The woman lying on the fire

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It was a sleepy spring night.

Deep in the night, all was quiet. A middle-aged man, slightly tipsy after a few drinks
, staggered home after finishing work.

Just moments before, he had been loudly "singing"—no, more like shouting
! But now, his shouts grew fainter and fainter—until the once-powerful
shouts became nothing more than mumbled noises.

He had walked until he reached a "high-end villa area." Rows of high
walls and thick iron gates stood majestically in the silent night. Seeing this, his voice
grew softer and softer. Every time he passed this area and returned to his tiny, matchbox-like "home,"
he felt as if he had aged a little more.

"Sigh! We're all human, why is there such a big difference?" The middle-aged man
muttered to himself, looking at the high wall.

Of course, complaining was useless. As we know, many people
complain just for the sake of complaining, and this middle-aged man was no exception.

To finish this "mansion avenue" as soon as possible, the middle-aged man quickened his pace slightly. After taking only five or six steps,
he stopped again—"Strange?" It turned out that the middle-aged man saw someone trying to climb the wall of one of the villas
.

Of course, normally, this person might be a thief or a burglar. But what
puzzled the middle-aged man was that, under the bright streetlights, what caught his eye was a short skirt and a pair of long, slender,
white legs—meaning that the person climbing the wall was a woman. Moreover, she looked like a young
woman—or perhaps a teenage girl would be more appropriate. "Hey—push, push—" the girl cheered herself

on as she struggled to reach the top of the wall . 　　A branch of a tree stretched out from inside the wall, and the girl seemed to be trying to climb over it. 　　"This is really strange. Is there such a stupid thief? If this villa is hers, wouldn't it be better to go in through the front gate?" the middle-aged man thought as he walked over the wall and looked up at the girl— the girl, who had struggled to climb to the top, suddenly realized someone was watching her, but she didn't seem alarmed at all. 　　"Goodnight, Uncle!" the girl suddenly said to the middle-aged man. 　　"Ah—" the middle-aged man was a little surprised by this unexpected greeting. "Climb—climb, up there, it must be tiring!" 　　"Not bad!" 　　"Why—why didn't you go in through—through the front gate?" 　　"I have a very mean stepmother, she won't let me in!" 　　"Oh—" 　　"Then, I'll go in now." 　　"Oh! Goodbye." The middle-aged man started his journey home again—even wealthy families aren't without their troubles! The middle-aged man nodded, as if he had suddenly realized something, and even his steps became lighter. 　　On the other hand, the girl was suppressing a laugh as she watched the middle-aged man's back gradually blur before pushing aside the branches and looking into the yard—the girl had a cute and childlike face. No! It wouldn't be accurate to say she wasn't pretty. But to call her a beauty—she was a little different from the beauty we usually imagine . Her eyes were much larger than average, her nose was straight, but she had a face that made people think of a mischievous... A mischievous child's mouth. 　　Beneath the tree lay a large lawn. At the other end of the lawn, a grand mansion slept in the darkness— "Careful—careful—" the girl whispered to herself, then crouched down and moved her hands towards a branch. 　　"Ah—" The girl seemed to have accidentally grabbed a thin branch, losing her balance and falling to the ground with a "thud" due to gravity. 　　"Ouch!" 　　In such a beautiful yard, someone actually showed a pained expression. 　　"What happened! I didn't even manage to grab it—" the girl complained, rubbing her bottom as she stood up. Then, she picked up the schoolbag she had thrown in earlier and walked across the lawn towards the mansion—past the white tables and chairs in the garden, the girl stopped in front of a glass door. 　　"I wonder if it will open?" the girl muttered to herself, "Whatever! I can't help but try—" 　　She gently pushed forward, and to her surprise, the door opened without making a sound. 　　"Strange—did Hasegawa forget to lock the door?" 　　The girl thought to herself as she closed the glass door and stepped into the dark room. Suddenly, the lights came on . This time, the girl was genuinely startled. 　　"Miss, you're back!" A woman in her fifties, wearing a kimono, appeared before the girl with her head bowed. 　　"You startled me—" Arai Naomi pouted and said loudly, "Did you just wake up?" 　　"I'm getting old, so I can't sleep too early." 　　"If I hadn't woken you up, you probably wouldn't have known I was back!" 　　Naomi threw her schoolbag on the sofa. 　　"Miss, next time you come back, it's better to come through the front door!" Hasegawa said to the girl as she picked up Naomi's schoolbag from the sofa. 　　"Hmm—I think I've gained weight! I should lose some weight." Naomi said, "I'm so tired! I want to take a bath." 　　"Okay! I'll prepare it for you right away." Hasegawa nodded. 　　"I'd like to eat something before I take a bath." 　　"Miss, what would you like to eat? I'll get it right away." 　　"Can't you just say 'Sorry, we're out of stock' once in a while?" Naomi complained, glaring at Hasegawa. 　　"How could I possibly neglect Miss's needs? So—" 　　Actually, it's understandable. Hasegawa had been working as a maid in this house before Naomi was born.

"Okay! I'm going to take a shower first!" Naomi said as she walked out of the living room.

"I've already prepared my change of clothes."

"Oh!"

"The underwear is the one with the colorful pattern, is that okay?"

"Whatever—" After saying that, whether out of anger or embarrassment, a blush spread across Naomi's
cheeks—

Naomi Arai looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a baby face. However, she was already
a third-year student at a famous private university in Tokyo.

Soon, Naomi took off her clothes, walked into the marble-tiled bathroom, and then "slid" into
the large bathtub, almost splashing water out.

"Ah—so comfortable!"

A very fair, full, and beautiful body, so sexy that it took your breath away and made your blood rush,
was like a celestial being playing in the water in the bathtub. Naomi gently lay in the bathtub, her eyes slightly closed, her left hand holding the shower head and spraying it on her fair
skin. As the warm water flowed into her pink vulva, Naomi felt a
pleasure she had never experienced before. "Mmm, umm—" she hummed involuntarily, accompanied by her pleasure, "Is this that
mysterious feeling? It feels so good!"

Naomi reached her other hand to her area covered in dark pubic hair and began rubbing around her vulva.
The pleasure gradually intensified, and Naomi felt streams of sticky fluid gushing from her vulva. She couldn't hold back any longer and
started fiddling with her fingers, causing a lot of vaginal fluid to flow out. Naomi cried out, "Aiya, ahhh!" Several fingers
began to move up and down inside her pink little hole. "Mmm, ahhh—it feels so good—"

Hearing the cries, Hasegawa thought that her mistress was injured and quickly ran to the bathroom. When she opened the door, she
was stunned by the scene before her and stared at Naomi without moving.

Naomi had already drained the bathtub. She lay there, her long, slender, white legs stretched out.
Her fleshy labia, swollen from Naomi's caresses, were slightly closed as she enjoyed the pleasure of masturbation.

Although Hasegawa was past her prime, his libido remained strong. Seeing his mistress's wanton appearance, he felt his
heart race, his panties becoming damp. His hands involuntarily reached inside his clothes, pulling down his panties and vigorously
stimulating his large vulva with his fingers.

Hasegawa's actions startled Naomi awake, but both were caught up in excitement and felt no shame. Naomi,
feeling her fingers were too short and thin to satisfy her, saw Hasegawa as a savior.

"Hasegawa, come help me, I want to feel good—"

"Yes, miss, please wait a moment."

Hasegawa completely understood what she meant, remembering that there were still fresh cucumbers in the kitchen, their thickness just like a man
's erect penis, and with some small prickles on them, which would stimulate even more pleasure.

Hasegawa took a cucumber and came to Naomi, spread her legs, revealing her hairy
vulva, put his head in front of Naomi's vulva, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick her clitoris.

"Oh—Hasegawa—you're licking so well—"

"Oh, miss, please wait a moment, wait for me to make you feel even better!"

"Hasegawa, hurry up, I'm about to cum."

Hasegawa hurriedly stopped, and instead used a small cucumber to slowly insert it, moving it up and down while rotating it.

"Oh—I feel so good, you're making me feel so good—"

Hasegawa began to thrust the cucumber forcefully, and even more vaginal fluid flowed out.

"Ah—Hasegawa, I feel so good—use a little more force, I can't take it anymore, quick—
ah—ah—I can't take it anymore."

As the cucumber was pulled out, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out of Naomi's vagina like a fountain.

"Miss, please help me too, let me feel good too." Hasegawa said, while inserting the cucumber
back into her vagina.

"Okay, Hasegawa, I'll make you feel good too."

Hasegawa then lay down on the carpet next to her, spreading her legs. Naomi took the cucumber and vigorously
pounded it into Hasegawa's vagina, knowing that the harder she pounded, the more comfortable she would feel.

"Hasegawa, you're enjoying it, aren't you! Scream, I want to hear you scream, scream now!"

"Ah—Miss, you're doing it so well—I'm so happy—"

Naomi only stopped when Hasegawa collapsed onto the carpet.

After a while, the two got up, took a shower, and Hasegawa got dressed and went
out first. Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Naomi lazily spread her arms, rested her head on the cool marble pillow, and stared at the ceiling.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through the ceiling and pluck the shimmering stars from its surface.

"Would you like something to eat?" Hasegawa asked as Naomi, wrapped in a bath towel, entered the dining room.

"I came here to eat, of course! Just make me some fried rice!"

"Okay! I'll make it right away."

Naomi dried her wet hair with a towel as she pulled out a chair and sat down. In front of her was a
square dining table that could comfortably seat six people, but Naomi usually ate there alone.

"Hasegawa is really skilled; everything becomes perfectly compliant in her hands," Naomi
thought to herself, unconsciously drying her hair as she tilted her head.

In less than three minutes, the rice and soup were ready.

"Did you hear anything from Dad today?" Naomi asked while eating.

"Hmm! He called this evening. He was still worried about you, Miss."

"Worried about me? Then why isn't he coming back?"

"Miss—, Master can't come back because of work!"

"Work? He can commute from Japan to America every day!"

"Miss! Isn't this a bit too absurd?"

"Absurd? Then isn't it even more absurd that Dad wants me to move to America? —What's the benefit of going to America?"

"If you go to America, the family can be reunited."

"A family reunion?" Naomi's expression was a little strange.

"Yes."

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Give me some more soup."

"Yes."

Naomi watched Hasegawa pour the soup into her empty bowl with her not-so-rough but nimble hands
, and then asked with a touch of emotion, "Hasegawa, don't you find 'her' at all strange?"

"Miss, are you talking about 'Madam'?"

"Madam?" Naomi's eyes widened as she looked at Hasegawa, then she rested her chin on the table.

"Although 'she' is Dad's wife, 'she' isn't my mother!"

"Miss, don't you think your thinking is a bit outdated?" Hasegawa smiled slightly
.

"—I'm not saying Dad shouldn't remarry. But, a woman like her—
a woman only ten years older than me—of course, it's fine for Dad to marry her; but he can't force me to call her 'Mom
'!" Naomi vented her frustrations.

"Anyway! A master always wants his only daughter by his side!—Miss,
are you done?"

"Yes! You can clean up!—But, on another note, I'm already twenty! If I
were still just a three or five-year-old child, it wouldn't matter, but—"

"Miss! In parents' eyes, children never grow up!"

"I'm a legal adult! I not only have the right to vote, but I can also drink and smoke!"

"Miss! Didn't you drink before you were twenty?"

Hasegawa remembered everything about Naomi perfectly.

"Hmph, that's so unfair!" Naomi complained inwardly. "Not only that, but—and I can
get married in a notarized marriage! Even without my parents' consent."

"Hmm! That's right." Hasegawa said with a smile.

"Oh, right—why didn't I think of that before?" Naomi looked like she had just realized something. "—If
I get married, I won't have to go to America, right?"

"But, Miss, you have to go to America in five days!"

'Five days isn't short. As long as you have a fashionable partner, you can have a 'date' for a day and then get married in a flash,
isn't that pretty nice?' "

Miss—" Hasegawa's expression suddenly became serious.

Naomi looked at Hasegawa, then said playfully, "I was just kidding! No matter how trendy I am, I wouldn't
do such a thing, don't worry."

"Oh—I want to sleep!" Naomi yawned, then stood up and stretched. "The leave of absence application
has been sent to the school, so I don't have to go to school tomorrow. But—I have nowhere else to go—. If
I'm not up by noon tomorrow, remember to wake me up!" "

Okay, I know."

Naomi walked out of the restaurant, turning back playfully to Hasegawa and saying, " Wouldn't I
look beautiful in a white wedding dress?" Goodnight, I'm going to sleep! "

Goodnight, Miss!"

Hasegawa stood by the door, watching Naomi skip upstairs, before smiling and walking
into the kitchen.

"That child is really something—" Hasegawa said with a laugh.

Suddenly, it sounded like Naomi jumping onto the bed, a "thump" coming from the second floor. Hasegawa
looked up at the ceiling, as if something was about to happen again.

2.

"It's been half a month! Why haven't we caught a single piece of evidence?" Typical hysteria.

"Madam, being a detective is a very delicate job," the company president, Hiramoto,
said with a forced smile and utmost smoothness. "If your husband discovers he's being followed or monitored, it'll be all over—therefore, we
must be cautious."

"You're being cautious in taking advantage of us, aren't you?" the woman said incisively. "The longer it goes on,
the more money you make."

Her hysteria turned into cold sarcasm.

"Madam, we would never do such unethical business. Indeed, there are such people in the industry. But
we would never betray the trust of our clients."

"My father often said," the woman interrupted, "that those who boast are not to be trusted."

Hiramoto was speechless for a moment.

"My husband is a smooth talker; I've been completely fooled by him, truly."

The woman lowered her legs, and the moment she did, her short skirt fluttered.

Hiramoto's eyes widened instantly, unable to resist staring at the woman's thighs, while simultaneously catching a whiff
of a mature woman's fragrance. Seeing Hiramoto's lecherous gaze, the wife couldn't help but feel excited. After
all, her husband had been having affairs outside, and he was bound to be exhausted when he got home; she hadn't been satisfied in a long time. So she deliberately
lifted her skirt slightly, and instantly, pink panties came into Hiramoto's view. That wasn't all; she
gently kneaded her firm breasts with one hand, sucked on the index finger of the other, and
smiled lewdly at him.

This woman was truly a beauty; her two long, slender legs were white and tender, her breasts were firm, and her lips were bright
red and moist—simply breathtaking.

Hiramoto was mesmerized, unable to suppress the lust burning within him. The noblewoman's alluring appearance had him
completely captivated, his mind wandering. At that moment, only two people remained in the company, and Hiramoto sent the only female clerk, Sakashita Hiroko,
to buy tea. He turned around and suddenly pounced on the woman opposite him, hugging her tightly and biting and nibbling
at her. The woman, like a tamed lamb, lay quietly on the chair, enjoying the caresses.

He knelt down, removed her skirt, and the abundant pubic hair of her triangle area was revealed through her pink panties;
her vulva was already wet. He reached into her panties and pulled down her thigh,
clearly revealing her dark pubic hair.

Hiramoto simply placed his wife's legs on his shoulders, exposing her plump vulva.
He put his mouth to it, greedily sucking the flowing juices. At the same time, his hands reached up into her underwear, pulled
open her bra, and grabbed her breasts.

"Your breasts are so big! And your vulva is so plump." As he spoke, Hiramoto even stuck his tongue
inside, moving it in and out.

"Oh—ah—you really know how to please a woman—it feels so good, so good—"

Hiramoto used his tongue to caress her labia, which were red inside and covered with long, dark pubic
hair, while her thighs and lower abdomen were as white as jade.

"Do me now, I'm so uncomfortable, I want—" the lady pleaded after his tongue had played with her.

"I was thinking the same thing, I really want to fuck you."

"Then hurry up, how should we do it?"

"I want to do it from behind!"

"What? Keep it simple."

"You stand next to the chair, hold onto the chair with both hands, and I'll insert it from behind, so you feel good."

"Okay, okay, just like that," she said, standing up from the chair, her back to Hiramoto, sticking out
her buttocks.

Hiramoto didn't take off his pants, just pulled his penis out from the front, already as hard as an iron rod. He spread
his white buttocks, revealing a red and tender vulva in the pubic hair. Before he could even
look closely, Hiramoto slightly pushed his hips, and a hot penis slid in smoothly.

Hiramoto felt as if thousands of insects were crawling on the bald head of his penis, itching uncontrollably. At the same time, the wife
pushed her buttocks back, welcoming Hiramoto's penis, and the seemingly ordinary vulva
swallowed the penis whole like a bottomless pit. Both brought each other warmth and pleasure.

Hiramoto closed his eyes, his hands gripping her waist, and began to thrust deeply, in and out.

His wife swayed and shook from his penetration, her juices flowing freely.

"Oh—it's been so long since I felt this way, it feels so good."

"Okay, I'll make you feel even better." With that, Hiramoto thrust harder, his penis, thick
and red with blood, aimed at her vulva and pumped violently.

"Quick, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming."

"Ah, wait for me."

But the woman came first, her vulva clenching his penis and trembling.

Just then, the front door opened, followed by the sound of water being poured and tea being made.

The couple, still engaged in intercourse, knew it was the female clerk returning and quickly separated, adjusting their clothes.

"Alright, I'll trust you this once. But no matter what, you need to catch my husband cheating on me within three days,
" the wife said first. "My husband meets that woman every other day, three days
should be enough, right?"

"But, Madam..."

"If you still can't find any evidence after three days, I'll announce that your detective agency is a waste of money.
I know a lot of people, and it will have some impact on your work." She said firmly, a sneer playing on her lips
, "I hope you're not just all talk." With that, she turned around, flung open the reception
room door, and swaggered out.

At that moment, Hiroko Sakashita entered the room carrying a tea tray.

"What, you're leaving?"

"Yes. Give me both cups of tea." Hiramoto's ingratiating smile turned into a serious expression towards his subordinate.

"Yes."

Taking a sip of the tea that Hiroko Sakashita had brought him, Hiramoto said, "Hey, hasn't Koyama called?"

"He hasn't called since yesterday."

"What's he doing!" Hiramoto said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah."

Hiroko Sakashita was unaware. Hiramoto tilted his head back and finished the tea.

"Too weak, is this even tea?"

"You said we should conserve tea leaves."

"Is that so..." Hiramoto coughed.

"Oh, it seems there's a guest."

The doorbell rang at the mailroom, and Hiroko Sakashita went to open the door.

"Hey, Sakashita-kun!" Hiramoto called out to her, "Perfect timing, if it's a guest, take this cup of tea up."

Hiroko Sakashita thought to herself as she ran to the mailroom that she had to find another job as soon as possible.

"Come in!" He had his usual smiling face back.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor."

A woman dressed in an elegant kimono entered. Hiroko Sakashita wanted to get another cup of tea...

"...You'd like to ask you to be a bodyguard for the young lady?" Hiramoto said.

He mentally calculated that he couldn't let this client go; she looked like a wealthy person.

"She's not my daughter, she's the young lady of the family I've served for nearly thirty years."

What? A maid? Hiramoto's heart sank.

"The young lady is going to America in four days. Please protect her before she goes."

"What, this… is there a reason for this?"

"No! Of course, you can't have her protected if something happens to her, but she might do something
outrageous; the possibility is quite high." "Oh."

"So, you mean surveillance and bodyguarding?"

"This kind of job isn't easy."

"I know, the fee doesn't matter."

Hiramoto sized her up again.

"So...you mean, I have to stay by that lady's side the whole time, is that right?"

"If possible, please try not to let the lady know," Hasegawa said. "
The lady doesn't know I've come to ask you to do this."

"That...that's too difficult."

"If she does find out, there's nothing I can do, but please try to be as discreet as possible."

"I understand what you mean."

Hiramoto agreed, but in his heart he thought that perhaps refusing her was the right thing to do.

This detective agency has been struggling lately; all their best talent has been poached. In short, they
don't have a single decent person left.

He felt that no one could handle such a dreary job. Moreover,
there were quite a few stingy clients who claimed "the price doesn't matter" but wouldn't even pay for a cup of coffee afterwards.

"Hmm, from what you're saying, it seems like a very special job."

"Of course, the price must be unusual too."

"Yes, it'll be a bit more expensive." "

I brought 500,000 yen this time." Hasegawa took out an envelope and placed it on the table. "The rest will
be settled later."

Hiramoto, afraid that his trembling hands would be noticed, quickly picked up the thick envelope.

"Well then... I'll give you a receipt, please wait a moment." He left the reception room and quickly returned to his seat.

"Have you left?" Hiroko, the boss, asked.

"No!"

Hiramoto took out a stack of new 10,000 yen bills from the envelope and quickly counted them.

"Oh, could it be counterfeit?"

"Don't be so pessimistic!... It's right! 500,000 yen!"

Hiramoto sighed. "Hey, Sakashita-kun, prepare the coffee and snacks for the guests."

"Can I have one too?"

Hiramoto hesitated for a moment, then quickly adopted a generous demeanor and said, "Yes, sure."

Hiramoto thought to himself, "First, I had sex with a beautiful lady, and now I have such a lucrative
deal. It's a double blessing! That lady's thighs felt so soft to the touch, and... it wasn't quite enough."

The pleasure of sex made Hiramoto feel comfortable looking at everyone, including the boss, Hiroko.

Although the boss wasn't exactly beautiful, she had a very distinctive look. Her short, neat hair, cute face, and rosy,
healthy skin exuded a youthful charm.

"Boss, what are you busy with?"

"Oh, President, you called me." The boss put down his work and walked towards Hiramoto.

Hiramoto's eyes were fixed on her breasts.

"Boss, I know you work very hard. I'll give you a
raise when the time is right."

"Thank you, President. I'll definitely work even harder." But seeing Hiramoto's gaze, she involuntarily took a few
steps back.

Hiramoto quickly picked up a document: "Boss, here's something for you to look at."

The boss had no choice but to walk towards Hiramoto again, and Hiramoto deliberately placed the document low, forcing the boss, separated by the table, to
bend down to look. At that moment, her breasts were right in front of Hiramoto's eyes, her neckline slightly drooping,
revealing a pair of full, white breasts.

Hiramoto really wanted to reach out and grab those lovely breasts, but he restrained himself.

"Boss, I like you a lot, I've always thought about you." As he spoke, he grabbed the boss's
two small hands.

"President, you can't do this." The boss tried to pull his hands away, but Hiramoto pulled even harder.

The more the boss struggled, the stronger Hiramoto became, and he accidentally knocked over the coffee on the table. The coffee
flowed down the table and onto the front of Hiramoto's pants.

Hiramoto had no choice but to let go, because the freshly brewed hot coffee had seeped onto his already aroused penis.

"Oh, President, I'm so sorry, I'll wipe it clean for you right away."

No matter whose fault it was, a subordinate always had to apologize to his superior.

As the boss took out a handkerchief to wipe it, he felt the hard thing, but to clean it, he had to
unzip Hiramoto's pants.

"President, please help me, please."

"President, I promise, but can I use my mouth? I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Okay, then hurry up, I really can't take it anymore."

The boss turned Hiramoto's chair to his side and knelt in front of Hiramoto. With just a slight tilt of her head, she could easily
take his penis into her mouth. Pulling down Hiramoto's pants, his penis stood erect. First,
she wiped the coffee residue from it with a handkerchief, then stroked the base with one hand, while her other hand
formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, looping it around his penis, moving it up and down.

"Oh—"

Hiramoto groaned with each stroke. This made Hiramoto feel even more comfortable, and his penis
grew even harder.

Looking at the red shaft, the boss couldn't resist taking it into her mouth, savoring it carefully. She
sucked on it while looking up at Hiramoto.

"Ah—so good—boss, you're so kind, I'll definitely thank you properly."

Just then, Hiramoto's penis suddenly hardened; he knew he was about to ejaculate.

"Ah—Boss, hurry up, I'm coming!"

The boss quickly pulled the penis out of his mouth, gripping it tightly with his right hand and vigorously stroking it.

A moment later, a stream of white fluid spurted out, like thousands of plum blossoms showering the boss's face.

"Boss, you did a great job. If this deal goes through, I'll give you a raise."

"Thank you very much, President. I'm happy to serve you."

"Ah! Really? Hahahaha—"

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