A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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"Makoto-kun~" She leaned close to Makoto's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "Miwa-nee said she's too busy today and won't be coming."

"so?"

Jingu Makoto turned his head and met her beautiful eyes, which were like red crystals.

"So let's just come to my house. Anyway, there's an event at school this afternoon, so we don't have class."

Murasaki Natsume's voice was low, but it couldn't hide her excitement.

The hem of her uniform skirt fluttered slightly with her light steps, revealing her fair and slender calves.

"Natsume-chan, Makoto-kun!"

Akane's voice came from behind. The red-haired girl jogged to catch up with them, her slightly out-of-breath chest causing the hem of her uniform to rise and fall gently.

And so, Makoto Jingu found himself sandwiched between two girls with very different yet equally captivating styles, his arms occasionally brushing against their soft bodies.

Bathed in sunlight, the three of them walked briskly toward the Murasaki family home.

Back home, with the home advantage, Shinomiya Natsume left a message saying "Wait for me" and quickly flew into the bedroom.

She's going to make a big splash today and make up for the emptiness of the past two days.

As Nanao Akane watched Shinomiya Natsuha's figure disappear, she suddenly turned to Jingu Makoto and said mysteriously:

"Cheng-kun, I've prepared a surprise for you this time~"

Before Jingu Makoto could ask anything, the bedroom door opened again.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Natsumi Murasaki walked out with elegant cat-like steps, this time choosing an outfit that was extremely revealing.

She was barely dressed on her upper body, her beautiful shoulders and alluring breasts completely exposed, exuding a captivating sensuality.

Her massive, surging breasts swayed from side to side with her steps. Two thick, dark purple stripes extended from the necklace around her neck, obscuring her two snow-capped peaks.

There is no other protection; you can simply lift the thin strip to open the lid and drink.

Below her large breasts, Natsumi Murasaki wore a pale purple dress that matched her figure, extending from the bottom of her breasts to the base of her long legs, fluttering behind her with her light steps.

The skirt was embroidered with hydrangeas, their pink petals adding a touch of charm and vibrancy.

She wore black pantyhose that covered her from her feet to her waist. The shades of the black pantyhose were just right, giving it a deep and alluring look while subtly revealing the color of her legs.

The whole person gave Jingu Makoto a noble and elegant feeling.

Seeing that Jingu Makoto seemed somewhat captivated by her, Shinomiya Natsuha revealed a smug smile.

She walked leisurely to Makoto Jingu, her red lips parting slightly: "Oh my, Makoto-kun is engrossed in what you're watching~"

Akane Nanao stared wide-eyed at Natsume Murasaki's combat outfit.

Although they were close sisters who had shared hardships, they secretly competed with each other to see who could win Chengjun's favor.

She never expected that Natsumi Murasaki would wear such clothes.

This is probably what contrast is all about; in the blink of an eye, Nanao Akane understood Murasaki Natsume's intentions.

Because Natsumi Murasaki usually acts rather fiery in front of Sei-kun, she chose this classic and elegant dress to provoke Sei-kun's destructive desires.

But Natsume-chan, this time we're thinking the same thing!

Akane Nanao narrowed her eyes, then darted in front of Makoto Jingu, blocking Natsume Murasaki.

She imitated how Natsume Murasaki usually acted when she had a fever, and spoke in a coquettish voice.

"Cheng-kun, I have some good ones here too~"

Oh wow, there's another expert!

Under Makoto Jingu's expectant gaze, she reached into the collar of her JK uniform and pulled out a golden twin-tail wig and a cheerleading outfit.

Akane Nanao smiled sweetly and began unbuttoning her uniform without any embarrassment.

As the clothes slipped off one by one, her snow-white skin shone with a pearly luster under the light.

Her proud, full breasts swayed gently with her movements, their tips already erect with excitement.

Murasaki Natsumi watched helplessly as Nanao Akane changed into that sexy cheerleader outfit.

The skirt was so short it barely covered her hips, revealing glimpses of her full, plump breasts and mysterious triangle.

The tight-fitting top, revealing her waist and abdomen, completely covered her full and proud curves, but it also boldly had two openings, offering two bright red hearts to Shingu Makoto.

If Murasaki no Miyako needs to be eaten immediately after opening the lid, then hers can be drunk directly.

Those legs, clad in pure white stockings, looked incredibly pristine. The tight stockings accentuated the fullness of her thighs, making one yearn to reach out and pinch them.

Finally, Akane Nanao put on the golden twin-tail wig, instantly transforming from a lively girl with short red hair into a blonde twin-tailed cheerleader sweetheart.

"Master~" Akane Nanao called out in a deliberately sweet voice, striking a standard cheering pose, "Do you like this?"

This was her tactic; compared to Natsume Murasaki, she usually appeared more serious.

So she decided to become as alluring as Natsume-chan, to give Makoto a different experience.

Damn it! Shinomiya Natsume gritted her teeth, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes. She would never admit defeat so easily.

With languid steps, Shinomiya Natsumi approached Jingu Makoto, her slender fingers drawing suggestive spirals on his taut chest.

Her foxy eyes seemed to bewitch souls, and with each flutter of her eyelashes, Jingu Makoto's breath tightened even more.

Her breath carried the sweet scent of peaches, drawing out sticky, silvery threads between them.

Full of confidence, Shinomiya Natsume believed that she could definitely surpass Nanao Akane in her current form and take the first shot.

Not to be outdone, Nanao Akane raised her chin, lightly licked her cherry lips with her tongue, and imitated the alluring posture of the cheerleaders in her memory, slowly swaying her waist in front of Jingu Makoto.

*Pop!*

Under the influence of gravity, the heavy fruits swayed gently, their pinkish hues gleaming with a crystalline luster that nearly blinded Jingu Makoto.

He smiled as he watched the two people in front of him fiercely arguing over who would please him first.

It's so interesting when these women fight!

While observing, Makoto Jingu had already made up his mind.

He reached out and pulled Nanao Akane into his arms, giving her a hard slap on her shapely buttocks, which elicited a soft cry from her.

Then, to Natsumi Murasaki's incredulous gaze, she carried Akane Nanao into the bedroom.

Natsumi Murasaki never imagined that even after trying so hard to seduce him, she still wouldn't succeed.

With a thud, her soft body landed on the bed.

Then, Makoto Jingu peeked out of the bedroom door and smiled, "I've decided to go with Akane first today. As for Natsume, you can just stay at the door and keep an eye on things."

"Ah~"

Murasaki no Natsume looked surprised. Not only was she not allowed to have the first soup, but she couldn't even participate in it.

Just as she was about to say something, her body, under the control of Makoto Jingu, had involuntarily walked to the bedroom door and stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Akane Nanao presented Makoto Jingu with plump fruits, while glancing smugly at Natsume Murasaki.

This is actually the first time she's ever defeated Natsume-chan!

"No!" Natsume Murasaki cried out in her heart.

Watching Makoto Jingu and Akane Nanao exercise like this was worse than killing her.

Jingu Makoto glanced at Murasaki Natsume, who was standing guard at the entrance, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

This is punishment for not turning off the engine in the morning!

Chapter 63 Ice Cream

"Cheng-kun~ The summits of these two mountains you like best are right here~"

Faced with the dough offered by Akane Nanao, Makoto Jingu skillfully began to work with it.

Sometimes kneading vigorously, sometimes gently squeezing from the bottom upwards...

With his superb skills, the dough was shaped into all sorts of beautiful shapes.

Seeing the ripe fruit, Makoto Jingu lowered his head without any hesitation and began to eat and take some, enjoying the feast to his heart's content.

"Yeah~"

A melodious and gentle voice flowed from Nanao Akane's throat, her fair neck tilting back slightly.

Her eyes were filled with longing. She licked her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue, leaned forward, and offered her the first kiss of the day.

"Chirp~"

A playful chuckle accompanied the girl's soft, agile little tongue as she probed into Shinji's mouth.

Jingu Makoto responded enthusiastically, and the two wet little red snakes intertwined, chasing and playing.

While they were exchanging saliva, Makoto Jingu's other hand quietly touched Akane Nanao's silk-stockinged feet, caressing her beautiful white silk-stockinged legs.

After a long while, when their lips met, Nanao Akane breathed softly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with spring-like light, and strands of silver hair falling from the corners of her mouth.

"Aha..."

As the girl gasped for breath, Makoto Jingu examined the silk-clad feet before him, which, wrapped in pure white silk, resembled ice cream.

He gently inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from the soles of her feet, then suddenly opened his mouth and took the girl's silk-clad feet into his mouth.

A slippery tongue, through a thin layer of white silk, began to tease Akane's toes, as if savoring some kind of delicacy.

"Eek! Makoto...no...it's dirty!"

Caught off guard by the attack, Akane Nanao gasped in surprise, her toes, encased in sheer white stockings, curling up in discomfort and creating alluring folds on the surface of the stockings.

Instead of stopping, Jingu Makoto intensified his licking of the entire sole of the white-stockinged foot.

A warm, moist tongue licks along the alluring curves, leaving a sticky sensation on the skin through the stockings.

The soft, tender little feet are firm and elastic, as bouncy as fresh jelly.

His other hand wasn't idle either; his left hand grabbed the other woman's raised leg, while his right hand freely caressed and roamed over it.

While kneading back and forth with his thumb and forefinger, he would occasionally and deliberately touch the warm, moist abdomen.

Akane Nanao's delicate body trembled, feeling a tingling and numb sensation in the areas massaged by Makoto Jingu.

A charming voice, trembling slightly, escaped from her lips.

"So...so comfortable, mmm..."

Well water flowed continuously from her well opening, wetting the bed surface.

Jingu Makoto felt that it was about time, so he released his mouth from Nanao Akane's feet, gently pushed her down onto the bed, and lifted up her two white silk stockings.

The wet pantyhose clung to my skin, feeling very sticky.

He thought for a moment and then decided not to tear it open.

Instead, he took a hoe, wrapped it in stockings, and pounded heavily on the soil at the edge.

The strange sensation from the friction of the pantyhose lingered in Akane's heart, like a continuous drizzle, dripping down.

"Chengjun, I think..."

Her fair legs swayed around Jingu Makoto's waist, a faint blush rose on her fair cheeks, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Ignoring Akane's pleas, Makoto Jingu held the soft dumpling in his hand while searching for the right angle to exert force.

Under repeated and fierce attacks, the pitiful pantyhose, stretched to its limit, finally reached its end.

With a "snap," the hoe came off and landed heavily in the deepest part of the fertile soil.

The body's internal reactions were honestly reflected on Akane Nanao's face.

Pink hearts appeared in her sparkling eyes, and she hummed happily from her cherry-like lips.

"Ah~ That feels so good..."

"..."

It can only be said that Nanao Akane came prepared today, and even at this moment she still imitated Murasaki Natsume's frivolous talk.

Looking at this sight that was rarely seen on ordinary days, Shingu Makoto had only the thought of galloping freely and slaughtering everything in his path.