Chapter 194: Half Sugarism

Natsui Makoto was immersed in the pink bubble of love. The whole person felt not only sweet and honeyed in her heart, but sweet and honeyed from head to toe.

Alone, she was busy in the kitchen, cooking dishes that Masayoshi Kishimoto loved to eat on a regular basis. Whether she liked it or not was completely unimportant, as long as he liked it.

Before they sat face to face at the dinner table, Kishimoto Masayoshi brought the red wine, the crystal gooseneck bottle, the corkscrew, the tulip wine glass, a whole set of things to drink red wine.

He opened the bottle of red wine with his own hands, first poured the garnet red wine into the crystal gooseneck bottle to sober up, then removed the cork from the corkscrew, and threw the empty bottle into the garbage can at home together.

The two dishes were placed one on top of the other, each with a tulip glass. The crystal gooseneck bottle with red wine was placed on the left side of the table.

Makoto Natsui called out to the outside to serve the food, and then Masayoshi Kishimoto would go and bring the food from the top of the stove in the open kitchen to the dining table.

The tacit understanding between the two of them and the division of labor, just like thousands of ordinary small couples living an ordinary real life.

In the ordinary and ordinary daily life, Masayoshi Kishimoto created a little bit of small romance and small mood that belonged only to their two-person world.

He enjoys this special feeling between a man and a woman. He insists on a kind of half-sugarism. This gives people the feeling that it is neither too sweet, nor too mushy, but just right, quite a little goodbye is better than a new marriage.

Masayoshi Kishimoto knows that after a long time of being mushy together every day, couples will gradually become tasteless from the beginning of their passionate love, and then all sorts of small frictions, conflicts and clashes will occur.

Couples who don’t fight don’t exist in this world. If the relationship is handled well, it will be able to get through it. On the contrary, the negative emotions accumulated to the critical point will completely explode, which will lead to the separation of labor, each side.

After all the food was served, Natsui Makoto took off the white lace apron she was wearing and placed it where it belonged. Then, she was able to take a seat above her customary position.

“My dear, you’ve worked hard.” Masayoshi Kishimoto personally picked up the crystal gooseneck bottle and poured a third of it into her empty glass before pouring a third into his own. With a smile on his face, he smiled at her and softly whispered.

“Mouthful.” Natsui Makoto snapped.

“I have there? I’m a Friend of Women, and I just can’t stand to see the machismo of a good number of Japanese men. They’re just able to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the smoky toil you women suffer in front of the stove.” Masayoshi Kishimoto poured the red wine and sat down while setting down the crystal gooseneck bottle in his hand.

“Liar. I moved in so long ago, and I didn’t realize you still had these things in your home. You know a lot about life!” Natsui Makoto reached out and picked up the tulip-shaped red wine glass in front of him, and turned towards him with a wry smile.

“You’re doubting me now?” Masayoshi Kishimoto said calmly.

“You think so?” Natsui Makoto asked back with a pursed lips.

“Fine! I admit that I am flirtatious, but not nasty. One is amorous, but not promiscuous. Quite a few men just figure on tricking women into bed, and I’m just not their kind of person.” Masayoshi Kishimoto perked up.

“Meaning you’re better than them?” Natsui Makoto said as she gently shook her red wine glass in her right hand.

Masayoshi Kishimoto scowled up at her and said, “Are you still not clear on whether I’m a good person or not?”

“Not clear.” Natsui Makoto responded with a sweet smile.

Masayoshi Kishimoto’s right fist gently hammered his chest and said, “Your words are like a sharp knife stabbing into me.”

Natsui Makoto blurted out a “Come on” before suddenly turning thoughtful and saying, “I never thought I’d find a rich boyfriend.”

“But then you found one. It can’t be that I’m causing you any insecurity, right?” Masayoshi Kishimoto took the initiative to poke through the layer of windowpaper in her heart that was as thin as a cicada’s wing and said.

“In terms of looks, stature, connotation, talent, and so on, I’m too ordinary and plain. Like you this kind of successful and rich man is completely can find a better woman than me.

Then why did you choose me? It can’t be to play with my feelings, right?” Natsui Makoto took a sip of the red wine in her glass and summoned up the courage to say the answer she had always wanted him to tell her in person.

“Murphy’s Law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of the chosen ways will lead to disaster, someone is bound to make that choice.

The fundamental element is that if there is a possibility of something going bad, no matter how small that possibility is, it will always happen. Putting it in your case is that the more you think of me toward the bad, then the more likely it is that the thing you least want to see happen will happen.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto didn’t have the luxury of saying, “How could that be? I love you” or anything superficial like that. Of course, he himself wasn’t a dead pervert.

He was reminded in this regard, without thinking, of the story adapted from the Japanese author Haruki Murakami’s short story “The Burning Barn”, and combining it with the American author William? Faulkner’s short story “Burning Barns” made in 2018 Korean movie “Burning”.

A young playboy in the middle of the movie is handsome, sophisticated, wealthy, the embodiment of capital, and drives a Porsche. He has a strange fetish for burning plastic stables, and every once in a while he has to burn them, stables that nobody cares about.

And the plastic sheds that no one cares about, as he calls them, are the lower-middle class young women. Every once in a while he would use his advantage to seduce one and then kill her, collecting a trinket from her body to store as a trophy inside a drawer at home.

Besides not being handsome, he had too much in common with the character portrayed in such a movie, mature, rich, the embodiment of capital, and kept his own Porsche 911 in the garage downstairs.

At the Cannes Film Festival in the same year, Yuwa Yae’s “The Family of Thieves” won the Palme d’Or.

He paused intentionally when he thought of this, and then added: “Perhaps, I am not only to play with your feelings, but also to fill the emptiness in my heart.

Killing you will not be easily suspected by the outside world. A girl like you, who is both plain and ordinary, and who went up to the capital alone to fight for her life, even if she disappeared, no one would care.

When a rich man tells a girl like you that you’re the most special and unique he’s ever seen in this world, you need to pay more attention.”