A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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As she walked, her skirt swayed, and her tall figure combined with her mature curves perfectly embodied the gentle yet charming temperament of a beautiful woman.

As if by telepathy, Kyoka Tachibana, who was strolling along, also turned her head as if sensing something, her gaze passing over the crowd and landing precisely on Makoto Jingu.

She was taken aback for a moment, then waved to the boy with a look of surprise.

Now that he had been recognized, Makoto Jingu no longer hesitated and walked over confidently.

"It really is Cheng Jun! I thought I was seeing things."

Kyoka Tachibana smiled gently, her gaze lingering on him.

"Long time no see, Aunt Kyoka," Makoto Jingu replied with a smile.

"It has been a long time indeed." Kyoka Tachibana's tone carried a hint of familiar reproach, and her eyes became more alluring. "It's been so long, and Makoto hasn't even come to visit us. Yuka and Haru have been talking about you for ages."

The mature charm that she exudes unintentionally is more alluring than any deliberate seduction.

"I've been quite busy with my studies lately," Jingu Makoto replied calmly. "If I have a break, I'll definitely visit Aunt Kyoka often."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Kyoka Tachibana smiled, covering her mouth slightly.

"Actually, I was on a business trip for a while, so even if you came, Cheng-kun, you probably wouldn't see me."

"I see." Jingu Makoto understood, then asked curiously, "By the way, Aunt Kyoka should be working right now, how come she has time to go shopping?"

"Well, since I just got back from a business trip, Mira was worried that I was too tired, so she gave me a few days off."

As Kyoka Tachibana was explaining, she suddenly changed the subject.

She winked playfully, keeping everyone in suspense, "As for why we're shopping... well, it's actually related to you, Cheng-kun~"

"Me?" Shingu Makoto raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Makoto, would you like to guess?" Kyoka Tachibana's eyes held a hint of expectant smile.

Jingu Makoto's mind raced, but he couldn't think of an answer for the moment.

However, he was clear about the common ground between the two.

So he tentatively asked, "Is it related to our planned trip to the beach?"

"bingo!"

Kyoka Tachibana smiled radiantly, and Makoto Jingu remembered this incident, which made her genuinely happy.

"To be more specific..."

When the specifics were mentioned, Kyoka Tachibana's voice suddenly softened, her eyes became somewhat unfocused, and a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She glanced at Kamiya Makoto, and seeing that he was looking at her intently, she stammered, "I... came to see the swimsuits."

"swimsuit?"

“Yes.” Kyoka Tachibana nodded.

"If you go on a trip to the beach, you'll inevitably have to go into the water, right?"

"But I've been busy with work all these years, and the last time I went swimming was back in high school... The ones at home are old and... don't fit anymore."

As she finished speaking, a hint of barely perceptible shyness crept into her voice.

Immediately afterwards, as if summoning immense courage, she extended an invitation to Makoto Jingu.

"Hmm... if it's alright, Mr. Cheng, would you be willing to give me some advice?"

After all, they were going to the beach together, and he would see them sooner or later.

Moreover, Mira is her best friend, and Chengjun is Mira's adopted son, so in a way, he's practically her child...

Asking him for advice should be...okay, right?

Kyoka Tachibana quickly found a reason in her mind to calm her uncontrollably racing heart.

Looking at the mature beauty before him, whose face was flushed and who exuded an innocence and shyness beyond her years, Jingu Makoto was also very curious.

What kind of swimsuit would a beautiful woman like Kyoka choose?

"Of course, I would be delighted."

Jingu Makoto gave a gentle and cheerful smile and agreed without hesitation.

Chapter 197 Daring Swimsuits

Despite it being a weekday, the mall was still bustling with activity.

Moreover, at this time, everyone has just finished lunch, making it a perfect time to go out shopping.

Kyoka Tachibana led Makoto Jingu to the women's clothing section, and they quickly took a liking to a rather large clothing store.

"Chengjun, let's go take a look there."

"it is good."

Makoto Jingu followed Kyoka Tachibana, and the two entered the store one after the other.

The store's sales assistants greeted her warmly, but Kyoka Tachibana just smiled and waved, indicating that she would browse around first.

After visiting several stores, Kyoka Tachibana still couldn't make a decision.

"What's wrong, Aunt Kyoka?"

Looking at the somewhat hesitant, mature beauty beside him, Jingu Makoto asked softly.

"Yeah, there are so many people..."

Kyoka Tachibana crossed her arms over her chest, a shy blush rising on her fair cheeks.

Since she was choosing a swimsuit, a close-fitting garment, she wanted to find a quiet place with few people.

Jingu Makoto understood her concerns, thought for a moment, and suggested, "Why don't we go upstairs and take a look? There are some independent boutiques on the upper floors, and it will be much less crowded there."

"Ah."

Kyoka Tachibana nodded, and the two walked side by side onto the escalator.

Soon, the two found a unique shop around the corner.

This is an unmanned self-service clothing store.

Perhaps because of its relatively remote location and lack of enthusiastic sales staff, the store was empty at the moment, with only soft music playing quietly.

Upon entering the store, Makoto Jingu glanced around and noticed that while the clothes were stylish and varied, the price tags were quite hefty.

This is probably another reason why this place is so deserted.

In the height of summer, the store's most prominent location is naturally filled with the latest swimwear.

"Chengjun, could you come and give me your opinion as well?"

Kyoka Tachibana stood in front of rows of all kinds of swimsuits, completely stumped.

She had only ever worn the school's uniform school swimsuit in her distant high school days, and faced with these trendy and daring designs, she was completely at a loss for what to do.

Jingu Makoto walked over, his gaze lingering on the swimsuits.

In his opinion, the most suitable style for Aunt Kyoka would undoubtedly be one that could highlight her mature figure and charming style.

At that moment, Kyoka Tachibana picked up a swimsuit, held it up in front of herself, and turned to look at Makoto Jingu.

"Chengjun, what do you think of this one?"

When Jingu Makoto saw what was in her hand, his expression became somewhat subtle.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Makoto Jingu's expression was a little strange, Kyoka Tachibana took a few steps forward so that he could see him more clearly.

"Isn't this a bit too conservative?"

Jingu Makoto gave his assessment in a tactful manner.

"Besides, it's too cute, and it doesn't suit your style, Aunt Kyoka."

Kyoka Tachibana is holding a one-piece swimsuit with lace trim.

This style might look lively and cute on a young girl like Watase Fuuka, but it seems a bit out of place on a mature woman like Tachibana Kyoka.

"Hmm, something does seem a bit strange..."

Kyoka Tachibana walked to the full-length mirror next to her and compared herself to the mirror, and realized that something was wrong.

She felt a little awkward looking at her reflection in the mirror.

She was only thinking about finding something with more fabric, and didn't consider the style matching at all.

"How about trying this one?"

Makoto Jingu took two swimsuits off the rack and walked behind Kyoka Tachibana.

"Let me see...this..."

Kyoka Tachibana turned around, and when she saw the swimsuit in Makoto Jingu's hand—no, it should be a few strips of cloth—she froze.

She recoiled as if burned, taking a step back and saying shyly:

"Chengjun, what are you choosing?!"

Can this really be considered a swimsuit?

She absolutely, positively will not wear it!

Makoto Jingu anticipated that the conservative Aunt Kyoka might not accept it, so he took the opportunity to offer his second choice: a black bikini.

"This seems..."

Kyoka Tachibana felt that the bikini was still a bit revealing, but compared to the striking contrast of the previous few strips of fabric, it seemed... much more pleasing to the eye.

"Aunt Kyoka, why don't you give it a try first?"

"Experiencing different styles isn't a bad thing. You might be pleasantly surprised."

"I...Okay then."

People are always good at compromise.

After being persuaded by Makoto Jingu, Kyoka Tachibana hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the bikini and walked quickly into the fitting room with her head down.

Jingu Makoto stood outside, making sure the area hadn't been tampered with, before returning to the swimsuit section to continue his selection.

After all, summer vacation is still long, and he might have the chance to go on a beach vacation with other girls around him.

Now is a good time to take a good look and see if there are any more interesting designs.

About five minutes later, the fitting room door remained closed.

Kyoka Tachibana changed into the swimsuit chosen by Makoto Jingu, but hesitated to go outside.

Very little of the body was covered by fabric, leaving large areas of skin exposed to the air, which felt cool and uncomfortable.

The swim trunks were deeply embedded in my buttocks, and with the slightest movement, I felt as if they were about to be completely swallowed up.

This is too shameful!

Kyoka Tachibana looked at herself in the mirror, her body trembling slightly with shyness.

Just then, Makoto Jingu's voice came from outside the door.

"Aunt Kyoka, are you done changing?"

"I……"

Kyoka Tachibana didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Now that we've changed her clothes, are we just going to expect her to walk out like that?

Standing outside, Jingu Makoto listened to her hesitant voice, and the boy, who had similar experience, seemed to understand something.

So he took the initiative to say:

"How about I come in and take a look?"

"Then, come in."

Kyoka Tachibana bit her lower lip, then agreed with a trembling voice.