Seeing this, Etsumiko could not help but let out a long sigh in her heart.
If things were truly as her sister described, let alone Misako, even she would not be able to resist falling for him.
He had a prominent family background, was handso, gentle, elegant, and incredibly responsible. He was even outstanding in that regard. Was there anyone in this world more suited to be a boyfriend?
"So what do you want to do now? Don't forget that you have a family, and there's absolutely no way he will marry you. You two are destined to be impossible!"
"I don't know! I really don't know!"
Faced with Etsumiko's heart-wrenching words, the happiness on Misako's face was instantly replaced by agony.
Tears stread down her face once more, flowing endlessly like a broken dam.
Shaking her head gently, Etsumiko made a silent resolution. 'Let be the one to end all of this!'
That evening, Amiya Kazuhiko returned ho looking completely devastated. When Etsumiko greeted him, he ignored her and simply headed back to his room alone.
Not long after, the violent sound of things being smashed echoed from upstairs.
Seeing this, Misako wanted to go up and check on him, but Etsumiko stopped her.
eting her sister's confused gaze, Etsumiko calmly reminded her, "Kazuhiko is clearly in a bad mood right now, and given your sensitive position, it would be very easy to cause a misunderstanding!"
Hearing this, Misako nodded and dismissed the idea of going up to check.
The next day, Amiya Kazuhiko left the house early in the morning.
The quack doctor he saw yesterday was useless, but he refused to believe that in all of Japan, there was no one who could solve his current problem.
"Ding dong."
Hearing the doorbell, Etsumiko glanced at Misako, who had already fallen into a deep sleep on the table. After straightening her clothes, she walked gracefully to the door.
Not expecting Etsumiko to be the one answering the door, a flash of surprise appeared in Shiroko's eyes. "Why is it you? Where is the madam?"
"Co in. I need to have a serious talk with you!"
Ignoring Shiroko's question, Etsumiko spoke calmly before turning around and walking into the living room on her own.
Watching her slender back, Shiroko raised an eyebrow, already guessing what she was trying to do.
Entering the living room, he glanced at Misako slumped over the table. Shiroko looked at Etsumiko with a playful glint in his eyes. "To think you would deliberately drug the madam. Tell , what exactly are you trying to do?"
"You and my sister must end this. What you're doing is immoral."
"If anyone finds out, you naturally won't face any consequences as the young chairman of the Hanyu Group, but my sister's reputation will be completely ruined..."
Waiting for her to finish, Shiroko nodded in strong agreent. "What you say makes perfect sense."
Hearing this, a glimr of hope flashed in Etsumiko's eyes, but his tone suddenly changed. "However, I simply cannot bear to let go of such a beautiful madam. What should I do?"
"Do you... do you really want to destroy a kind-hearted woman just for your own desires?"
"It can't be helped. I have needs from ti to ti... but I truly don't want to hurt the madam either. What to do..."
"I know. How about you take the madam's place? That way, I get what I want, and the madam won't be hurt. It's the perfect compromise."
Faced with Shiroko's suggestion, Etsumiko refused without a second thought. "Impossible!"
'What a joke. How could I ever do such a thing!'
"Sigh, then there's nothing I can do. The madam always talks about how deep her bond is with her younger sister. Now it seems it was nothing more than empty words!"
Having said that, Shiroko shook his head and walked toward Misako.
Her expression shifted several tis. Just as he was a few ters away from Misako, Etsumiko suddenly shouted, "I agree!"
Stopping in his tracks, Shiroko slowly turned around, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Then I will be in your care, Miss Etsumiko."
...
"Mmh, then..."
The previously unconscious Misako furrowed her elegant brows as she heard the sounds beside her ear.
A mont later, unable to bear the noise any longer, she slowly pushed herself up from the table.
She shook her slightly aching head, gently massaged her temples, and groggily opened her eyes.
Looking at the scene before her, the first thought in Misako's mind was: 'I must be dreaming, right? I have to be!'
'How could Hanyu and Etsumiko... This dream is getting more and more bizarre. Wake up already!'
Thinking this, she pinched her thigh hard.
'Hiss, that hurts! This isn't a dream!'
The next mont, Misako said in disbelief, "Hanyu, Etsumiko, you two..."
Holding Etsumiko in his arms, Shiroko said gently, "Miss Etsumiko wanted to use this thod in exchange for letting you go, so I had no choice but to agree to her terms!"
At this mont, Etsumiko also spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "Sister, I will definitely protect you!"
Hearing this, Misako felt a surge of complex emotions. 'No, I absolutely cannot drag Etsumiko into this. I have to stop this from happening.'
With this thought in mind, Misako forced herself up, swaying unsteadily...
...
Good tis were always exceptionally brief. Soon, it was afternoon. After bidding farewell to the hospitable Misako and her sister, Shiroko did not go to the villa but returned to his own ho.
Returning ho from work, Mitsuko saw Shiroko sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. She chuckled playfully and teased, "Oh my, it's quite rare for you to co ho so early today, Yuichi."
"That is, of course, because I wanted to see my beautiful Mitsuko as soon as possible!"
Standing up with a faint smile, Shiroko opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.
Slling the rich fragrance wafting from the beautiful woman, a gentle smile could not help but form on his lips.
"Smooth talker. What do you want to eat tonight, Yuichi? I'll go make it."
"As long as it's made by you, Mitsuko, I'll love it!"
As he spoke, Shiroko's right hand slowly slid from her waist toward...
"Behave yourself. We can talk about this after dinner!"
She lightly swatted his mischievous right hand, letting out a dissatisfied yet coquettish huff.
Mitsuko slipped out of his embrace and walked gracefully toward the kitchen.
Watching her slender figure, the smile on Shiroko's lips deepened. How could anyone not adore such a gentle and moving woman like Mitsuko?
And there were still many more gentle and virtuous beauties like her in this world.
Yet right now, they were constantly under the threat of NTR and brutal degenerates.
Therefore, the NTR bastards must die! The degenerates must die!
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