"Miss, Miss, where are you going!"
"This place isn't safe!"
"Let us give you a ride!"
On the sparsely populated long street, three hooligans surrounded a short-haired woman who walked with a graceful stride and had a glamorous aura.
The woman in their eyes wore black stockings on her legs, her hands tucked into the pockets of an oversized trench coat, and she was extremely beautiful, with a youthful radiance mixed with the charm of a young married woman, though her expression was somewhat cold.
"No thanks, how about I give you a ride instead." Oriental Woman's face showed a fierce expression as she grabbed the hooligan's head in front of her and slammed it into a telephone pole.
Crack!
The hooligan's face looked like a burst rotten tomato, a messy red smear.
Immediately after, a slender, straight, beautiful leg swept towards the neck of another hooligan, the wind whistling.
Oriental Woman was often approached, and for impolite people, resolving things with force had become the norm, and she had almost never failed.
However, this time, it was clear that an accident was about to happen.
"You bitch!"
The third hooligan pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist, its cold blade slashing directly towards Oriental Woman's cheek.
Oriental Woman's pupils constricted, and she leaned back, but the dagger seemed to grow larger and larger in her eyes, making it impossible for her to dodge.
Clap!
At the crucial moment, a large hand clamped down on the hooligan's arm.
The tip of the dagger stopped less than three centimeters in front of Oriental Woman's nose.
Oriental Woman turned her head to look behind her, and an exceptionally handsome man, like a god, came into view.
At this moment, she felt that the man in front of her was a saint with a divine aura, yet also like a devil, naked and enticing angels to descend for a meal.
"Are you alright, Miss?" Su Ze hadn't expected to encounter Higashikata Josuke's mother on the way to Trattoria Trussardi.
"I... I'm not alright, my head is so dizzy!" Oriental Woman embraced Su Ze's muscular waist and abdomen, her "girlish heart" exploding like blooming fireworks, crackling in her chest.
After giving birth to Josuke so many years ago, this was the first time her heart had beaten so fast, and her mood was just like when she first met Joseph Joestar.
Su Ze twisted the hooligan's arm, then readily put his arm around Oriental Woman's smooth, fragrant shoulder, and smiled gently, "Then I'll take you home."
The man and woman intertwined like that, walking towards the other end of the street.
The hooligan's screams were like a farewell song.
Kohei Azuma rode his bicycle, passing by the hooligans, and wanted to check on them, but an accidental glance revealed his daughter being embraced by someone.
All of a sudden, the world collapsed for this old police officer who had protected Morioh Town for decades.
"No, no, it can't be, Oriental Woman is in love!?"
Kohei Azuma's expression was terrified, and he almost fell off his bicycle.
What should he do? Should he inform Josuke?
"Grandson, you have a new dad, aren't you happy!?"
Given Josuke's personality, which easily goes berserk when his family is involved, he would most likely beat that man up.
By the way, why did Oriental Woman suddenly open up?
That man's physique was quite similar to Josuke's father; from his back, one could tell he was a tall and heroic man.
...
"Suze, would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Oriental Woman opened the door and turned to Su Ze.
She smiled charmingly, her cheeks flushed.
Throughout the journey, her smile had never faded.
Su Ze was truly skilled at charming women.
"Okay."
Su Ze moved closer to Oriental Woman, and they both entered the entryway and came into the living room.
Oriental Woman hung her handbag on the coat rack, and while making hot tea, she smiled at Su Ze, "Suze, this is your first time in Morioh Town, isn't it? How do you like it here?"
Su Ze stared at Oriental Woman's beautiful and tall figure, and said, "There's actually such a great beauty as Miss Oriental Woman here, it's absolutely worth it."
Oriental Woman laughed heartily at the compliment and replied, "Suze, you're so good at joking."
Just then, she saw Su Ze staring at her, and she moved her body to the side, clearing a large empty space on the sofa.
Oriental Woman didn't think much of it and instinctively walked over and sat down.
"Miss Oriental Woman, you probably work at a desk for long periods, don't you?" Su Ze asked.
"How did you know?"
"Because I feel your lumbar spine might have a problem. I've studied massage and can help you check it."
"Oh, really? Won't it be too much trouble for you?"
"It's fine, Miss Oriental Woman, please lie down first."
Oriental Woman lay down on the sofa as instructed.
She was tall, about 1.7 meters.
Su Ze held Oriental Woman's rounded ankle.
Oriental Woman's beautiful feet were slightly warm from walking for a long time.
"Isn't it my lumbar spine that has a problem?" Oriental Woman hummed softly, feeling her foot melting in Su Ze's hand.
This feeling was very strange.
"One step at a time." Su Ze's hands pushed upwards along the black stockings, tracing the elegant and long calves, finally reaching the lumbar spine, and pressing down firmly.
Oriental Woman's slender waist sank, emitting a cracking sound.
"Comfortable!" Oriental Woman felt much lighter.
Suze was truly perfect in every way.
He was handsome, rich, loved small animals, could massage, had a rich inner world, and was open to new things, including but not limited to dating older women.
And now he could even massage.
However, at one point when he pushed upwards, he also pushed up her bodycon skirt.
Was that a mistake in technique?
Then she saw Su Ze kneeling on her buttocks.
It turned out it wasn't a mistake in technique, but a change in technique.
Oriental Woman's buttocks were beautiful and well-proportioned, like a ripe peach, full of feminine allure and charm.
"Oh, Suze, a little deeper."
"You're so heavy, you're making me so nervous!"
"Suze, why are you so skilled? Do you have many girlfriends?"
"Oh dear, I won't say anymore, slowly, slowly!"
"..."
"Not here, we'll be discovered if we go further!"
The sofa stopped shaking.
Su Ze carried Oriental Woman upstairs like he was carrying a beautiful frog.
And Oriental Woman's suggestion was right.
The mother of the Fourth Joestar was too moist, making Su Ze feel like he had stumbled into an oil field.
If they had continued on the sofa, that sofa would have turned into a water bed.
In the later stages of the massage, Oriental Woman used her own strengths against him, leveraging her vigorous needs as a young married woman, freely rising and falling on Su Ze's body.
A thirty-year-old married woman's body is like butter, her waist a sword to slay foolish men.
The charm of a young married woman is sometimes truly incomparable to that of a young girl.
Su Ze clasped his hands behind his head, looking at the beautiful scene before him, feeling that sometimes this kind of recreational play was good, no need to go wild every time.
"Don't get distracted." Oriental Woman's vermilion lips kissed him, hot and burning.
Her lower body wasn't idle either, still squirming and contracting.
Su Ze chuckled, gently caressing Oriental Woman's cheek.
This tenderness came from his heart; he wouldn't look down on Oriental Woman for her lack of restraint.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have entered the house in the first place.
Oriental Woman had been abandoned by Joseph for over ten years, quietly raising Higashikata Josuke, and was independent and strong-willed, a woman who would keep the family from falling apart even if you became a vegetable.
In fact, with Su Ze's configuration, 99% of women in the world would be in a "my door is always open" state.
Moreover, he wasn't the type who liked to challenge high difficulty and felt uncomfortable if he wasn't rejected by women.