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Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. As expected of a married woman, her level of cooperation was remarkable. Unlike when she was with that lecherous fox, she had to exert herself.
Aunt Mafei's instinctive cooperation is the most comfortable way to behave.
There's no need to think about anything; just follow your instincts, leave the rest to Aunt Mafei, and enjoy yourself.
Her shirt wasn't taken off; it was just left open like that.
Shirakawa Natsu was planning to do the mission seriously, but at this point, her body was gradually driven by instinct, and she lowered her head, her entire face completely sunken in.
After biting for a while, I heard Aunt Mafei breathing slightly in my ear.
Raising her head, Aunt Mafei's face was even more flushed than when she was drunk, and her small mouth was slightly open. The soft breathing she had just heard came from her open lips.
Looking at her luscious lips, he couldn't resist and lowered his head to kiss her again, with the same familiar level of cooperation.
Shirakawa Natsu suddenly glanced at the bedside table, where there was a photo frame lying face down.
"Strange?" Shirakawa Natsu frowned. Usually, the picture frames placed on the bedside table wouldn't be folded down like this.
This is very unlucky.
He became curious about the photo frame and reached out to lift it up to see who it belonged to.
As he reached out, Hojo Maki beneath him suddenly opened her eyes slightly.
Shirakawa Natsu's muscles tensed, her outstretched hand frozen in mid-air. Had she sobered up? Why so quickly?
"Xia...Xia?" Hojo Maki seemed not to be fully sober yet. Her beautiful eyes were slightly open, still tinged with drunkenness, and she murmured, "What are you doing?"
"Um, Aunt Mafei, you're a little hot. I'm wiping your sweat for you," Shirakawa Natsumi said, picking up a towel from the side.
He didn't know if Hojo Maki was hot or not; he was sweating profusely.
"Hmm." Hojo Maki murmured, closing her eyes slightly. "Wipe it."
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"Phew..." Shirakawa Natsumi let out a long breath, his soul had just jumped out of his mouth in fright.
His gaze shifted from the photo frame to Aunt Mafei.
Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she seemed a little more sober now than when she was completely drunk.
She didn't seem to have any questions about her clothes being torn open, her bra thrown aside, and her chest exposed.
It seems he hasn't fully sobered up yet, and is somewhere between half asleep and half awake.
Shirakawa Natsu found it strange and instinctively felt that Aunt Maki was faking being drunk, but logically speaking, she had no reason to pretend to be drunk.
"I don't want to think about these things anymore." Shirakawa Natsumi banished these messy thoughts from her mind.
Whether he's pretending to be drunk or genuinely drunk, he has to complete his mission.
He tentatively reached out and grasped her breast. Without her bra, it felt like squeezing into a cream cake—incredibly soft.
"Aunt Mafei, you're sweating. Let me wipe you down first."
Of course, the fat doesn't sweat; it's just the saliva he left behind.
Hojo Maki, her beautiful eyes closed, replied, "Mmm."
Shirakawa Natsu tried to exert force, and it was hard to describe in words. It felt comfortable, and she could play with it for a year without getting tired of it.
He observed Hojo Maki's expression; her eyes were closed, her beautiful lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was heavier than before.
Fine sweat appeared in the center of her palms, making them sticky and hard. With each squeeze, Hojo Maki's small mouth opened slightly wider.
Shirakawa Natsu couldn't resist lowering her head and putting it into her mouth.
Her beautiful lips immediately closed, enveloping his tongue.
After enjoying the married woman's mouth for a while, Shirakawa Natsu resisted the urge to leave it inside for a year and withdrew her tongue.
Happy birthday, Aunt Mafei.
He kissed her lips while talking to her to determine her level of intoxication.
Hojo Maki opened her mouth and said, "Th...thank you."
Shirakawa Natsu brought her mouth close to her neck again, wanting to leave her mark on that snow-white neck.
Without stopping her hands, she opened her mouth, gently bit a little bit of the flesh on her neck, and sucked.
"Ah." Hojo Maki let out a soft hum, raising her neck slightly to make it easier for him to kiss her.
A small red mark was left on the snow-white neck of the aloof and beautiful married woman.
Shirakawa Natsu wiped her mouth, looked at the marks she had left behind, and felt a silent impulse rise in her heart.
He himself couldn't understand why he was more easily aroused when he was lying on top of Hojo Maki.
My body seems to be starting to lose control of my reason.
The power of a mature married woman is terrifying.
"Do you like the cake I sent?" Shirakawa Natsu lowered her head again, biting her lip lightly with her teeth, not caring how much lipstick she had eaten.
"I don't like it." Hojo Maki bit her lip, her breath coming in gasps, but she tried her best to answer: "Too ugly."
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, somewhat annoyed. She had worked so hard to make it, but Aunt Maki was too materialistic. Or perhaps this was the difference between married women and young girls; they cared about usability.
A surge of vengeful desire rose within him, and he clasped his hands together forcefully.
"Ah." Hojo Maki frowned slightly and let out a soft cry of pain.
After venting his anger, Shirakawa Natsu immediately let go, afraid of hurting him.
Seeing her dazed expression, he finally asked the question that mattered most to him: "Why has Aunt Mafei been keeping her distance from me these past few days?"
After asking the question, he looked closely at Hojo Maki's luscious lips, hoping that the answer would come from them.
Hojo Maki appeared to be asleep, her lips slightly parted, but she remained silent.
Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment, unable to get an answer, so he came to pursue Aunt Maki, in addition to being prepared.
Another reason is that Kanna Hojo once said that he resembled her father.
Therefore, I should be more like Aunt Mafei's husband.
If she's truly lonely and wants to find someone to fill the emotional void, it should be him who's more likely to enter her body.
Aunt Mafei would only deliberately keep her distance if she was afraid of falling in love with him.
Shirakawa Natsumi didn't believe this reason, just like what Aunt Maki said to Mukai Yu: don't fantasize that a married woman over thirty would value chastity.
Shirakawa Natsumi cleared her head of these random thoughts and leaned close to her ear, saying, "Aunt Maki, your feet are sweaty too, let me wipe them for you."
He reluctantly let go of her hands and placed them on either side of her hips, finding the zipper of her pencil skirt.
"Hmm." Hojo Maki slightly raised her waist, allowing him to easily remove her figure-hugging skirt that accentuated her curves.
The view beneath the skirt, the scenery within the black stockings, was finally fully exposed.
These are opaque pantyhose that go all the way up to the waist. The pantyhose are stretched at the hip bone, making them appear thinner.
Through the pantyhose, you can see the black openwork underwear underneath.
A glamorous married woman wearing only pantyhose.
Shirakawa Natsu felt a tickle in her nose and resisted the urge to press her face against it, a perverted act.
Her hand roamed over his thigh, admiring the beautiful body of this mature married woman. Why would she have feelings for Yu Mukai?
Do you really think that guy is a good person, someone you can use and then not have to take responsibility for?
He placed his palm on his pubic bone, and with a little pressure from his fingers, the stockings sank in slightly.
Hojo Maki evoked complex feelings in Shirakawa Natsu.
She is a good mother. When her daughter is around, she keeps herself clean and virtuous. Kanna has never seen her get close to any boy.
After her daughter left, she revealed her lonely side as a wife.
He couldn't judge Aunt Mafei in the conventional sense of good or bad.
As these random thoughts popped into his mind, he suddenly felt a strange, muddy sensation on his fingers, and when he lifted them, it felt like they were being stretched.
Shirakawa Natsu was stunned. Just a touch, and this is what happened?
What a huge quantity it must be to achieve this even with two layers in between.
At the same time, in a deserted corner of the Dongda campus.
"I don't want you to go." Ryoko Arishima hugged Yu Mukai from behind.
Yu Mukai raised his wrist, glanced at the time—8:15—and gave a bitter smile: “It’s pointless now, I’ve missed the time.”
Ryoko Arishima looked at him with surprise and delight, then suddenly threw herself into his arms.
Looking at the night sky, Yu Mukai said, "It's no use going now. I've broken my promise again."
Ryoko Arishima hugged him tightly: "When I was with you, I always endured it. I wanted to be a good girl, thinking that I would definitely find happiness that way, but in the end, I still failed, so..."
After she finished speaking, she looked up at Yu Mukai and said, "I don't want to have any more regrets. I want to find my true self and be with Yu, okay? I'll be your model, help you with your competitions, and win the gold medal at the Tokyo Photography Contest. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
“I’m sorry, Ryoko.” Yu Mukai shook his head, picked up the dress from the ground, put it back on her, and looked at her, saying, “You made me realize who I am. I don’t hate photography. I will pick up the camera again.”
Ryoko Arishima stared at him blankly, clearly not expecting this turn of events, looking at him in disbelief.
"I will talk to the person I like," Yu Mukai said with a smile. "She will definitely support me."
Ryoko Arishima swayed slightly, her eyes red, and pointed at herself: "Then what about me? What am I?"
“Ryoko, I…” Yu Mukai hesitated, grasping her slender arm. “Please understand me. After all, we’ve been apart for so long. And during this time, she gave me a new life, she was my guide, and she was by my side during the darkest time of my life, so…”
Ryoko Arishima laughed angrily, tears streaming down her face as she stared at Yu Mukai: "So you mean you want me to wait?"
"You've misunderstood me, that's not what I meant." Yu Mukai quickly waved his hand and explained, "I promised her that I would only love her. I can't let her down. Ryoko wouldn't want me to be a person who doesn't keep his promise, would she?"
Tears streamed down Ryoko Arishima's face as she lowered her head, the night already enveloping the earth.
When Ryoko Arishima lowered her head, her expression was not visible.
"Ryoko, are you alright?" Yu Mukai asked anxiously.
Ryoko Arishima suddenly looked up, a sorrowful smile on her face: "I understand, Yu. I will wait for you. What can I do? I like you."
Yu Mukai's face showed struggle as he reached out and pulled her into his arms: "I'm sorry, Ryoko."
"Hmm." Ryoko Arishima pushed him away with both hands and smiled, "Then go quickly and go back to the person you like. Although you're a little late, she will definitely forgive you. After all, you rejected a girl's confession for her sake, didn't you?"
Yu Mukai hesitated for a moment, then nodded and bowed ninety degrees to Ryoko Arishima: "Thank you, Ryoko. I'm sorry, I can't make any promises to you, but I will pick up the camera again."
"Go on." Ryoko Arishima gently nudged him. "Todai is a beautiful place. I want to be alone for a while."
“But…” Yu Mukai showed concern.
"Don't worry." Ryoko Arishima put her hands behind her back and smiled as usual. "I want to see Yu get back on his feet and reclaim the honor that rightfully belongs to you. Go now. You rejected me and chose to be with that person. Don't let him down."
A look of relief crossed Mukai Yu's face, and he nodded vigorously: "Thank you."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the school gate. After running a few steps, he turned back and waved to Ryoko Arishima: "I made a promise with you, I will definitely win the gold medal in photography!"
Ryoko Arishima wore a carefree smile until Yu Mukai ran out of sight, at which point her eyes instantly turned cold.
She took out her phone, edited a message, and sent it to Shirakawa Natsu.
In Hojo Maki's room.
Shirakawa Natsu had already taken off his clothes and was holding Maki's long, stockinged leg in his arms. He didn't take off her pantyhose and was rubbing against her while kissing her calf.
"Ding-dong!" A text message notification sounded on my phone.
Shirakawa Natsu was startled, quickly stopped rubbing against him, picked up her phone, and opened the text message.
He and Ryoko Arishima had an agreement that if she and Yu Mukai broke up, she would immediately send him a text message.
When Shirakawa Natsu opened the message, she found it was longer than she had imagined.
He read the entire content at a glance, even stopping his caress of Consort Ma's jade-like feet.
His face was full of question marks. He had anticipated many options for Mukai Yu, but he never expected such a bizarre move.
Does this guy really think he's the male protagonist of a harem anime?
And he's on his way here now.