Chapter 415: A Glimpse of Lust

The car sped along the winding mountain road.

The atmosphere inside the car was alluring.

Madam Kaori deliberately loosened the elegant kimono she was wearing.

The collar slipped down her rounded shoulder, revealing a large expanse of fair, delicate skin.

Under the dim yellow light in the car, that expanse of white was dazzling.

Her gaze towards “Matsutake Gen” was like a thickened sauce, viscous and fiery.

Zhou Huai felt his throat go dry.

He reluctantly tore his gaze away, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window.

“Madam, you are...”

“Aren’t we going to a banquet?”

His voice sounded a little stiff.

Madam Kaori’s fingers, like a slippery snake, lightly traced his taut cheek.

The warmth of her fingertips gave him goosebumps.

“Don’t worry.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of lazy laughter.

“It will be at least half an hour until we reach the banquet venue.”

“Why don’t we make good use of this time to do something meaningful.”

Her face slowly drew closer, her warm breath caressing Zhou Huai’s earlobe.

Her words carried undisguised provocation.

“Let me tell you a secret.”

“I’m not wearing anything under this kimono, you know.”

Zhou Huai’s body suddenly stiffened.

Madam Kaori’s red lips were almost touching his earlobe, her voice lowered even further, like the whisper of a devil.

“If you don’t believe me, try unbuttoning it.”

Zhou Huai truly felt like exclaiming internally.

Was he about to witness a scene from those little movies he’d only ever watched on his phone?

And he was the male lead.

It was somewhat stimulating, to say the least.

Speaking of which, did this Clone of his even have *that* kind of function?

Zhou Huai had never considered that question before.

He subconsciously glanced at his crotch.

Hmm, it certainly looked the part.

Just as he was lost in thought, a pair of soft, boneless hands began to wander over his body.

Those hands grew increasingly bold, even attempting to untie the sash around his waist.

Zhou Huai silently sighed.

It seemed this Madam was truly hungry.

He subtly raised ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) his hand, his fingertips imperceptibly brushing her smooth back.

A tiny, almost invisible parasite silently burrowed into Madam Kaori’s body from his fingertip.

The next second.

Madam Kaori, who was about to lower her head and display her lifelong skills, suddenly went limp.

She collapsed into Zhou Huai’s arms like a puddle of mud.

Zhou Huai quickly reached out, helping her soft body to the side, leaning her against the car window.

He silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He inwardly exclaimed, “That was close.”

He had finally resolved this trouble before things got out of hand.

He reached out and straightened his lapel, which had been pulled askew by her.

He then pulled the kimono, which had slipped to her arm, back onto her rounded shoulder, covering that tempting expanse of white.

After doing all this, Zhou Huai leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

In the driver’s seat, Madam Kaori’s personal driver, a taciturn middle-aged man, glanced at the situation in the back through the rearview mirror.

His brows furrowed slightly.

“Matsutake Gen, is Madam... all right?”

Zhou Huai did not open his eyes, merely replied calmly in Matsutake Gen’s unique, slightly hoarse voice.

“She’s fine.”

“Madam is just a little tired; let her sleep for a while.”

Although the driver was puzzled, he dared not ask further.

He retracted his gaze, refocusing his attention on the road ahead.

Half an hour later.

The luxury car stopped in front of a lavish hotel.

Zhou Huai turned his head and gently woke the woman beside him.

“Madam, we have arrived at our destination.”

Madam Kaori’s eyelashes fluttered, and she awoke from her brief slumber.

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

“Hmm? How did I fall asleep?”

Zhou Huai’s face wore Matsutake Gen’s characteristic gentle smile.

“Perhaps Madam, you were too tired.”

Madam Kaori rubbed her temples, not thinking much of it.

“I haven’t been resting well lately, it’s true.”

She stretched, her voluptuous curves evident beneath the kimono.

“That nap in the car, though, was unexpectedly comfortable.”

After speaking, she quietly took out a small lipstick from her handbag and elegantly touched up her makeup in the mirror.

Having finished, she gracefully stepped out of the car, assisted by Zhou Huai.

The hotel’s luxury exceeded Zhou Huai’s expectations.

Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the dozens-of-meters-high dome, their brilliant light reflecting on the mirror-like marble floor as if it were a lake under a night sky.

The air was filled with a cool scent, a blend of expensive fresh flowers and some kind of Advanced incense.

Waiters in crisp uniforms stood silently on either side, each bow precisely thirty degrees, their faces bearing well-trained smiles.

The two did not linger in the lobby; led by a waiter, they took a private elevator directly to the top floor.

The elevator doors opened, revealing an open-air rooftop banquet hall.

The evening breeze was cool, stirring the white gauze curtains.

Melodious classical music flowed through the air.

Zhou Huai glanced around and saw many important figures who had been specifically mentioned in the material.

Most of them were dressed in formal kimonos or suits, gathered in small groups, conversing in low voices, with composed smiles on their faces.

These people almost all came from the Kujo Family, or were closely related affiliated forces.

The surrounding security level was also quite high.

Zhou Huai sensed the Qi of many Advanced Professionals among the seemingly ordinary waiters and guests.

He felt a little puzzled.

It seemed that today’s banquet was not some ordinary Family gathering.

Just as Madam Kaori was about to lead Zhou Huai into the core area of the banquet hall.

Two guards in black suits with stern expressions reached out and blocked their path.

One of the guards bowed slightly to Madam Kaori, his posture respectful.

“Apologies, Madam. Today, only distinguished guests holding a special invitation from the Kujō Family are permitted to enter.”

His gaze then fell on Zhou Huai.

“This Matsutake Gen, I’m afraid we cannot let him pass.”

Madam Kaori’s gentle smile instantly froze, replaced by a hint of indignation.

“Not even someone I invited?”

The guard bowed again, lowering his posture even further, but his tone remained firm.

“My deepest apologies, Madam Kaori. This is the Family Head’s order.”

The Family Head’s order.

These five words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing Madam Kaori’s anger.

She could disregard these guards, but she dared not defy that man’s will.

Seeing this, Zhou Huai immediately took a considerate step forward.

He offered Madam Kaori a reassuring smile, his voice gentle.

“Madam, it’s alright.”

“You go ahead and attend the banquet; I’ll just wait for you here.”

Madam Kaori’s expression softened.

She returned an apologetic smile, gently patting “Matsutake Gen’s” hand.

“Gen-kun, I’m truly sorry to put you through this.”

With that, she no longer lingered, straightened the hem of her kimono, and with elegant steps, gracefully walked into the midst of the clinking glasses and chatter.

Zhou Huai was left alone at the entrance.