Aoyama Haruko didn't stop, her fair and delicate hands and feet wrapped in black silk stockings rhythmically continued the massage, her cheeks slightly flushed, her forehead already sweating from exertion, yet she remained focused.
"Master," Hashimoto Miho said, "just now, Dongye Gen met with me and asked me to mediate the conflict between him and you. He also promised a generous reward."
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled lightly, his eyes gleaming as he said, "When a fool eagerly offers money, it's foolish not to take it. It will allow you to buy a few more new outfits to please me, but of course, things can't go his way. In a moment, you do this... Ah! Hiss~"
"Master, what's wrong?" Hashimoto Miho asked.
Aoyama Xiu Xin glanced at his sister-in-law, who looked somewhat jealous, and said, "It's nothing, let's leave it at that."
His sister-in-law had just kicked him a bit too hard.
