Now, in front of her husband again, for some reason, her delicate body reacted even more strongly than before. Mu Xiaoxiao barely squeezed her nipple, and Mrs. Natsumi trembled for a while.
Now she faced Mu Xiaoxiao with her heart-shaped tongue, watching him approach little by little. The moment his tongue touched hers, her husband was completely dumbfounded.
Kissing...?
"Chirp... twirl... slurp... um..."
Their tongues intertwined. Soft, moist, creamy, sweet. An ambiguous, intense sound of wetness filled the air, making Mrs. Natsumi's brain spin.
Kissing? She didn't know it could feel this good?
Though she'd climaxed multiple times with him inside her, though they'd done everything they shouldn't—this kind of French kiss was different. And still in front of her husband.
But this was Mu-kun's sincere thanks and reciprocation. Refusing would embarrass him.
She couldn't help it. Just kissing. Anyway... ngh, he was sucking so hard, so intense... Though it was very comfortable. Her body was so hot it might melt.
Exchanging saliva continuously, sucking each other's tongues constantly. The quiet living room was so still you could hear a pin drop—only the sound of lewd kisses.
Mr. Obata didn't speak. He ate in silence, glancing occasionally at the fierce French kiss between his wife and the boy. His expression was tangled, hesitant to speak.
Not only the fierce kiss—Mu Xiaoxiao's hands didn't stop. They roamed wantonly inside her nightdress, playing with his wife's soft body, leaving marks on her snow-white skin. Mu Xiaoxiao's prints.
He didn't use the Incubus Pattern. Not needed yet.
Mr. Obata saw all this. He should have been angry. He should have stopped them, prevented his wife from being played by another man. But under hypnosis—
The man felt this lewd scene was normal. He was gradually accepting it.
How long would they kiss... But he never imagined his gentle, beautiful wife could be so active, with such a charming and enchanting posture. Truly alluring.
Thinking about it carefully, he hadn't been intimate with his wife for many years. After all, he was too old and basically unable to do what he wanted... Now seeing Natsumi kissing and lingering with another man made him desire as well.
"Slurp... um..."
He didn't know how long they kissed. Finally, they parted with a "pop." Obata Natsumi's hair stuck to her cheeks. Her pink lips were slightly swollen. Her tongue hadn't yet retracted.
The little tongue played with by Mu Xiaoxiao stuck out. She breathed heavily, her warm breath spraying on the young man's face. She unconsciously murmured, "Mu... Mu-kun..."
"How about it, Mrs. Natsumi? Do you feel my return gift?"
Mu Xiaoxiao showed a sunny smile. Extremely bright.
"Well... I can feel Mu-kun's return gift. It's really intense." The wife tucked her hair back embarrassedly. She grew even more embarrassed when she noticed her husband's peeking eyes. "It's just... is this okay?"
"Of course... well, actually, this kind of kiss can't fully express my gratitude. After all, ma'am, your hospitality was so warm before. I need to give an equivalent gift in return." Mu Xiaoxiao turned to the silent man.
"Mr. Obata, I'm going to the bedroom with your wife next, to let her feel my gratitude. Is that alright?"
The man with the green hat on his head wasn't angry at being so blatantly insulted. Instead, he smiled. "Of course... Actually, you don't need to go to the bedroom. You can do it here. I won't bother you."
"..."
The corners of Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched. He looked at him strangely, then turned to the young woman beside him. He almost couldn't hold back. What was wrong with this suffering idiot? The husband should be furious now. Though he didn't mind—
Even if he was just a tool, he wasn't interested in letting other men take advantage.
Even if they were the real couple.
"Forget it. Mrs. Natsumi won't be able to relax here. The bedroom has more atmosphere."
Hearing Mu Xiaoxiao's refusal, Natsumi's husband was obviously a little disappointed.
"Speaking of which, I saw your wedding photos in the bedroom." Mu Xiaoxiao kneaded Mrs. Natsumi's plump breasts into various shapes, unable to put them down. He laughed. "Mrs. Natsumi, the way you look at him is enviable."
"Really? Natsumi and I have always had a good relationship." Mr. Obata laughed.
"Um~ yes, yes. I've always loved my husband." Mrs. Natsumi rubbed her legs together, moaning while being ravaged by Mu Xiaoxiao. She spoke intermittently.
"Yes, this love is truly enviable." Mu Xiaoxiao sniffed the married woman's shoulder. He licked her skin, felt the delicate touch, and hugged her waist with one hand.
"Ma'am, let's go."
"Well, husband. Mu-kun and I will go back to the bedroom first." Before leaving, she didn't forget to say to her husband, "We'll come down after accepting Mu-kun's return gift."
"You go." Mr. Obata squeezed out a smile. He watched his wife's sexy body being hugged by the boy upstairs until she disappeared from sight. Then he looked at the table of dishes before him.
Eating the meals made with love by his wife.
But he felt like he was chewing wax. He wasn't in the mood to eat. He put down his chopsticks and paced back and forth in the living room, thinking of his wife serving that Mu Xiaoxiao on the bed in the bedroom.
A flame burned in his body.
The lust that had been silent for many years made him restless. He went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed his face with cold water. The cold touch couldn't extinguish the flame.
In the end, he couldn't restrain himself. He tiptoed upstairs, came to the bedroom door, and pressed his ear against it to eavesdrop.
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No sound? Weren't they doing that kind of thing?
The suffering husband didn't hear anything. Not because they weren't doing anything—it's just that what they were doing inside was a little different from what he thought.
Holding her plump breasts with both hands, she used her soft flesh to squeeze his dragon. His wife not only served with her breasts, but also used her lips and tongue.
Her tongue loomed in her open, alluring mouth. The thing that had entered her body several times and made the beautiful wife climax was now deeply sucked into her small mouth.
Her bright red tongue left traces on it...
The taste and smell made Obata Natsumi's eyes blur. This was the bad thing that had entered her body before, now messing around in her mouth... This was the first time for her.
Now, she was going to completely change into Mu-kun's shape... It was obviously just a thank-you gift.
She couldn't live without him more and more...
This kind of happiness—after experiencing it, she never wanted to let it go. Mrs. Natsumi thought silently. Her eyes turned into pink hearts again. Her unfamiliar serving movements became more and more proficient, like a succubus sucking.
She wanted to squeeze the boy in front of her dry.
In the face of Mrs. Natsumi's hard work, even if he wasted a heart, Mu Xiaoxiao didn't feel bad.
Instead, he was very comfortable.
"Woo—"
Seeing the wife kneeling before him, choking and covering her mouth, Mu Xiaoxiao reached out and touched her face. "Mrs. Natsumi, this is my thank-you gift. You must accept it carefully."
Gulp—
She nodded. After swallowing, she opened her red lips and stuck out her tongue. "Well... I've received all of Mu-kun's gifts~"
After speaking, her eyes went wide.
It was all over. Why was his dragon still so... hard?
Was Mu-kun that powerful? How many times had he come today?