Hojo Maki’s beauty is different from that of a young girl. Her white, thin blouse is pushed up high at the chest, outlining her voluptuous curves, and below her knee-length skirt are a pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in opaque black stockings.

　　Logically, this outfit should appear dignified and capable, but on Hojo Maki, it looks damp.

　　It has a unique moisture that comes from a mature wife, like a ripe peach; a gentle touch is enough to wet your hand.

　　She held a wine glass in her hand, the crystal-clear liquid adding to her allure.

　　”Is it because of me?” Hojo Maki asked again after Mukai Yu was stunned.

　　”No… I… I am.” Yu Mukai stammered, glancing at Maki Hojo before lowering his head again.

　　Hojo Maki glanced at Mukai Yu’s slightly restrained face, put down her wine glass, and shifted the position of her legs.

　　When Mukai Yu saw her slender feet, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

　　“You want to do it with me,” Hojo Maki said again.

　　Upon hearing this, Yu Mukai trembled violently, abruptly raising his head to look at Maki Hojo in disbelief.

　　He couldn’t believe that his respected and admired boss would say such direct things.

　　”Why are you making that face?” Hojo Maki narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly: “Perhaps you think that a woman over 30, who is also a widow, should act like a little girl and show a shy expression when the topic of sex comes up.”

　　”No, I’m not, I…” Yu Mukai stammered, looking up at Maki Hojo but not daring to look, his whole body fidgeting with unease.

　　Not only Yu Mukai, but also Natsu Shirakawa, sitting in the jeep, looked completely bewildered. Aunt Maki was too bold.

　　But she quickly came to terms with it. Just as she said, young men and women are very secretive about each other. At Aunt Mafei’s age, she had indeed passed the age of shyness. But why bring it up in front of Mukai Yu?

　　She should know that Yu Mukai has feelings for her, and that she has at least a slight attraction to Yu Mukai beyond that of a colleague.

　　Shirakawa Natsu gripped the steering wheel tighter. What exactly was Aunt Maki planning to do?

　　Hojo Maki and the others quieted down, and Mukai Yu continued, “Men want to satisfy their desire for conquest by having sex with strict female bosses.”

　　”No, I’m not…” Yu Mukai immediately denied.

　　Hojo Maki looked at him calmly. Mukai Yu lowered his head under her gaze, his expression conflicted, and his resolute expression gradually wavered.

　　“There’s no need to rush to deny it. This isn’t something to be ashamed of.” Hojo Maki placed her fingers on her ample bosom. “Girls your age will also have a day like mine.”

　　Yu Mukai looked up at Maki Hojo’s prominent chest, his expression complex.

　　”Do you want to do it with me, or do you like me?” Hojo Maki suddenly stood up, leaned down in front of Mukai Yu, and the two looked directly into each other’s eyes: “Can you answer me?”

　　”I…” Yu Mukai didn’t dare to meet Hojo Maki’s gaze, turning his head away to avoid her eyes.

　　Hojo Maki suddenly narrowed her eyes: “Shall we do it?”

　　Yu Mukai’s mind was in a mess because of the question just now. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Maki Hojo in disbelief.

　　My beautiful boss stood before me, and I could smell the unique, subtle fragrance of a mature woman.

　　”Hoo…” Yu Mukai’s body trembled uncontrollably, his mind unable to process the current situation.

　　In the jeep, Shirakawa Natsu stepped on the gas, started the car, and it sped off for dozens of meters in a flash.

　　”Damn it, what the hell is this?!” Shirakawa Natsumi had to stop Aunt Maki, except that the mission couldn’t be completed.

　　He absolutely could not accept the thought of Ma Fei being with another man.

　　The jeep drove for two hundred meters, then gradually came to a stop.

　　Shirakawa Natsu’s expression gradually calmed down. No, he hadn’t met Hojo Maki that many times.

　　But Hojo Maki is a strong, independent-thinking, and morally upright woman.

　　Moreover, after so many years as a criminal police officer, her self-control and quick thinking are unmatched by ordinary people.

　　Shirakawa Natsu has been trying to win her favor these past few days, but she has managed to defuse the situation in a clever way.

　　Even if she had been lonely for a long time, she wouldn’t do something so abrupt; there must be some purpose behind it.

　　The jeep slowly came to a stop. Shirakawa Natsu leaned back in the driver’s seat with his arms crossed, wanting to see what Aunt Maki was up to.

　　Yu Mukai opened his mouth wide, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

　　His dream, beautiful boss was right in front of him. He felt that if he just asked, something that was once out of reach could be grasped in his hands.

　　”Are you scared?” Hojo Maki pointed at his legs, which were trembling uncontrollably. “In the instant you hesitate, you already have the answer in your heart. To love someone is to not hesitate or waver, like a moth drawn to a flame. Hesitation is because you have to weigh the pros and cons, but that is just life, not love.”

　　After speaking, Hojo Maki stood up and shook her head: “Understand what you truly want. Don’t hurt the girl who likes you anymore. Hesitation and indecision are disloyalty to love. Life is too short to hold more than one person.”

　　Yu Mukai suddenly stood up: “No, Maki-nee, I like you, not because of sex, I just like you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life! I won’t hesitate anymore! Whether you reject me or not, I won’t give up!”

　　Upon hearing his sudden confession, Hojo Maki’s expression froze on her face; Mukai Yu’s behavior was clearly unexpected.

　　Suddenly, Yu Mukai reached out and tried to take Maki Hojo’s arm.

　　She moved nimbly, dodging to the side, and in the instant she shifted her body, a heavy black object fell to the ground from her waist and back.

　　With a “thud,” a heavy object landed on the wooden floor, making a dull thud.

　　It was a pistol holstered in a leather case.

　　In the East, it is very difficult to legally own firearms; it requires going through multiple layers of investigation.

　　Since Hojo Maki is a police officer, it would be relatively easier for her to apply.

　　Yu Mukai’s expression froze on his face. Didn’t he just ask me if I wanted to do it? Why was he carrying a pistol on his waist?

　　A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed Hojo Maki’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, bent down to pick up the pistol from the ground, and said, “I’m a woman raising my daughter alone, and I need to carry a pistol at night to feel safer.”

　　”Yes…yes.” Yu Mukai’s expression froze as if he’d been doused with a bucket of cold water, instantly regaining his composure. He awkwardly agreed, “That makes perfect sense.”

　　”Well, it’s getting late.” Hojo Maki picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and said, “Go back to sleep early.”

　　She finished her drink, put down her glass, and turned to walk into the room.

　　Yu Mukai gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted, “Sister Maki, what I just said came from the bottom of my heart. I won’t hold it in anymore. Please give me a chance!”

　　After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle: “Please!”

　　Hojo Maki paused for a moment, then said, “Get some rest.”

　　After leaving those words, he returned to his room. With the door closed, only Yu Mukai remained in the living room.

　　Yu Mukai didn’t stand up straight until everything around him had quieted down. There seemed to be a lingering scent in the room, a scent unique to mature women like Maki Hojo.

　　Hojo Maki returned to her room, placed the pistol on the bedside table, and saw a photograph there of her and her deceased husband.

　　She stared at the photo for a long time, then reached out and closed the frame.

　　In the jeep, Shirakawa Natsu breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he had expected, thankfully he hadn’t impulsively knocked on the door. Given Aunt Maki’s vigilance, it would have aroused her suspicion, and then the hidden pinhole listening device would have been discovered.

　　Aunt Mafei, like the one he knew, was chaste and self-disciplined in matters of love and sex.

　　She also noticed Mukai Yu’s problem; he was like an anime protagonist, conflicted and indecisive. Her words were a wake-up call for him.

　　At the same time, Hojo Maki was not a saint; she carried a gun with her for protection.

　　Whether as a boss, friend, or elder, she has done her best.

　　This is the unique charm of a mature woman like Hojo Maki.

　　Nevertheless, Shirakawa Natsu’s expression was not good; the situation was still far from optimistic.

　　Yutaka Mukai is like those anime protagonists who chose the right option at the most crucial moment.

　　A lonely, mature widow is confessed to by a young man she already has some feelings for.

　　In this situation, most wives simply cannot resist.

　　It was thanks to Hojo Maki’s strong will that she was able to succeed.

　　Shirakawa Natsu had no doubt that if Mukai Yu could stick to his promise and devote himself entirely to Hojo Maki, it would be a good outcome.

　　It’s only a matter of time before Aunt Ma is won over.

　　Reality isn’t a comic book where the male protagonist doesn’t have to do anything for the female characters to have maxed-out affection for him that won’t drop no matter what.

　　Life is too short to hold more than one person, but the body cannot.

　　She is a beautiful widow who has been lonely for more than ten years, and now her daughter is not by her side. This kind of loneliness is simply incomprehensible to others.

　　”Sigh.” Shirakawa Natsu sighed softly, looking at the night outside the car window. The wind was a little chilly. Tomorrow was the last day.

　　There were some minor mishaps today, but they were still part of his plan.

　　I floored the gas pedal and headed home, saying, “The fox is gone.”

　　It’s the 16th now, and Aunt Mafei’s flight is on the 17th. Today is the last day.

　　Today is also Hojo Maki’s birthday.

　　Shirakawa Natsu, carrying her schoolbag, parked her jeep in front of Hojo Maki’s house early in the morning and rang the doorbell.

　　A moment later, the door opened, and Hojo Maki stood in the doorway, showing no surprise at his arrival.

　　”Good morning, Xia.”

　　”Good morning, Aunt Maki.” Shirakawa Natsu paused for a moment when she saw Hojo Maki.

　　Not yesterday’s loungewear, but a dignified black top and black skirt, earrings, and bright red lips.

　　Beneath the short skirt were still opaque black stockings, perfectly fitted and naturally beautiful.

　　Hojo Maki perfectly embodied the word “beautiful”.

　　After a moment of stunned silence, Shirakawa Natsumi quickly lowered his head, like a little boy caught peeking at his elders.

　　Of course, this is all a persona he created for himself: a mature married woman who is always unable to resist handsome and shy young men.

　　”Come in.” Hojo Maki didn’t mind his shyness, turned around, and walked into the room.

　　He changed his shoes in the entryway and followed behind Hojo Maki. He didn’t see Mukai Yu in the living room.

　　Shirakawa Natsu put down her backpack and took out the contents one by one: “These are some small things that might be useful in Yan Country.”

　　A hint of tenderness flashed in Hojo Maki’s eyes, but she quickly concealed it.