Chapter 190: Understood that Words are Pale

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“Hmm—” Himegami Izayoi pursed her lips and kept resisting.

Minamoto Kiyomoto’s lips kissed her fair and tender face back and forth.

“No, take it away! You just licked…”

Minamoto Kiyomoto seized this opportunity.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

When doing this kind of thing, he was always gentle, starting from her shoulders and caressing her whole body like a massage, but today he could not be gentle.

His long and powerful fingers pressed on Himegami Izayoi’s flat and firm lower abdomen, an unreasonable invasion.

After several tortures that brought her close to death, she kept crying for help.

Finally, as her body tensed up, Himegami Izayoi escaped the devil’s torture, both happy and painful.

“You’re presumptuous!” After scolding, she was still not satisfied. She clenched her fists and punched Minamoto Kiyomoto’s chest.

This was still not enough. She suddenly turned her back, covered herself with the quilt, as if saying she would never talk to him again.

Minamoto Kiyomoto looked at her fair shoulders, smiled, and leaned over, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She immediately brushed it away and even twisted her shoulder, meaning don’t touch me.

But that fair and greasy little fragrant shoulder would only make people intoxicated and make the devil more greedy.

“Your Majesty, it’s not over yet…” he whispered, his lips against the back of her fair and tender neck.

“I’m sleeping,” she shrank her neck as if she was ticklish and said angrily.

Minamoto Kiyomoto chuckled, reached into the quilt, and held her breasts. This time, it was very gentle.

“What are you doing? I’m not coming. I’m sleeping!”

“Sister, I won’t torture you this time. If you say fast, it will be fast. If you say slow, it will be slow,” Minamoto Kiyomoto’s voice was soft and gentle, and his actions were also very gentle.

“Really?” she turned her face and asked.

“Hmm.”

“Alright,” she opened her arms and hugged Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Himegami Izayoi was fooled, thinking that Minamoto Kiyomoto had returned to his former self and would give her a quick and satisfying experience.

If it were Kamibayashi Miko, she would probably remember one thing—Minamoto Kiyomoto held a grudge.

The torture began again.

Sometimes step by step, sometimes like a storm, but no matter what, even if the moat was filled and even trampled on, Minamoto Kiyomoto refused to attack the city.

She even wanted to end herself, but Minamoto Kiyomoto held her hand and didn’t let her succeed.

After experiencing the torture of wanting to die but not being able to, the Lord of Kyoto finally got angry. She began to torture Minamoto Kiyomoto in return.

The two of them tortured each other, and in the end, Minamoto Kiyomoto won.

But he loved Himegami Izayoi, so when she fell into the abyss of death, he also jumped in.

Although the process was torturous, afterwards, Himegami Izayoi was very satisfied.

When the two of them were hugging and talking, it was already the latter half of the night.

“Have you become stronger again?” Himegami Izayoi said softly, nestled in Minamoto Kiyomoto’s arms.

“No,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“I think you’re stronger. Excluding the first time’s不堪一击, you’re very strong, but you’re not just strong now, you’re not human at all.”

“Isn’t it good to be strong?” Minamoto Kiyomoto teased her.

“You idiot. It’s definitely not good to be too strong. If I accommodate you, I’ll be uncomfortable; if you accommodate me, you’ll be uncomfortable,” Himegami Izayoi scolded affectionately.

“So what? Isn’t there still Miko?” Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a laugh.

“You’re mentioning other women in my bed!”

“Don’t pinch, don’t pinch! Didn’t you take a bath with her too!”

The two of them played around in the quilt for a while. When Himegami Izayoi was out of breath, she lay down again.

“What did you do in the bathroom?” Minamoto Kiyomoto helped her cover herself with the quilt and combed her hair that had fallen on her lips.

“You guess,” Himegami Izayoi let him serve her like a baby.

“You touched her randomly?”

“Do you think I’m you? You ran to someone’s room in the middle of the night and held her leg without letting go,” Himegami Izayoi gave him a white look.

“Then I can’t guess,” Minamoto Kiyomoto would never take this topic. Explaining was useless.

He remembered a long time ago, he heard a female classmate say to her boyfriend: explaining is covering up, covering up is the truth. It’s best to kneel down before I get angry.

Himegami Izayoi’s charming and noble little face smiled proudly and said, “When I went in, I took off my clothes and told her how I learned to use the washing machine.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto was stunned and couldn’t help but imagine the scene at that time.

“When I was scrubbing her back, I described to her the posture of the two of us taking a bath, and even demonstrated it. Hey, her butt is quite white and perky, and her waist is so thin.”

“…I don’t know about that,” Minamoto Kiyomoto said.

“You only know her legs,” Himegami Izayoi was understanding, her tone very considerate.

“Uh, actually, you’re both equally beautiful. She’s a little firmer than you, and you’re a little more plump than her.”

“Then do you like firm or plump?”

“I like both.”

“You like both. Which one do you like more?”

“Well—let me do some more practical investigation and experience,” Minamoto Kiyomoto reached for her leg.

Himegami Izayoi turned over and wrapped the quilt around herself.

“No, I’m not coming. You go find her!” she looked at the unclothed Minamoto Kiyomoto from a distance, her fox-like, nimble eyes sizing him up and down.

Wrapped in the quilt, she was like a silkworm, with a naive cuteness that made people want to hold her face and kiss her hard.

“Don’t be afraid. Your Kiyomoto-nii has a way,” Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed.

With a thought, the laurel crown in his room flew over, using the folk trick of passing through walls.

The golden life energy of the Jianmu tree sprinkled on Himegami Izayoi’s body like a spring rain.

“Why are you so cruel? You won’t even let me go like this!” Although she said so, Himegami Izayoi was eager to try and excited.

As soon as her body recovered, she unfolded the quilt and covered herself and Minamoto Kiyomoto.

“Brother,” her voice was soft and extremely sweet.

In the darkness of the quilt, her eyes were sparkling.

Minamoto Kiyomoto reached out and caressed her face.

The two of them looked at each other, their breaths hitting each other. Himegami Izayoi remembered a night when she was six years old.

A palace in Ise Shrine caught fire. She had never seen a fire before, so she picked up the mirror by her pillow, ran out of the bedroom without even wearing shoes, sat on the roof of the palace, and watched with a chuckle.

The firelight reflected on her face, warm and cozy.

What she missed was not the fire, nor the warmth of the firelight, but the simple happiness of being six years old.

At the end of her twentieth year, on Shodoshima Island, in the quilt with Minamoto Kiyomoto, she once again experienced that simple happiness and joy, without worrying about anything, without any extra emotions.

“Kiyomoto, I like you so much,” she said.

Minamoto Kiyomoto hugged her tightly. He suddenly had a feeling—tomorrow would definitely be a sunny day, a sunny day that would make people want to go for a walk.

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On December 30th, the sky was azure, and the sun was bright, making people want to go for a walk.

Early in the morning, Minamoto Kiyomoto finished his training early. He drove the car coolly and handsomely, taking Ayako and Shirako to buy ingredients, preparing soba noodles for tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, and also the New Year’s dishes for New Year’s Day.

“When are you planning to marry Koyako?” Ayako asked him.

“This year,” Minamoto Kiyomoto replied. “It’s all set. There’s no need to delay.”

Ayako nodded lightly and said, “With a family, you can also learn to cherish yourself. Whatever you do, you’ll think of a family waiting for you.”

Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed. He placed his left hand on his mother’s hand, which was on her knee. He said nothing and then took it back.

“Humph,” Shirako, who was sitting in the back seat, had her seatbelt on and her arms crossed, like a sister who was angry because she didn’t get to eat KFC.

“Haha, Shirako, don’t worry. I will always be good to Miko, and I will always be good to you!” Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a laugh.

“Good to me? The only good thing the piglet can do for me is to be killed and eaten!” Shirako said fiercely, but since she could tease others, it proved that she was not very angry.

“According to the unreliable palm reading, Miko and I will have a child. His capacity is very average, so average that even Miko dislikes him. You can eat his meat then.”

“Nonsense!” Ayako hit her son.

Minamoto Kiyomoto laughed and dodged.

“If you dare to bully Lady Miko’s child, you’re bullying me. I won’t let you go!” Shirako only wanted to eat Minamoto Kiyomoto.

Arriving at the commercial street, Ayako and Shirako discussed what ingredients and seasonings to buy. Minamoto Kiyomoto had his hands in his pockets and followed behind, preparing to act as a shopping cart.

He felt the New Year’s atmosphere on the street and chatted with Tamahime.

‘Mother Tamahime, Miko’s matter, I’m sorry.’

‘Sorry? Because of last night? It’s not the first time.’

‘…I mean, I’m marrying Izayoi, not her.’

Tamahime was on the deck of the ferry in the Tsugaru Strait, her dignified long hair under the golden crown flying in the wind.

‘Just as your mother said,’ she said in a voice that seemed to be looking into the distance, ‘with more people, you’re safer, and Miko is also safer.’

She held down her flying hair and continued:

‘If I could, of course I wouldn’t want my daughter to be a lover and follow a man with other women. But as a mother, I’m the same as your mother. I wish you would even marry that pitiful little fool, Rikka.’

‘…Thank you,’ Minamoto Kiyomoto didn’t know what to say.

‘You don’t have to say thank you and sorry to me,’ Tamahime smiled. ‘Kiyomoto, although I haven’t been with you for long, I’ve learned a truth from you.’

‘A truth? What truth?’

‘Life has no format. Slowly explore, understand each other, and everyone has a life that suits them. You, Miko, and Izayoi, support each other and be happy together. This is your life.’

She sighed with satisfaction.

‘I think this is very good,’ she said with emotion. ‘Besides Miko and Izayoi, you don’t need to say thank you and sorry to anyone.’

‘You and my mother are still needed,’ Minamoto Kiyomoto said with a laugh, his heart warm.

‘I forgot. You’re a little boy who can’t leave his mother,’ Tamahime deliberately teased him.

‘…Don’t joke with me. And for goodness sake, why should I leave my mother and you?’ Minamoto Kiyomoto said helplessly.

Tamahime smiled俏丽, a little mischievous.

What appeared in Minamoto Kiyomoto’s mind was the smile of Kamibayashi Miko after she kicked him into the pond by the Sanshiro Pond.

I miss Miko a little.

‘Hey, when you’re talking to me, it’s fine to think about my daughter. You’ve only been apart for half an hour, right? You miss her already?!’

‘I love her.’

‘Disgusting!’

Tamahime in her youth was definitely a delinquent who rode a motorcycle.

‘I haven’t ridden a motorcycle yet. You go and try it for me,’ she ordered unceremoniously.

‘Mother Tamahime, I will definitely find a way to resurrect you! At that time, no matter what you want to play or how you want to play, it’s all up to you,’ Minamoto Kiyomoto was already tired of the feeling of his memories being spied on.

‘No, no, no!’ The moment before, she was on the ferry. The next moment, Tamahime was rolling on Minamoto Kiyomoto’s bed, throwing a tantrum.

‘You don’t want to be resurrected?’ Minamoto Kiyomoto asked curiously.

‘It would be so embarrassing to see Miko. As a mother, a mother-in-law, I’m in your body, and I’ve even seen you and her… hmm.’

‘You don’t have to say it. I’ll just say that I found you sleeping.’

‘No!’

‘What’s wrong now?’

‘Think about it. Without the Divine Medium Spell, my strength is gone, and I know so many secrets. After I’m resurrected, I’ll definitely be imprisoned by the Ogosho or someone else,’ Tamahime covered her face pitifully—that was when Minamoto Kiyomoto was in junior high school, and he was punched by a senior because he was too handsome.

‘You can secretly be with my mother.’

‘I can’t talk to a forty-year-old woman… you’re thinking—you’re also forty?’

‘No,’ Minamoto Kiyomoto didn’t care whether he had thought about it just now or not. He would never admit it.

‘Minamoto Kiyomoto, I’m telling you: I’m only sixteen, and at most, I’m only 24! The age after death doesn’t count!’

Before Minamoto Kiyomoto could speak, she suddenly sighed, calmed down, and said, ‘You don’t have to care about me. I don’t want to be resurrected.’

‘You don’t want to be resurrected? What’s the reason?’

‘I don’t want to say. You can just look at my thoughts.’

‘No, I won’t look.’

‘You’re quite polite. Most people would have just gone with the flow.’

‘Go with the flow? Why?’

‘Look at my thoughts. What else do you want?’

‘Nothing,’ Minamoto Kiyomoto controlled his thoughts.

Tamahime didn’t talk much about this topic either. She said:

‘Compared to the memories of the little moth, your memories are already wonderful enough—although they are definitely not as colorful as mine, they are exactly the ordinary life experiences that I don’t have. And you’re a boy, which is very interesting. And, being with you, I can always be with my daughter.’

‘But I’m very awkward.’

‘What are you talking about? I’ve been in here for so long. You’re not used to it yet?’

‘How can I get used to this kind of thing?’

‘I see. You dislike me.’

‘No.’

‘You said you’re awkward. Isn’t that disliking me?’

‘I really don’t dislike you. On the contrary, I’m very grateful! You can look at my thoughts!’ Minamoto Kiyomoto was so tired he wanted to wipe his sweat. ‘Why do I have to comfort Miko and Koyako, and after comforting them, I have to comfort Shirako, and after comforting Shirako, I have to comfort you?’

‘You don’t have to comfort me,’ Tamahime was not sixteen, I don’t know. This move of retreating to advance was indeed the taste of a sixteen-year-old girl throwing a tantrum.

*’.’

Minamoto Kiyomoto thought for a moment. Beside Tamahime, another “Tamahime” appeared. This “Tamahime” said:

‘I think this is very good. Besides Miko and Izayoi, you don’t need to say thank you and sorry to anyone.’

‘Ah!’ Tamahime blew a breath and blew the “Tamahime” into pieces.

Minamoto Kiyomoto was about to laugh at her, but she said, ‘Don’t think about me! This is immoral!’

*’.’

What else could Minamoto Kiyomoto say? This was already being unreasonable.