Spring of Promise

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I've long forgotten when it happened, but my mother-in-law and I made a promise that we would go abroad to see the snow every Lunar New Year. This year, as always, we planned to visit our favorite place, Hokkaido, Japan. What's even more exciting is that after so many self-drive car trips in Japan, this is the first time I'll be driving in the frozen landscape of Hokkaido. I'm excited but also a little apprehensive. On one hand, driving in a silvery-white world has always been my dream, but on the other hand, I'm worried about the safety of driving in the snow. Despite the unexpected dangers, embracing the adventurous spirit that travel always requires, my wife and I once again traveled to Hokkaido.

Lately, on every trip, she always asks if there are any birdwatching activities. In a country that isn't our own, seeing exotic birds seems to require both ability and a bit of luck. But unexpected connections always happen during social gatherings, and surprisingly, we actually managed to meet up with friends in Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, quite smoothly, as planned. Our first encounter, this "Northern Country Spring," began through an online friend with whom we hadn't chatted much. He introduced us to another friend from Tokyo, and through him, we met "Big Teacher" living in Sapporo. Although the two couples spent less than a day together, it was truly eye-opening and worthwhile.

After exchanging numerous Japanese and Japanese emails, my feelings this time were the same as when we first met our friends for the first time—excitement and nervousness. Through several email exchanges, we learned that we were about to... The couple we were going to meet were someone we could "gently train," a very friendly and experienced couple. Aside from that, we knew nothing about their age, appearance, or any other details. We recklessly went to this "bird-watching" activity in the far north, no wonder my mother-in-law was a bit hysterical the whole way, and I, too, was both excited and afraid of getting hurt.

After about four hours, the plane landed at Chitose Airport in Hokkaido. The air was cool and refreshing again, a familiar and nostalgic scent. At this moment… Our playful mode was on full blast; even the vending machines at the airport were our targets. In Japan's winter, hot canned coffee and tea from vending machines were always something we bought as soon as we got off the plane. Any warmth in the cold winter is truly "happiness"!

Since we were already members of a Nissan rental car company, we had booked the car in Taiwan in advance and picked it up smoothly as planned. This was our first time... This time, driving in the snow, my mother-in-law specifically instructed that we needed a larger car for stability. Once again, I sat in a right-hand drive Japanese car. Luckily, having traveled to and from Japan many times over the years, I quickly switched from the left-hand drive, right-hand traffic system of Taiwan to the right-hand drive, left-hand traffic system of Japan. My

last trip to Hokkaido was two years ago, a groundbreaking adventure. I hadn't forgotten our little promise from last time: after renting the car, we'd immediately go to "Yamaoka-ya" ramen next to the rental area to satisfy our cravings before... As promised, I called my Japanese friend in Tokyo again and got the phone number of "Master" in Sapporo. Just as the email had described, she and her husband were already waiting for us at a famous hotel in Sapporo for dinner. At this point, not only was my mother-in-law's anxiety palpable, but I myself started imagining what would happen at the hotel. Their enthusiasm was truly overwhelming; they had even booked our room! This really made me feel... It's hard not to have wild thoughts!

We only contacted each other for the first time two hours before meeting the couple in Sapporo. Knowing almost nothing about their plans, we went to the J Hotel in downtown Sapporo as agreed. The heavy snow slowed down traffic, but we were both nervous and excited. Nervous because it was our first time driving in icy conditions and meeting our Japanese friends for the first time; excited because we were finally experiencing what we'd always wanted to do – driving on roads covered in thick snow and... Driving through a snow-covered city, and surprisingly, we ended up having a romantic getaway with some Japanese people (Taipei Erotic Network 757h). Who would have thought that a simple trip to the north could include such a fun twist?

On the way to Sapporo, after a few phone calls to confirm, my mother-in-law became even more nervous when she heard we'd be going to a hot spring together. Could it be that she was thinking of all four of us soaking in the hot spring together? That's not so scary! My guess is that big hotel hot springs probably don't have mixed bathing; it'll be separate for men and women. I even advised my mother-in-law... You've been to hot springs in Japan before, so why are you so nervous...? She actually associated it with some perverted content from Japanese adult films involving BDSM. Is she trying it out, or is she scared? Actually, ever since I started this date with my mother-in-law, I've never understood what she's thinking. Every time she says no, she keeps asking if I have any "bird watching" activities.

After continuous phone confirmations, we arrived at the J Hotel. Judging by the size of this hotel, this night must cost a lot of money. Even if it's just to treat yourself a little better, you can stay here for one night. If there's anything interesting going on, it can proceed smoothly. My mother-in-law kept asking how we were going to play this time, what would happen here, what would happen there. It seems she was more worried than expectant. And as far as I know—no, I should say I know almost nothing! I only know that the rooms have been reserved, and they arrived much earlier than expected, waiting for us at the hotel. We're going to go to the hot springs and have dinner together. That's all I know. This couple, from the first time they met... Up until now, there's been no instant messaging, no email, and I only learned of their phone number two hours ago. We've only talked for two or three minutes at most. And so, we arranged to meet at a famous hotel. There, I met a very kind and wealthy man and woman. The

man looked like a businessman, while the woman appeared to be a typical Japanese woman, speaking softly. Both made a very good impression, but at this point, I started to worry because I hadn't expected them to be much older than we had imagined. They seemed to be between 50 and 60 years old, which I had somewhat guessed. My friend in Tokyo kept calling them "Master Teachers," so they must have been practicing their matchmaking skills for several years. The younger ones should all be around this age. I thought my mother-in-law would be a little concerned, but her thoughts and actions often surprised and delighted me. I decided to let things take their course. Isn't that how matchmaking has always been?!

After checking into the hotel room, we agreed to go for a soak in the hot spring before dinner, even though the room was just a… It was just a typical large hotel. To soak in the hot spring, we changed into Japanese yukatas. My wife was still unusually nervous. To be honest, this hotel was quite luxurious; it even had a large public bath with a natural hot spring in the city center. My husband and I went into the men's bath, while my wife and her husband went into the women's bath. Since we were going to Japan, we figured we'd all be taking baths naked as a regular occurrence. It was easy for my husband and me to start exploring Japanese bathhouse culture and discussing business. Everything started in the public bathhouse, but as the conversation unfolded, I felt a bit pressured to learn that Fu Gong's Japanese wasn't quite standard. It seemed my once-confident Japanese skills had dwindled to less than 50%. Luckily, I had studied many books and magazines about Japanese "customs" and was able to grasp many key words. As I listened, my eyes lit up; words I'd only ever seen in magazines and comics were now being spoken by heart. Their appearance felt like attending a super-restricted Japanese language class, covering topics like "training, bondage, tying up, piercing, S&M," and more. They even mentioned that the wealthy woman was a rare "naturally naive" (in Taiwan, she's known as a "born white tiger," which piqued my curiosity. It made me realize they were into extreme things. I was really looking forward to what would happen tonight, but my biggest worry was that the woman's tension was probably at its peak.

The older woman didn't speak any Japanese, and the rich woman only spoke Japanese! Wow! They didn't even have a chance to communicate using English words. It seemed they could only rely on the most primitive gestures and body language! How these two women were going to build a friendship in the large public bath was both intriguing and worrying to me. After we met up, I asked the older woman, and it turned out the rich woman had been looking at her with a very affectionate expression the whole time, as if the rich woman quite liked her. It was the first time I'd heard a woman say that... You can even communicate with girls using eye contact? That's impressive!

For dinner, they led us directly downstairs to what looked like a high-end hotel restaurant. People who travel independently wouldn't go there, as it would definitely be a huge drain on their wallets. Since we could tell they were treating us, we accepted with a mix of unease and delight. My mother-in-law was still worried that we were falling into a trap, her guard never letting down. Thankfully, we later learned that her worries were actually unfounded. From entering the hotel to bathing in the hot spring and then to the restaurant, I kept noticing that Mr. Fu seemed to know all the hotel staff very well. He greeted everyone

—the hotel receptionist, the hot spring attendant, the restaurant servers—as if they were old acquaintances. This actually reassured me; they couldn't possibly be bad people. During our subsequent conversation over dinner, I learned that Mr. Fu was in the seafood business, and his company sold its products to this hotel. His union also held meetings and gatherings there.

Besides their lifestyle habits, the conversation also turned to... After a few rounds of drinks, a lively discussion ensued about the history between Taiwan and Japan. However, the topic that truly captivated me was how the wealthy woman made her own special rope. Apparently, crafting a rope suitable for recreational use takes about two weeks, involving processes such as spinning, segmenting, dyeing, drying, re-dyeing, re-drying, washing, polishing, and sewing. Different colors are even used to match the clothing. It sounds like a real art, not just any ordinary hemp rope. And all of this was entirely researched and executed by the wealthy woman herself. The development is complete! But throughout the dinner conversation, the couple frequently used a thick Tohoku accent in Japanese, combined with a typical middle-aged tone. At this point, my Japanese proficiency had dwindled to about 20%, which was quite disheartening. My mother-in-law, on the other hand, seemed completely lost, occasionally revealing a surprised expression when I translated.

Because of their hospitable hospitality, they ordered many expensive dishes, but since we had each finished a large bowl of ramen two hours earlier, there was a lot of food left over, much of which looked expensive. There were only two large plates of sushi left, so we had to take them with us. Then they warmly invited us to go to their room first to see their "furniture," and then to see the interesting motel mentioned in the email the next day, as well as the very interesting private rooms. At this time, we didn't expect that after we arrived at their room, a plot that immediately caught our eye would unfold...

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After entering the room of the rich man and woman, the rich man immediately took out a bag full of red ropes. It seems that they were really prepared. Come on, for us "who came to us of their own accord," they're serious! They even brought out this huge bag, with about 20 ropes, each 7 meters long. While we were looking at them, they started their rope-tying workshop. We were scrutinizing it, wondering how it was supposed to work. We were still figuring it out, not even sure if we should agree to go to that "very interesting motel" tomorrow. Still marveling and hesitating, the rich man suggested we try tying them up first before deciding whether to play tomorrow. The rich woman, still with that kind smile, looked at us... We

initially thought the rich man would be the one to do the binding, and my mother-in-law and I were worried about whether to agree. However, after the meal, we learned that the rich woman was responsible for all the preparation of the tools and the execution of the techniques. Hearing this reassured us a lot, because the rich woman gave the impression of being a kind and approachable typical Japanese woman, and it was hard to associate her with words like "piercing, binding, and discipline."

"Want to try it out first?"...

As soon as these words were spoken, I actually already had a feeling... Half-stunned, my mother-in-law had been worried sick all day. If she was really kidnapped, wouldn't she be completely at their mercy?! She shouldn't have agreed, but after tentatively asking, surprisingly, she put on that innocent, naive expression and readily agreed. Suddenly, the plot took a dramatic turn! Good heavens, I really don't understand my mother-in-law! How could she be so "easygoing" right now? It seems the rich woman's gentle demeanor is truly endearing, and the emotional connection we built at the bathhouse and the chat over the meal have really put her at ease. Before

long, the old woman had automatically removed her yukata, and the wealthy woman, holding her specially made "furniture," began her "artistic creation." The whole process was delicate and beautiful, slow and unhurried. The wealthy woman seemed to be "weaving" a fine work of art, wrapping the rope around the old woman's body, starting with her hands tied behind her back, then around her chest, then her waist, and finally her entire upper body. Just looking at the wealthy woman's serious expression was very satisfying. At this moment, I finally understood why my Japanese friends called them "old ladies." "Master!" A master's touch revealed years of accumulated skill. The wealthy woman wound, knotted, and connected ropes one after another, until her upper body was covered in geometric patterns of bright red ropes. Combined with her well-maintained figure, this binding made her already prominent breasts appear even more ready to burst forth. My little brother was almost breathless, desperately wanting to emerge from his bathrobe for some fresh air.

The upper body was already complete, and the wealthy woman showed no sign of stopping. Such painstaking artistic creation... That's fine, let's save the best for tomorrow. But then the rich man said that once his wife starts her creative process, she has to finish it until she's satisfied. The husband, watching from the side, was naturally pleased, except for his little brother who was very uncomfortable and wanted to stretch. Next up was a full-body creation, so how could he not be eager to see it? Fortunately, the wife didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, the rich man and wife kept praising it, making the wife feel embarrassed.

The last thing she completed was the asymmetrical beauty of her entire upper body and left lower limb. After finishing the creation, she thought that after admiring it like this, it would be time to... Was the rope removed? What shocked me even more was that after the rich woman gestured for me to sit down, she immediately began kissing my face, breasts, and entire body, even displaying her skillful hands. The plot twist was truly unexpected; a spectacular caressing scene was unfolding right in front of us two gentlemen. The rich man seemed to have seen it many times before, while for me, this sudden lesbian BDSM show, completely unedited and live, was an unexpected spectacle that almost made me gasp in anger. It was so arousing! It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it this way. Halfway through, even the rich man couldn't take it anymore and suddenly rushed forward, tearing half of the rich woman's clothes off. But she deliberately teased everyone, saying she wouldn't show them yet… Wow…! This actually had an even more flirtatious effect. Outside, Sapporo was blanketed in snow, but inside the room, it was springtime, warm and blooming! Although spring in Hokkaido wouldn't arrive for another month or so, we had already experienced the "spring of the North" in this cold winter.

The rich woman was worried that her hands, which had been tied up for a while, might be uncomfortable. The servant immediately began to loosen the bonds. The old woman said her technique was very good. Although it seemed like she had been "abused," judging from the old woman's reaction, this gentle training actually brought her to orgasm several times. At this point, the rich woman indicated that after loosening the bonds, they could relax on the bed. She whispered to the old woman for a while. He thought that would be enough for the old woman to recover before returning to her room. Unexpectedly, the rich woman also came to check if there was anything wrong. But then she kissed him again, and even started a more forceful French kiss. The rich man, unable to bear watching, then... The rich woman's clothes were ripped off, and she gestured for me to admire the natural wonder of her "naturally blank skin," as well as her masterpiece of "three-point piercing." Suddenly, the rich man also kissed the woman's clitoris passionately, saying how delicious it tasted. This dialogue and plot seemed familiar, like something I'd seen in some movies. Unexpectedly, this was a battle of informants, but not a 2-on-2, but a 3-on-1 melee. It seemed this was the first time the woman had been attacked from all sides simultaneously; judging from her reaction, she must have reached an indescribable level of pleasure!

Suddenly, the old woman screamed and shouted "nogood!" The plot paused briefly. Initially, it seemed she might be suddenly attacked, but upon inquiry, it turned out that was indeed the case; however, it wasn't the front door, but the back door where Fu Gong's Shadowless Finger had ambushed her. Given the varying levels of development between the different groups, they must have been testing the waters little by little. It was then realized that there seemed to be a large "territory" beyond what the old woman could be explored.

Shortly afterward, Fu Gong suddenly charged... I went out to make a phone call, and soon after, the rich woman rushed out too. I thought something had happened, but it turned out the rich man was too high and wanted to order more drinks to liven things up. The rich woman had stopped him because she saw he'd already had quite a bit. When the waiter brought the drinks, the rich man casually grabbed a bathrobe and went to answer the door. The three of us, who had been having a great time, suddenly became very quiet. Luckily, there was a door in the middle of the room so we couldn't see inside. But ridiculously, just as we were waiting for the rich man to bring the drinks in, he started chatting with the waiter. He seemed genuinely... The three of them, naked and laughing, were quite drunk.

The rich man was perhaps too intoxicated; his younger brother, who hadn't woken up and was causing trouble, relied solely on his hands and mouth. Of course, aside from briefly groping the rich woman's body, the brother, though overwhelmed, didn't do anything inappropriate. After several rounds of chaotic activity, things finally calmed down. The rich woman immediately retreated outside the room after the rich man brought in more wine. Later, the rich man actually came back in and said, "Young man, my wife seems unhappy about my drinking. Come and help me out!" Haha! It turns out the rich man is still quite afraid of the rich woman! These two... The couple, nearing their "reunion" (a traditional Chinese way of celebrating the Lunar New Year), are truly adorable! Although the wealthy woman said we could continue playing in their room, she was still a little embarrassed to let others witness it. So, let's end today's program with the rich couple here. The rest will be performed by myself after my wife and I return to our room.

While the wealthy woman may no longer be as young as Sakura, she still has the fair skin of Sakura's grandmother. If it weren't for her extensive reading of classical texts and supposedly high level of education, which made her a bit too shackled, she might have almost... during the four-person battle just now. He put morality aside and rode up! After the enthusiasm in their room subsided, it was the rich man who started talking in Japanese (Taipei Erotic Network 757h) that I could hardly understand. What I could clearly understand was that my mother-in-law was the one with the best figure among the many couples they had been together. , gave them a very high-quality feeling, although I knew these were polite words, but after several cups of yellow soup, the same words of praise were repeated from beginning to end, as if I was listening to Japanese (Taipei Erotic Network 757h) listening practice tape for native language learning, plus a rich woman who didn’t drink. He praised us many times, which made us both very happy.

Before saying goodbye and returning to our room, the rich man even gave us a box of very expensive local specialties. It turned out that the waiter had just brought them up together. The rich man, who was already very enthusiastic, became so enthusiastic under the influence of alcohol that it was almost suffocating. And my little brother, who was really about to suffocate, was naturally given CPR by my mother-in-law after we returned to our room! As for what they had just talked about in their room, the "very interesting" motel they were going to tomorrow, my mother-in-law and I were both looking forward to it and afraid of getting hurt

. The events that unfolded yesterday

were already eye-opening. As for whether there will be any more unexpected developments today, my mother-in-law is still a bit hysterical today, and seems very nervous about everything. The first thing she wants to do is to check out as soon as possible. Based on yesterday's experience, since they booked the room and the restaurant, it seems that my husband and his family might even pay for our accommodation. That would be really too much for us to afford. My mother-in-law is worried about this for half a day, regardless of whether they will try to take advantage of the hotel expenses. Luckily, we finished paying a minute early and

followed their car. Driving through a white world, the snow-white roads were almost blinding in the sunshine after the weather cleared. In less than two minutes, we arrived at the motel they mentioned. Along the way, we discovered that Sapporo's motel district is in this area; there seemed to be at least a dozen. Next time, it will be much easier. Motels in Japan have always been our favorite during our self-guided road trips,

similar to those in Taiwan. (Taipei Erotic Website 757h) I call it the Love Hotel. Although it has the word "hotel" on the outside (you almost never see the word "motel" in Japan), you can tell from the appearance and feel whether it's a regular hotel or a love hotel. Several times my wife and I have traveled to Japan for more than ten days, staying in different motels in different areas every day. Each room often had its own unique fun! The love hotel is different from a regular hotel... The facilities and prices are excellent value for money. The downside is that you can only stay overnight around 9 or 10 pm. This shouldn't be inconvenient for independent travelers, since they usually stay out late anyway. A unique feature of Japanese motels is that you won't see anyone else from the moment you enter until you leave, making them perfect for couples. The fully automated hotel allows you to choose your room freely, with a checkout machine in the room. The back door locks automatically upon entry, and checkout is also automatic. The system calculates and gives change, and unlocks automatically after the calculation is complete. The first time I used it, I was completely lost; I didn't see anyone else at all. Although there was a lobby and a counter, you couldn't find any staff. This is the typical model in Japan (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), where you rarely need to contact a counter, which is very convenient for couples. In Taiwan, it's the opposite; you almost always need to contact the entrance counter to enter a motel.

This particular motel, however, does have staff at the counter. After a quick look, it seemed they were indeed regulars. I overheard in the elevator that a rest room cost over 10,000 NTD (Taipei Erotic Website 757h). What could be so interesting about a room that costs about 4,000 NTD just for rest? This really piqued my curiosity even further. Fu Gong said that the room we were about to go to, number 201, was the largest room in the building!

Entering the room with a mix of unease and nervousness, I first saw a very ordinary bedroom and bathroom. On the small coffee table was a magazine specializing in BDSM, almost entirely filled with... These are some of the highly challenging and exciting images only seen in the video. The only slight difference is that there are places to attach chains and handcuffs in the four corners of the bed. But these aren't the most surprising things.

Behind another door is a game room, a scene that should only be seen in special adult films. This game room is filled with all sorts of tools and facilities, surprisingly including a Japanese-style toilet. Even more shocking is the warning sign next to it: "In the event of any accident, this hotel will not be held responsible in any way." Wow! We've arrived at... Just how far have the people in this room gone?! The scene alone is enough to leave one speechless. Grandma was completely dumbfounded about what would happen next, especially that row of U-shaped pillars with a bunch of big hooks hanging high on them. Could this be what they talked about yesterday—hanging people in mid-air, even upside down?! At this moment, her fear of injury seemed to gradually outweigh her anticipation.

It was as if Grandma had no time to think, especially since yesterday's gentle training seemed to have yielded quite good results. Although the woman was stunned, she didn't express any reluctance. The wealthy woman went to the game room to prepare, while the other three chatted to ease the atmosphere. I suspect she was preparing another batch of "furniture," but when the time was almost up, the woman went to check and suddenly screamed "Wow!" Her tone was more of surprise than fear. The wealthy woman was now fully dressed in a very sexy black queen outfit; it seemed her "discipline mode" was fully activated, ready to properly deal with the woman's... The rich woman, who looked like a little lamb

, gestured for me to put on a bright red yukata. It felt as if I was about to become a sacrifice, a delicious little red hat. Before we started, she kept emphasizing, "You have to save me!" as if her husband really wanted to see her become a tribute. If it weren't for the fact that I hadn't always given her the impression of a kind and virtuous Japanese woman, I, as her husband, really wouldn't have dared to hand her over!

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From this moment on, the wealthy woman began to concentrate intently on her artistic creation. At first, her technique was similar to the previous night, except this time she wore an extra yukata. Wouldn't that hide her stunning curves? Just as she was thinking this, the wealthy woman suddenly began to pull open parts of her upper body, revealing some alluring features. It was indeed a professional technique; each stage was carefully planned. Next came the lower body. Last night she used an asymmetrical approach, but now it was roughly equal on both sides, and she deliberately added more details to each part. At this moment, the wealthy man took out a large hook used for mountaineering. With the help of the two men, the grandmother was suddenly suspended in mid-air like a shy little woman. Moreover, this time the posture was very special. The grandmother was sitting cross-legged in mid-air with her lower body turned to the side (both legs pointing to the left). The technique at this moment was not only amazing, but also left me, a layman, dumbfounded again. The excitement was far beyond what I had seen last night!

Throughout the process, both of them were a little worried and kept asking the grandmother where she felt pain. Surprisingly, the grandmother almost always replied that she was fine. Aside from a couple of times when her thighs felt a little tight, I thought the rich woman might need to re-bind them, but she only adjusted them slightly, and the woman immediately felt relieved. I couldn't even figure out where to begin; she truly deserves the title of a master. Throughout the process, the rich woman kept asking if there was any discomfort, which had a very reassuring effect. What appeared to be extremely abusive didn't actually feel like abuse at all. On the contrary, watching from the side, I felt a very special sense of being "served" by the rich woman.

After finishing the previous side... The rich woman, having loosened her restraints in several places, seemed to think the ordeal was over. However, she was then placed in a horizontal sacrificial position, lying face down in mid-air. This position quickly changed to a V-shaped, leg-spread sitting position, with her legs wide open in mid-air. Immediately, the rich woman began her meticulous "feminine" training. Unlike yesterday, this time she had prepared her "furniture," showcasing her womanly expertise in hand and mouth techniques, along with her tools. The rich woman had been "served" to an ascension to another world, unintentionally... The rich woman, seeing that

the time was almost up and fearing that hanging her for too long would leave marks on her hands and feet, symbolically loosened the bindings until only her upper body remained. She then moved on to other "instruments of torture." Since there were still many untried instruments, all of which seemed somewhat "horrifying," such as the crucifix, the large X-braces, and the discipline chair, the woman was already quite weak. Whether to continue depended on her own will. Later, she only chose the electric attack machine, with less than satisfactory results. Seeing this, the rich woman launched a second round of lesbian discipline. Not long after, judging from the woman's "squirt," she... The last bit of energy for enjoyment was completely used up before

the chat could begin. The old woman kept asking for water, clearly dehydrated. It was during this time that the rich man showed us the other tools in their training kit, which once again opened our eyes. We had never seen these tools in adult films. Besides the speculum commonly used in movies to observe the "gate," there was a box full of long dilators. The thicker ones were clearly for developing the "back door," but the thinner ones were completely unexpected—they were for developing the "back door." "Wow, this is truly astonishing! It turns out that at their master level, even the urethra can be explored! There are also catheters and other medical instruments! I never imagined these would become tools for master-level training. The wealthy man explained the use of each instrument step by step, truly giving us another lesson.

During the matchmaking trip, room fees were supposed to be shared, but yesterday they kept emphasizing that we didn't need to worry about the room fees, not to mention their professional equipment, even leaving this special..." When it came time to pay at other motels, they tried to negotiate, but ultimately failed. They only said that next time they came to Taiwan, it would be our turn to treat them well. Even so, they still felt very embarrassed.

Furthermore, from last night until now, they have brought it up several times, as their children are already independent and their house is often empty. They have been strongly inviting us to stay at their home. After much consideration, my mother-in-law still felt it was inappropriate. She thought we could accept their hospitality, but it would be better not to stay at their house, especially since it was our first meeting. Such hospitality is truly overwhelming and hard to resist.

Returning to the silvery-white world, we temporarily headed to our favorite Sapporo station for a stroll. Today (Taipei Erotic Network 757h) the weather in Sapporo was exceptionally bright. It turns out that all our worries were unnecessary, and we even had such a rare and precious experience. I think this Hokkaido adventure was more surprising than tense. I thought it should end here, but when we visited their home the next day, we were surprised to find something new.

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Afterwards My mother-in-law complained to me, saying she was weakly wailing and moaning, and asked why I hadn't helped her. That kind of rare, almost unattainable situation only happens when my mother-in-law is having so much fun that she's exhausted and practically floating on clouds. Even though her moans are weak, how could I just stop her? Especially since she was crying out in a pitiful voice, "Honey! Honey!" It seems the only solution is for this rich woman to properly train her to satisfy both her S and M sides. After all, she's a master; she should know what women want and how to control herself.

We thought to ourselves, "To think that on our first trip to another country for a social gathering, we've already encountered the most amazing guy in Japan!" We were thrilled that the trip was worthwhile. But when we asked my wife if we wanted to come back and have a proper visit next time we're in Hokkaido, she gave us that look of questioning, curious, shy, and eager-to-try eyes, and in that sweet, girlish voice, she said, "No!" My lovely wife

had brought an end to the tense and exciting first two days of our special social gathering. Then it was time for our familiar stroll through Sapporo city. My wife started giving us that focused look again, plus her... With her research spirit, she began searching for her targets, already prepared to launch a fierce attack at any moment, or to thoroughly "market research" the clothing, cosmetics, and health products in various shopping districts. Even in places without any shops, convenience stores were not overlooked. Moreover, she insisted that every convenience store from a different company had to be thoroughly "studied." Leaving aside large department stores or shopping districts, just a random convenience store could keep us browsing for half an hour to an hour. (Tomorrow, Taipei) Having visited Japan dozens of times, we still find "shopping at convenience stores" endlessly enjoyable. So, every day of our Hokkaido trip was a constant rush, afraid of missing any exciting or popular spots. On our

first day, we enjoyed a "snow viewing" open-air hot spring. The experience of soaking in the hot spring while watching the fine snow falling from the sky was truly worth the price for us Taiwanese tourists. The second day, we stayed at a more basic hotel, spending the afternoon and evening... Our shopping spree, a real shopping spree, left us exhausted by the end of the day. Luckily, the cars were all nearby, so we could just grab our bags and toss them in the car – that's always how we travel.

On the third day, we planned to head to Dingshanxi Hot Spring Township for another open-air hot spring experience. There was still a chance of snow in the afternoon, and the atmosphere at an open-air hot spring in the countryside would be much better than in the city. On the way there, we happened to pass by the home of a wealthy couple. Although we had already given them Taiwanese pineapple cakes as a greeting gift on the first day, the grandmother insisted on dropping off a tea gift as well. Whether it's to convey our feelings or not, as for why there's tea, well, our "playing mode" is always activated as soon as we arrive at the airport. Luckily, my mother-in-law cut up a big box of adorable tea leaves at the airport a few minutes before we left Taiwan. Originally, we wanted to use them ourselves because of their cute appearance,

but they came in handy. After setting off, we kept in touch with Mr. Fu. It wasn't a holiday today, but they had made time for us at home. They were incredibly hospitable. Although Mr. Fu's Japanese accent was... With his distinctly middle-aged accent mixed with a Northeastern accent, I could barely understand him (only about 20%), but thankfully we arrived at the agreed-upon convenience store. I could see Mr. Fu waiting for me from afar – what a warm welcome in the cold winter! We followed his car into a side street and soon arrived at his house. It's hard to believe that someone would invite a friend to their home for their very first social gathering, let alone let them stay overnight. It seems we, these friends from Taiwan, must be very trustworthy and easy to get along with.

It was snowing heavily at the time. After parking the car and entering the wealthy couple's home, we were immediately greeted by the wife's beaming smile, which made us feel exceptionally warm. I had initially thought we would soon see the wife's private prop workshop, but they didn't mention it at all. Instead, it was a very ordinary detached house. Upon entering the living room, the wife immediately served us Japanese green tea and Rokkatei sweets. Their chubby cat, "Feifei," also came to our side to act cute. And as the wife said, it only acts cute towards girls

. While we were drinking tea, the husband started his Taiwanese... Jing, I initially thought he was just drunk that day and would only listen casually. I didn't expect him to actually like things from Taiwan. He even showed us some written materials about Taiwan that he was interested in. While we were chatting, the computer on the table was copying photos of her being "trained" by them. What he was bringing back this time were truly blush-inducing "local products." My mother-in-law kept saying she couldn't bear to look at them.

Not long after, the rich woman also brought out some papers, thinking it might be some Taiwan-related information again. But suddenly, my mother-in-law and I both had our eyes light up because the whole stack in front of us was full of photos of her being trained by her master. The photos of the "training" session showed techniques even more advanced than what we saw yesterday. The wealthy woman was indeed a master of both S and M roles. Just looking at this seemingly virtuous woman, seeing her completely naked, incredibly realistic photos of herself being trained, left me and her mother-in-law speechless once again. Some of the photos we didn't understand at first, but after she pointed them out, we realized she was completely suspended in mid-air, head down – a level of skill most people couldn't even imagine.

Soon after, the wealthy man called us upstairs. I figured this time he was going to show off some special tools or perhaps his studio! Upon reaching the second floor, we found a room filled with computer equipment. Two large color laser printers were particularly eye-catching. Immediately, we saw Fu Gong's "collection"—electronic photo albums. Besides the newly printed "Fu Po's Lessons" album, we also noticed that on the far left of the dozens of albums, labeled "Taiwan's Bondage," was undoubtedly our section! My wife jokingly remarked that we had become their collection and teaching material!

We'll ignore our album for now; we'll look at that properly when we get back to Taiwan. Fu Gong generously explained some special features and... Surprisingly, the person who has successfully explored all the caves is a stunningly beautiful young woman who would make any man's heart flutter. It's said that she travels all the way from Asahikawa to Sapporo every so often to receive proper "training"! Furthermore

, we saw many friends who had come specifically to receive their training—couples, single men, and single women alike. We also saw that they had rented a guesthouse with a distinctly traditional Japanese style, allowing their clients to thoroughly enjoy professional training. Besides having actual "dripping candles," there was also… What truly opened my eyes was the sight of numerous photos of people wearing goggles, seemingly playing in the bathroom. Girls were half-standing on the floor, while boys lay on the floor, their bodies covered in yellow liquid. I wondered if that could be… After the wealthy man explained, it turned out they could indeed enjoy very, very “heavy” things! My wife and I were completely dumbfounded.

Just as the wealthy man had described, while my wife was tied up, he would become inexplicably excited. One of the photos I saw was of an interesting couple; while his wife was being tied up, the husband couldn't resist and went to harass her (Taipei Erotic Website 757h). Actually… I had experienced that feeling just two days ago; the excitement was no exaggeration. Luckily, being younger, my younger brother's tolerance for suffocation was probably better, and I managed to calm him down until we got back to our room.

Then I asked Mr. Fu why all the records were from SM specialists; did they have any photos of regular couples having sex? The answer was quite surprising. Because they were professional SM couples in Japan (Taipei Erotic Website 757h), specializing in treating couples or friends who needed to be "disciplined," and therefore mostly enthusiasts who came hoping to be "educated," it turned out... Unlike typical social gatherings, this one truly

showcased the unique tastes and specialties of the social networking community. It left us with a wealth of special memories. Who knows when we'll see each other again? We took some group photos, and we kept emphasizing that we absolutely must come back to Taiwan next time so we can host you! Our next destination was the A Hotel, a place Fu Gong had recommended during our chat. Unfortunately, the time for guests to bathe had already passed, so we missed it. But we quickly headed back to the city and explored different streets and shops, which still made us very happy.

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