The Elegant Life of the Maodao Family

, as I did so, his eyes softened quickly.This kind of small place makes me think he is very cute.

"Where are you going?"

"what?"

"The phone call just now..."

His voice suddenly became smaller and hesitant to speak.It seemed that he felt very embarrassed for his impolite eavesdropping on other people's phone calls.

I don't mind this kind of thing at all.Explain it to him in a relaxed tone.

"Oh, it's about going back to my hometown for the Obon Festival. Six years after my grandmother passed away, there will be a special ceremony, so I was urged to go home."

"I see."

"Although the exact date has not been decided yet, I would like to take two or three days off to go back."

He turned his head slightly and gave me a pointed look, but he didn't say anything.

So I put the matter behind me, nudged his back, and walked into the living room, which adjoined the bedroom.The room I rented out is a two-unit suite, with a very spacious space that can even be said to be luxurious, but this is not too surprising. Speaking of his room as the young master, it is a three-unit room that includes a living room, a study and a bedroom .The space is also twice as large here.

I let him sit on a luxurious imported furniture bench, took iced oolong tea from the small refrigerator attached to the room, poured it into a glass and handed it to him.He's a pretty good drinker, but I have to get up early tomorrow for work too, so I try to avoid late night drinking.He also knew this very well, so he took the tea silently.

"What do you have to do tomorrow?"

"No special reservations."

"I see. You'll only feel hot if you go out casually. It should be better to take a nap under the shade of a tree or something, and you can read a book or something."

He didn't know if he understood, so he just nodded vaguely and dealt with it casually.

"Since traveling to England in May, it seems like you've been sleeping out a lot this year?"

"Um."

"It's common to travel for more than a day."

"Um."

He only responded with a few words and even a little coldness.

So I don't talk anymore.

The silence that fell between me and him was anything but an unsettling atmosphere.This may be evidence that each other is very accustomed to mastering the other's breathing rate.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and we passed about half an hour in silence.

We were sitting side by side on the bench, but I moved my waist twice, just to close the gap between us.I pulled up his slender fingers, sometimes stroked them lightly, and sometimes entangled and played with them with my own fingers.He also occasionally touches my knee actively.

"...Shall I go to your room?"

When I finally suggested that, he nodded calmly, got up from the bench and left the room first.

The reason why she always used his bed when she made love to him was for a small reason.

In order not to know what to do with the coffee served to him by the butler Hatano every morning.

Although the shrewd and loyal old butler understands the extraordinary relationship between me and him, I don't know what Hatano will think when faced with the naked reality of sex.I was wondering, did Hatano actually not want us to let him see that kind of scene?

He is a grown-up young master, he doesn't seem to mind at all, but I do.I'd like to avoid having to pick up my morning coffee with him every time I can, if I can.Not to mention that he was lying on my bed, and the butler brought the coffee to the bedside, just imagining it was uncomfortable.

I didn't discuss this with him directly, but he seemed to be vaguely aware of my thoughts, and he didn't complain about using only his own bed.Conversely, he didn't like me slipping out of bed in the morning to be away from him, so I fought back the embarrassment and accepted the morning ritual of hugging him.

A clear Give and Take is exactly what I expect from a relationship, and for me, love is no exception.I think that in order to communicate with others peacefully and for as long as possible, you can't just accept and give blindly.This is my personal philosophy of life.

There are four gardeners, including me, who manage the vast English-style garden of the Chishima residence.The summer vacation is also released in rotation, so I have to go back to my hometown because of the death anniversary of the seventh year, and I can get priority for the few days of vacation during the Obon Festival.My mother specifically mentioned the fireworks display, so I planned to stay in my hometown for two nights during the three days from NO.12 to NO.14, so I booked transportation in advance.You can also take the train, but now is the most crowded period, so although the price is too expensive to make people uncomfortable, I still decided to take the plane.The other party said that the cheap flights are already full, but since I only go back to my hometown once in a while, I don't care about so much.

I spent the night before with him.

Although I feel that we have only been separated for three days, since I know that he has been a little upset not long ago, it seems that it is better to comfort him first.The reasons for my quarrels with him are always small things, but before one party softens and apologizes, there is often a cold atmosphere.This kind of situation is not good for the spirit, especially when I know that I will not see each other for a few days, I can't control it so much, even if I lose.In the end, I was eaten to death by him, right?

"If there is something that can be used as a souvenir, I will buy it for you."

When I was about to promise that while stroking the inside of his knee bent and splayed, he shook his head and said coldly, "I don't want it." Instead, he grabbed me with his fingers that were wandering on the sheet. arm.I met his eyes and suddenly shuddered.He was clearly seducing me with his whore-like eyes.

"Will you be lonely if I'm not here?"

"……Um."

I couldn't say to him, "In that case, would you like to come together?" It was too much.

I haven't told my parents about the fact that I'm a guy who can only hang out with men.Although they were notified that I moved to the Maodao mansion, they should simply think that I have changed from commuting to work to an employee living in the mansion, because they are ordinary people in the countryside, so even if they listen When it comes to "Maoshima Sumiri", his knowledge of him is only to the extent of "Oh, I seem to have heard that name somewhere. He is a well-known rich man, right?".As for who he was, and what a privileged environment my workplace was, they seemed hardly interested.The only time they were very worried about me was when they chose to work as a gardener after passing the judicial examination, but they seemed to give up after knowing that I had been doing it for ten years and living a happy life.I have always been a wayward kid who would not discuss my future with my parents.

When I made up my mind to spend the future with him, I announced for the time being that I would not get married.This one-sided and abrupt air letter sent from the remote countryside of England seemed to startle the parents, sister and couple.First, my younger sister called and asked, "What do you mean?" Then my mother immediately asked in an uneasy voice, "What happened?"

I was vague and couldn't answer directly.

I don't think this is a problem that can be explained clearly over the phone, and I don't want to come out immediately, so I just retreat temporarily in a half-tone state.

So, I can't suddenly bring him in on the occasion of honoring the seventh anniversary of my grandmother's death. I can't find the words to introduce him, and I don't want to hurt the family or him.

"Mr. Chengren..."

When I saw him close his eyes invitingly and open the gap between his lips, I stopped thinking about it, sucked his lips, and thoroughly tasted the soft, moist and hot mucous membrane.

"Ah, ah..."

His tongue was entangled with mine, and he followed me with all his heart.The corners of his mouth were stained by the saliva of two people, and a silk thread was pulled out. I wiped the saliva with my rough fingers and rubbed his sharp chest protrusion.

"Uh-huh!"

He gasped impatiently and twisted his body.

I pressed on his abdomen, and with the twist of the waist, I felt the slightly wet around the navel.At the same time, his slender legs wrapped around me in a slutty position, clamping my body tightly with his thighs.

"...Come in... Come in quickly."

He put aside the remaining shame, and begged me intermittently.

Because I still want to see his obscene appearance again, I deliberately said maliciously: "Just go in?"

The stiff hot rod has been wetted by the hot fluid secreted first, so hard that it seems that as long as it touches his secret part, it can directly sneak into the ripe folds and drive all the way to the deepest part.

He shook his head impatiently.

"Come in... move...in me, move."

I just opened his slender opening and only slightly inserted into the first part of the glans.

There was a delicate gasp between his lips.

Knowing that I would not go any further, he angrily dug his nails into the tightly clenched arms and grabbed me hard.

"Hey, hello."

I grabbed his right hand to reassure him, staring back into his angry, wet eyes.

"Good nails go to waste."

His nails are always manicured.The shape is trimmed by expert hands with a grinder and the surface is carefully buffed.They are white and thin, making it impossible to imagine that they are men's fingers. They are really very graceful, and they are completely different from the hands of ordinary people.

"Want to go further?"

He nodded.

so cute.

He is really cute with lust all over his body.

"Then beg me one more time, and it's up to you to ask me to give it to you."

He bit his lower lip, but when I stepped back and tried to pull out the penis head that I had finally inserted, he quickly grabbed me.

"No, don't pull out. Go deeper, I want, I want to be one with you."

"Mr. Chengren..."

He burst into tears,