"Aunt Shizuka's mother, you seem much more excited than usual. Is it too tight?"
The sound of the mattress rebounding echoed continuously. Nobi Hiroshi leaned panting against the pillow to rest. The room had air conditioning, so it wasn't very hot.
The automatic transmission car was driving on the highway in autonomous mode. Perhaps there was a problem with the chassis, causing it to bounce up and down.
Each time, the accelerator was pressed to the floor, then released, then pressed to the floor again, then released again.
Repeatedly, with extreme acceleration and deceleration, shouts from below the highway occasionally told the large vehicle to pull over, and the car key was twisted until it was red hot.
"You...how can you even say that? You little rascal, you're the one who got me into this state."
Madam Jingyu actively stuck out her tongue to kiss his collarbone, her cheeks flushed beyond belief.
Then, during the frequent 'learning sessions,' she struggled to say, "The car key is almost worn out...and you're letting others hear the engine, mmm-hmm~~~"
"What's wrong with that?"
"If you have the capital, of course you should show it off. I think the sound could be sweeter."
Nobi Hiroshi wrapped one arm around his wife's waist, their breaths perfectly in sync.
His other hand skillfully climbed what felt like the world's highest mountains and rivers.
"Don't pull...!"
A jolt of delicate coyness, her voice was immediately drowned out, leaving only adorable hums.
"Shizuka's mother, do you want a child?"
Nobi Hiroshi looked down from above, 'learning' in a missionary position, holding up two flags.
The 'textbook' was pressed down.
"Alright, as long as it's what Xiao Hong wants. Since we can now, it's fine to have another one, lest we can't later."
Yuan Jingyu's voice was full of shyness, like mist, her breath hot, speaking intermittently in extreme excitement.
After Zheng Tai's teeth chattered and the extensive 'magic' ended, his wife gently stroked the back of his head.
The car key remained unchanged; after all, this was merely a rest stop on a journey.
"!!!"
"Just like that...being...being..."
"It's still going...why...why can't I be like that..."
Under the pitch-black bed, Yuan Yixiong couldn't believe the answer he was hearing.
But his wife's calls, each louder than the last, constantly echoed in his ears, reminding him that the 'war' had been going on for a long time.
How could he not feel heartbroken when his own wife was so intimately entwined with another young man? His entire heart began to waver.
He wanted to just fall asleep, but another force stubbornly propped him up; it was an unprecedented experience.
He should have been angry, but his heart didn't feel that way. Listening to Yuan Jingyu's delicate coyness, he actually felt a hint of satisfaction. So, his virtuous wife had this side to her.
The man's breathing gradually became rapid, and his mind also began to get excited, gradually developing in a strange direction.
A dark seed took root and sprouted.
...
...
The next day, the first rays of morning sun penetrated the gauze-like curtains, spilling into the room and rendering everything in a hazy golden glow.
Nobi Hiroshi was still sound asleep on the bed, a pair of snake-like arms wrapped around his back, pressing her into the soft sweetness.
"Time to wake up, Xiao Hong. Even though it's the weekend, you can't sleep in, you know."
"Auntie still needs to make breakfast for Shizuka, otherwise her extracurricular class will be late."
His wife twisted her body, lying on Zheng Tai's chest, purring softly like a cat.
One hand pressed against her lower abdomen, hmm, slowly changing with the arrival of morning.
"Mmm...then hurry up and go..."
Hiroshi woke up groggily, his sleep quality not up to par, having only rested for about three or four hours.
"Mmm."
Yuan Jingyu leaned down for a kiss, leaving reluctantly. A sense of emptiness instantly invaded her. She slowly went to the closet to change into her loungewear, preparing to go downstairs to make breakfast for her daughter.
However, she first had to go to the bathroom, otherwise she would make the floor dirty.
"Woo woo~"
From the victim's perspective, he could see the ankles; the larger feet did not belong to the young man.
Angry shouts once again echoed from under the bed. The haggard Yuan Yixiong pressed his head against the top, his limbs swinging back and forth.
"Good morning, Yixiong Uncle!"
"How did you sleep last night? Or did you not sleep at all?"
"The free resources must have been pretty good, hehehe. Too bad you have to go on a business trip, so you won't be able to listen for a long time."
Nobi Hiroshi used telekinesis to drag the man out from under the bed, then changed his clothes and looked at him with a smile.
Such dark circles under his eyes; it seemed he really hadn't slept all night. How pathetic, he couldn't even 'generate electricity' himself.
"Woo woo woo~" (You bastard)
The man looked at the young boy with hatred, wishing he could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin. He never imagined such a hateful young man would run into his nest. His daughter truly brought a wolf into the house.
"Alright, Uncle, don't get so agitated. Auntie just made a mistake that every woman makes. You'll forgive her, won't you?"
"Hehehe~"
Nobi Hiroshi sat silently in the chair, watching the victim's angry face with amusement.
Swinging his feet, after seeing Shizuka's receding figure outside the window, he untied Mr. Yuan Yixiong's ropes, allowing him to regain his freedom.
"You brat, I'll kill you!"
Yuan Yixiong suddenly stood up and rushed downstairs. Having suffered such inhuman humiliation, no man could accept it.
He rushed directly into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, swung his arm, and powerfully brought it down towards Hiroshi.
"Stop right there! What are you doing?"
Yuan Jingyu angrily shouted, blocking her husband, who was about to lose control.
However, Hiroshi was no ordinary Zheng Tai; he directly used telekinesis to pin the victim to the ground.
"What's going on? Why can't I move? What did you do, you bastard?"
Face-down on the ground, Yuan Yixiong's eyes were wide with rage, staring intently at the figure before him.
"Yixiong, stop being unreasonable. I don't love you anymore."
"I know you can't accept this fact right away, so, let's get a divorce..."
Shizuka's mother said mercilessly, her brows filled with coldness, showing no intention of holding back.
"No, no!"
"You know I love you very much. Even if you don't think for me, you should think about Shizuka's feelings."
Yixiong burst into tears, almost begging as he knelt on the ground, the 'light' above his head seemingly growing dimmer.
Even so, he still deeply loved his wife.
She pursed her lips, looking at her weak husband, her disgust growing another notch.
This was her biggest concession; if possible, divorce would be the best option, as she didn't want Nobi Hiroshi to misunderstand.
Moreover, she had to consider her daughter's psychology, not wanting her to be a child without a father, even if this father was only in name.
As for listening at the door, wasn't that also for his sake? He could still hear the sounds, couldn't he?