[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 9

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(10) After the afternoon shift started, Naga was somewhat surprised to see Koga Yu.

She looked very tired; her uniform wasn't even properly straightened, and she leaned back in her chair, appearing listless. Her eyes were dark-rimmed, and even light makeup couldn't hide her pale complexion from lack of rest.

"Koga-senpai, you look terrible." He brought her a paper cup of water to her desk, feigning concern, hoping to glean some information about her dream from the previous night.

"Uh… I didn't sleep well last night. Thank you." Yu took the cup, holding it in her hands, and smiled gently at him.

Oh? Didn't sleep well? Naga smiled knowingly, lowering his voice in a joking tone, "Didn't sleep well? Did you have some strange dreams?"

Yu's back tensed noticeably, a blush rising to her cheeks. She forced a smile and shook her head, "How could that be... I just didn't get enough rest. Really."

Watching the office lady in front of him try to maintain a calm expression, Naga's mind flashed back to her bare, slender legs and rounded, pert buttocks. Suddenly, he had the urge to scare her. He deliberately moved closer, abruptly grabbing her work ID on her chest. "Eh... that's strange."

"Wh... what's wrong?" Yu pushed up her glasses, her eyes filled with panic. Her employee ID photo showed her without glasses and with noticeable makeup, somewhat different from her usual low-key image.

This was probably a glimpse of the alluring woman from the night.

Naga sneered inwardly, took out the card, carefully placed it in front of her for a moment, then quickly snatched it back. "I'm surprised there are people who look so alike, it's rare. A friend of mine met a girl at a high-class club, and she said she'd introduce me to her, so she gave me this card. She looks just like her... her name is Alice. Could she be your long-lost sister?"

Yu's face turned deathly pale the moment she saw the card. She reached out in surprise to snatch it, but Naga took it back before she could.

"You!... How did you get that?" Yu carefully lowered her voice, which had risen in surprise, to a level that wouldn't be heard by others, and asked hurriedly.

Naga smiled smugly. "What, can't someone like me have a friend with...?" He hesitated, changing what he meant to say about money to a more plausible suffix, "A friend with power and influence?"

He was right. That upscale club clearly didn't cater to customers who were just rich. Yu's face was almost bloodless, her lips trembling as she said, "You...you've mistaken me for someone else. That person...that person just looks a lot like me. The company...the company doesn't allow part-time jobs, you...you know that, don't you?"

"Oh, so you've mistaken me for someone else." Naga didn't intend to press further, nodded, and walked to his seat.

He secretly peeked at Yu through the transparent partition, meeting her gaze. Like a startled deer, Yu turned her face to the computer screen in a panic, her fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.

It was strange; those upscale clubs must make a lot of money. Although the salary at this company was quite attractive, as a young, single woman, she didn't need to be so poor as to try and earn money from both. Instead of going through all this trouble, wouldn't it be easier to just seduce the wealthy bachelors in the company upstairs?

After a while, having finished the tasks assigned by Shimokawa-senpai, Naga tidied himself up, rubbed his forehead, and got up to head towards the HR department. If he had a good enough reason, he really wanted to stay inside and never come back to work. The five beauties in that office were enough to keep him entertained for a long time.

Unfortunately, he could only talk to Shimokawa Miku directly at the moment. Fujibayashi Ami always seemed to have a sweet smile, but she hadn't even greeted him, and her gaze had only lingered on him briefly at most. The other two beauties had at least introduced themselves to each other.

Pushing open the door, he saw that Miku was indeed the busiest, Fujibayashi Ami was blatantly slacking off by reading beauty magazines, Kobayashi An was staring at the computer with a troubled expression, and Miura Kotone was secretly gloating beside her. Only Department Head Kuroki was in his own world, quietly looking at the documents in his hands.

Seeing Naga, Miku immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah... come quick, this computer is acting so unruly, I almost wanted to smash it."

Uh... women's skills with electronics are always surprisingly poor. Naga sat down in Miku's fragrant seat and began troubleshooting what was, for him, a very basic programming problem.

However, he kept hearing Miku's exclamations of "Ah, so amazing!" and "Wow, how did you do that?" which made him feel somewhat smug.

Usually, when female friends called him to fix their computers, they would simply go out on dates with their boyfriends, while he was sweating profusely, the computer's owner was probably sweating buckets in bed.

Hmm... she's too close, isn't she? As Naga stretched his neck, his gaze pierced through the low neckline of her blouse.

Although it wasn't a large area, it was enough for him to see the lace trim of Miku's bra and a beautiful shadow in the center.

"Hey...where are you looking?" Miku's voice and the attack from behind his head came at the same time, successfully snapping him back to his senses.

Hmm, it seems a bit fuller than expected. Naga concluded in his mind, rubbing the back of his head with satisfaction, and continued to focus on the boring symbols on the screen.

It took him almost an hour and a half to get that computer, which probably hadn't been properly maintained since it left the factory. Standing at the door of the personnel department, Naga felt his bladder protesting to the limit.

This is the advantage of a relatively free company; no one will care too much if you dawdle and skip the toilet. Naga touched his pocket, thinking that he must buy a pack of good cigarettes after he gets paid; he's almost choked to death by this cheap tobacco in order to save money.

The toilets on this floor clearly reflected the gender distribution of the floor. The men's room was spotless, as if it had been cleaned once and didn't need to be cleaned for a week. The wooden doors of two stalls had been broken for who knows how long, and only two were still usable. Presumably, the office building's cleaning staff only glanced over here when they remembered.

"Hmm?" Just as Naga finished flushing and put the hose away, he heard the click of the spring lock being fastened on outside the toilet stall. Could it be that the cleaning staff had just had a lapse in judgment and came to clean? But usually they just leave a "Cleaning in Progress" sign by the door, right?

He opened the door curiously and glanced outside.

Standing there, blushing and looking flustered, was none other than Koga Yu.

(XI) Koga Yuu must have used a lot of effort to put on an angry expression. Leaning against the door, she whispered to Naga, "Did you... tell Captain Kuroki?"

Naga immediately understood what she meant, but playing dumb was often better at this point. He pursed his lips and said with a smile, "So what? You said it wasn't you. It has nothing to do with you, right?"

"I...I..." Yuu looked like she was about to cry. "You didn't really let her see it, did you?"

Naga took out the business card from his pocket, sniffed it, and made a smug expression. "Not yet...but seeing your subordinate dressed up and become so beautiful, Captain Kuroki must be happy for you."

"Phew..." Yuu breathed a sigh of relief and leaned softly against the door. "Please, please don't let the captain know I'm doing a part-time job...no, please don't let anyone know. Especially Captain Kuroki! I...I don't want to lose this job." Hmm...

that's a familiar flag. Logically, it's obvious that this is the time to switch to a threatening approach.

Naga recalled the lines from the game, deliberately adopting a sophisticated air as he leaned against the toilet stall, one hand stroking his half-zipped pants, and lewdly said, "Since you're asking for a favor, you should at least show some sincerity, right?"

Hmm... his tone still seemed to lack a bit of wickedness; he needed more practice. Naga looked at Yu's face, intently watching her expression. He was still very nervous; this wasn't a dream after all. He decided that if she turned and ran away, he would throw the business card down the toilet and never mention it again.

Intimidation really does require talent... Naga looked at Yu, who had lowered her head and remained silent, feeling a sense of defeat, partly because the threat was ineffective, and partly because he felt a pang of sympathy. A girl so concerned about making money must have some untold difficulties. Perhaps she couldn't marry into a wealthy family because of her family background, and her looks and shrewdness weren't enough to enter the entertainment industry, yet she desperately needed money... Well... the reasons common in dramas always seem to have real-life counterparts, right?

An awkward silence had lasted for almost a minute. Naga, somewhat dejected, reached back into his clothes, about to reassure her, when he heard her say very softly, "Um... please keep this a secret."

"Huh?" Naga was taken aback.

Yu rubbed the hem of her clothes, raised her hand to pat her cheeks, lowered her head and walked over, took out two tissues from her pocket, spread them on the floor, and knelt down in front of him.

"Hmm..." Watching Yu's face slowly approach his crotch, Naga suddenly worried that she might bite him.

Using her teeth to pull down the zipper, Yu's eyes suddenly became moist, like Alice lurking in the night, peeking out from under this proper uniform. "Trust me, Yumeno-kun, you won't regret keeping this a secret."

Her fingers spread out and stroked upwards along his thigh, while her other hand removed her glasses from the bridge of her nose and put them in the pocket of her uniform jacket. She brushed her stray hairs back from her forehead, securing them with a hairpin, then extended a sliver of her rosy tongue, slowly licking between her full lips, moaning, "Yumeno-kun... is it okay? Can you promise me you won't tell anyone...?"

Knowing what was about to happen, Naga immediately felt his mouth go dry. This was a reality that even the most vivid dream couldn't compare to. Could it really be possible? He was extremely nervous, trying to appear composed as he spread her legs, stroking her hair and saying, "That depends on your performance, lovely Alice."

"Ugh... don't call me by my nickname at the company." Her tone became coquettish, tilting her head, she slipped her tongue into the side of her pulled-down pants, the soft surface of her tongue pressing against her bulging panties, wriggling as it searched for the glans. [The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam: Family dating, couple dating communities have tons of innocent, wanton women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., those are mainly young girls and conservative women without other thoughts, basically no chance.] The community was filled with unmarried women and middle-aged women dissatisfied with reality and fantasizing about romance. No login or identity required, allowing for free movement—it was a rather ideal place.

Strictly speaking, this was only his first day officially at the company, and to be able to enjoy a beautiful OL kneeling before him and performing oral sex in the restroom felt like a dream. Trying not to show his happiness on his face, Naga played with Yu's hair and stroked her small earlobe.

"Um… I can't stay here too long. If possible, please don't deliberately hold back, okay?" As her fingers slipped inside the zipper and stroked his penis, Yu looked up and said in a pitiful, heart-wrenching tone.

Naga almost obediently nodded, but he quickly cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and made a fierce gesture, saying in a very reluctant manner, "It's possible, but in that case, I want you to swallow all of my stuff."

"Hmm." Yu hummed and nodded, after all, getting it on her uniform and face would be quite a hassle for her, "Then please, Yumeno-kun, shoot every last drop into my lewd mouth..." As she uttered the lewd words, Yu's red lips, shaped like an "O," slowly sucked the penis she had pulled from her underwear into her mouth.

"Mmm..." Although she had already enjoyed her oral skills in her dream, there was still a psychological gap between that and the actual beauty of her mouth. When Yu's tongue began to skillfully stimulate the glans, Naga gripped the toilet stall door with satisfaction, breathing heavily.

Seemingly to buy time, Yu lubricated the surface of the penis with a large amount of saliva, then immediately sucked and spat it out quickly, her smooth tongue padding under the penis, stimulating the most sensitive area along the frenulum of the glans with the unique tactile sensation of her taste buds.

The sensation of ejaculation quickly built up in his lower body. Unwilling to accept this, Naga arched his back, hastily unbuttoning Yu's shirt collar and greedily kneading her breasts, supported by her bra.

This wasn't a dreamlike sensation; he was truly touching the breasts of a beautiful office lady. Naga felt an overwhelming gratitude towards the gods, his fingers frantically rubbing against Yu's flesh.

"Hiss...uh...Yume-kun, you promised not to deliberately hold back..." Yu began to worry about the time, licking his penis from the side and complaining softly.

Naga also noticed his stamina had inexplicably improved, and his penis seemed considerably larger than before. However, no man would consider this a bad thing. He boasted proudly, "I didn't hold back; I just haven't reached my ejaculation yet. You know, my ex-girlfriend cried in bed with me."

This wasn't entirely a lie; his high school girlfriend had indeed cried, but for a virgin, the real reason was pain.

"Yumeno-kun is really amazing..." Yu mumbled a compliment, licking the penis back to the glans. She stroked the foreskin with her hand and began to shake her head rapidly back and forth again.

Damn it... this slut must masturbate men a lot. Naga clenched his buttocks in annoyance. Yu's strength and skill were no less than her nimble, wet mouth. Under the double stimulation, he quickly felt his sperm gathering and cried out, ready to launch.

"Oh... it's... it's coming out!" Naga growled softly, his hands gripping the slightly cool breasts.

"Mmm... ooh... gurgle..." Yu made seductive moans, swallowing the penis almost to the base in one go. The soft muscles near the esophagus wrapped around the glans and began to writhe.

A large amount of semen erupted in Yu's mouth, so much that even with her vigorous neck movements, she couldn't swallow it all. The penis occupied most of the space in her mouth, and the semen immediately overflowed. She quickly spat out a section of the penis, her lips gripping the still-throbbing glans, her hands frantically wiping the liquid overflowing from the corners of her mouth back into her lips.

"Mmm... gulp..." With great difficulty, Yu managed to swallow all the liquid in her mouth, her brows furrowed as she complained in a spoiled tone, "Yumeno-kun is so annoying... he ejaculated so much. My stomach feels so full..."

Still immersed in the intense satisfaction of being licked and sucked by the beautiful OL, her penis tinged with the smell of urine, and being force-fed and swallowed, Naga weakly waved her hand, unwilling to speak.

Yu carefully stood up, threw the tissue under her knees into the toilet, and said pitifully, "Are you satisfied, Yumeno-kun? If you are... please keep it a secret."

Naga looked at her slightly swollen lips, nodded breathlessly, "Okay, I won't tell anyone. Don't worry."

Yu finally showed a relieved expression, took out her glasses and put them on, helped him put his penis back in his underwear, zipped up his zipper, and whispered, "Next time, let someone have a good taste of your big penis, hmm? But... it'll be another mouth." Naga

knew this meant the establishment of a sexual partnership, which he was naturally more than happy to do. He pinched Yu's butt and said with a grin, "I'll make you cry with pleasure too." He was confident because he had already succeeded once in his dream.

"Then I'll go out first... wait a while before you go back. Please, if others misunderstand our relationship, it will be troublesome for both of us in the future."

"Okay."

Watching Yu cautiously open the door, peek outside, and then slip out, Naga sat contentedly on the toilet, savoring the brief but pleasurable oral sex he had just experienced.

Perhaps… it wasn't just the dream that had been changed. He touched the back of his head and smiled smugly.

(12) For the next week or so, the days passed uneventfully. It seemed that such a dream was exhausting, and Naga, busy with work, hadn't had any more dreams these past few days. However, having found a way to satisfy his sexual desires, he wasn't too upset. Still in the men's restroom, Yu, who had received his note, had no choice but to come and have another feast of sperm.

Spring was one of the busiest times for the company, and with a very generous salary, Naga couldn't complain.

During this time, he would still see Tabe Yuai in the cafeteria, but he had completely lost the courage to approach her. A man with a sexual partner didn't seem to value love as much anymore.

Moreover, someone like Tabe Yua wouldn't have been a suitable marriage partner for him anyway. After ruling out Koga Yu, and having carefully confirmed that there was no explicit rule against dating in the office, Naga began looking for his next target.

As for potential dating or even marriage partners, Naga explicitly excluded the outstanding beauties in the company; anyone whose looks were above Koga Yu's level was off the list. Firstly, he lacked confidence in himself, and secondly, he lacked confidence in them.

However, Koga Yu was, after all, considered to be among the upper echelons of the company in terms of appearance, and using her as a benchmark, there were still quite a few high-quality women left to choose from. And because there were virtually no male competitors, Naga's chances of success were much higher.

The first person on his list was Maeda Reiko, whom Miku had also mentioned to him.

Although she was said to be the most beautiful woman in the General Affairs Department, this title was more of a joke than a compliment. The General Affairs Department only had four people: an old department head who should have been retiring long ago, a middle-aged woman in her forties, and the only one who could be considered a real rival to Reiko was another round-faced young woman with acne.

If we disregard the influence of the unhealthy, bony beauty trend popularized by fashion, Maeda Reiko is actually a very attractive woman. She

has a beautiful oval face with flawless skin and classically elegant features. Even with her hair pulled back, making her face appear rounder, she remains very pleasing to the eye.

The short skirt of her uniform allows Naga to easily see the curves of Reiko's lower body. From a purely male perspective, her full, rounded hips, shapely thighs, and calves that, while not particularly thick, aren't as slender as others', create a sexy silhouette. If the restrictive clothing were removed, her lower body would likely be incredibly alluring.

Another advantage of a full-figured woman is that her breasts rarely disappoint. A little bit of fat on the lower abdomen helps maintain a full, firm shape even if the breasts, like Reiko's, are a size that might cause concern about bursting a shirt. Of course… how much of this is due to a bra remains to be seen.

Most importantly, Reiko has a very easygoing personality, even giving the impression of being somewhat weak and indecisive. If she worked in a place with many young men, she would likely be quickly seduced and taken to bed by a perceptive man.

For Naga, who was still quite chauvinistic at heart, such a wife was an excellent choice.

With a general list in hand, the next step was to take action. Naga touched his wallet in his pocket, somewhat dejectedly postponing the plan until after payday.

After all… no matter how good-natured a girl was, you couldn't expect to win her over without spending a single yen. Getting money from Yu wasn't impossible, but after getting to know her over the past week, it seemed that all Yu could offer him was her body; the money in that guy's wallet was more important than her life.

It seemed to be because of the heavy debts at home. He vaguely heard Miku mention that Koga Yu had already taken several months' salary in advance from the company in less than half a year of working, and had only recently paid it all off. If she

weren't worried about being exposed and losing her job, she would probably be making AVs.

Tsk… if she really did make them, she would be a genuine S-class amateur white-collar worker, Naga thought with a hint of regret, stroking his chin.

(13) Fortunately, payday was on the 20th of each month. Although he had only worked for two weeks and was still in his probationary period, the money he received was enough to satisfy Naga. Even though his salary was kept secret, judging from the amount he received, he could somewhat understand Koga Yu's desire to keep his job no matter what.

When a man's wallet is full, he is always bolder.

After thinking about it for a whole day, Naga finally made a decision when he left work. He went straight to the door of the General Affairs Department and waited for Maeda Reiko to come out.

“Um, Ms. Maeda. You…” Naga called out to his target, only to realize how inept he was at inviting women out. All the excuses he had prepared vanished the moment he saw Reiko’s smiling face. His cheeks burned, and he stammered insecurely, “You… dinner… I… um, I wanted to ask you out.”

Reiko blinked, her eyes, lightly lined, curving into gentle crescents as she smiled. “Yumeno-kun, are you asking me out for dinner?”

Naga swallowed hard and nodded.

Reiko hesitated for a few seconds, seemingly about to agree, when Naga felt a sudden force strike him from behind, causing him to stumble and nearly fall into Reiko’s arms.

He frowned, about to turn around to see who it was, when he heard Miku Shimokawa's energetic voice, "Yumeno-kun, you haven't even treated your senior to dinner yet! You just got paid and you're already chasing girls?"

Reiko greeted Miku somewhat awkwardly, smiled apologetically at Naga, and said, "Sorry, my family is waiting for me to eat," before hurriedly leaving.

"Hey...senpai, I remember you encouraged me to ask Maeda out last week. What kind of nonsense is this?" Naga couldn't muster any respect for Miku as a senior; all his respect remained lip service. Plus, Miku had ruined his long-planned date, and she wasn't even on his shortlist of potential girlfriends, so his tone naturally turned much harsher.

Miku pursed her lips and angrily punched his arm, "This is your first paycheck, and you haven't even asked me out for dinner! I've been guiding you through your work for the past two weeks!"

Benefactor...? He's the one who always causes his computer to malfunction in strange ways, which then dramatically improves his repair skills!

Okay... I'll let it go for her looks. Naga suppressed his annoyance, squeezed his wallet, and pouted, saying, "Shimokawa-senpai, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"

Miku glared at him and muttered under her breath, "So insincere." Then she walked to a spot next to him where they could walk side by side, "Let's go, I'll grant you permission to treat."

And so... his dinner companion changed from Maeda Reiko, whom he planned to pursue for a month, to Shimokawa Miku, known as the company's gossip hub. Although Naga was pleased to see the envious looks from single men on the street when they saw Miku, the thought of treating a beautiful OL of this caliber to dinner made him feel the pain for his soon-to-be-bleeding wallet.

Hmm… there seems to be a Western restaurant near my house that's having a sale, but the ambiance is rather awful. Naga glanced at Miku beside him and thought that a woman like her wasn't really suited for that kind of place. She should be sitting in a more upscale place with a man, sipping red wine and enjoying the night view. Of course… that's assuming she doesn't talk much during the meal.

“Hey, have you decided where you want to go? My stomach is already rumbling in protest.” Miku shamelessly clutched her stomach with both hands, speaking to him in a childlike, spoiled tone.

“I… uh, I haven't decided yet. How about…” Naga gritted his teeth, hallucinating that stacks of ten thousand yen were flying away, “You tell me, what do you like to eat? I'll do whatever you say. Uh… well, you're my senior, after all.”

"Okay... goodbye to my money..." Seeing Miku tilt her head and look at a lavishly decorated upscale hotel next door, Naga felt his heart bleed. He couldn't help but want to tell her that even if he pawned his clothes, he might not be able to afford a meal there.

"Let's go there," Miku said lightly, her slender, white finger pointing directly to the dazzling hotel... and then to the alley next to it.

At the entrance of the alley was a quaint ramen shop. The ramen chef, his head wrapped in turbans, waved his arms with a ruddy complexion, serving bowls of steaming noodles. The simple stools were filled with all sorts of people, and a few were in line.

"What... do you look down on cheap places?" Seeing that Naga had no reaction at all, Miku flicked his head in annoyance. "This is where Senpai is going to eat. If you don't behave, I'll throw you into the ramen soup."

"No, no, I love noodles," Naga quickly replied, letting out a deep sigh of relief for his wallet.

Miku smiled and pulled him towards the restaurant, saying, "Even if you don't like the food, the price will make you crave it immediately. I'm not saying this to criticize you, but you can't be stingy when treating a girl to a meal. If you brought Maeda here, she'd definitely split the bill and never agree to another date with you again."

Naga scratched his head. Of course, he hadn't planned to invite Reiko here, but his plans didn't include anything too upscale. He glanced warily at the luxurious hotel and said, "I'm still broke. If it weren't for your thoughtfulness, senpai, I'd be penniless tonight."

Miku glanced at him sideways. "How could I bear to bankrupt such a cute junior like you in one go?"

Hey...do you mean you're going to keep ripping me off for fun?

"Don't look so unhappy. With a beauty like me dining with you, you should feel honored to be paying the bill." Miku puffed out her ample breasts and swayed them proudly.

“Uh… if it’s just ramen, I’m happy to treat anytime.” Naga joked, glancing at the price.

“Then it’s settled. If I ask you to treat me to ramen and you make an excuse to refuse, I’ll throw you into the ramen soup.” Miku said crisply to the chef, “Two bowls, one large and one small. Thank you.”

Hmm… but I also have times when I don’t have time. Although she complained inwardly, Naga still had to honestly admit that she was happy. Being able to have a meal with a girl like Miku like a date was something she had never even dreamed of before.

Working in the HR department was a very happy thing for Miku. In the time it took to eat a bowl of ramen, she could tell you several colleagues’ strange little secrets. Naga was a little surprised, thinking that maybe all the entertainment gossip in the company’s HR files had a backup in this senior’s mind.

After the meal, Naga suddenly realized that although they had talked about a lot of interesting people, Miku had never mentioned Maeda Reiko once. He thought for a moment, then, seizing the opportunity after a little gossip about someone's boyfriend, asked, "By the way, why did you recommend Seto Asaka and Maeda Reiko to me last time, telling me to pursue them?"

Miku frowned. "I was just casually mentioning that those two are easier to pursue, who knew you'd actually put them on your list. So, if I said I'm easy to pursue, would you come and pursue me?"

Naga immediately shook his head. "I can't win them over, I wouldn't waste my time." Facing a woman he knew had no hope, he spoke much more frankly.

Miku turned to look at him, her delicate cheeks flushed with a shy blush, perhaps from the steam of the hot soup, her slightly narrowed eyes appearing slightly moist, as if veiled in mist. She looked at him for a while before muttering, "Idiot."

"Huh?" Naga looked at her in confusion.

She picked up the bowl in front of her and drank the rest of the soup in one gulp, then patted her slender waist wrapped in casual clothes with satisfaction. "Ah...so full. I mean, you're a big idiot."

"Why?"

A person who doesn't ask a question when told that really is a big idiot.

Miku blinked, her rosy lips curving into a mischievous smile. "A guy who gives up without even trying is a big idiot."

(14) What exactly does Shimokawa Miku mean...? Naga sat cross-legged, holding the mirror he borrowed from his mother, repeatedly looking at his face. He'd been working for half a month, and after getting used to dressing up, his face didn't look so bad. If you broadened the criteria, he could actually be considered somewhat handsome.

So... was Miku implying that he should pursue her? He scratched his already messed-up hair, his mind a jumbled mess like a naive teenager. Well

...impossible. She must just be stuck with a gay boss and haven't had a male colleague she could talk to for too long. If he were to foolishly pursue her, he'd definitely end up with a card that says, "Sorry, you're a good person."

He should probably consider Maeda Reiko and the others. Anyway, if he just wanted to sleep with a beautiful woman, Koga Yu could definitely fulfill that wish, and he was excellent at it.

Speaking of which… it's been over half a month since he last dreamed. Naga looked at the ceiling from under the covers with a touch of nostalgia, then closed his eyes drowsily.

After a familiar feeling of weightlessness, Naga sat up in surprise.

He hadn't thought about anything before going to sleep this time, and he had no idea what he would dream about. Given the realism of his dreams now, if he had a terrible nightmare, would he also be unable to wake up like Nami?

He looked around; all he saw were ordinary furniture and appliances, but they were all dazzlingly new. The place was an ordinary apartment; the walls were freshly painted, and a huge wedding photo hung on the wall… a wedding photo! A wedding photo?

He stared wide-eyed at the Western-style wedding photo. A beautiful girl in a breathtaking white dress smiled adorably, one hand holding her train, the other wrapped around the man's neck, her forehead resting on his shoulder, as if she were being affectionate.

He rubbed his eyes, not because he wasn't sure the woman in the wedding dress was Shimokawa Miku, but because he couldn't believe the other person in the photo was himself.

In the photo, Naga wore a sharp silver-gray suit, his expression unnatural, as if excessive tension had caused his facial muscles to completely stiffen; his smile wasn't much better than Frankenstein's.

Hmm… why am I lying on this sofa in what looks like a bridal chamber? I'm married? The bride is Miku?

Sure enough… Miku's clear voice came from the bedroom, still as lively as usual, but with an alluring shyness, "Darling, haven't you rested enough?" Her voice paused, then continued with even more shyness, "You said you'd help me take off my wedding dress yourself, I've been waiting for you for so long…"

Take… take off the wedding dress? The image of Miku's full, firm breasts immediately flashed through his mind. Naga rubbed his nose, suppressing the itchy urge to have a nosebleed, and quickly got up, agreeing and running over.

Opening the bedroom door, Naga couldn't help but freeze in place.

The bedroom was carpeted, decorated in a warm, Western style. Miku, holding up the hem of her white wedding dress, stood with her back to him. Beneath the lifted hem, a pair of soft, white feet were revealed—slender ankles and shapely, beautifully contoured calves. Just looking at those bare feet, Naga felt a

surge of heat rising to his lower abdomen. The wedding dress was a typical design, nothing particularly innovative. The low-cut style created a beautiful view from behind, and beneath her casually styled hairpin bun, her long neck parted, its smooth curves outlining alluring shoulders. Miku must have just showered; her delicate skin glistened with moisture under the bedroom light.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about... I've been waiting for you." Miku turned her head to look at him, her face flushed with a blush that was hard to tell if it was from shyness or anger, adding a touch of allure to her usual lively demeanor.

"Uh..." Feeling a dryness in his throat, Naga took small steps behind Miku and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Um... Shimokawa-senpai..."

"Hey, hey," Miku stared at him strangely, a mischievous smile on her face, "I told you not to drink so much at the wedding. I've already resigned, and you keep calling me 'senpai,' and... and I... I'm already Yumeno Miku, aren't I..." She turned her head away shyly at the end.

Yumeno Miku... the bride of the Yumeno family. A surge of warmth welled up in Naga's heart, making his eyes sting. So, even a man like him could have a woman willing to spend her life with him? He wished this dream would never end, his thoughts drifting as he slid his hands down to embrace Miku's slender waist beneath the wedding dress. He lowered his head, showering her soft shoulders with delicate kisses.

"Mmm..." Miku nestled against him, her hands gripping the hem of her dress tightly, her body trembling slightly with nervousness.

Knowing it was a dream, Naga didn't care about the details of the wedding. He quickly immersed himself in the experience. Miku still carried the faint scent of orange from her shower gel, a fresh, girlish fragrance. He kissed her greedily, his tongue licking up and down the side of her neck.

"Mmm... darling, it's... ticklish." As she said this, Miku tilted her head, exposing the area below her ear more clearly. This subtle, ticklish sensation wasn't uncomfortable at all; instead, it was a strangely pleasurable sensation that went with the flow of passion.

The wedding dress had a slightly firm design at the chest, seemingly to support the breasts. Through the fabric, Naga tentatively placed his hand on it. Having just showered and put on her wedding dress, Miku hadn't applied any nipple covers to her chest. With a slight pressure of his hand, he could fully feel the youthful elasticity of her full breasts.

"You pervert..." Miku breathed softly, the sensitive area on the side of her neck being repeatedly attacked, making her almost unable to stand. "You...you said you'd help me take off my wedding dress yourself."

"Miku..." He gently nibbled at her earlobe, kissing her cheek forward. "You look so beautiful in your wedding dress."

"You're just saying nice things..." Miku turned her face shyly, her soft red lips pressing against his.

"Mmm..." Naga boldly sucked on Miku's tongue, his tongue somewhat roughly invading every part of her mouth. Miku moaned softly, her hands twisting helplessly at her wedding dress.

The beauty and convenience of the wedding dress were completely inversely proportional. Naga, eager to caress Miku's legs, tried to maintain the kissing position, reaching down, but couldn't lift the white dress covered in layers of lace.

"No...don't you want to take it off?" Miku turned her head slightly, asking him breathlessly.

Naga excitedly stroked her rounded buttocks through the wedding dress, nodding. "Yes, I want you to wear it tonight. I've dreamed for a long time of having the woman I love wear a wedding dress and make love to me."

Blushing even more at his explicit words, Miku bent down, grabbed the hem of the dress with both hands, and slowly pulled it up.

The pure white veil rose, revealing her long, shapely, beautiful bare legs. When the front part reached her waist, the hem of the dress was almost up to her thighs. Miku stopped shyly, pulling the excess skirt to her front and holding it in her hands, lowering her head shyly, saying, "Now...now it's okay..."

Naga squatted down, hugged Miku's legs, and tentatively pressed his tongue against the inside of her knee, gently sliding it.

"Ugh..." Miku shuddered, gasped, and moved forward uneasily, holding the hem of the dress with one hand and holding onto the edge of the bed with the other.

He licked her smooth thigh, his gaze drifting upwards. The inside of the gauze dress was dimly lit, but it was enough to make out the general outline of her slightly parted crotch. His eyes were fixed, his Adam's apple bobbing. He was certain he wasn't mistaken; Miku was only wearing a wedding dress!

Her tightly closed petals were directly exposed before him, the curled, dark pubic hair so alluring. He couldn't wait to lift the white veil behind her thighs and embrace her, kissing her upwards. His lips quickly moved over the taut back of her thighs, the muscles in her buttocks tensing with his kisses. As his tongue approached the full peaks of her buttocks, Miku's voice trembled, "I...I don't know anything, you...you can't laugh at me."

"How could I..." Naga replied casually, his warm breath slowly approaching the hollow in the center of her buttocks. The wedding dress covered his head, making the light inside very dim, but in this situation, the less clear vision only enhanced the sensuality.

"Ugh..." Miku let out a soft moan, her legs rising onto her toes, her long, beautiful legs straightening instantly.

"Um...can you...not lick? It's so embarrassing..." At the moment her most secret garden was invaded by his tongue, Miku finally couldn't help but beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, Naga, immersed in the delicious taste of her smooth, alluring flesh, couldn't stop licking and kissing. His lips were pressed tightly against her plump genitals, which exuded a faint feminine scent, his long tongue swirling around the entrance of her tightly clenched honeypot.

"Ugh...I hate it...it's so sour..." Miku whimpered, lowering her upper body, her knees buckling as she half-knelt, hanging precariously from the bed. Every time Naga's tongue circled her mouth, her body would involuntarily twitch slightly.

His tongue felt the warm, slippery nectar flowing to her entrance. Wanting to witness this beautiful sight, Naga pushed Miku's body closer to the bedside, lifting her skirt to her waist in one swift motion, revealing her tender, white, and sexy buttocks. He forcefully spread her labia apart, greedily gazing at the fresh stream in the center of the parted valley.

The pale pink labia glistened, enveloping the shy, pinkish vaginal opening. Perhaps ashamed of being looked at like this, the muscles between her thighs tensed and contracted, causing her delicate anus to pulsate as if breathing.

"Miku… I'm coming." His penis swelled to the point of wanting to burst. Naga swallowed hard, pulled down his pants, and pressed himself against her from behind.

Miku, clinging tightly to the sheets by the bedside, her body stiff with tension, yet still considerately spread her legs as wide as she could. "Husband...you...you have to be gentle..."

Naga had already discovered Miku's virginity. Carefully, he pressed the tip of his penis into her smooth entrance, his forehead beaded with sweat from suppressing the urge to penetrate deeply.

Her virgin instincts caused Miku to gasp and lean forward, her hips trembling like a startled rabbit, trying to escape the intrusion.

Grabbing Miku's waist from beneath her wedding dress, Naga breathed heavily, "Miku, please bear with it."

Her body trembling violently, Miku struggled to relax her waist, turning her head to force a smile at Naga. "If it hurts too much...I...I might bite, you know."

Hmm...your lower mouth is already tight enough. Naga pushed his penis forward a little, thinking to himself. The velvety smoothness of her skin gripped his glans tightly, making his back ache. The tightness made penetration difficult, but he couldn't just play around at the entrance until he ejaculated. Naga took a breath, stroking Miku's buttocks and spreading her legs wider.

"Want...want it to be even bigger?" Miku looked at him, confused, hesitatingly lifting one knee and placing it on the bed, her face flushed. "Would this be easier?"

She must have watched AVs to prepare. Naga looked at her now more open paradise, his lust almost robbing him of the gentleness he was barely maintaining.

This time, the thick glans smoothly passed through the tightly closed entrance. As the tender flesh was forced open, Miku cried out in pain, and the knee of the leg standing by the bed trembled.

"Does it hurt a lot?" The glans could feel something blocking it, but that fragile barrier was easily breached. Naga held her beautiful buttocks, looking at Miku, whose face was turning pale with pain, with some heartache.

Her vagina was a little too delicate and tight for a woman of her age, not only because she had never had any experience, but also because it was naturally shallow and narrow.

"I... I'm much better, it's alright. Please... please come in..." As if she had mustered the determination not to let her wedding night be interrupted, Miku buried her face in the sheets and said in a muffled voice.

Naga's patience had also reached its limit. This was just a dream; it would be foolish to keep worrying about such things. He placed his hands under Miku's armpits, looking at the half-naked beauty beneath him, her wedding dress disheveled and wrapped around her waist. In a blissful dizziness, he thrust his hips forward, pressing them against Miku's buttocks.

"Ugh—!" Miku let out a muffled moan, her leg clenched tightly against the edge of the bed, her hands twisting the sheets until her fingers turned white.

Naga groaned with pleasure; although his foreskin was being pulled so hard it hurt, the immense psychological and physical satisfaction made the pain seem insignificant. He pressed himself against Miku, caressing her firm breasts from the side, and began to thrust gently.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh..." Miku cried out like a puppy as Naga thrust into her. Annoyed, she turned and grabbed Naga's arm, biting it hard. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Ugh, it hurts... Why does it hurt so much, ugh..."

"It'll be over soon. Really." Naga tried to distract himself, his body automatically increasing speed under the stimulation of her tight, moist vagina.

"It's so swollen... It's going to burst. Ahh... It's so big..." Miku groaned in distress, her peach-like buttocks swaying as she tried to escape. But in this position, a woman's body was like a butterfly in a specimen box, firmly pinned to the bed by the penis.

Naga excitedly grabbed Miku's breasts, lifting her upper body, and thrust even more vigorously.

The wedding dress fell to the point of their union, the blood from her broken hymen immediately staining the white dress a cherry red.

Grabbing Miku's arm, Naga swayed his body like a horse, his lust surging. He wanted to penetrate her completely, savoring the tender, moistened passage. With each crisp sound of his abdomen slapping against her buttocks, his glans could feel the soft yet firm cervix rubbing against him.

"No... don't be so intense... ahh... it hurts, and it's so numb..." Because her arms were pulled back, her forward-leaning upper body made her breasts stand out even more, swaying heavily back and forth with his frenzied movements.

"Miku, your body is amazing, I can't stop." Naga sincerely praised, his eyes fixed on his penis moving rapidly back and forth in the center of her buttocks, which were bulging under her wedding dress.

"B-but... it hurts down there, it's getting... ah! ahh... it's getting sore... ugh... I want to go to the toilet." The woman's body, experiencing sensual pleasure for the first time, began to writhe instinctively. Miku groaned in confusion, her hands gripping Naga's arms with difficulty.

Knowing that even experiencing pleasure is quite good for a virgin, and blindly pursuing orgasm shouldn't rely on such pure intercourse, Naga didn't intend to suppress his surging lust. However, he was eager to see what Miku would look like when he ejaculated inside her.

Miku, flipped over, was somewhat bewildered. With her legs hoisted onto Naga's shoulders, she shyly turned her head away, her flushed cheeks spreading the blush to her ears.

Holding her smooth thighs, Naga began his final thrust into the depths of her honeyed orifice, made even more intoxicating by her legs being raised and brought together.

"Ah...ahhh! No...my body...my body feels so strange, ah...I'm going to float up! Mmm...ahhh—woo..." As if blessed by the god of lust in a dream, her naive body, penetrated by a thick penis for the first time, actually reached orgasm amidst the pain. Miku was startled by her own wanton moans, and frantically lifted her wedding dress and bit it in her mouth, "Mmm—!"

The lustful look on Miku's face directly shattered Naga's defenses, who hadn't intended to defend himself. He lunged forward, ripped the wedding dress out of her mouth, and kissed her, sucking hard on her smooth little tongue. His penis began to throb and ejaculate deep within her excited, spasming honeypot.

"Mmm—!" With her hands and feet tightly wrapped around Naga's body, Miku closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, her body tense. Her trembling flower chamber contracted in pleasure, once again gushing out sweet nectar.

(15) "Damn it... I'm going to be late!"

In his dream last night, Naga unleashed all the pent-up energy he'd accumulated over the past few days. His semen was left on the wedding dress, between his legs, on his chest, and even in Miku's somewhat resistant mouth.

The immediate consequence was that he only woke up from the warm embrace of the bed when the alarm clock nearly exploded.

Seeing the elevator doors about to close, Naga ran and shouted, "Hey! Wait! There's one more person!" Oh no

... it's closed. At this time, the other person must also be late, so it probably won't open again. Naga lowered his head in frustration, preparing to muster his last bit of strength to climb the stairs.

Fortunately, the person in the elevator was clearly very kind, and the elevator doors, with their cold gleam, silently opened in front of him.

"Ah... thank you so much!" Bowing his head and clasping his hands together in thanks to the kind person inside, Naga plunged into the elevator.

It was empty inside, with only two people inside. Naga and Shimokawa Miku.

Upon seeing Miku's face, Naga immediately recalled a recent dream where a pale, blushing body writhed and moaned, almost causing him to call out her name.

Fortunately, he could distinguish between dream and reality. Seeing her dark circles, he decisively avoided the fact that he was likely late, greeting her with a dry laugh, "Shimokawa-senpai, you don't look well. Are you working too hard?"

"No, it's because I had... uh... a really awful dream." Miku puffed out her cheeks and glared at Naga with a strange expression. "It kept me from sleeping well."

Knowing full well what the dream was about, Naga chuckled inwardly and deliberately joked, "What, did you have a lewd dream because you don't have a boyfriend, senpai?"

Unexpectedly, Miku's face turned bright red. She turned her head away angrily, "Yumeno-kun, you're making jokes like that. I... I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment!"

Uh... she's usually quite easygoing, so is she really bothered by this dream? Naga scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and apologized, "Um, I'm sorry."

A brief, awkward silence filled the elevator. As the doors reopened, Miku turned to look at him and whispered, "It's okay, I... I just didn't get enough rest, I'm not really angry with you."

Naga immediately replied, "No, why would I be angry with my senior? Hehe."

Miku pouted, bluntly exposing him, "You still say you're not angry? Your smile is stiff. As compensation, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

As they walked to the office and were about to part ways, Miku suddenly said to him, "By the way, Yumeno-kun, you... seem a little different today."

Really? Naga touched his face; wasn't he still perfectly normal? Could it be... because he got up late and looked too sloppy?

After clocking in and confirming the tragic fact of being late, Naga sat dejectedly at his desk, lamenting his bonus for the month, not paying much attention to what Miku had said.

When Koga Yu brought the documents over, he said, "Hey... Yumeno-kun, what method did you use today?"

"Huh? A method?" Naga looked at Yu with a puzzled expression, rarely seeing Yu show such a slightly excited look. Wasn't that the kind of expression a woman would have when she saw her prince charming?

Yu's gaze drifted away, and he whispered, "You must have used some method, right? Nothing seems to have changed much, but... um... he looks so much more handsome."

Huh? Naga was certain that his expression was practically screaming "dumbfounded.

" "You... look for yourself!" Yu took out a small mirror and handed it to him, realizing his voice was a bit loud, and quickly lowered his head, pretending to be diligently organizing documents.

Uh... now Naga was genuinely stunned. This face, no matter how he looked at it, was still recognizable as his own, but even he had to admit that the combination of features he'd seen for over twenty years had undergone a subtle change today.

His eyebrows seemed thicker, his nose more defined, and the color and shape of his lips appeared different. His eyes, while not larger, had a subtle upward tilt at the corners… The combined effect was a remarkable transformation, turning him from an above-average appearance into something truly handsome.

Hmm… he couldn't help but gesture with his hand to his chin; with a beard, he even resembled Takenouchi Yutaka.

It felt as if Photoshop had given him a makeover; even his skin looked better. Naga, rather smugly, returned the mirror to Yu, smiling, and said, "Hmm, it seems my charm is finally starting to get noticed."

Yu, realizing he'd been there too long, quickly put the mirror away, finished his work, and returned to his seat. Before sitting down, he couldn't help but glance at Naga again.

Naga mechanically typed on the keyboard, mentally organizing possible reasons.

A conclusion that filled him with immense joy gradually surfaced.

In his first dream, he devoured everything about Nami and got the job he had always longed for; in his second dream, he seized Koga Yu's secret and gained the sexual ability that every man desires; in this dream, he took Miku's virginity and gained the masculine charm he had craved since puberty.

In other words, the dreams that were no longer under his control were gradually realizing his dreams in reality.

If this inference is correct... Naga was so excited that his heartbeat became irregular. He took a few breaths, drank a glass of water, and couldn't help but bury his face under the table, laughing silently with joy.

Oh, God of Luck, with whom I haven't had any contact for over twenty years, you finally thought of me.

(Sixteen) The relationship between a man's charm and confidence is often a mutual influence from the outside in and then from the inside out.

After discovering his own changes, Naga's voice even became more energetic when greeting his colleagues. When helping Seto Asaka move things, he saw her constantly glancing at him from the side, and Naga felt incredibly satisfied.

The woman had an almost mosquito-like sensitivity to a man's appearance; her constant, excited scrutiny showed that his increased charm wasn't just wishful thinking.

That was enough!

He spent half the morning preparing himself, and at lunchtime, as soon as he entered the restaurant, he began searching for Tabe Yui.

If all went well, he should be able to erase the awkward impression from before, right? Perhaps trying to pursue her and eventually dating her wasn't impossible? Aren't female students these days fond of young men in society? Even daughters of wealthy families are more or less influenced by their peers in matters of the heart.

He had to cultivate a gentle and approachable older brother image. Giving himself a pep talk, Naga wiped the sweat from his brow, ready to charge straight in as soon as he found his target.

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, don't be nervous… Oops! Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, startling him so much that he almost dropped the tray he was carrying onto the bald man's head.

"Can't find a seat, Yumeno-kun? Come eat with us, don't be shy." The voice, soft and childlike with a slightly alluring nasal tone, belonged to Matsushima Kae at the reception desk, Naga's subjective ranking of the company's number one beauty.

Objectively speaking, disregarding personality, Fujibayashi Ayane could easily hold a top-three spot in this luxurious office building teeming with beauties. Her exquisitely beautiful, slightly mixed-race features, her fiery and flamboyant figure, and her perpetually watery, aloof, seductive expression were enough to make the men in the building restless.

Unfortunately, no one succeeded. Gradually, the gossip shifted from what kind of men she liked to when she became Kuroki Keiko's possession. Afterwards, the women were overjoyed, and the men sighed with envy.

Stopping the pointless comparisons in his mind, he glanced over; Yui wasn't there. He naturally sat down next to Kae and casually asked, "Matsushima-senpai, aren't you with your companions?"

Kae's fair cheeks immediately flushed with rouge. She quickly shook her hand and said earnestly, "Don't call me senpai, just call me Matsushima. I... I only arrived a little over a week earlier than you."

Huh? Only arrived that early? So that means she wasn't the one who was seduced and played with by the rich young master?

Seemingly sensing what he was thinking, Kae showed a somewhat helpless expression, "Ah... you must have mistaken Haruya-nee's situation for mine. She resigned because she was heartbroken over that man. I only got into this company by taking over her job."

"Well... you didn't have time to make any friends." Women's circles are already difficult to accept new female acquaintances, let alone such a beautiful young girl.

“Yeah,” Kae said with a slightly forlorn expression, “so seeing you, also a newcomer, chatting so naturally with Shimokawa-senpai and Koga-senpai makes me envious.”

“What’s there to envy? Am I that hard to approach?” Hearing that tired yet lively voice, you knew Shimokawa Miku had arrived.

Usually, isn’t this woman always enjoying good food in the office with those beauties from the HR department? Why is she down here today? Naga looked at her strangely, only to be met with a glare from her. Hey… are you going to hold a grudge against me for what happened in my dream? And… you were clearly enjoying it in the dream.

“Ah, that’s not what I meant. It’s just… I just feel so useless. I’m the one with the most free time, yet I can’t even make any friends. Um… maybe everyone else is just too busy.” Perhaps because Miku is someone close to Department Head Kuroki, Kae explained in an almost fearful tone.

However, you could see from Miku’s eyes that Miku harbored obvious hostility towards Kae.

This kind of women's war was clearly not suitable for men to intervene, so Naga wisely touched his nose and began to eat.

What followed was a dull conversation between two young women who had absolutely no liking for each other; anyone with eavesdropping experience would know how terrible this kind of spice for a meal would be.

If a couple's argument can be called a Shura field, this situation wasn't far from Shura hell.

To make matters worse, Kae and Miku would occasionally ask Naga a question, forcing him to mumble "uh-huh" with his mouth full of food, while also being careful not to nod the wrong way.

Ah… if only he could go and talk to Yui; Miku wouldn't be so polite as to suddenly appear and cause trouble for a high school girl he didn't know.

But speaking of which… was this woman jealous?

Naga, whose confidence had slightly increased, began to seriously consider this possibility.

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