Billion Dollar Man
Chapter 2
Two for the Show
Eisuke's POV
From the very first moment that I saw her…
"Mmm…ahh…"
In the quiet morning, as the rising sun reflected upon her fair skin, a resting young woman glowed and moaned beside me, sleeping silently and peacefully. I waved a hand in front of her face slowly and was slightly startled when she grabbed it with her small, slender fingers. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment before she softly exhaled, loosening her fingers. Even in her sleep, she had some sort of awareness.
…from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I just knew…
…with her back exposed to me and her neck, laced from behind underneath that elegant up do of hers last night, her form fitting dress hung towards the ground and moved gracefully with every step she took and every turn she made… Every way she moved, whether she slightly bent this way and that, curved her back to look over her shoulder, hugged herself bashfully whilst accentuating her perky bosoms, there was this certain air about her…
…I just knew…that somehow, for the first time in my life, I suddenly felt uncertain of the future…
…perhaps I've met my match…
At this moment, everything about her seemed so soft and pure, almost as though everything that had happened last night was nothing more than just some rough and wild, perverted fantasy of mine. But there was one thing I wasn't used to and that was the tears that painted her pretty face last night as she pleaded for more. I just simply don't get it… It couldn't have been something I've done…because otherwise why would she ask for another round and another right after that? I didn't know what to do so I made her mine in more ways than one last night. The way she moved against me, the way she writhed and shook her hips against mine, the way she cried and whine and moan and sighed, the way her voice sounded like a soft song when we climaxed together…the way she licked her lips lecherously in satisfaction and narrowed her eyes at me lasciviously, telling me to prepare for the next round. Her song was like a siren's song, calling out to me, enticing me, urging me to prepare for the next round as I lost myself in such carnal desires.
I have never bedded a woman whose sway was as powerful as her melody.
My eyes narrowed at her seemingly innocent face in irritation… I can't let her get the best of me…
"Haaah…" My ears perked up as I heard her sigh out and yawned, shutting my eyes and gritting my teeth, as her voice was just as melodious as her moans and orgasms. It was still just as smooth and soft as it was last night that I could hardly believe how deeply my cock traveled down her throat as she sucked and massaged it with her lustful tongue. Breathing in and preparing myself, I opened my eyes and watched as hers gently fluttered open and stared back at me. We laid together in just a few moments of silence. There were other ways to get to her father, but this seemed to be the most easiest way… Plus, her face and body were just my type…not to mention our outstanding compatibility…I wouldn't mind making her my woman, even if this was just business. If I wanted to use her to get to her father, I'll just have to continue playing around with her. A kind smile spread across my face and as I decided to greet her, the both of us spoke at the same time.
"Good morning." "Who the fuck are you?"
Huh?
My eyes narrowed involuntarily at her stoic face… Perhaps I was the one being toyed with… Looks like I'll have to fix that and put her in her place…
Her eyes twinkled in amusement and her lips parted into a grin as a chuckle escaped those pretty lips that sucked on the tip of my member last night. A melodious giggle bubbled from them as she sat up, combing her long, dark locks back with her fingers. She moved to straddle me, as if she didn't get enough last night, and stared down at me with those lioness eyes of hers. There was a backlit behind her, making her glow like an angel upon the sinful me, but I won't forget just how decadent she really is…in bed…either. "You look absolutely insulted, I-chi-no-mi-ya-saaaaaan~" she sang and I could feel a tickle travel down my cock at the shear sound of her euphonious voice. It's like she was teasing me and she knows exactly what that sweet voice of hers does. It may have been a joke, but indeed, I was insulted. How dare she make me feel emasculated? She leaned over and gave my irritated face a quick peck on my lips before climbing off of me and searching for what little clothes she brought with her inside my room. I sat up and watched her as she pulled on her lace panties and clasped on her garter belt. "Well, I suppose I better get going now," she shimmied into her bustier corset, shaking her small but bubbly ass as her cheeks peaked out from the bottom of her panties and I couldn't help but stare down there as she tightened up her lacing and tied her up her corset. I could remember, watching her as she straddled me with her back towards me, bouncing vigorously, moaning and crying out, almost drowning out the lewd sounds my cock and her pussy made when they collided against each other. She turned to look over at me over her shoulder with those mesmerizing eyes of hers and I could see a smirk playing on her lips. "Thanks for the sex," she said, "you can keep the stockings." What? I glowered, watching her leave the room as if walking away from me was as simple as that. How dare she make me feel inferior to the likes of her!
Last night…she left her dress downstairs and now she's going to retrieve it? Grumbling in annoyance, I rushed after her in my boxers. She may have already pranced around like that last night, but I didn't like the thought of the others laying eyes on MY property. "Hold it right there," I seethed unintentionally, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back roughly, unable to hide the annoyance on my face. "Allow me," a forced smile plastered itself onto my face as I stared down at this indecently covered young woman who only stared back up at me as if dumbfounded before those lovely lips curved slightly. I had to stop her from speaking right away, "to retrieve your gown for you." Her eyes twinkled knowingly….damn!
"Oh?" she seemed impressed, or, atleast, that was her tone of voice…a sarcastic impressed… "I would have never taken you for a gentleman, Mr. Ichinomiya." Her lips pouted as she plucked away my fingers with her dainty ones. "But, you see, I don't need a man to take care of me. Besides, it would be more efficient if I grabbed my dress and put it on as I leave. Goodbye, Mr. Ichinomiya." As she stood up on the tip of her toes, carrying her shoes with her, I could feel her index finger trace upward along my cock, tickling it slightly, as she pressed a small kiss on my cheek. Truly, looks could definitely deceive. I would have never expected that such a proper looking, high class woman with a serious face could be so…lewd. "It was a pleasure, if you know what I mean." She turned away from me one last time before making her way down stairs, her small but round ass swaying side to side with each step she took. My brows knitted together and I almost wanted to growl in irritation and throw a fit across the room.
How dare she!? She! Urgh…she makes me feel so used! For everything! For money, for time, for energy, for sex! How dare she do this to me? How dare she make me feel like a fool! Angrily, I stomped after her, intending to put her back in her place. How dare she make Ichinomiya Eisuke feel inferior to the likes of her!
Fumino's POV
Ignoring the miserable soul on the couch, I strutted past him and bent over to pick up my dress, feeling perverted eyes spying on my derriere. "Do you like what you see?" I asked, bending back upwards and stared down at the man with teasing eyes as I slipped into my gown, fixing it on me, lacing up the grommets at the back of my neck.
"Don't mind me," was all he said before returning to scribbling in the little book he held.
A smile tugged at my lips and I couldn't help but chuckle. "How cold," I stated before shivering playfully, "Brrrr!" If I wasn't in dire need of a shower this morning, I would have stayed longer, just to entice this silent man.
I stood at the elevator door, pressing the button for the door to open. Unless it was broken, which I hardly doubt it, it was taking quite a while to open up. Unless the light was broken or someone was coming up, the door remained still and silent as I stood there, waiting to leave.
"You're not going anywhere without this key." I turned my head towards the voice and watched none other than Ichinomiya Eisuke make his way down the stairway with quite an irritated expression on his face, holding up what seemed to be an elevator key. He began buttoning down his shirt again… That ugly, hideous, lavender colored shirt…I was so sure I destroyed it last night… I crossed my arms and turned away when he made his way towards me, waiting for the gentleman to allow me to leave.
Trigger Warning: Non-consensual
"Be a dear and open the door for me," I slightly commanded only to be surprised when my wrist was pulled out and I was being dragged back towards the stairway. "Wh-what are you doing!?" How dare her force me his way! "Let go of me! Let go!" I yanked and pulled, trying to escape his grasp but he only picked me up and threw me over his shoulder when I refused to cooperate, climbing up the stair case. "Iyaah!" He ungracefully dropped me onto the tile floor of what appeared to be a bathroom and grabbed me by my neck with his large hand, roughly pulling me up before pulling at the lacing, choking me quite a bit as he pulled on the cording. "HEEP, YAK! HAA!" I held my own neck as he pulled me up by the waist, onto my feet, roughly tearing off my champagne colored gown. "Wh-what are you doing?! This is a limited edition Christina Dior! Iyaah!" I yelp and held onto the wall for support as he continued to tear apart the seams of my gown. I whimpered and gasped as he pulled at the cording of my corset, trying to unlace it as quickly as he could, loosening the corset and pulling over my head. "Iyaah!" He pushed me against the wall harshly and slipped his hand in my underwear , playing with my pussy and fiddling with my clitoris while the other hand held my legs open. I moaned out, moving my hips against his hand as he roughly kissed and sucked my skin from behind. "Didn't have enough last night, did you? You're so much rougher and meaner than you were last night. Perhaps, could it be, I'm finally meeting the real Ichinomiya Eisuke? Because the fake one last night was sooo horrendously boring. Ahh!" The asshole bit my shoulder and tore off my panties!
"Are you assuming?" he asked before grabbing a fistful of my hair and tossing me into the bathtub (that was already magically filled with warm water). (A/N: I mean, I could go back and try to edit the time for this in somewhere…but I'm writing on a whim here. If you still see this a/n here, it means I either forgot about this, or I'm too lazy to fix the events that lead up to this.)
I had just barely emerged from the bath on my hands and knees before crying out from the sharp slap on my ass. My hair was pulled back again and rough lips can crashing on my own, hardly leaving me any time to breathe. I could feel his hands holding me and playing with me again, his fingers twisting and thrusting inside me as his lips and tongue trailed along my back. "Even in the bath, I can tell how wet you are, you filthy WHORE!"
"IYA—!" My lips trembled and I couldn't breathe for a moment, not expecting him to forcefully penetrate me that fast and that deeply all at once. I propped my arm over the wall of the tub as my legs shook from the painful sensation, searing into my vaginal walls. We stayed in that position for a small while as I took the time to catch my breath before feeling him slowly, tantalizingly pull out before ramming back in, causing the pretty bath water to wave and spill out of the tub. "Hiaaah…" It's not something I was expecting, but if I got him to finish quickly, perhaps he'd let me leave. All I have to do is move my body to his rhythm and perhaps build it up. And even if he stopped moving on his own, the lazy bastard, the faster he cums, the faster I can leave.
"Heh? You're already moving on your own?" he asked, and though I could not see his face as I rocked back and forth with his length stroking my insides, I knew he was smirking, as if he was the triumphant king, watching as I moved on my own, slapping my ass every once in a while. "How indecent, the daughter of a member from the House of Counsel. What would your father say if he saw you like this? What would the people think?" I only ignored him, breathing and moaning with every stroke I made, grinding against his hips as I listened to the squelches and the ripples of the water. I thought of anything…anything that would turn me on, but in the end, I felt nothing; nothing but pain and numbness in my heart as I continued to roughly move against his hips, breathing and occasionally moaning in order to entice myself to feel good too. "Such a lewd voice… Who would have ever thought, you, the oh so proper daughter of Counselor Mizushima, could be so wild and naughty."
I sighed out in annoyance, stopping my hips. "Do you like to think about other men while fucking women?" I turned my head to look back at him, annoyed at how annoying he is, always talking while fucking. "Otherwise, can you just shut up and fuck?" I watched his dumbfounded face form into a scowl and immediately, I could feel my pussy tickle. Licking my lip, I said, "Just shut up and feel me. IYABLBLBLBLBLBLBL! MRPH!" I must have struck a chord in him because as soon as I made my comment, he shoved my face into the water and continued to fuck me as vigorously as he could in the water. I couldn't breathe, and when I tried, I choked on water through my nose and my mouth, listening to the drowned out sounds of his moans and grunts. I tried to push myself up and out of the water, but his hold on me was too strong as he continued to thrust himself inside me until he shot out his seeds into my empty womb.
In the bright room, I stared into the mirror, checking over my makeup once more as I set in an earring, ignoring the horrific man who sat on my bed and watched as I prepared myself for the evening.
In the end, Mr. Ichinomiya had no intention of letting me leave the penthouse and forced me to practically spend my time in silence among his presence. He had breakfast brought up to his room and we ate in silence. I sat at a window and stared down at the city as he worked in silence. We even had lunch together in silence and every time he tried to make small talk, I only simply stared at him with my eyes and he'd shut his yapping mouth close.
"You didn't want to have sex this morning, didn't you?" he asked as I stood up from the vanity mirror, ready to leave for the I.V.C. party. I held my clutch and threw my fur throw over my shoulder, making my way towards the door.
I was only able to leave the penthouse when he wanted to take me down to the stores in the hotel for a bit of shopping and even then, I didn't want to shop. Every dress he wanted me to try on at Chanol, I tossed them aside and even tore up a few. It only took one store and my silence for him to realize I wasn't happy and that perhaps I should be taken to my room where my belongings are.
"Or are you mad about that dress?" I huffed in amusement as I reached for the door knob with my gloved fingers, opening it only to have him come over and slam it shut. "Why won't you answer me?! I demand an answer!" I turned around and looked up at him and he only stared down at my face, perplexed to what he saw. Confused by his expression, I looked down and touched my face, feeling moisture hit my finger tip through the glove. A tear? "If it's the dress, I'll buy you a new one."
I stared up at him as he tried his very best to figure out what was wrong, but even I wasn't so sure what was at this point. All I knew was that the problem wasn't THAT DAMN DRESS! "Let me go…" I quietly whispered and his eyes widened as if he just realized.
"Why didn't you just tell me to stop?" he asked softly. And when he asked, it was as if I had realized too… I could feel this strange feeling in the left side of my chest trembling painfully and my eyes began to feel hot. What he was referring to…was it… "If you didn't want to have sex, you could have told me to stop."
Breathing in silently, I braved myself to look up at him again, "Even if I told you to stop, it would have been pointless…" ! I covered my lips with my fingers and shot my eyes down. My breath wavered as though I would start sobbing. How embarrassing… I could feel moisture in my eyes and I shook my head and blinked them away, not allowing myself to cry, pressing my fingers against my lower eye lid gently as to not ruin my makeup. I'm not crying…I'm not hurt. I looked back up at Mr. Ichinomiya who only stared down at me with knitted brows and smiled at him, laughing it off, "I mean…maybe that's what I really wanted… Such an animal, Mr. Ichinomiya, you're not getting any younger, you should take better care of yourself." His expression remained the same, he didn't believe me…but I didn't believe myself either. "Maybe, after the party…" I reached and placed a palm on his chest, keeping my eyes lowered before staring up at him, "…we can spend another night together…again…" I eyed his collar and fixed it with my fingers. "This time though, we'll take it slow."
His hand grasped mine and he slightly tugged at it, asking for my attention, making me look back up at that horrible face of his as he keep his eyes narrowed at mines, as if looking for something in my soul. He's bound to be disappointed though…because there's nothing there but an empty, dark void. No matter how many times you try to light a candle in them, no matter how loudly you call, my dark void will swallow everything as though they had never existed.
Not once in our silence did we break eye contact, not even when he leaned in close to me, breathing against my lips for a moment, thinking whatever it could be in his head, before pressing his lips against mine, sweetly and tenderly. I watched his face as he kissed me. With his eyes closed, he looked like such a young, little, and innocent boy. But I know…
I know exactly what this is…
I know that this is just a simple game he's playing. He's toying with me. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him. The only problem is that, really, just like my soul, my heart is also entirely void of feelings. I'll never fall in love with such a despicable man…but allow me to experience this moment of pleasure, if just for a small while…closing my eyes to savor the taste of his poisonous lips and to feel the sensations that ran through my body…wrapping my arms around his neck, just to hold him closer to me, to feel his warmth surround my cold body…to tremble to the traces of his rough fingers as they brushed across my skin. Just allow me the pleasure of the caresses of his warm lips…
…because, when he's dead, they'll be cold and blue…
"As always, Mr. Ichinomiya, your I.V.C. parties are always a spectacular event."
With Mr. Ichinomiya's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body, I stood in silence as he conversed with, yet another, famous celebrity that had the pleasure of spending their time at this utterly boring socialite's party. "Not at all," Eisuke smiled humbly, slightly bowing his head, "It is a delight to have your presence among us."
"And who is this lovely, young lady here? Another guest of yours?" he asked, "Why, Mr. Ichinomiya, every time I see you, the ladies in your arm become more and more beautiful. I can't help but feel…this young woman is very familiar though…"
Eisuke smiled kindly down at me before returning his gaze to the man he was conversing with, introducing me, yet again, "This is Counselor Mizushima's beautiful daughter, Fumino."
I smiled kindly, bowing my head, "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Fukushima."
"Ah! So that's why you look so familiar!" he exclaimed gleefully, "My, what a beautiful woman you've come to be. I used to visit your father all the time. Back when you were still a small child, your father would always ask you to play the piano when you had guests."
"Eh, sou?" I giggled sheepishly and bowed my head once more, "Forgive me for being unable to recognize you, it's been so long."
"No worries, don't worry," he waved his hand, "As you stated, it's been a very long time. Fumi-chan has grown up to be just as beautiful as her mother."
I smiled happily and bowed to him properly, "Thank you, Mr. Fukushima." Not! Ugh…it was getting so tiring to socialize with all of these noisy peasants… If only there was something more pleasing to the ears compared to the excited chatter that filled the room… That's right…there was no music.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt, Mr. Ichinomiya, but the singer Hamazaki Azumi is refusing to perform until you speak to her." A steward had came over and leant over Mr. Ichinomiya's shoulder, whispering in his ear quietly, but loud enough for me to hear as well. Hamazaki Azumi? Refusing to sing? I've never heard of such a thing.
Eisuke smiled politely to Mr. Fukushima and apologized, "Forgive me, Mr. Fukushima, but there is a conflict I'll have to see to." I never thought Eisuke would be the type to bow out of politeness. I bowed as well and we've said our goodbyes to Mr. Fukushima before Eisuke dragged me over to the stage where a very angry and annoyed Azumi stood with a frown on her face.
She glared at Eisuke and when her eyes met mines, they narrowed even more. A bitter smirk slightly stretched upon my face but I managed a pleasant smile. "What is she doing in your arms?"
Brushing some strands of hair out of my face, I leaned my head over to left, greeting her with soft sarcasm, "It's been so long, Azumi-chi, you look like you've been doing well."
Annoyed with me, Azumi glared at Mr. Ichinomiya and threw a fit, "I agreed to perform tonight, but I never agreed to allowing you to see other women. Especially this filthy slut!"
"Are you slut shaming me?" I asked cooly, "Because by the way you're acting, it seems as though you really need some dick in your life." Because we were isolated in a corner, with Mr. Ichinomiya supposedly dealing with her, sadly no one was able to hear my indecent retort. "Or, could it be, you already have one tightly wrapped up underneath your dress?"
Azumi's eyes widened and she fumed at me, raising a hand and swinging it my way before Mr. Ichinomiya caught it with ease. "Who are you to decide whether or not I see other women?" He tossed aside her hand and pulled out a towel, wiping his hand. "Now I have left over filth on my hands, thanks to you." The face he gave Azumi was quite intimidating, so fearsome that she even took a step back. How amusing… "If you won't perform, I'll just have to find someone else. I don't need trash like you. You don't make the rules, I do. This is the golden rule. The one with the gold makes the rules. Now get out of my sight."
I watched as Azumi's eyes began to water and her face began to distort as she began sobbing, quietly at first before becoming louder and louder, grabbing the attention of the rest of the guests before she stormed off, throwing a tantrum. Mr. Ichinomiya and I watched as she shoved around waiters and waitress carrying trays of food and beverages and she even before shoving the fruits and baked goods off of the buffet tables.
Sighing out of annoyance, Mr. Ichinomiya pulled out what seemed like a walkie talkie and held it up to his lips. "Kanzaki, send security. Please escort the disturbance out of the I.V.C." He didn't even wait for a response before slipping the talkie back into his pocket and I watched some men in black put themselves into their work, making their way to the 'disturbance' who even struggled against them when they picked up her kicking body.
Sighing out in exasperation, I pushed away Mr. Ichinomiya's arm and climbed up onto the stage, sitting down at the piano, making sure the microphone was on. It's been a long while since I've done this, but… "Aware haru kaze ni…" I sang into the microphone, suddenly pulling away all of the guests' attention from the spoiled brat who through a fit. In fact, I even stopped her from fighting back as well. Everyone turned my way, just to see who would dare to sing and interrupt such an unsightly scene. "Nageku uguisu yo…" I pressed into the piano, playing the keys of a very familiar tune. "Tsuki ni setsuna kumo niou ye lai xiang, kono kaori yo…" I watched as the security men dragged away the pitiful and tearful Azumi out of the room and turned my eyes to Mr. Ichinomiya who only watched in silence. "Nagaki ou no namida, utau uguisu yo. Koi no yume kiete nokoru ye lai xiang, kono ye lai xiang." Silence filled the room as if everyone were at a concert and it almost felt strange to me…just as it had back then, like Mr. Fukushima said, when I was still a small child performing for my father's guests. "Ye lai xiang, shiroi hana. Ye lai xiang, koi no hana. Aaaah, mune itaku, uta kanashi… Aware haru kaze ni, nageku uguisu yo. Tsuki nu omoide no hana ha ye lai xiang, koi no ye lai xiang." And though the guests in the room applauded, I continued playing the piano, because this next part here was where I wanted to impress them most. Smoothly looping back to the beginning of the song, I began singing again. "Na nan feng chui lai qing liang, na ye ying ti sheng qi chuang. Yue xia de hua er dour u men, zhi you na ye lai xiang, tu lu zhe fen fang. Wo ai zhe ye se mang mang, ye ai zhe ye ying ge chang. Geng ai na hua yi ban de meng, yong bao zhe ye lai xiang, wen zhe ye lai xiang." Even though I smiled knowingly at Mr. Ichinomiya unexpectedly kind smile, I could feel another pair stair my way in awe. I scanned across the room of eyes captivated by my presence and smiled knowingly at the oh so cold man I met this morning, who only stared at me with his arms crossed in front of him and his hair combed back. "Ye lai xiang, wo we ni ge chang. Ye lai xiang, wo we ni si liang. Aaaah, wo we ni ge chang, wo we ni si liang." I almost wanted to huff in amusement when he turned his back towards me and walked away, turning my eyes back to the suspecting Mr. Ichinomiya who only looked to where I was staring at before frowning over at me as I continued to sing, as if beckoning to the retreating man who would dare to leave during my performance. "Na nan feng chui lai qing liang, na ye ying ti sheng qi chuang. Yue xia de hua er dou ru meng, zhi you na ye lai xiang tu lu zhe fen fang. Wo ai zhe ye mang mang, ye ai zhe ye ying ge chang. Geng ai na hua yi ban de meng, yong bao zhe ye lai xiang, wen zhe ye lai xiang. Ye lai xiang, wo we ni ge chang. Ye lai xiang, wo wei ni si liang. Aaaah, wo wei ni ge chang, wo wei ni si liang. Ye lai xiang, ye lai xiang, ye lai xiang!" As I played the piano to the end, I smiled kindly at the arousing applause, standing up in order to bow and walk off the stage a replacement performers made their way up to play in place of Azumi. I returned to my place beside Mr. Ichinomiya as my father came to compliment me and sell me to Mr. Ichinomiya, even though Mr. Ichinomiya knew better than to make purchase me.
"Would you care to dance with me?" he asked, surprising both my father and me. Silently, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lead me away from my father as we assumed the position and swayed to the song. He leaned close to me, whispering in my ear, "Just who were you staring at that you dared to take your eyes off me?"
I chuckled, turning in his arms, moving along with him. "Mr. Ichinomiya, I would have never taken you to be quite a dancer," I murmured, ignoring his question.
"I would prefer it if you were to call me 'Eisuke'," he grumbled, swaying with me once more, "Now answer the damn question."
"Why?" I asked, "You want me to call you 'Eisuke' like all the other women you've slept with? How mean, I thought I could be special and different."
"Don't play coy with me. Are you toying with me and looking at other men?"
I giggled mellifluously and stared up at him, "I think you're the one who's still trying to play with me, but otherwise, who are you to decide whether or not I see other men?"
"Are you mocking me?" he asked, growling ferociously. Hmm…I like that…very much. "I'm Ichinomiya Eisuke, and when I decide that something belongs to me," he yanked me into his chest, holding me close, "you are mine," he seethed, making me smile suggestively.
"You could say that I like a man who takes what is his." In our pose, I held onto his arm for support before turning my eyes to the flash of a camera. "With exceptions of course."
Holding me tight in our final hour.
A/N: Good evening! It is definitely that time of the month and if you weren't prepared for that morning scene, please forgive me but because this series is rated M, you have been warned from even before you clicked on this chapter. Thank you for reading Billion Dollar Man. I am still using Lana Del Rey's "Million Dollar Man" as my main inspiration for this story and I must give credit to singers Teresa Teng, Zhang Yan, and Niizuma Seiko and whoever it was that wrote the song "Ye Lai Xiang"/"Evening Primrose". It is a beautiful song and I think of it often and have finally found out what it's called just recently. I usually hear this song in Chinese/Hong Kong films that are set around the 1920's in Shanghai Bund where you see the flapper like ladies singing in cheongsam/qipao dresses and cute and pretty bobs. "Ye Lai Xiang" is the song I had Fumino sing in both Japanese and Chinese.
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a good night and a wonderful winter holiday.
See you next month, maybe.