[In Tokyo, Underwear Thief, Lewd Behavior] (Part 2) Author: Sister-Conscious Sleep

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Tokyo, Underwear Thief, Lewd Behavior (Part 2)

"Ugh... Master~ -- Master~ ... Oh~"

On a summer evening, the air conditioning wasn't on in the stuffy room, but the fixtures on the large double bed
suggested that the stuffiness was intentional on the part of the owner.

Creak—creak—

the bed made rhythmic creaking sounds incessantly. The tightly closed curtains prevented the dim light from illuminating the entire room,
only allowing a vague view of two figures moving on the bed.

Both were completely naked, without a single piece of clothing to evoke any sense of shame; in other words, there was no
shame in this room.

"Hoo... Damn! So fucking slutty!"

The man excitedly sniffed the room as he forcefully thrust his hips, the stuffiness making the lewd stench of the man and woman even
more pronounced.

Snap—!

Suddenly, the man slapped the plump, white female beneath him. Her shapely legs, already spread wide in a wanton manner,
were gently wrapped around his waist. The slap on her large buttocks not only made her already
flushed bottom tighten but also caused her thighs and calves to spasm, releasing the man and forming an "M" shape.

"Oh..."

A long, mature, and sensual moan escaped from beneath the man.

"Ah... Master... mmm, big cock—"

The woman, like a mature, plump ewe pinned to the ground by a young, lecherous wolf, was powerless to resist. She could only
to torment the innocent, damp sheets, her already disheveled high bun struggling against the pillow—strangely, even though
her full, erotic white flesh was completely exposed, she still insisted on wearing her old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses and keeping
her hair neatly styled. This must be the pleasure she craved from the man on top of her.

I felt the mature landlady's beautiful flesh beneath me, savoring the provocation and desire in her half-closed eyes.
My tongue gently traced her saliva-covered chin and her protruding little tongue.

The hot, humid atmosphere allowed my muscles to relax even more, my desire and my penis to stretch and release.
I grasped the landlady's lustful, plump breasts, letting her erect nipples rub against my palms, listening to her
submissive moans, which emboldened her to utter even more outrageous lewd words.

Thump, thump.

The rhythm of the man's body moving on the beautiful woman became even faster, and the woman, who
had been rubbing now held the young man's strong body like an octopus.

"Oh... Master... the flesh slave is coming! ~... Shoot inside... Shoot inside!"

The woman's small feet skillfully or frantically clawed and wrapped around the man's waist, her entire body pressed against my
flesh, which she was so addicted to. I held her, and I must admit, this mature and repressed woman also
addicted .

Her trembling, white flesh, her firm abdomen and waist, her full thighs, her pert buttocks, her usually
cold face that had become lewd and beautiful because of me, I held her beautiful flesh and moved up and down on my body. The creaking of the large bed
and our moans and shouts might have disturbed the neighbors, but at this moment we were completely absorbed, our minds and bodies only cared about
each other, only cared about my penis and her fleshy buttocks. Finally, my
penis, which was so swollen that even my aunt would be afraid, spurted out into that tight, hairy, and wet female cave. The woman's trembling body and the lewd
words from her mouth revealed the truth of her orgasm.

As I finished ejaculating, her lower abdomen swelled slightly, and the scent of my sweat mingled with her feminine fragrance, becoming even stronger. I released
the woman, letting her lie down on the dimly lit bed. At that moment, she opened her eyes, adjusted her glasses, and
looked confused yet uneasy, afraid that I would leave. "What's wrong?"

Her tone was still that mature, deep feminine voice, but it was also coquettish and seductive, with
the air of a slave currying favor with her master. "Master, you're not satisfied yet, are you?"

"It's time to cook." I pressed down on the shoulders of the smitten landlady. "Rie should be back from the club by now."

Rie is Sato Kazumi's daughter...

That's right, this room with the double bed wasn't my cramped apartment, but the landlady Sato's
house. As for how she got here... Ah!

The mature landlady, her desires unfulfilled after I'd pushed her a little too far, embraced me again,
seducing me with every feminine trait of her body. Her alluring, moist lips licked my neck, gently biting as she spoke of her
submission. "Master... um, Master is tormenting your flesh slave again—you're clearly not satisfied~"

As she spoke, the woman used her wanton vagina to writhe and grip my still-parting penis. "Um, look,
it's so hard again. Let me help you release your pent-up desire... okay?~"

How could I refuse such a mature, seductive woman's alluring appearance?

"Ah... no... too intense!~ Penis—oh!"

The creaking and groaning sounds of flesh colliding echoed again in the dimly lit room—

———————————————————————

How did I end up at Mrs. Sato's house? It all started that day.

After I forced myself on the seemingly prim and proper landlady in the bathroom that day, she left hesitantly.
Before leaving

Perhaps because I had released months of pent-up desire, I had calmed down considerably. I thought she had too; after being
so thoroughly ravaged by me, she should have released all the pent-up anger she had accumulated over the years. So I was afraid she would actually cause
me trouble. After all, if things came to light—it seemed like neither of us was in the right. Well, it was a mess.

From that day on, I didn't see the landlady come to check on me for several days. Just when I started to wonder if
something was wrong with her, she came as usual, head held high, arms crossed, dressed in simple women's clothing
.

"Hmph—"

Unexpectedly, she still treated me the same way, coldly gesturing at me without any
awareness of being treated like a bitch by me. However, this meant that the grandmother next to me hadn't noticed anything amiss. It has to be said, women,
especially mature women, are natural actors; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to hide her true colors.

That morning's meeting made me feel relieved, but also a little disappointed, and I began to doubt the allure of my penis.
I thought it might just be over, but that night the woman seemed to have timed my return perfectly. She followed me the moment I opened the door
when no one was looking and almost got into my room.

At first, she remained silent, her face cold, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. But a sudden wall-pinning made her gasp for breath ,
her face flushed.

She readily knelt down, pulled down my pants, and let my pent-up penis, which had been dormant all day,
receive a thorough massage and cleansing in her mouth—of course, seeing her face contorted with orgasm was exactly what she
wanted .

And so, almost every day she would sneak into my apartment, giving me oral sex, frantically sucking on
my pungent odor, until she'd soaked her tight capri pants—she almost always wore them, because she'd
noticed I seemed to really enjoy them, especially taut, beautiful legs and a big ass—then she'd lean against the entryway
wall, letting me slap her buttocks, knead her breasts and delicate body, giving me a quick, intense ejaculation. She could only
respond in hushed tones, completely subservient to me.

This continued for two weeks, until one day, when I buried my head in her buttocks and began licking her flesh, things changed.

I slapped my rent payment for that month onto her butt, finding it quite amusing, and it did make her big
ass tremble. But when she turned around, she threw the money away, then adopted her usual indifferent demeanor, which
startled me.

"I'm not a prostitute—"

she said, her voice tinged with grievance.

I gently hugged her, kissed her smooth forehead, and tapped her nose to comfort her, "It's just rent."

But with my large, white buttocks in my arms and her pants pulled down to her knees, she pushed me away. This was completely unlike her usual self
, who enjoyed being ravaged by me. "I'm not a prostitute!" she said firmly.

I was puzzled and a little angry. I held her chin, breathing heavily onto her haughty face, saying each word clearly,
"I'm not a gigolo either—I'm your master! Understand? I give you money, so you have to take it!"

She accepted my strange logic, blushed, and even gave me a kiss, which was quite unusual.

Then I realized that "master" also meant "husband"—anyway, things got incredibly complicated afterward; she actually
used the rent I gave her to buy me the daily necessities I needed.

While she was setting out my toothpaste and shower gel, I couldn't help but complain, "How many times a day do you sneak over here?!
Do you even know what I need?!"

She nodded matter-of-factly and then scolded me about my lifestyle, "Of course... How could I
not know if you come every day? Your fridge is completely empty, eating takeout every day is so unhealthy."

So she took over my meals, cooking for me every few days. Although I tried a few times to bring her to new heights while wearing a
naked apron, I always felt something was off.

Especially when she was leaning over the stove, tilting her head back, wiggling her fat butt, and calling me "darling."

Although I was happy, I still felt something was wrong, especially as she became more and more intimate with me, she suddenly
returned to her cold and sarcastic attitude towards me, as if she was deliberately bullying me in everyday life to provoke my anger so that I
would bully her even more in bed.

This led me to devise a plan: to truly imprison her over the weekend, making her a submissive for a day.
I'd have her anal plug inserted, wearing a dog-ear collar, lying helplessly and excitedly in my apartment as I fucked her. Perhaps it was
that time I ruined her—after that day, our affair was finally discovered by our neighbors, the elderly Honda couple.
After all, the landlady had been imprisoned by me for a whole day, only leaving the next day, with whip
marks on her face and her hair disheveled.

Mr. Honda even had a serious talk with me about it.

"What were you thinking, kid? What are you doing—"

the old man said, picking at his toes while drinking, seemingly not serious at all, but his words made me think.

"You're going back after a year, right... What are you going to do with that little girl, Sato?"

Mr. Honda wasn't displeased with me, just worried. "When I first met her, she was just
a young girl , so youthful and gentle... Although she became strong after being abandoned by her husband, now you've made her like this...
Tell me, what's with the rope marks on her wrists?"

I was incredibly embarrassed and could only nod in agreement.

"You're young and can't see it, but she's already dependent on you. Have you thought about the future? You're going back to
your country ; what will happen to her if you abandon her?"

I was stunned when I heard this. I really hadn't thought about it—it wasn't just about her; Mr.
Honda was only considering the social consequences of a woman being abandoned. But the problem was, I was now
also somewhat dependent on that voluptuous, tall, obedient, and subtly seductive woman.

Anyway, I told the landlady about it.

But she didn't seem to hear what I said after that; she was just surprised that the Honda couple knew.

"The Hondas know? That's troublesome... Why don't you move in with me?"

"What?!"

I didn't quite understand women's thought processes, but what was going on?

"Do you want to be pointed at and gossiped about?" The woman gave me a flirtatious look that was completely
out of place "Besides, isn't it... more convenient to come to my place?"

"What's more convenient—"

"Your perverted ways of doing things!"

The woman said angrily, and stomped on me hard with her foot.

Tear—but actually, that little foot felt quite nice.

"What about here? How am I supposed to tell others? Don't you have a daughter?"

"It's okay, we'll just tell the other tenants that we're renovating here. You're staying with us, and I
don't think Mr. and Mrs. Honda will say anything—as for your daughter?"

———————————————————-

"This is Raku-san, who's staying with us."

Mrs. Sato's home was a stark contrast to the small apartment and her simple attire. Although it wasn't big or
luxurious, it had a warm and lovely feel to it.

But her daughter was just as aloof as her, with an icy expression even at such a young age. Although she was beautiful,
resembling her mother, and a star player on the school's tennis team, her figure, while somewhat immature, was undeniably shapely and sexy.

"Oh..."

The girl looked at me scrutinizingly, but didn't seem to object.

I was absolutely mortified, thinking about how I'd slept with her mother's cunt, and probably every day, and felt
incredibly apologetic towards the girl.

"Hey! Rie!" But the mature landlady I'd slept with wasn't having it. "Call me Brother Le or Brother Xu Li
, don't be so rude!"

"Hmph, I won't call—hey, if you want to be our tenant, you'd better behave, or I'll catch you!"

———————————————————-

"Ah…"

I rolled off the landlady's alluring body, soothing the trembling, convulsing
body of this mature beauty.

"How about we order takeout? It'll be hard to explain when Rie comes back—"

The woman turned her head and buried her head on my shoulder. Her glasses were nowhere to be seen, her hair was loose, and
her black hair was sticky with something. She pulled a thin blanket over us from the side, and then
softly hummed "Mmm" like a submissive wife.

I held her hot, sexy flesh, savoring the intense sex we had just had, savoring all the wonderful, soft, writhing
movements , and picked up my phone to start searching—suddenly my phone rang, and the screen showed the caller
ID—Dad.

"What's wrong?"

The landlady, still groggy from the afterglow of her orgasm, was also startled awake by the noise and asked in a panic.

"Nothing—hello?"

"..."

There was no sound except for static.

I was sure the silent person was my dad, but I didn't know why he was silent, or why
he would call back after months of not calling. Even a normal call would be from Mom. "Hello—"

That's when I heard his voice clearly. It wasn't static; it was incredibly noisy on the other end of the line. People were talking
loudly even arguing, and I could vaguely hear someone crying.

What the hell?

I rubbed the hot, almost bruised butt of the beauty next to me, trying to comfort her while answering the phone.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Another silence.

"Hello? Hello?"

"What the hell do you mean, 'what's wrong'?! You're something else! You really are...you're not my son!"

"Huh?" What a bombshell! Did you get cuckolded or was I adopted?

"You're asking me?! I don't have a son like you!"

I don't know why he suddenly started cursing, but then it seemed like he was dragged away, and a woman's voice
took the phone. It must be Mom.

"Hey, Mom, what's wrong with Dad? Did he drink too much?"

"..."

I was met with silence again.

To be honest, I was getting a little annoyed, so I kissed the woman in my arms on the lips, making her whimper in protest.

"What are you doing?"

My mom's sudden question startled both me and the landlady. Although the landlady didn't understand, she
knew what Mom and Dad meant.

"N-nothing..."

"Hmph... I know without even asking—you're really something."

Mom didn't scold me, but her tone was sarcastic, and the cluttered background only made me more irritated.

"What's wrong? It's always this 'You're something else'... By the way, where are you all? It's so chaotic."

"Chaotic?... I'm at your grandma's house, it's practically a cacophony of arguments, and you're asking me why it's so chaotic?"

"Huh?"

"You... never mind, don't you know

what you've done?" "Me? What have I done?" Just thinking about it makes me angry. "You dumped me in Japan and you're asking me what I've done
?!" "

It's not about those damn things!"

My usually virtuous and well-mannered mother suddenly swore for no reason, which caught
me off guard. But her next sentence made my liver tremble.

"What have you done to your aunt?!"

"...Tear...I...I..."

"Your aunt...Alright, all of you, stop arguing!"

My mother's scream seemed to silence the familiar voices in the background, but the faint sobbing
became clearer—it was definitely my aunt.

"I...I just..."

"Just what! Your aunt is divorced!"

"What?!!"

This is big news... No, this is troublesome. Has she really been found out?

"No... I didn't have that kind of intention, it's just... you know I used to be with my aunt, how could I possibly
break up someone else's family—"

"Alright, stop pretending! Your aunt got divorced herself, she told us all that the child is yours and hers—
"

"Uh—"

My mind went blank. Although I kept refusing to admit that fact, what was going on...
Forget it , I gave up thinking.

"Auntie... what happened to Auntie? Uncle did..."

"You're her uncle and you're asking what she did! We just found out she never even touched him. Your auntie
has been using him as a backup plan for so many years. If it weren't for you..."

"Weren't we doing well for so many years? What suddenly happened to Auntie?"

"What do you mean, what happened! What did you do in Japan! If you hadn't messed around there, your auntie wouldn't
have cried like that! She inexplicably came back to her parents' home with the child. If we hadn't kept asking, we wouldn't have known
what kind of bastard you were doing! You got her pregnant over there, and your auntie broke down, saying you
didn't want her anymore. She didn't speak for days, and only told me and your dad!"

"Wait... what did she get pregnant?"

I looked at the woman beside me with suspicion and asked her in Japanese what she had said to my family. She immediately showed
a resistant and troubled expression. I felt like the sky was falling.

"You know how things got so messed up. Luckily, your aunt studied Japanese like you, and since you haven't been paying attention to her for so long,
she naturally called to ask you—" "Huh? Although I'm slow to reply to emails, but… I didn't even answer the call?
Wait—"

I stared at the naked body beside me, feeling a wave of helplessness—I remembered my question, her
care for me, and how smoothly I moved into her house… and the fact that she never used a condom.

Damn, I thought she was always using contraception.

"You're pregnant?"

The woman nodded shyly, rummaging through a nearby cabinet—probably some receipts.

I covered my head, both amused and exasperated.

"You're still with a woman! Hey! Are you listening?"

"Yeah… I just found out too."

"What are we going to do! Your aunt almost tried to kill herself! If you don't come back… sigh, your woman over there too… "
"Fine, think about it yourself." *Beep

*

—the phone hung up. The woman produced the hospital bills; I didn't look closely, but I knew it was
true.

"Why…why didn't you say—"

The landlady who had caused my child bowed her head like a guilty wife, sitting naked. "
I'm sorry , because of jealousy."

How could I scold her when she was bowing her head and naked? Even so
, I still got an erection.

"Sigh…"

I sighed, patted her head, and comforted her. "Don't worry, I'll handle it. I won't abandon
you and the child."

"…Waaah…"

The woman cried in my arms, seemingly moved and touched, as if she had found a refuge.

"But what can we do? You told my aunt?"

"Your aunt?!"

"Sigh, you didn't know!"

The woman wiped away her tears, looking at me with reproach and surprise. "I didn't know, I thought the woman on the phone
was just your woman—you actually—ah!"

Ahhhhhh! What is all this?!

I jumped up frantically and rushed out of the room, but the person outside almost scared me to death.

Rie… the landlady’s daughter was actually leaning against the wall, panting and holding my underwear—she
looked at , trying to cover her bare thighs with her wet underwear.

“You… what are you doing?”

“No… it’s not like that… I just… I didn’t hear anything after that!”

“You just what… just watched me and your mother having sex and masturbating?”

“No… no—”

“The underwear in your hand—”

“Ah!” The usually cold girl screamed shyly. At this moment, her mother also rushed out,
looking at the naked man who had impregnated her, squatting next to her daughter who was holding the man’s underwear, leering lewdly.

The woman clutched her stomach, looking at her husband and daughter with a disgruntled expression. "What are you doing?"

"No, no, no...it's not like that, I only found out today..."

"I...yes, I only found out about you two today too, so...no, this underwear...no, no, no,
Mom, it's not like that!"

"You man, not only your own aunt, but you're going to lay a hand on my daughter too?!"

As she spoke, both of the usually cold women were on the verge of tears, and my phone rang again.

"Hello, hello, wait, wait a minute."

"Hello! Waaah, you heartless bastard! Why is there a woman's voice on your end! You jerk!"

My aunt's coquettish scolding came through the receiver, and I felt like everything had exploded.

Seven

months later, at the Capital Airport, a young man, a beautiful Japanese woman, and a
mature bid farewell to their fellow passengers. People joked about his good fortune—he'd brought a young wife from Japan and
was even able to return home with his mother-in-law. But he could only smile wryly, carrying the women's luggage and reluctantly
leading the two smiling women to the arrivals exit.

From afar, he spotted the radiantly angry professional woman and the adorable little girl she'd deliberately brought along.
The moment he looked at her, the women behind him immediately sensed their ally's enemy,
staring .

The young man knew the real battleground had just begun.

"The future is truly fraught with difficulty..."

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