September 19, Saturday, a pleasantly crisp autumn day.
It was undoubtedly good weather for an outing.
"Spring nights are short, as the sun rises high; henceforth, the emperor no longer holds his early court."
This poem was not applicable to Asai Ayumi.
Because her agony was that Aoyama Xiu Xin was too long-lasting.
And Aoyama Xiu Xin loved to exercise early in the morning as well.
In the executive suite of a five-star hotel, already freshened up and dressed neatly, Aoyama Xiu Xin urged Asai Ayumi, who was still in bed, "Stop dawdling, get up."
Of all the women, Asai Ayumi was the only one he could rightfully bring to a hotel room.
Last night, the two made a pact to settle their battle here.
After a fierce struggle, Asai Ayumi was left tearfully defeated, incessantly sobbing and begging for mercy.
