"Shuushan Temple" is a famous hot spring town in the central part of the Izu Peninsula.

Here lies the oldest hot spring on the entire Izu Peninsula, which is also where the story of "The Izu Dancer" took place.

The town is surrounded by mountains, and the hot spring ryokan that Dubian Che had made a reservation at is also located in the mountains.

The room for the two of them is a Japanese-style room facing the sea.

"I love it here," Dubian Che said, basking in the sunlight on the porch, "nearby there are camphor trees, plum trees, cherry trees; and in the distance is the Pacific Ocean."

Jiutiao Meijie lounged lazily inside the room.

She spoke with an intonation that was teasing, expectant, and yet playfully mischievous:

"Do you want to wear it after the bath, or should you put it on now?"

"Look how calm the ocean is," Dubian Che pointed to the sea.

"Then I'll wear it now."

"The cherry blossoms are so... huh?" Dubian Che leaned out from the porch, "A bird just flew by, it looked like a Hundred Luo Bird, with such a tail..."

"Come here," Ji's voice turned cold, commanding.

Dubian Che sighed helplessly, got up and went over, murmuring:

"Don't play tricks tonight."

"When have I ever not kept a promise to you?"

Dubian Che walked over to her, took off his top, and Jiutiao Meijie put her hand on the waistband of his trousers to help him take them off.

"Whew--" Jiutiao Meijie blew a long, warm breath towards that area.

The visible reaction made her chuckle with laughter.

Dubian Che watched her delicate lips, restraining the mischievous thoughts in his mind.

The kimono Jiutiao Meijie brought was quite magnificent.

The kimono was primarily red, adorned with colorful auspicious birds on the base, while the cuffs were embroidered with black Jiutiao Vine, the colors very vibrant.

"Come, put on the under-robe first," Jiutiao Meijie said with a smile.

"Ah—" Dubian Che howled miserably.

Jiutiao Meijie enjoyed watching his expression of despair as she closed the front of the under-robe for him.

"Next are the tabi socks," Jiutiao Meijie crouched at his feet, turned the heel of the tabi outward, and gestured for him to stretch his foot in.

"It's absolutely not going to fit, really!" Dubian Che argued forcefully.

"Miss Ji is helping you get dressed; what more could you want? Hurry up!"

Dubian Che, reluctant and resentful, placed a hand on her shoulder and stretched his foot into the tabi.

Jiutiao Meijie carefully fastened the clasps of the tabi for him.

"Good boy, now the final layer, the kimono."

Dubian Che had given up resisting, spread his arms wide, and let Jiutiao Meijie dress him in the splendid red kimono.

While closing the front of the kimono and tying the wide belt, Jiutiao Meijie couldn't stop laughing.

"Take it off, it must look awful!"

"How is it ugly? It looks good," Jiutiao Meijie tightened the belt with a yank, tears of laughter almost falling.

After tying the belt, she instructed Dubian Che to squat down.

Dubian Che sat right down on the tatami.

"Geisha don't sit like that; come on, let me teach you." Jiutiao Meijie sat kneeling on the floor, stacking her hands on her knees.

"Wait a second." Dubian Che got up, in his kimono, and hurriedly walked to the porch.

He peeked his head out, looking left and right to confirm the place was indeed near a cliff, unlikely for anyone to pass by.

Turning back, Jiutiao Meijie was holding her belly, laughing, all geisha posture forgotten.

"Perhaps I should just take it off."

"Hurry up!" Jiutiao Meijie patted the spot next to her, signaling him to quickly sit down in the posture she had shown.

Her stern tone still carried an uncontrollable hint of laughter.

Dubian Che could only obediently kneel down on the tatami.

"Place your hands like this," Jiutiao Meijie corrected his posture, "and your back should be like this, yes, very smart."

After finishing her instruction, she stood up and took out a Takashima Style wig.

Her slightly cool hands lifted Dubian Che's bangs and put the wig on him.

Once she was done, she walked around Dubian Che appreciatively then, as if suddenly reminded, took out her phone and started snapping pictures of him like crazy.

"Pictures are fine, but absolutely no sharing!"

"Relax. Now, put your hands to the floor in greeting, head down as well, very good. And then like this—"

Jiutiao Meijie demonstrated a shy, blushing finger gesture under her chin.

"..."

"Not bad at all!"

Jiutiao Meijie took out a folding fan, gently prodded Dubian Che's chin with it while the other hand holding her phone, entered video mode.

"..."

"You look beautiful, I like you, Miss Dubian!" Jiutiao Meijie said with a smile.

"..."

"Say you like me too, quick." Jiutiao Meijie aimed her phone at him.

"... I like you too."

"The voice, the voice, pay attention to the voice! You look beautiful, I like you, Miss Dubian!"

Under Jiutiao Meijie's sharp gaze, Dubian Che said in a gentle voice, "I also like you."

He was close to going crazy.

"Ha ha ha, don't sulk now, come on, take a look for yourself." Jiutiao Meijie, with an arm-linking gesture, led Dubian Che to the mirror.

The two came in front of a full-length mirror.

The glossy mirror reflected the figures of two "beauties."

"Even more beautiful than the geisha we hired in Capital City, that top beauty of Gion," Jiutiao Meijie complimented.

It always felt like consolation for the wounded.

"... It's okay."

Looking at the beauty in the mirror and appreciating his "beautiful" side, Dubian Che finally felt a bit consoled.

He flicked the long sleeves of his kimono and said, "Who between us is more beautiful than Meiji?"

"Who could possibly match your beauty, Meiji is far behind," Jiutiao Meijie played along perfectly.

Dubian Che "hmm" with self-satisfaction:

"Whether in men's wear or women's wear, I'm peerless, what Jiutiao Meijie, what Kiyono Lin—all just a rabble."

"Beautiful, you're beautiful," Jiutiao Meijie's laughter had never stopped from the start.

"... Seems like I should take it off after all." Dubian Che reached to remove the wig.

Midway, he suddenly realized something and turned his head to look at Jiutiao Meijie:

"If this kimono is my size, then what about you?"

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