"Good morning..."
"It's not morning anymore, Chi-chan."
Kisaragi Anna and Chisato woke up one after the other, only to realize they had slept until noon. The two girls looked at each other and saw embarrassment on each other's faces.
Not only because of the exaggerated hickey marks on their exposed bodies, but also the memories of last night... Even though they were used to threesomes together, what they did last night was still too much.
Too lewd.
"Good thing today is the weekend." Chisato patted her chest, making the two mounds of flesh shake. "No need to go to school... By the way, where's Xiaoxiao?"
"Who knows." The white-haired gyaru was holding her phone. "I just messaged him, but he didn't reply."
As she spoke, she suddenly paused, her eyes widening. "Huh? He replied... says he's at someone else's house and won't be back for lunch."
Chisato leaned over to look at Kisaragi Anna's phone.
Besides the reply, Mu Xiaoxiao also sent an emoji. The two girls exchanged glances.
"Looks like he's busy and can't come back..." Kisaragi Anna's expression gradually grew subtle. "But for some reason, I feel like he's up to something bad."
"..."
Chisato opened her mouth, then silently got up and dressed. She had the same feeling. That big pervert, Xiaoxiao, was always doing dirty things every day. He dragged her and Anna-chan into sex constantly.
Whatever he was doing now, it definitely wasn't anything serious.
Unfortunately, Chisato and Anna had guessed correctly...
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The Obata residence was an ordinary Japanese-style house. Two pairs of shoes sat at the entrance—a pair of women's heels and a pair of unfamiliar men's sneakers.
The house was empty. No one else besides a man and a woman.
For Obata Natsumi, this young man named Mu Xiaoxiao was a stranger she'd known for less than half a day. Yet now, Mrs. Natsumi had not only invited this stranger into her home—
"What am I... doing..."
The wedding photo at the head of the bed was extremely conspicuous. The married woman looked at the loving photo of herself and her husband, then at the strange boy before her. After a brief moment of blankness, the beautiful woman quickly came back to her senses.
'Just entertaining Mu-kun...'
'This way, Mu-kun should be able to feel my sincerity, right?'
In the bedroom, Obata Natsumi smiled. She took the initiative to show her perfect, sexy body before him and guided his hand to the soft part of her chest.
This seductive, delicate body—originally reserved for her husband—was now being wildly played with by another man.
"Nggghhh... uh..."
The married woman's gaze was intensely focused. This scene—her lying down, the young man before her clearly not her lover or husband—yet she didn't care. She looked at him with tender eyes.
'It's just expressing gratitude.'
'This is the only way to be sincere enough...'
Lifting her breasts, she rubbed them against Mu Xiaoxiao's chest. Squeezing. Pressing. Then sliding them like a massage. She stole a glance at the boy's face and saw his comfortable expression.
It seemed he truly felt her sincerity.
The atmosphere in the room grew scorching hot. The clock on the wall pointed to noon. The married woman's face was covered in a deep flush. Her eyes were blurred. She was immersed in endless pleasure.
The wedding photo on the bedside sat quietly. Mrs. Natsumi's eyes inadvertently flickered across the picture of herself and her husband. But even seeing it, she showed no reaction—only a faint smile.
His fingers invaded her body without restraint. They slid across various private parts, arousing strong pleasure. She gasped, looking obsessed.
She'd clearly promised to entertain Mu-kun, yet here she was, immersed in bliss. But she couldn't help it—she had no control over these feelings. Mu-kun was too skilled.
Really... really comfortable.
It wasn't until her body flipped over, facing the ceiling, pressed down, that the married young woman seemed to realize something. She panicked inexplicably.
"Mu—Mu-kun~"
"What's wrong, madam? Having regrets?"
"...No, it's not that."
'Is this really okay? Being invaded by a man who's not my husband... and without a condom. Not to mention his dragon is so big—much bigger than my husband's.'
'Will my body... be able to take it?'
Obata Natsumi's thoughts grew confused. But Mu Xiaoxiao didn't give her time to worry.
"Then I won't hold back."
The young man looked down at the married woman beneath him. One hand held her breast, the other pinched her chin.
"Hiss—!!!"
'He—he really entered...' The place that should belong to her husband was now occupied and invaded by another man. Obata Natsumi's pupils shrank. She truly felt that sense of loss.
'So big!'
The married woman, who hadn't had sex in years, trembled. Half in pain, half in relief. Soon, this beautiful wife's eyes gradually turned into the shape of love.
Mrs. Natsumi passed through the initial discomfort and quickly sank into it. She had never experienced such extreme happiness and pleasure. 'Is this the body of a young boy?'
'Full of youth and vitality.'
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"Huh? Madam?" Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened as Mrs. Natsumi rolled over and pressed him beneath her. "You are..."
"Mu-kun, this is my special way of thanking you. Do you like it?" The pretty married woman spoke with a smile, her eyes about to drip water. Her skin began to glow pink. Mu Xiaoxiao could feel her body convulsing.
It was clenching violently.
"Of course." Mu Xiaoxiao stared at the pink love in Obata Natsumi's eyes. "I can feel it. Your sincere thanks. And madam's warm hospitality—it's truly warm."
"Of course, Auntie is... but seriously, ngghhh~"
Ha...
Ha...
'So comfortable. Why is it so comfortable... If this continues, I'll sink deeper.'
Natsumi lay on the bed, eyes dull. She hadn't recovered from the aftertaste of her climax. Lost in that strong, young body. It had been years since she'd last tasted this.
Everything about it satisfied her immensely.
"Wait—Mu-kun, just now..."
Obata Natsumi suddenly came back to her senses. She felt the heat in her stomach and panicked. "Will I—will I get pregnant?"
So many times. He'd released everything inside her. Though the scorching heat felt very comfortable—if she got pregnant...
"Sarcasm? Who knows. Nothing we can do if you really are pregnant." Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at his five hearts and smiled. "After all, this is the only way to show the greatest sincerity, isn't it?"
"That's right."
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't tell her he had the [Contraception] ability. He let Obata Natsumi worry, her emotions tangled.