Novel & Cerita Japanese Waifu

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

always in happy mode! Fuji must be half-Japanese based on his pale fair skin and chinky black eyes. He also has a nice set of raven-black eyebrows and his hair is shiny. Fuji is tall, his body is long and lean, and he lived up to the reputation of being a bishounen guy. He's like a smiling Kaede Rukawa. Hehehe. I'm wondering if this one has a girlfriend, Fuji is like Bennet's inheritance, a workaholic.

“U-Umm… I… I know you two… You are Jai Waetford… A-And Darrion the Speedy Windlet…” Darrion nudged Jai. “What did she say?” Jai whispered. “She recognized us.” Darrion smiled at. “Yep. That’s us!” The girl blushed at his energy. “M-My name is Shizuka Kogasa. N-Nice to meet you.” She bowed politely. Jai and Darrion bowed back at her. “Nice to meet you.” “Well then, Kogasa-san, we’re going to the restaurant downstairs.” Jai said politely.

Kalen is in Nigeria 😱😱, and Miwa seems to be quite terrifying too 😵😵 Do you think he'll find her?😱 And if he does how do you think he's going to woo Miwa....?😩😩 And Deji is just amazing ☺️☺️😚😍 What do you think so far? Drop your thoughts 😊😊 Votes and comments are appreciated ☺️

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

Kenji pulled out a chair, and the woman sat across from him. "Just call me Sakura. Do you mind if I call you Kenjiki-san?" She asked with a smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." Kenji could understand. Sudden familiarity didn’t necessarily mean disrespect. According to the file he had read, Sakura Nakano had lived abroad for a long time. "You look more handsome than in the photo." Sakura complimented him in a smooth and bold manner. Her time abroad was once again reflected. This kind of bold character was uncommon among Japanese women. Kenji didn’t mind the character, but she still wasn’t the woman he wanted.

Even near the staircase, there is a rectangular touch screen with the inscription "Order Songs Here." "Kon'nichiwa, Good afternoon. Welcome to Qina Cafe," greeted a female waiter wearing a Japanese schoolgirl-style uniform with her distinctive sailor uniform. "Have you reserved a table, sir? Or is it your first time here?" She asked politely. "Did a pregnant woman with her husband come here earlier?" Gladwin asked in return. The waitress seemed to furrow her brow. "A heavily pregnant woman in a knee-length peach maternity dress, with her husband."

Nothing about this woman can be called motherly— even the way she speaks can grate on the nerves of a saint. “My name is Sakura”. Sakura takes pleasure in the way her lips curve in a disgusted sneer. “That is not the name I gave you”. She places her spoon on her napkin with a frown. “Hana is a name more suitable for a well-trained omega…not that vulgar name you’ve picked”. “What do you have against cherry blossoms?”. She knows how much that question would annoy her, and she takes pleasure in it. “One would think you’re not really Japanese with the way you act”.