[Gintama Sex Transfer] Investigation on the Employment Direction of Panasonic Private School

"Huh? Qingcheng Lily of the Valley?"

Yinshi, who came to Yoshiwara to pick up people as usual, didn't see the person he wanted to see today. He heard from Rilun that the person seemed to have gone to the neighborhood to meet a friend who had a relationship with him last time. After knowing that the other party is also a woman, I feel relieved.

Between lovers, he will definitely respect the private space that should be there... The silver-haired man with all kinds of strange ideas in his mind is sitting in the tea house, drinking and chatting with Rilun, while standing next to him The leader of Baihua suddenly asked such a thoughtless question.

"Have you heard of another oiran of Yoshihara, Qingcheng Suzuran."

As a matter of course, Yin Shi gave such a reaction.

Listening to Yueyong's serious expression describing the costume of the oiran named Lily of the Valley at the peak of her fame, Gintoki shook her hand in a lack of energy.

"According to what you said, isn't it long since passed away? By the way, how long will it take for Songyang to come back? It's almost time for dinner."

Realizing that Yinshi didn't seem to have much interest in that Qingcheng Suzuran, Rilun blinked his eyes remembering the old man's entrustment to him.

"If you're in a hurry, we'll take you to Miss Songyang. It just so happens that there are people there who want to see you."

"See me?" Yin Shi was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed slightly.

"Yin-sang is not someone who will meet anyone casually, so who is it?"

"Is this..." The beautiful woman with the reputation of an oiran smiled slightly.

"Of course it's that one, the legendary oiran, Qingcheng Suzuran, she, but she wants to meet by name, Yinsang, the hero who saved Yoshihara."

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It was a beautifully decorated room.

The silver-haired man felt a little uncomfortable in it.

Of course he won't be sorry for Songyang, but, according to Rilun, shouldn't Songyang be here too...

He took a small look around, but didn't find the figure of the light-haired woman in his heart.

"Hey, didn't you say that Songyang is also here? The friend you mentioned who had a relationship once could be that Suzuran."

"You guys are really noisy enough, just wait obediently." Yue Yong asked a series of questions from Yu Yinshi, who had a headache, and responded with a few words in a not-so-friendly tone.And Rilun just pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't answer.

What are you doing...the scene is quite big...

Yinshi raised his eyebrows curiously, and simply fell down on the tatami, waiting boredly for the arrival of the oiran.

After a few seconds, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the depths of the silent corridor.

"Hey, is Lily of the Valley here?" Rilun glanced over there in surprise.Yinshi drooped his eyelids, and also got up from the tatami.

The crisp sound of clogs is played on the wooden floor one by one, and the blurred outlines are from far to near.

When that figure finally appeared clearly in everyone's sight from the dark corridor, the silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes wide and almost fell off the tatami.

wait...then, that's...

A head of light-colored long hair was pulled into a carefully treated bun, her face was slightly powdered, her lips were gorgeous, her face was even more charming in a light pink furisode kimono, and her chest was faintly exposed at the neckline Fair skin and well-shaped collarbone, the light blue girdle embellished in it will not be obtrusive at all, and the slits that are neither high nor low can reveal a bit of the slender thighs and shiny white skin as you walk.

Yinshi's brain exploded with a bang, and his eyes were almost blinded by the light behind him.

Hey, I'm dreaming, right? Qingcheng Linglan looks exactly the same as Songyang or something, who came up with this setting? It's too foul!

He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he felt something hit him hard in the face, which made his eyes go black, and he fell face up on the tatami.

"Miss Suzuran? Are you okay?"

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand towards him, with the familiar light in her eyes, but she didn't look at him.

"...Song...Songyang?"

It took several seconds for him to regain consciousness, realizing that it was indeed Songyang's voice and face.

Why?So lily of the valley is...

Yinshi's eyes moved to his chest involuntarily, and the old lady who was lying on the door panel that hit her body, holding the oiran clapper with a salt water bag, raised her head tremblingly and looked over.

"Sorry, sorry..."

With Songyang's support, she stood up, with her eyelids drooping, she greeted Yinshi with some difficulty.

"I, I'm... Huh? Who am I?"

Song Yang helped Ling Lan to the low table and sat down. Turning around, he saw Yin Shi was still sprawling on the ground silently bleeding from his nose, he walked over helplessly and picked up Yin Shi, and placed him next to Ling Lan to sit down.

"Then let me introduce you. This one is Yoshihara's previous oiran, Ms. Qingcheng Suzuran."

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"So why are you here, Songyang..."

After confirming again and again that the trembling old woman was indeed the legendary oiran, Yin Shi suddenly felt a little pain in the head, and a row of black lines hung from her forehead. She turned her eyes to Songyang and caught a glimpse of a leak from the neckline. A piece of skin, nosebleeds flowed out unconsciously.

I've seen it everywhere, but, but, if I can do something while the teacher is wearing this outfit...

Lily Lan, who was a little slurred, was calling for Yueyong and Rilun to prepare a banquet, while Songyang took care of her movements while answering Gintoki's question indifferently.

"Well, it's a long story..."

Ms. Jingi, who helped her in Yoshiwara, happened to be an acquaintance of Hirin, and seemed to have a good relationship with Suzuran, and she often went back to see Suzuran.

It just so happened that Linglan wanted to meet her and Yinshi, and when Jing Yi came to the teahouse, she brought Songyang along. Songyang had a few conversations with the other party. Somehow, she became interested in the woman who used to be an oiran, and wanted to dress up for Songyang. After a while, Songyang let the old man with unsteady hands and feet torment him, and finally dressed her up with Jing Yi's help.

"Drink, drink, come, little brother... Hey, who are you here?"

Ling Lan excitedly picked up the jug and wanted to take a sip of wine, Songyang immediately wanted to snatch it away, but the other party gave him a sip of wine with a sudden and quick movement, and choked, the wine was strong, and before her eyes Immediately, she felt a little dizzy, and Lily Lan, who didn't hold the flagon firmly, accidentally smashed the flagon on her body.

What happened next was indeed a bit confusing.

Yin Shiban hugged Song Yang, who was always drunk and still a little dizzy at the moment, and looked at the old woman who was lying on the bed with medical equipment and had a painful expression.

Hey, what is this called...

When Suzuran whose expression gradually became serene stretched out her hand to him, Gintoki froze slightly.

That hand stretched out tremblingly but persistently, grabbed Yinshi's hand, and wrapped a strand of hair around his little finger. In Ling Lan's eyes, he seemed to have become another person, the one who had settled down with her. agreed person.

"I will, keep waiting...waiting for the moon to rise...waiting for you."

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"Miss Songyang, are you okay?"

The light-haired woman in a fancy dress leaned weakly in the arms of the silver-haired man, her complexion turned slightly rosy.

"It's okay, it's Ms. Linglan..." She didn't live long...she didn't say those words.

"Well, thank you all... I was able to witness the last time of the oiran..."

The wind at night was a bit chilly, Songyang pulled up the collar to cover the skin that was blown by the wind, the silver-haired man who was holding her lifted up inadvertently, and protected her whole body in his arms, turning around Standing up, he just stood perfectly against the wind.

Song Yang was startled, and smiled slightly at him.Yinshi's eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly with an awkward taste.

"That's great..." Rilun looked at the scene of them cuddling by the balcony, his eyes were a little melancholy.

The person in the room probably won't be able to wait for the person who once made a promise with her in the moonlight...

"Huh?" Yue Yong was in a daze for a moment, looking at the sun wheel.Rilun lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was as calm as water in the silence of the room.

"Do you know the meaning of that hair?"

"?" Yin Shi was stunned for a moment, and put his hand on the little finger that was wrapped in hair.Songyang also blinked, looking at Yinshi's finger.

"Miss Suzuran, who do you think Gintoki is?"

"Ah, it seems so... This hair is called a token of love. In the past, the wandering girls and guests in Yoshiwara used this method to swear their love to each other."

"Swear an oath?"

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the silver-haired man, and he quietly held the hand of the light-haired woman beside him. With the other hand, he pretended to inadvertently pluck out one of his silver curly hairs, and slowly wrapped it around her finger.

Songyang was slightly startled, and frowned, but he didn't move his hand away.

Rilun's beautiful eyes were a little dazed, and the scene in front of him seemed to have unknowingly changed into a scene that existed in legends many years ago.

"That's the only thing she ever told me about the past."

That's not really a surprising story.

I made a promise with one person to leave Yoshiwara together.

"Perhaps, she just wants to sleep forever in this moonlight, in this beautiful dream."

The author has something to say:

The plot of Allurement will be changed a bit. . .And I don't have many manuscripts left. The above chapter is not easy to write. . .