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Then, she lifted her jade-like foot upwards with her left hand.
Hiding by the door, Yu Mukai saw this scene and his legs went weak, causing him to sit down on the ground. In his imagination, Shirakawa Natsu was using all her strength to ram into the senior she admired, and with each thrust, her legs would be pushed upwards and she would jump off the bed.
Such force showed absolutely no mercy or tenderness.
What made Yu Mukai feel even more desperate was that his dashing senior was treated so brutally, yet he did not resist.
The sounds of slapping continued to come from the room, like heavy punches, one after another hitting his chest.
The person you admire is just someone else's velvet ball.
Chapter 177: Holding my head and crying
Shirakawa Natsu patted Jingu Nao's buttocks; they weren't perky, but delicate and girlish. He didn't dare to pat too hard, afraid of damaging them.
The fox's curves are like a work of art, and its tail always sways unconsciously, which is quite interesting.
Aunt Mafei has a completely different art style.
After giving birth, a woman's pelvis widens, making Aunt Mafei's already enviable figure even more feminine.
The room was filled with constant "slapping" sounds, each slap like a surging wave.
Shirakawa Natsu is not a pervert, nor does she have any strange hobbies.
But after repeated blows, each one felt like hitting cream, and my palm sank in.
"Hmm." Hojo Maki lay on the bed, letting out a suppressed sound.
Shirakawa Natsu's sage mode gradually dissipated amidst the suppressed voice, and she began to stir restlessly.
He discovered that with each pat, Hojo Maki would lift her head slightly to match his hand movements.
The traces left behind in order to complete the task were gradually revealed as the object was patted.
He couldn't tell for a moment whose it was.
"I can't take it anymore." Shirakawa Natsu gasped for breath, withdrew her hand, looked at her reddened skin, and felt a strong urge to do something later.
Think of something and then act on it.
Outside the door, Yu Mukai heard the crashing stop, his heart already shattered.
In his vision, those sexy jade feet had changed to a toe-down position, and between the two feet, the man's foot was also pointing downwards.
The image flashed through Yu Mukai's mind: Shirakawa Natsu was lying on the back of his admired female boss.
He watched two pairs of feet swaying in his field of vision. If the sound of the impact just now was like a hammer hitting his heart, now it was like being slowly ground down with a dull knife.
Compared to the loud noise just now, the silence, with only the sight of the feet swaying, is even more torturous.
He pictured his boss's usually serious and earnest face, now showing an expression he had never seen before in front of another man.
One after another.
"No...no." Mukai Yu held his head in his hands, panting heavily. What he couldn't accept even more was that his body had reacted.
I leaned close to the doorway, as if I could smell the unique, mature scent of my long-awaited boss, and I could almost hear a soft sound.
It was a familiar voice, yet strange, and it belonged to a man.
My mind seems to drift back to that hot afternoon several years ago.
He watched his porcelain doll-like girlfriend, dressed in adult underwear, striking various poses.
She was pressed against the male model's body.
And that's what he was looking at too.
Yu Mukai knew he couldn't watch anymore, but his body was out of control, and his feet felt like they were nailed to the floor.
A mature lover I like, a senior I admire.
That stern-looking, yet caring, beautiful boss.
That woman who was once out of reach, but whose relationship with me has recently become closer.
She was already so close, so close to success, so why was she lying in another man's arms?
"Huff... huff..." Yu Mukai's voice grew heavier and heavier, as if all his strength had been drained.
He collapsed weakly onto the wooden floor.
Inside the room, Shirakawa Natsu was startled. She seemed to hear a thud. Did Mukai Yu dare to push the door open again?
If you want to stop it, you should come in at the very first shot.
Now that the second round is over, the person you like has taken my shape.
He glanced quickly at the door, and seeing nothing amiss, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He spread his legs and changed to a sitting position, placing Hojo Maki's legs apart and on either side of his waist, sitting on his lap.
Then hold her soft body in your arms, a position that allows you to kiss her neck and lips at the same time.
The most wonderful thing is that Aunt Mafei's waist will gently move back and forth in rhythm, which is something you can't experience with any other woman.
It saves a lot of effort.
The only downside is that there are too many of them, and they're a bit slippery, but the "plop, plop" sounds are part of the experience.
Shirakawa Natsu no longer cared about Mukai Yu outside the door; today he was going to test the limits of the powerful minotaur's kidneys.
Outside the door, Yu Mukai got up from the ground. He finally dared not stay there any longer and fled back to his room.
It's heartbreaking enough to find that the person you admire is someone else's velvet ball.
But he encountered an even deeper despair; the owner of the velvet ball was stronger than him, and by a much greater margin.
He hid at the door for half an hour, but still hadn't rested.
She doesn't like me and won't be happy; he couldn't even say something like that to comfort me or avoid the situation.
The feeling of helplessness made him feel as if he had fallen into the deep sea, with bitter seawater filling his nose and making it impossible for him to breathe.
The feeling of suffocation made him grab his throat and struggle desperately, trying to grab onto anything, anything at all.
"Ring ring ring!" Suddenly, a cell phone rang.
"Ah!" Yu Mukai screamed, as if he had come back to his senses from a hallucination, like a drowning person who had been rescued from the water.
"Huff, huff." He answered the phone, panting heavily.
"Yu, did I disturb you?" Ryoko Arishima's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Did you succeed in your confession?"
“I…” Xiangjing Yu was stunned. Upon hearing this, the image of those sexy jade feet parting and then swaying with a pair of male feet appeared in his mind again.
He remained silent for a long time, then Ryoko Arisuma's voice came through again: "Sorry, it seems things aren't going very smoothly, but I'll support you. Good luck."
Yu Mukai was taken aback. In his most painful moment, hearing encouragement, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
"Thank you... thank you, Ryoko." Yu Mukai's eyes were filled with gratitude.
"After all, Yu was the boy who rejected me, and I hope to find happiness." Ryoko Arishima's voice was gentle, understanding, and had the power to heal hearts.
“I…” Yu Mukai said, feeling healed.
in the room.
Shirakawa Natsu let out a low growl, feeling completely relaxed. Instead of getting out immediately, she collapsed onto the bed.
My phone chimed with a text message.
Shirakawa Natsu picked up her phone; the sender was Arishima Ryoko.
The message was short; it asked me to meet him tomorrow.
He frowned slightly, holding Aunt Maki's soft body in his arms. The mission was complete, and he didn't really want to contact Ryoko Arishima.
He didn't have a very good impression of Ryoko Arishima either, even though she looked like a porcelain doll and was his first love with dark skin and long, straight hair.
But Shirakawa Natsu instinctively knew that artists were all somewhat different from ordinary people in spirit.
Their thinking is also different from that of normal people.
Everyone has moments when, deep down, evil and grotesque thoughts arise.
For most normal people, it's just a thought; they'll be fine after rinsing off.
Shirakawa Natsu could sense that Arishima Ryoko was truly capable of such actions; her shyness and humility were merely a protective facade.
But there was loneliness in her eyes, a weariness of the boring reality.
She craved something stimulating, something beyond the bounds of normal ethics, whether you call it art or perversion.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about these things anymore." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and put down her phone.
Since there was still a long time in the evening, he placed his fingers on Aunt Mafei's tailbone.
Since you're pretending to be asleep, let's find a new place to go today.
……
The next morning came.
Sunlight streamed through the window into the room. Shirakawa Natsu slightly opened her eyes, feeling something in her mouth, her face sinking into a soft, sweet sensation.
Open your mouth and spit it out.
Shirakawa Natsu gradually woke up from her sleep. She was too tired towards the end of last night, so she hugged Aunt Maki and fell asleep.
Looking at the beauty in his arms, Hojo Maki's beautiful eyes were closed; she was still asleep, her forehead slightly disheveled.
The lipstick on her sexy lips had been wiped off; part of it was from his kisses, and part of it was from his rubbing off later.
Aunt Ma Fei is so skilled. As long as you put it in, she can pretend to be drunk, without moving her head, and just use her tongue in her mouth to make you feel very comfortable.
He lingered there for a long time last night, reluctant to leave.
He looked back again. Last night he wanted to open up a new battlefield, but as expected, it was too difficult without the help of props.
After trying for a while, Aunt Mafei wouldn't cooperate, and he couldn't get in no matter what he did, so he had to give up.
It was a regret, and he could only wait for another opportunity. Actually, he really wanted to see what was different about a mature married woman.
If a guy's penis is too tight, it's tiring. It's more about the psychological pleasure of bullying a handsome woman, and the actual experience isn't good.
Hojo Maki's chest rose and fell with her breath, and her chest wasn't clean.
He did try it yesterday, but when he got close, he always put it back in the normal position.
He always felt a strange sense of psychological satisfaction from this mature married woman, Neise, and he enjoyed it immensely last night as well.
In short, a lot happened last night.
His palm stroked Aunt Mafei's smooth skin, and he began to get restless again, not knowing how long she intended to pretend to be asleep.
The plane is in the afternoon, and we won't see each other again for another two weeks.
We must meet again.
Shirakawa Natsu lay on her side behind her, reached her arm into the back of her knee, lifted one of her feet, and easily slipped inside from behind.
The movements are slow, like savoring fine wine, requiring careful appreciation.
Soon, he felt Aunt Mafei also slightly shifting her waist to cooperate with him.
An experience beyond words, so relaxing, like soaking in a hot spring.
Aside from the rewards, the biggest gain from this mission was the progress in my relationship with Aunt Mafei.
He was very confident in his performance last night; with the aid of his powerful minotaur kidneys and heart, he was twice as strong as a strong man.
If he wasn't mistaken, Aunt Mafei had been raising her daughter alone all these years, and a woman's loneliness can accumulate.
Shirakawa Natsumi could feel that she had been completely satisfied last night.
Their relationship had progressed to this point, which could be considered a semi-romantic relationship.
I feel a bit bad for Kanna. I said I was going to help her mother, but I ended up helping her with her physical needs as well.
Lost in thought about all these random things, I heard Aunt Mafei's breathing gradually getting heavier.
She has already woken up, or perhaps she has been awake for a while.
Shirakawa Natsumi also felt she had reached her limit.