Northern Spring 1-6

Spring in the North (1) I don't know when it started. My mother-in-law and I had made a promise that we would go abroad to see the snow every year during the Lunar New Year. This year, as before, we planned to go to Hokkaido, Japan, which is our favorite place. What is even more exciting is that after so many self-drive rental car tours in Japan, this is the first time we will be driving in the frozen Hokkaido. I was excited but also a little uneasy. On the one hand, driving in the silvery white world is a dream I have always had. On the other hand, I was worried about whether there would be any unexpected dangers when driving in the snow. I always believe that travel should be a little adventurous. God, once again, took my mother-in-law to Hokkaido.

On every recent trip, she always asks if there are any birdwatching activities. In this foreign country, 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 our friends in Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, quite smoothly, just as planned. This "Northern Spring" trip began through an online friend with whom we hadn't chatted much, who introduced us to... Another friend from Tokyo introduced us to "Master Teacher" living in Sapporo. Although we only spent less than a day together, it was truly eye-opening and well worth the trip.

After exchanging numerous Japanese emails, this time I felt the same excitement and nervousness as when we first met our friends. From our emails, I learned that the couple we were about to meet were capable of "soft-style training," very friendly and experienced. Aside from that, we knew nothing about their age, appearance, or other details. It was truly a wonderful experience to meet someone so far away. We recklessly went to a birdwatching event in the north, no wonder my mother-in-law was a bit hysterical the whole way. I, too, was

filled with both anticipation and fear of getting hurt. After about four hours, the plane landed at Chitose Airport in Hokkaido. The air was cool and refreshing, a familiar and nostalgic scent. At this point, our playful mode was fully activated, and even the vending machines in the airport became our targets. In the Japanese winter, the hot coffee and tea from those vending machines are a welcome treat. Snow is something we always buy as soon as we get off the plane; any warmth in the cold winter is truly "happiness"!

Since we're already Nissan rental members, we booked the car in Taiwan in advance and picked it up smoothly as planned. Because it was our first time driving in snow, my mother-in-law specifically instructed us to get a larger car for stability. Sitting in a right-hand drive Japanese car again, thankfully, having traveled to and from Japan many times in recent years, I quickly switched from the left-hand drive, right-hand driving Taiwanese style to the right-hand drive, left-hand driving Japanese style.

The last time I went to Hokkaido was two years ago. Our icebreaker trip didn't forget our little promise from last time: after renting the car, we'd immediately head to "Yamaoka-ya" ramen next to the rental area to satisfy our cravings. As promised, I called my Japanese friend in Tokyo again to get the phone number of "Daishoki" 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 the scenes that would unfold at the hotel, because their enthusiasm was just too... We were flattered that even our room had been booked, which made it hard not to overthink things!

(2)

Two hours before meeting the couple in Sapporo, we finally made our first contact. 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 had finally arrived home safely. We finally got to experience driving on roads covered in thick snow and in cities covered in heavy snow, something we'd always wanted to do

. And surprisingly, we even had the chance to meet up with some Japanese people! Who knew a simple trip to northern Japan could include such a fun social event? 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... It's not like she's never been to a hot spring in Japan before, so why is she so nervous...? She's even conjuring up images of perverted BDSM scenes in Japanese adult films. Is she actually trying it out, or is she just scared? Actually, ever since I started this date with my mother-in-law, I've never understood what she's thinking. Every time I say 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, it looks like it will cost a lot of money for one night. Even if I want to treat myself well, I'll just stay here. One night is fine. Any good activities can proceed smoothly. My mother-in-law kept asking how we were going to play, what would happen here, what would happen there. It seems she's 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 well in advance at the hotel waiting for us. We're going to go to the hot springs and have dinner together. That's all I know. This couple, from our first meeting until now, hasn't contacted me in person, hasn't emailed me, and I only got their phone number two hours ago. Unbelievable! We'd only been on the phone for two or three minutes when we arranged to meet at a prestigious hotel. There, we met a very kind-looking wealthy man and woman

. The man looked like a businessman, while the woman was a typical Japanese woman, speaking softly. Both made a good impression, but then I started to worry. They were much older than we'd imagined, probably between 50 and 60. Perhaps I had a hunch; my friend in Tokyo would keep calling them "Grandmaster." I've been practicing my matchmaking skills for several years now, and the younger ones should all be around this age. It seems my mother-in-law should be a little concerned, but her thoughts and actions often surprise and delight me. So, I'll just let things take their course! Isn't that how matchmaking always is?!

After checking into the hotel room, we agreed to go for a soak in the hot spring before dinner. Although the room was just a typical large hotel, and we had to change into Japanese yukatas before going to the hot spring, my mother-in-law was still unusually nervous. To be honest, this hotel's class is quite... Wow, there's a large public bath with a natural hot spring right 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. Coming to Japan means we're all supposed to bathe naked together – it's a common practice. It was easy for my husband and me to start exploring Japanese bath culture. We could even start discussing business in the public bath. But as the conversation unfolded, I realized with some pressure that my husband's Japanese wasn't quite standard. My once-confident Japanese skills were now less than 50%. Luckily, I'd studied quite a few books and magazines about Japanese "customs" beforehand... They managed to pick up on a lot of key words, and what really caught my eye was that these were words I'd only ever seen in magazines and comics. It felt like I was taking a super-adult Japanese lesson, with terms like "training," "binding," "tethering," "piercing," "s&m," and so on. They even mentioned that the rich women were extremely rare "naturally naive" (what Taiwanese people call "born white tigers!"). This really piqued my curiosity, and I realized they were into hardcore stuff. I'm really looking forward to what kind of show will air tonight. I was relieved, but what worried me most was that the older woman's nervousness had probably reached 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'd have to rely on the most primitive methods: gestures and body language! How these two women would build a friendship in the large public bath was both intriguing and worrying. After they finished bathing and 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... It's amazing that men and women can communicate with each other through eye contact!

For dinner, they led us directly downstairs to what looked like a high-end hotel restaurant—a place most experienced independent travelers wouldn't choose, as it would be incredibly expensive. But since we could tell they were there to treat us, we accepted with a mix of unease and delight. My mother-in-law was still worried we were falling into a trap, her guard never wavering. Thankfully, we later learned these worries were unnecessary.

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 meal and conversation, I learned that Mr. Fu was in the seafood industry, 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 of Taiwan and Japan. However, the topic that truly captivated me was how the wealthy woman crafted her own special rope. Apparently, making 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 different outfits. It sounded like a real art, not just any ordinary hemp rope. And this was all entirely researched and developed by the wealthy woman herself! During dinner, the couple spoke frequently with a thick Tohoku accent and a distinctly middle-aged tone. At this point, my Japanese was only about 20% complete, which was quite disheartening. My mother-in-law, on the other hand, seemed completely lost, occasionally responding with surprise when I translated.

Because of their warm hospitality, they ordered many expensive dishes, but since we had each finished a large bowl of ramen two hours earlier, we had a lot of food left over. There were two large plates of sushi, which looked quite expensive, so we had to take it with us. Then they warmly invited us to... We can go to their room first to see their "furniture," and then go see the interesting motel mentioned in the email tomorrow, as well as the very interesting private rooms. At this time, we didn't expect that after arriving at their room, a surprising plot would unfold...

Northern Spring (3)

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 really came prepared and wanted to play for real with us, the "automatic delivery" couple. Even such a big bag They brought over about 20 ropes, each about 7 meters long, and started their rope-tying workshop. We examined them closely, wondering how to play with them. At that moment, we still couldn't figure it out, and we weren't even sure if we should agree to go to that "very interesting motel" tomorrow. While we were still marveling and hesitating, the rich man suggested that we try tying them up first before deciding whether to play tomorrow. The rich woman still looked at us with that kind smile. We

originally thought that the rich man would be the one to tie them up, and that the woman and I would both take on the task. I was hesitant about whether to agree, but after the meal, I 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; it was hard to associate her with words like "piercing, binding, and training."

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

Upon hearing this, I was already half-stunned. She'd been worried sick all day; what if she really was bound? Isn't she supposed to be completely at someone's mercy?! Shouldn't she be the one who wouldn't agree? I tentatively asked, and surprisingly, the old woman, with her innocent and naive expression, readily agreed. Suddenly, the plot took a dramatic turn! Good heavens, I really don't understand this old woman! How could she be so "easygoing" right now? It seems the rich woman's gentle demeanor is truly endearing, and the emotional connection cultivated at the bathhouse, along with the meal and conversation, must have made her quite relaxed!

In no time, the old woman had automatically taken off her bathrobe, and the rich woman was holding her specially made "house..." "Private," she began her "artistic creation," the entire process delicate and beautiful, slow and unhurried. The wealthy woman, as if "weaving" a fine work of art, wrapped the rope around her 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 her focused expression was satisfying. At that moment, I finally understood why my Japanese friends called them "masters"—a master's touch revealed years of accumulated skill. The wealthy woman continued, rope after rope... A rope, coiled, knotted, and connected, now completely entangled the upper body of the old woman in a geometric pattern of bright red rope. Combined with her well-maintained figure, this binding made her already prominent breasts appear even more ready to burst forth. My little brother was practically breathless, longing to emerge from his bathrobe for some fresh air.

The upper body was already finished, and the rich woman showed no sign of stopping. Such painstaking artistic creation! I thought this was good enough, and we could save the best for tomorrow. But the rich man said that as soon as his wife started her creative process… The prelude had to be completed to the point of satisfaction. The grandfather, watching from the side, was naturally satisfied, except for the younger brother who was very uncomfortable and wanted to stretch. Next was the full-body creation, so there was no reason not to see it first. Fortunately, the grandmother didn't feel uncomfortable either. On the contrary, the wealthy grandfather and grandmother kept praising it, making the grandmother feel embarrassed.

The last thing she completed was the asymmetrical beauty of the entire upper body and left lower limb. After the creation was completed, she wondered if she would be taken off the rope after admiring it like this. At this moment, she was even more dumbfounded. The wealthy woman gestured for the grandmother to sit on the chair. She then began kissing her mother-in-law's face, breasts, and entire body, even displaying her skillful hands. The plot twist was truly unexpected; a spectacular caressing scene unfolded right in front of us two men. 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 with rage. It was no exaggeration to describe it as blood-pumping. Halfway through, the rich man finally couldn't take it anymore and suddenly rushed forward... He tore half of the rich woman's clothes, but she deliberately teased everyone, saying she wouldn't show them yet... Wow...! This actually had a more flirtatious effect. Outside, Sapporo was covered in snow, but inside the room, it was spring-like, 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, worried that her hands might be uncomfortable after being tied up for a while, immediately began to loosen the bindings. She said her technique was very good, although it seemed... After being "tortured," judging from the old woman's reaction to this gentle discipline, she actually experienced several orgasms. At this point, the rich woman indicated that she could relax on the bed after being untied, and whispered to the old woman for a while. I thought that would allow the old woman to recover and return to her room, but unexpectedly, the rich woman also came to check on me to see if anything was amiss. Then, she kissed me again, this time with even more forceful French kissing. Unable to bear it any longer, the rich man tore off the rich woman's clothes, gesturing for me to admire her "naturally bare skin." Amidst the natural wonders and the rich woman's masterful "three-point piercing," the rich man suddenly kissed the woman's clitoris, exclaiming how delicious it tasted. This dialogue and scene seemed familiar, like something out of a movie, but this was a live-action version. The battle had now escalated to four, but not two against two; it was a three-against-one melee. It appeared this was the first time the woman had been attacked simultaneously from all sides, and judging from her reaction, she must have reached an indescribable level of pleasure!

Suddenly, the woman screamed... After someone shouted "nogood," the plot suddenly paused for a moment. I initially thought the old woman might be suddenly "stabbed," but upon inquiry, it turned out that was indeed the case; it wasn't the front door, but the back door where the rich man's invisible finger had ambushed her. The development standards of the different groups varied considerably; they must have been testing the waters little by little. It was only then that I realized there was still a large "territory" for the old woman to be developed in. Not

long after, the rich man suddenly rushed out to make a phone call, and soon after, the rich woman also... We rushed out, thinking something had happened. Turns out, the rich man was too high and wanted to order more drinks to liven things up. The rich woman, seeing he'd already had quite a bit, went to stop him. 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 completely silent. 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, he started chatting with the waiter. He really seemed quite drunk. The three of us, naked, were laughing at each other.

Perhaps the wealthy man had drunk too much; his younger brother didn't wake up and cause any trouble, relying solely on his hands and mouth to win. While the man himself briefly explored the wealthy woman's body, the younger brother, though quite aroused, didn't provoke him. After several rounds of chaotic activity, things finally calmed down. The wealthy woman immediately retreated outside the room after the wealthy man brought in more wine. Later, the wealthy 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 wealthy man is still quite afraid of the wealthy woman! This couple, nearing their "return to the ancestral home," are truly adorable! Although the rich woman said we could continue playing in their room, I was still a little embarrassed to let others watch. So, let's end today's program with the rich couple here. The rest will be performed by myself after we get back to our room.

While the rich woman may not be as young as Sakura Girl anymore, she still has the fair skin of Sakura Granny. If I hadn't read so many Confucian classics and claimed to have received a lot of higher education, and if I hadn't been so constrained, I almost abandoned all sense of morality and rode on them during the four-person battle! In their room... After the enthusiasm subsided, the rich man started talking in Japanese that I could hardly understand. What I could clearly understand was that my mother-in-law was the best-looking among the many couples they had been with, and she gave them a very good feeling. Although I knew these were polite words, after drinking several cups of yellow soup, I still couldn't understand. Such words of praise were repeated from beginning to end, as if I was listening to a listening exercise tape for Japanese language learning. In addition, the rich woman who had not drank also praised her many times. It really made the two of us happy.

Before we said goodbye and went back to the room, the rich man actually gave us another box of expensive famous products. It turned out that it was The waiter just brought it up together. The already enthusiastic rich man became so enthusiastic under the influence of alcohol that it was almost suffocating. And the little brother who was really about to suffocate was, of course, given that my mother-in-law and I returned to the room, so my mother-in-law quickly performed artificial respiration! As for what they were talking about in their room, that they were going to that "very interesting" motel tomorrow, my mother-in-law and I were both looking forward to it and afraid of getting hurt.

The

events that happened yesterday were already eye-opening. As for whether there will be any more unexpected developments today, my mother-in-law said today... The sky was still a bit hysterical, and everything seemed tense. The first thing to do was to check out quickly. Judging from yesterday, since they had booked the room and restaurant, it seemed that the wealthy family might even pay for our accommodation, which would be a real burden. My mother-in-law was worried about this for ages. Regardless of whether they would try to cover the hotel expenses, we were lucky to finish settling the bill a minute early and

followed their car. We drove through a white world, and under the clearing sun, the snow-white road... The road was even a bit glaring. In less than two minutes, we arrived at the motel they mentioned. Along the way, we discovered that Sapporo's motel district was in this area; there seemed to be at least a dozen. Next time, it will be much easier to find one. Motels in Japan have always been our favorite for independent road trips.

Similar to motels in Taiwan, the Japanese call them "love hotels." Although they may have "hotel" signs outside (you almost never see the word "motel" in Japan), you can usually tell from the appearance and feel whether it's a regular hotel or a love hotel. Several times I've... My mother-in-law spent over ten days in Japan, staying at different motels in different areas each day. Each room offered unique experiences! Compared to regular hotels, the love hotels offered great value for money in terms of space, facilities, and price. The downside was that check-in was only available around 9 or 10 pm. For independent travelers, this shouldn't be inconvenient, as we usually stayed out late anyway. A unique feature of Japanese motels is that you don't see anyone else from the moment you enter until you leave, making them perfect for couples' rendezvous. In this fully automated hotel, you have complete freedom to choose your room. The room has a self-checkout machine, and the back door locks automatically upon entry. When checking out, it automatically calculates the bill and gives change, then unlocks again. The first time I used it, I honestly couldn't find my way in; I didn't see anyone else at all. Although there was a lobby and a front desk, you couldn't find any staff. This is the typical model in Japan, where you rarely need to contact a front desk. It's very thoughtful for couples on dates. In Taiwan, it's the opposite; entering a motel... Almost all of them required contacting the front desk at the entrance.

This particular motel had a receptionist, and after chatting with Mr. Fu for a bit, it seemed he was indeed a regular customer. Inside the elevator, I overheard that a single rest room cost over 10,000 yen. This room, costing around 4,000 NT dollars just for rest, what was so interesting about it? It really piqued my curiosity even further. Mr. Fu 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, the first thing I saw was a very ordinary bedroom and bathroom, with a small coffee table... I found a magazine specializing in BDSM, filled with incredibly difficult and exciting pictures usually only seen in videos. The only slight difference was that the bed had hooks and handcuffs in the four corners. But that wasn't surprising.

Behind another door was a playroom, a scene usually only seen in erotic films. This playroom was filled with all sorts of tools and equipment, including a surprisingly dedicated Japanese-style toilet. Even more astonishing was the warning sign next to it: "In the event of any accident, this hotel will be held liable." "No responsibility whatsoever!" Wow! Just how far have the people who come to this room gone?! Just seeing these scenes 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 we talked about yesterday—hanging people in mid-air, even upside down?! At this moment, the fear of injury seemed to gradually outweigh the anticipation. It was

as if Grandma had no time to think, especially considering yesterday's... The results of the gentle discipline seemed quite acceptable. Although the woman was stunned, she didn't express any reluctance. So, the rich woman went to the game room to prepare, while the other three chatted to ease the atmosphere. I think the rich woman was preparing another batch of her "furniture," but when the time was almost up, the woman went to check and suddenly screamed "Wow!" But her tone was full of surprise rather than fear. At this moment, the rich woman was already dressed, in an extremely sexy black queen outfit. It seemed that her discipline mode was fully activated, ready to begin. To properly prepare for the arrival of this plump little lamb,

the rich woman gestured for her to put on a bright red yukata, as if she were about to become a sacrifice, about to become a delicious Little Red Riding Hood. Before starting, she kept emphasizing, "You must save me!", as if her husband really wanted to see her become a tribute. If it weren't for the fact that the rich woman had given us the impression of a kind and virtuous Japanese woman from yesterday until now, I, as her husband, really wouldn't dare to hand her over!

Northern Spring (5)

From this moment on, the rich woman The old woman began to concentrate intently on her artistic creation, starting with a technique similar to the previous night, except this time she was wearing an extra yukata. Wouldn't that hide her beautiful 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 was 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. Shi Fugong brought out a large hook used for mountaineering. With the help of the two men, Grandma was suddenly suspended in mid-air like a shy little woman. This time, her posture was quite unique; she was sitting cross-legged in mid-air with her lower body turned to the side (both legs pointing to the left). The skill she displayed was not only amazing but also left me, a complete novice, utterly dumbfounded. The spectacle far surpassed anything I'd seen last night!

Throughout the process, both of them were a little worried, constantly asking Grandma where she felt pain. Surprisingly, Grandma responded almost entirely to... Thankfully, aside from a couple of times when her thighs felt a little tight, I was worried the rich woman might need to re-tie 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 sidelines, I felt a very special sense of being "served" by the rich woman.

After finishing the side-sitting position, the rich woman loosened a few bindings, thinking it was over. Unexpectedly, the next position was a horizontal offering, lying face down in mid-air. This position then changed to a V-shaped leg-open sitting position, with legs spread wide in mid-air. Immediately, the rich woman began her meticulous lesbian "training." Unlike yesterday, this time she had prepared her "furniture." Besides her professionally skilled hands and mouth techniques—only a woman understands women—along with her tools, the rich woman had been "served" to another level. Outside the world, the woman, unintentionally and weakly "wailing,"

noticed the time was almost up and, fearing marks on her hands and feet from hanging her too long, 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 seemingly "horrifying," such as the crucifix, the large X-frame, and the discipline chair, the woman was already exhausted. Whether to continue depended on her wishes. She eventually chose the electric attack machine, but the effect was less than satisfactory. Seeing this, the woman initiated a second round of lesbian discipline. Not long after... Judging from Grandma's intense moans, she had exhausted all her energy before

starting the conversation. She kept asking for water, clearly dehydrated. It was during this time that Mr. Fu showed us the other tools in their training kit, which was truly eye-opening. We had never seen these devices in adult films. Besides the speculum commonly used to observe the "gate," there was a box full of long dilators; the thicker ones were clearly for developing the "anus." But the more subtle details revealed that these tools were actually used to develop "small doors" (genitals). This was truly astonishing. It turns out that at their master level, even the urethra can be explored. There were also catheters and other medical instruments! It's unbelievable that these have become tools for master-level training. The wealthy man explained the use of each instrument step by step, truly giving us another lesson.

Normally, room fees are shared during matchmaking, but yesterday they insisted we didn't need to pay. Regarding the cost of the atrium, setting aside their professional equipment, even when it came time to pay the fee for leaving this special motel, we hesitated a bit and ultimately couldn't reach an agreement. We only said that next time they came to Taiwan, we would take good care of them. Even so, we felt very embarrassed.

Furthermore, from last night until now, they have brought it up several times, because their children are already independent and their house is often empty, and they have been strongly inviting us to stay. After much consideration, my mother-in-law still feels it's inappropriate and thinks we could go... We accepted their hospitality, but it was better not to stay at their house. Such hospitality on our first meeting was truly overwhelming and difficult to bear.

Back in the silvery-white world, we headed off to our favorite shopping destination, Sapporo Station. The weather in Sapporo was exceptionally bright today. All our worries turned out to be unnecessary; instead, we had this rare and precious experience. I think this Hokkaido adventure was more surprising than nerve-wracking. I thought it should end here, but unexpectedly, the next day we visited them... At home, there was something new that surprised us:

Spring in the North (6).

Afterwards, my mother-in-law blamed me, saying that she was already weakly "wailing" repeatedly, so why didn't I save her? That kind of rare situation only occurs when my mother-in-law is having a great time and is so weak that she is exhausted and walking on clouds. Although she is weak and wailing, how could she be interrupted? Moreover, she was also calling out "honey! honey!" in a "bitter" voice. It seems that only by letting the rich woman train her well to satisfy both her s and m sides can she be satisfied. After all, people... My wife is a master; she should know what women want and how to balance things. It's

amazing that on our first overseas social event, we met the most amazing woman in Japan! We were thrilled that the trip was worthwhile. But when I asked her if we should come back to Hokkaido next time, she gave me that questioning, curious, shy, yet eager look, and said in her sweet, girlish voice, "No!" My lovely wife

brought an end to the first two tense and exciting days of our special social event. Next up was our familiar Sapporo. While shopping in the city, my mother-in-law once again displayed her focused gaze and inquisitive spirit, searching for her targets. She was already prepared to launch a fierce shopping spree, or meticulously conduct "market research" on clothing, cosmetics, and health products in various shopping districts. Even in areas without shops, convenience stores were not overlooked. My mother-in-law insisted that every convenience store, regardless of its company, must be thoroughly "studied." Leaving aside large department stores and major shopping districts, even a random convenience store... Even a single convenience store can keep us occupied for half an hour to an hour. Having visited Japan dozens of times, we still find shopping at convenience stores endlessly enjoyable. So, every day of our trip to Japan felt like a constant rush, afraid of missing any exciting or popular spots.

On our Hokkaido trip, the 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 in a more basic... The hotel was the hotel, and the afternoon and evening were dedicated to shopping. We were completely exhausted by the end of the day, but thankfully the cars weren't far apart, 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 go 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 suburbs would be much better than in the city. On the way there, we passed by the residence of a wealthy couple, even though we had already given them Taiwanese pineapple cakes as a greeting gift on the first day. But Grandma still insisted on bringing some tea as a token of her affection. Why tea? Because our "playing mode" always kicks in as soon as we arrive at the airport. Luckily, Grandma had cut up a large box of adorable tea leaves a few minutes before our departure in Taiwan. She originally wanted to use them herself 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, so it turned out they had made time for us at home. They were incredibly hospitable, even though Mr. Fu's Japanese accent was quite... With his middle-aged accent mixed with a Northeastern accent, I could only understand him about 20% of the time, but thankfully we arrived at the agreed-upon convenience store without any problems. 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 first social gathering, let alone let them stay overnight. It seems we, these friends from Taiwan, must give off a very trustworthy and approachable impression. It was

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

. While we were drinking tea, the rich woman... The man started talking about Taiwan again. I initially thought he was just drunk and would only listen casually, but it turned out he genuinely liked Taiwanese things. 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 him being "trained" by them. This time, he was bringing back some truly blush-inducing "local products." The woman 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 more information about Taiwan, but suddenly I... My mother-in-law and I were immediately struck by her skill. Before us lay a stack of photos showing her receiving instruction from her master, and these techniques were even more advanced than what we'd seen yesterday. The wealthy woman was indeed a master of both sadomasochistic and masochistic practices. Just looking at this seemingly virtuous woman, who presented us with these incredibly realistic, completely naked photos of herself receiving instruction, left my mother-in-law and me speechless once again. Some of the photos, which we didn't immediately understand, were pointed out by her to be completely headfirst, suspended in mid-air – a feat beyond the comprehension of most people.

Soon after, Fu Gong invited us upstairs. I figured this time he was going to show off some special tools or his studio. On the second floor, there was a room full of 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, the one labeled "Taiwan's Tight Ties" was definitely our section! My wife jokingly remarked that we'd become their collection and teaching material!

We'll ignore our album for now; we can look at that properly when we get back to Taiwan. Fu Gong generously explained some special techniques and who had already mastered all the caves. All the developments were successful, and quite unexpectedly, it was a stunning young woman who would make any man's heart flutter. I heard she travels all the way from Asahikawa to Sapporo every so often to receive some proper "training"!

Furthermore, I saw many friends who came specifically to receive their training—couples, single men, and single women alike. I also saw that they had rented a guesthouse with a distinctly old-Japanese style, allowing their clients to enjoy professional training. Besides the actual "dripping candles," what truly opened my eyes was that there were quite a few people wearing goggles, seemingly playing in the bathroom, with the women half-standing on top and the men lying on the floor, their bodies covered in yellow liquid. I wondered if that could be… After Fu Gong's explanation… They really can eat very, very "heavy" things! My mother-in-law and I were completely dumbfounded.

Just as the rich man had described, when my mother-in-law was tied up, he would start to get inexplicably excited. In the photos we saw, there was an interesting couple. During the process of his wife being tied up, the husband couldn't stand it and went to disturb the rich woman's creative process. Actually, I had just experienced that feeling two days ago. That level of excitement was no exaggeration. Fortunately, I am younger, and my younger brother's ability to endure suffocation is probably better. I managed to calm him down until we got back to our room.

I asked the rich man, "Why are there only these SM professional records? Are there any photos of ordinary couples having sex?" The answer was quite surprising, because they are already professionals in Japan. This is a professional SM couples' club, specializing in treating couples or friends who need to be disciplined. As a result, most of the people who come here are enthusiasts who hope to be properly "educated" rather than those who engage in general exchange and matchmaking. Indeed, the matchmaking industry has all kinds of preferences and special friends. We left

with a lot of special memories. We said goodbye this time, not knowing when we would see each other again. We took a few group photos, and we kept emphasizing that we must come to Taiwan next time so that we can treat you! Our next destination was a place that Fu Gong had recommended during our chat - the A Hotel. Unfortunately, the time for tourists to bathe had passed, so we missed it. However, we quickly headed back to the city and explored different streets and shops, which still made us very happy.

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