Early morning.
The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and the red sun rose from the peak of the eastern mountain.
The young man pushed open the window, his rather sturdy body meeting the cold air head-on.
If one were to look up from downstairs, they would clearly see his six-pack abs.
In the living room, as usual, the sofa was piled high with clothes. He picked them up one by one and placed them in the basket next to the washing machine.
The underwear he took off this time was white.
Tsk.
Hoshino Jun muttered, "What a fickle woman. Can't she just stick to black?"
He preferred black slightly more than white; under the same outfit, black appeared more dominant and mature than white.
Stockings and underwear were separated.
Although many perverts liked stockings, stockings were still a type of sock. It was best not to pile them with underwear, and certainly not to wash them together.
Laundry was an evening task. In the morning, he first hung the clothes washed last night, then went into the kitchen to heat water and fry sunny-side-up eggs.
Before cooking the noodles, Hoshino Jun went to Asu Mei's bedroom door and knocked.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Auntie, it's time to get up for breakfast."
As expected, there was no response.
He pushed open the door directly. A faint, gentle floral scent wafted in. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and a bouquet of light yellow carnations was in a vase on the bedside table.
The flowers were given by the original Hoshino Jun four years ago and had been well-cared for.
Compared to the elegant flowers, Asu Mei's sleeping posture seemed quite crude.
She was lying on her side on the bed, her large bottom, round like a full moon, sticking up, like an older woman in an art film running in the sunset, reminiscing about her lost youth.
Hoshino Jun took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over her translucent, sheer nightgown. Suddenly, he noticed something and his eyes widened instantly.
What kind of decent person wears red thongs to sleep?
When did she buy them? Why didn't I know? Damn it!
"Get up and eat your noodles."
"Jun-chan probably hasn't cooked them yet. Call me when they're ready," Asu Mei yawned lazily.
Hoshino Jun raised his hand and brought it down with a heavy smack, skillfully hitting the fair thigh beneath her upturned bottom.
A ripple ran through the flesh, making Hoshino Jun blush a little.
"Get up quickly. If I wait until they're ready to call you, the noodles will be cold and you still won't be up."
"Mmm~"
Asu Mei rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. She looked at her reddened thigh, pouted, and glared at Hoshino Jun.
"Crude Jun-chan is becoming more and more like someone who's come to collect a debt from me. A domestic abuser like you won't ever get a wife."
Beneath the thin black sheer nightgown, her lace-trimmed underwear was clearly visible.
Although not as grand and spectacular as Mrs. Takayanagi next door, it was still considered outstanding.
After all, Mrs. Takayanagi was truly exceptionally gifted; it was difficult for ordinary people to compare with her.
The fair, snowy skin made Hoshino Jun's throat feel a little dry. He turned his head and murmured,
"Tch, if I can't get one, I won't."
Hoshino Jun had never worried about marriage and having children.
The absolute justice fist of the island nation had long declined. The collective that found the left-turn red light the hardest to wait for had reached its peak in the last century and also dissipated at its peak.
So, finding a suitable girl to marry was not too difficult.
If he really couldn't get married, it wouldn't matter.
"Living alone is also quite nice."
Asu Mei heard Hoshino Jun's words, and a faint, inexplicable curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She seemed a little happy.
However, Hoshino Jun, who had his back to her at the moment, did not see it.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is our Jun-chan planning to live alone forever?"
"Does that mean Auntie won't have to worry about saving money for Jun-chan's wedding anymore?"
After rolling out of bed, Asu Mei unreservedly put her arms around Hoshino Jun's shoulders, her soft body leaning against him.
A faint blush appeared on her delicate face. She closed her eyes, leaned in closer, and sniffed Hoshino Jun's back.
There was no smell of sweat; Hoshino Jun's body had a faint, clean scent.
Jun-chan's back is so broad, and he's so tall. It's been a long time since I measured his height. He must be around 1.8 meters now, right?
The little boy she raised with her own hands is now a man she can rely on.
"Jun-chan, aren't you going to answer Auntie?"
"Cough, cough."
The sensation on his back, and the tickle of Asu Mei's hair on his neck, made Hoshino Jun's heart feel alternately numb and tingly.
Moreover, Asu Mei was already wearing very little, and now that she was pressed against Hoshino Jun, they were practically at zero-distance contact.
If he could, Hoshino Jun really wanted time to stop at this moment.
But unfortunately, the water boiling on the stove did not want time to stand still. The gurgling sound of boiling water urged Hoshino Jun to hurry and cook the noodles.
"That's not important. What's important is that you should quickly get dressed and come out to eat your noodles."
"Okay! Auntie gets to eat Jun-chan's noodles today too!"
Asu Mei's smile widened even more. She laughed as she pushed Hoshino Jun out of the room, then closed the door to change.
After leaving the room, Hoshino Jun let out a sigh of relief, then looked down, feeling speechless.
Luckily, Auntie had been behind him the whole time; otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward.
Hoshino Jun had never quite understood Asu Mei's attitude towards him. Did she treat him as a child or a younger brother?
Or perhaps as a younger brother she could use.
Looking at the closed door, Hoshino Jun slowly walked into the kitchen to cook the noodles. In a short while, a bowl of egg noodle soup was ready.
By the time Hoshino Jun came out with two bowls of egg noodle soup, Asu Mei had already taken off her sexy nightgown and changed into the black business suit and OL skirt she wore for work.
Big cities have particular rules for professional attire. Regardless of the job, most people have a fixed work outfit.
And it must be said, Auntie truly had a unique charm when she put on her professional attire.
Asu Mei's skirt was slightly longer, reaching her knees. Because Asu Mei disliked sitting on her heels, her legs were very straight, not the common O-shape.
At this moment, she was sitting with her legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee in her right hand, her gaze fixed on the morning program playing on the TV.
Her serious expression made her look like a queen.
"Jun-chan, hurry, hurry! My stomach is rumbling!"
Upon seeing Hoshino Jun, the cool and capable older sister from a second ago transformed into a sweet and coquettish moe girl.
"Coming, don't rush me."
Hoshino Jun's lips curved into a slight smile as he placed the two bowls of noodles on the dining table.
Auntie watched TV while slurping her noodles, her slender fingers occasionally tapping the table. Hoshino Jun grabbed her hand, telling her not to fidget while eating.
Asu Mei said with a smiling face, "Oh no, my Jun-chan has grown up to be a rebellious son, even lecturing Auntie now."
What kind of rebellious son nonsense is that?!
What kind of talk is that?!
"I'm not your son."
Hoshino Jun rolled his eyes at Asu Mei, gulped down the noodle soup in a few mouthfuls, and urged her to finish quickly so they could wash the dishes.
The atmosphere between the two was lively with a touch of casualness, like an old married couple, a peaceful passage of time refined by years.