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Loya remained outwardly calm, glancing at Gion and then fixing his gaze on her feet.
"Your feet are dirty, aren't they?"
"Fortunately, your boat is very clean."
Feeling Loya's concern, Gion felt a surge of happiness.
"Someone, bring me a basin of hot water, 037! Pick some rose petals and pour some milk into it~"
Loya shouted something into the ship's deck.
She then smiled slightly at Gion, "Wait a moment."
Loya reached out and took Gion's hand, pulling her to sit down on a chair.
Gion lowered her head shyly and obediently let Loya do as she pleased.
Before long, the servants brought over a basin of water for washing feet, prepared with hot milk, hot water, and rose petals.
Loya took the basin of water from the servant and placed it at the foot of Gion.
"Madam, let me wash your feet for you."
Loya crouched down, gently picked up Gion's two feet, and placed them in warm water.
Actually, it's not dirty at all~
Seeing that Loya was going to wash her feet himself, Gion was surprised and delighted, and said shyly and expectantly.
"I just want to openly and honestly touch my wife's beautiful little feet, please grant me this wish."
Loya said with a smile.
Gion blushed slightly, "Then, whatever you want~"
Gion's personal maid soon brought over afternoon tea and Yatsuhashi sweets.
Seeing Loya personally squatting there washing Gion's feet, with Gion's face flushed and a happy smile involuntarily playing on her lips, she couldn't help but smile back.
Chapter 112 I'm Sticking With You for Life (Revised)
After washing Gion's feet, Loya dried them with a towel, lifted Gion's smooth, delicate feet—as beautiful as a baby's and fragrant with roses—and gently kissed the instep.
"Yeah~"
Upon seeing this, Gion exclaimed in surprise and quickly raised her hand to cover her face.
Her pretty face was as red as a steamed shrimp.
Loya then personally helped her put on the high-heeled sandals made from the wood of the Adam tree.
Do you like these shoes?
Loya remained crouched in front of Gion, looked up into Gion's eyes, and asked softly.
"Mmm~ I like it~"
Feeling the deep love in Loya's eyes, Gion bit her lip and couldn't help but nod gently.
"Do you like me, or do you like the shoes? If you don't tell me clearly, I'll misunderstand!"
Based on reading Gion's memories, Loya deduced that, given Gion's age, her affection for him was somewhat maternal. Therefore, he deliberately adopted a subservient posture to evoke Gion's affectionate feelings towards a younger man. (Relatively young)
Sure enough, Gion looked down at the boy, who seemed very cute in her eyes at that moment, bit her lip, then reached out and cupped Loya's face, leaning down to quickly kiss Loya's forehead.
She then turned her head away shyly and said, "I like them all, is that okay?"
"Fine! You kissed me without my permission!"
Loya deliberately accused him.
"Here you go!" Gion thought for a moment and retorted, "Didn't you kiss my feet without my permission?"
"Then you should kiss my feet! Why are you kissing my face?!"
Loya stood up, pretending to be angry, and said, "That won't do! I have to kiss your cheek too!"
Gion: "..."
That makes so much sense, I can't even argue with it!
So, Loya cupped Gion's face in his hands and kissed her deeply on her lips.
Gion is so angry.
I kissed your forehead!
It's the forehead!
But the inner protest only made her mouth more willing to cooperate with Loya's deep kiss.
That kid is really cunning!
He's so mean!
……
I really like!
……
Under Loya's superb kissing skills, Gion, who had absolutely no experience, quickly became infatuated.
Under Loya's deliberate guidance, she found herself unconsciously wrapping her arms tightly around Loya's neck.
Loya relentlessly attacked her with kisses.
Gion was having some difficulty breathing and forgot about her surroundings.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly realized that the light had become very dim.
Loya had already carried her, kissing her all the way, and led her into a bedroom!
Loya placed her on the fragrant bed.
"No...please, it's too fast..."
Gion realized something and pleaded repeatedly.
"Gion, believe me, you're already in your fifties, you'll like things to go faster~"
Loya stopped what he was doing, gazed intently into Gion's eyes, and spoke gently.
"..."
Looking into Loya's earnest eyes, Gion suddenly felt a sense of relief.
"really?"
Although it is a question.
But Gion did remember it for sure; she was already over fifty!
And Loya is only in his twenties!
At this moment, it wasn't Loya who urgently needed her.
It was she who was yearning for Loya.
“I can take it slow, but I have a lot of things to deal with in the past few years, so I may not be able to be with you every day.”
Loya added.
Upon hearing this, Gion's eyes flickered twice before she raised her legs and hooked them tightly around Loya's waist.
Then she cupped Loya's face in her hands, kissed him, and whispered in his ear with tears in her eyes:
"You little rascal, I'm sticking with you for life!"
You absolutely must not let me down!
After saying that, she leaned her head back against the bed, gazed into Loya's eyes, and suddenly laughed again, saying:
"However, even if you really let me down, I won't lose out!"
"Who told you to be such a handsome young man in your twenties?"
"Sister, I got a great deal!"
She knew in her heart that falling in love with Loya was somewhat impulsive.
The rational approach is to restrain these feelings.
However, she has no regrets.
She is already in her fifties.
It's truly not easy to meet a man who can make her heart flutter and who is worthy of her love.
If she misses out on Loya, Gion will never see another man like him again.
When Gion was very young, her parents were killed by pirates. Tsuru rescued her from the pirates' abduction and raised her as her own sister.
Later, Gion, who admired Tsuru as an independent and strong woman, followed in Tsuru's footsteps and joined the Navy.
But Gion ultimately lacked any sense of justice or conviction that the Navy held.
Joining the Navy was solely out of admiration and longing for Sister Tsuru, as well as gratitude for her rescue and upbringing.