August 15th, after Little Lian left, Mrs. Jiutiao suddenly felt like playing mahjong.

"Mr. Dubian, you don't need to go out now, do you?" She asked because she knew that today Dubian Che was supposed to accompany Mayi Asuka.

"At least wait until Meiji is up, tell her first."

"Then, would you mind moving the table to the terrace? I want to play there." After saying this, Mrs. Jiutiao turned to the girl with black hair and said, "Lin, you come too."

"Okay."

At that moment, Kiyono Lin was getting ready to read a book about the Karuizawa murder case.

Dubian Che went to move the mahjong table, and Mrs. Kiyono followed him: "I'll help."

Each taking one side, they moved the table towards the villa's terrace that was bathed in morning sunlight.

"Make way, don't bump into it, this is quite heavy," Mrs. Kiyono told her daughter who was blocking the entrance to the terrace.

As Kiyono Lin stepped aside, Mrs. Kiyono as if suddenly remembering, said, "I almost forgot the morning coffee."

Saying this, she let go and went straight to the kitchen.

The mahjong table that seemed to be carried by two people remained level.

"I knew she wasn't putting in any effort," Mrs. Jiutiao said proudly, "Mr. Dubian, you know who loves you the most, right?"

"Aunt Zhenji, it was you who wanted to play mahjong and asked him to move the table to the terrace," Kiyono Lin calmly reminded her.

"Playing mahjong is more fun with a little bet, but betting money is meaningless; no, it's a legally forbidden thing, so what should we bet on?" Mrs. Jiutiao fell into thought.

"I say," Dubian Che, who was holding the mahjong table, spoke, "who can clear the wicker table and chairs from the terrace?"

Lost in thought, Mrs. Jiutiao, standing there with her arms crossed, Kiyono Lin both turned to look at the still stationary Dubian Che and the wicker furniture occupying the terrace.

"..." They finally got moving.

Dubian Che sniffed the smell of the mahjong table, watching the two women slowly hustle.

Everything was ready, and just as they sat down, Jiutiao Zhenji had another complaint.

"No, no," she pointed across from herself, "Mr. Dubian, you sit over there."

Dubian Che finally realized, and when he sat down, he naturally faced Kiyono Lin.

"If you dare to move, I'm going back to Tokyo right now," Mrs. Kiyono threatened with the tone of a girlfriend throwing a tantrum.

"You go back to Tokyo then, you think Mr. Dubian is keen on you," Mrs. Jiutiao sneered disdainfully.

"Let's bet on that!" Dubian Che started to shuffle the cards, "Whoever wins gets to command the other three to do a small, non-embarrassing favor."

"Good idea!" Mrs. Jiutiao nodded.

"I will state my condition first," Mrs. Kiyono said, "As long as I win, the person who deals into my hand has to take off an article of clothing; if I win with a self-drawn hand, all three of you have to, a pretty simple little thing, right?"

Directly ignoring the 'non-embarrassing' part.

"Counting undergarments, I have four pieces," Mrs. Jiutiao said confidently.

"That's not fair, I am wearing the least clothing," Dubian Che said.

"Mr. Dubian," Kiyono Lin reached out with her slender, white wrist and snatched away the last two stacks of tiles, "if you don't want to end up in a police station, keep your indecent thoughts to yourself."

"How could I possibly do such a thing, twenty thousand..."

"Ron!" Mrs. Kiyono put down the coffee cup she had just picked up, combined Dubian Che's twenty-thousand tile with her own thirty-thousand and forty-thousand, "Four of Circles."

It was Kiyono Lin's turn to play next, Dubian Che continued:

"If I win, the person who deals into my hand has to go inside and put on an article of clothing; self-drawn, all three of you have to."

"Let's do it this way, if Youzi and I win, we take off clothes; if you and Lin win, we put on clothes," Mrs. Jiutiao said as she tossed out a tile, "South Wind."

The next round, Dubian Che drew his tile.

"Self-drawn for all three, big three dragons, four concealed triples," Dubian Che revealed his hand, "Ah, if I had known, I would have joined the undressing team!"

"That was close, that was close," Mrs. Kiyono patted her petite chest, relieved, "Good thing it wasn't, I almost had to take off clothes."

"I don't mind, today's underwear is very sexy. But this is only the first hand," Mrs. Jiutiao confirmed Dubian Che's hand, "as a man, you're a bit too quick."

"Jiutiao Zhenji, class of '19**, if you don't want to end up in a police station, stop talking dirty. Also, go put on some clothes."

The three of them went back to the room, and Dubian Che took the opportunity to return to his bedroom.

When he got back to the terrace two minutes later, the three women only then came out.

The two Mrs. could be anything, but Dubian Che glanced at Kiyono Lin.

No change at all.

"What's going on?"

"Safety shorts."

Second round, ninth turn.

"Sorry, self-drawn," Dubian Che revealed his hand, "Ready hand, one-shot win, self-drawn from a closed hand..."

"We get it, we get it, hurry on to the next hand!"

"No, you go put on clothes first."

This time, Kiyono Lin still hadn't changed at all.

"Now I really want to see how many pairs of safety shorts you can wear," a competitive spirit rose in Dubian Che.

The two Mrs. felt the same; in the second round, they switched pants for skirts and wore safety shorts underneath.

Third round, Dubian Che plays a tile, Mrs. Kiyono plays a tile, Kiyono Lin plays a tile.

"Wait a minute, Tsumo!" Dubian Che turned over his hand, "Thirteen Orphans, thank you."

The person who dealt into his hand, Kiyono Lin, glared at him: "You didn't cheat?"

"Machine shuffled, how can I cheat? Purely good luck."

"I haven't even drawn a tile this round," Mrs. Jiutiao was dissatisfied with the game ending too quickly.

Kiyono Lin returned, still wearing safety shorts.

Fourth round.

16th turn, Dubian Che: "Kong!"

17th turn, draw, Dubian Che: "Another Kong!"

18th turn, draw, Dubian Che: "Self-drawn!"

When the three came out, Dubian Che squinted his eyes.

"What is it, Mr. Dubian?" Mrs. Jiutiao asked gracefully, sitting down.

"Wearing four pairs of safety shorts, feels like sitting on a cushion," Mrs. Kiyono squirmed as she sat in the chair.

Fifth round.

"You all lift up your skirts so I can see!" Dubian Che looked at the three who still hadn't changed.

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