difficult than he had expected. "Yawn."
After yawning in the night, he went back to his apartment to sleep, dealing with everything as it came.
Time comes the next day.
Iori acted as if nothing had happened the night before, continuing to assign him work and reverting to her role as an intellectual and stern female boss.
At noon, Shirakawa Natsu's phone received a text message from Hanakira, asking him to go to the office now.
"Boss, you wanted to see me?" Shirakawa Natsu pushed open the office door.
Hua Qiluo sat alone behind her desk. When she saw him come in, she looked up and smiled, "Yes, come in. Close the door."
"Oh, okay." Shirakawa Natsumi acted reservedly, awkwardly entering the office, closing the door behind her, and carefully bowing before her desk.
"Boss, is there something you need?"
This was the first time he had been called into the office alone, and he showed appropriate nervousness.
He considered himself to be a fairly good actor, and at this moment he was playing his own role.
“Call me Hua Qiluo in private.” Hua Qiluo smiled, her phoenix eyes sparkling. She tucked her red curly hair behind her ear and took out an elegantly packaged lunchbox from a drawer in her desk. “I’m sorry for troubling you last night. You haven’t had lunch yet, have you? I hope you don’t mind.”
She opened the two food boxes, revealing neatly arranged ingredients, beautifully presented like works of art.
"Ah, I... I'll just eat out." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the food box and couldn't even tell what ingredients were used; it was a work of art.
“We’re not boss and assistant now.” Hua Qiluo stood up, picked up the food box and placed it on the coffee table, and smiled, “If a princess is refused when she cooks for the knights who protect her, she will be very sad.”
Her voice was light and cheerful, like she was coaxing a child.
"Ahem." Shirakawa Natsumi couldn't help feeling awkward. In just a few words, she established a special connection between them: "I'll start eating."
He walked to the coffee table and sat opposite Hua Qiluo. When he looked down at the food box, he saw her knees, which were covered by black silk stockings.
"I haven't cooked in a long time, and I hope it will still be palatable," Hua Qiluo said with a smile. "This morning, I suddenly felt like cooking."
Chapter 595 Sexy Woman
"Xia Jun, you seem very surprised?" Hua Qiluo smiled as she pushed the lunchbox in front of him and handed him a pair of wooden chopsticks.
"Ah, thank you." Shirakawa Natsumi took the chopsticks. This meticulous care clearly went beyond the normal boundaries between superiors and subordinates, or even friends. It had a strange, motherly feel to it, like a mother taking care of her child. "Sister Huaqi is a gourmet. So you don't usually cook?"
“My boyfriend has never even tasted my cooking.” Hua Qiluo’s eyes crinkled into crescent moons as she smiled. She opened her mouth, revealing her bright red lips, and then extended a finger, placing it on her tongue. Her slender fingertip touched her tongue, catching a drop of clear saliva. A mysterious smile curved her lips. “My tongue can taste all sorts of different flavors, not just gourmet food.”
My boyfriend has never eaten any of my cooking.
"thump!"
Shirakawa Natsumi's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Her gaze followed the woman's fingers, and her attention was drawn to her lips. Suddenly, she noticed that the woman's lips felt very dry.
My boyfriend has never tried it; this is definitely a hint.
And it's not just about food.
"Haha~" Hua Qiluo suddenly withdrew her hand, let out a soft laugh, her mysterious expression disappeared, and she transformed into a mature and gentle older sister: "Because my boyfriend is always abroad, and he also works in the catering industry, he is the one who cooks when we are together."
"Uh, haha." Shirakawa Natsu laughed awkwardly. His expression when he was flirted with was 80% acting, but 20% of it was genuine flirting.
I felt a surge of relief that if I had met this woman a year ago, I probably would have been trained into a subservient, obedient dog.
"Sister Hua Qi, aren't you going to eat?"