Nodding his head vigorously, Toshiro Jeffrey continued eating the durian flesh. Meanwhile, Mrs. Nakamura slightly shuddered while paying attention at her son eating the durian flesh.
"I've just caught a thief having stolen my money. He's stolen not a little money, but quite a lot of money from this big mansion of mine," continued the fortune teller while Toshiro Jeffrey was still eating the durian flesh.
Mrs. Nakamura frowned her forehead deeply. She really didn't understand where the fortune teller's conversation would be heading.
Yet, as though he'd understood what was being talked by the fortune teller, Toshiro Jeffrey opened up his mouth and asked,
"How could you catch the thief, Sir?"
"There were merely two maids in this big mansion of mine. So, I didn't want to accuse them as wrongly as I liked. So, I used a kind of supernatural power to view what actually happened in the past. Then, I caught the thief. It was really one of the two."
Mrs. Nakamura then burst out in her slightly underestimating laughter. "You're merely boasting, aren't you, Sir? It's absolutely impossible there's a kind of supernatural power which can help you view what actually had happened in the past."
"But there's indeed a supernatural power like that, Madam… For instance, I can know that your husband has died. He died because he was… was… was… sorry – murdered…"
Having heard that, Mrs. Nakamura's face became white, pale, and fractionally stiff. She kept silent afterwards.
"But, to activate that supernatural power to view what happened in the past, to view who actually had stolen my money, of course there's a compulsory requirement which I have to fulfill."
"What's that?" asked Toshiro Jeffrey more and more curiously.
"I have to gather three couples with their unconditional loves. From the power of their unconditional loves, I can make something seemingly impossible become possible."
Mrs. Nakamura wanted to open her mouth again when the fortune teller interrupted her,
"It's a so-called urban legend, a so-called myth or a kind of superstition… But, I've proven it… I checked that maid's little suitcase. I really found my money inside."
"Oh, please… please… please, Sir… That's absolutely illogical, entirely irrational… It doesn't make sense at all… Unconditional loves can view what actually happened in the past, can't they? We aren't talking about bedtime stories, please… We're facing the reality now…" complained Mrs. Nakamura quite querulously.
"You can even travel to the past, Toshiro. You can change your present by travelling to the past. However, in order to do that, you must gather… not three anymore… but…" The fortune teller intentionally didn't finish up his statement.
"How many?" asked Toshiro Jeffrey more seriously and curiously.
"Not three… but… but… seven… Let me count first once again… Yeah… Yeah… You must gather seven couples with their unconditional loves towards each other. Believe it or not... One miracle can occur and then you can really travel to the past, in order to change your present."
"Oh, c'mon, Sir… What's the use of talking all this rubbish and nonsense?" quipped Mrs. Nakamura rather skeptically.
"Simple, Madam… Because someday later I think Toshiro will need it urgently…" replied the fortune teller in his quite relaxed manner.
Both Toshiro Jeffrey and his mom looked reasonably startled.
"Finish the durian flesh, Toshiro… It's quite tasty, isn't it?" The fortune teller showed his fatherly smile in front of Toshiro Jeffrey.
Toshiro Jeffrey's memories subsequently jumped to another part of his past.
A young, beautiful, elegant and gentle lady was staring at Toshiro Jeffrey with her tearful eyes. Her shoulders kept on shaking rhythmically. It was obvious that the beautiful lady was sobbing and weeping sorrowfully.
Not knowing why, Toshiro's heart, soul and mind was also sad and sorrowful as though it'd been forcefully removed from his body, as though it'd cut like a knife and it'd been sprinkled with salt, as though his blood had been oozing and oozing without any solutions to quell the bleeding.
"I give you a chance to beat me, to slap me, to get angry and to shout back at me…" stuttered Toshiro Jeffrey with all his indescribable feelings.
"I won't do that to the man whom I love and adore very truly and deeply… Just let this be a kind of nightmare among our sweet and beautiful memories. I'll try to continue the steps ahead by not looking at the small black dot in the middle of the white plain paper. I'll try to look at the future by merely rejoicing in the white part of the plain paper."
"We can't be together… You've obviously known that… Our past prevents us from being together…"
"I never care of the past… But, if you do, there's nothing I can do besides praying and wishing you better and happier future… It's rather piercing, stabbing and tormenting that we can't be together, but I'll try my best to face the music, to also accept our present…"
"Stop pretending! Stop acting please! You shouldn't be like this! You should get mad and furious at me! You should beat me, or even slap me!"
"I've told you I can't… Being immensely angry and disappointed to you, I still can't do any violence to the one whom I love truly and deeply… I know you can be like this not because of your own willingness, Brother Toshiro… It's only our past which has been too cruel and unfair to both of us. If loving you is a sin, I'd rather accept the punishment on my own."
"Oh, Virgo Belle… I'm dead certain this isn't your real self… Don't you want to take a revenge on a man like me, a man who's grabbed away your purity, and then dump you like rubbish and garbage?"
The young beautiful and gentle lady still smiled sorrowfully and gently shaking her head.
"I often ask to myself… Were there no any cruel or unfair past between both of us… Were there no hatred in our pasts… Were your daddy still alive… And, were I not to belong to Huangwira family… Yet, again and again, until this second, this moment, there aren't any answers which I've found… There are so many messy 'if'-s, but there aren't any tidy and neat 'would'-s. And lastly, I come to the only one answer…"
Toshiro Jeffrey was still staring at the young lady in front of him with his sharp but sorrowful eyesight.
The young lady subsequently continued again, "Actually there aren't any 'if'-s. There are merely some facts. That's why I have to face the music; I have to face and accept this fact. That's okay, Brother Toshiro… I can still continue the steps ahead by merely depending on the beautiful and sweet moments. I won't think at all about this nightmare and ordeal."
Turning round her body, Virgo Belle got on the car. The car was subsequently driven off.
Toshiro Jeffrey screamed at the top of his voice with his extraordinarily tearful eyes and overflowing tears.
Toshiro Jeffrey's memories flew back again to the present. His face was immensely white and pale. He was a bit breathless and frustrated.
"Are you okay, Mr. Toshiro?" asked Kenzi Black Ogawa, handing a glass of plain water to his boss.
Toshiro Jeffrey quaffed that glass of plain water till the end. He returned the glass to his personal assistant.
"I'm okay… I'm alright… I was merely thinking of the fourth as well as the fifth couples…" mumbled Toshiro Jeffrey softly.
"Okay, Sir… We're going to invite the fourth as well as the fifth couples to this waterpark…" said Kenzi Black Ogawa courteously.
Toshiro Jeffrey simply nodded his head.
***
Several days afterwards…
The night had come to the sky of Tokyo. It was so quiet and tranquil in Mimasaka mansion because their twin young masters had gone to bed and had dozed off into their slumbers. All maids and staff had also been busy in their own worlds of dream inside their own bedrooms.
However, it wasn't tranquil and quiet at all inside Young Mimasaka's personal working office on the ground floor. Sighing, howling and groaning was audible throughout the office. Fortunately, both Young Mimasaka and Mizuki Jean Takigawa had locked the door of the office and the walls of the office were sound-proof. In other words, what was occurring inside the office wouldn't be audible to the people outside, even for the people standing by the closing door of the office.
"You're immensely capable in shaking and pumping both of our bodies, Mizuki Darling… Aaahh… Aaahh… Your enjoyment heavenly valley is also clutching mine perfectly tightly, Darling. At this rate, I don't think I can stand more than half hour…" Young Mimasaka's naughty and explorative hands had been exploring his sexy as well as beautiful wife's body, from her collarbones, down to her twin assets, down again to her slim and intoxicating stomach, and lastly to her sexy and challenging butts.
"You've been teaching and guiding me patiently all these times, Brother Young. I don't wanna disappoint you… Aaahh… Aaaahhh…" Mizuki Jean kept on shaking on her beloved Brother Young's sturdy, sexy and six-packed stomach.