[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 16

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The peak season for talent exchange arrived with the influx of graduates into society, and the sudden surge in workload forced Naga to postpone his planned hot spring trip with Miku. Of course, Tsukamoto Sayaka, whom he and Ami were about to capture, was also a factor.

The voluptuous girl who had become increasingly infatuated with Naga and was willing to throw herself into his arms despite knowing about Miku's existence, had completely transformed into a moth drawn to a bright and fiery flame, becoming their prey.

Half thanks to his improved salary and half thanks to Ami's casually given pocket money, Naga bought a used car and finally said goodbye to his life of taking the train and subway. On his first night as a car owner, he couldn't resist calling Kotone after dropping Miku off at home, driving to a secluded place, and having a long-awaited car sex session. For

nearly a month, he hadn't dreamed anymore. It was as if even God didn't know what else he needed.

His parents and younger brother finally began to change their opinions of him, and for the first time in his life, he experienced what it felt like to be an older brother. Under these circumstances, no longer being a dream eater didn't seem so hard to accept.

In that private hotel room, Naga helped Asami also take possession of Tsukamoto Sayaka. The perceptive Asami noticed Sayaka's hidden masochistic tendencies and happily began to train her. Just

then, the first batch of collected talent data was completed, and Naga finally successfully applied for a three-day, two-night trip. Miku,

who had connections at the parent company, also easily secured a vacation. Completely free from work, the two packed their clothes and drove to Hakone in a relaxed and pleasant mood.

Since they weren't tourists from abroad, Naga preferred small hot spring inns with mixed-gender bathing services to the so-called "Seven Hot Springs of Hakone." There were countless such inns near Lake Ashi, and finding a quiet room nestled by the lake wasn't difficult, especially outside of peak tourist season.

"Ah, how enviable, such a young and handsome couple. This way, this way, this way." The innkeeper was a typical figure, dressed in a multicolored checkered kimono and a white headscarf, as if cut from a movie screen.

From the moment they checked into just one room, Miku had been blushing and following behind Naga, silently holding his hand.

More than any verbal or emotional shift in their relationship, traveling together in this place felt like a confirmation to Miku. This subtle female psychology would have been completely incomprehensible to the Naga of the past, but he could now sense it to some extent.

Having secretly confirmed the existence of a small hot spring for couples, Naga eagerly asked as soon as they entered the room, "Miku, want to soak for a while first?"

"Hey, you… even if you're thinking about those 'hen' things, you should at least eat first, right?" Miku's ears were slightly red as she knelt beside a traditional Japanese wardrobe, unpacking their luggage, while playfully complaining. Naga hadn't

driven particularly fast, enjoying the scenery along the way; it was a standard highway of a hundred-odd kilometers per hour, and by the time they arrived, it was almost lunchtime. They had eaten heart-shaped fried egg toast for breakfast at Miku's apartment, which had now been mostly digested. Her reminder immediately spurred my appetite to take over.

“Now that you mention it, I think I’m hungry too.” He smiled and went to help her take clothes out of her bag. “But there doesn’t seem to be any really authentic food here. Shall we go look for something outside? What do you want to eat?”

Miku tilted her head and thought for a moment. “Hmm… ramen, I guess

. Hakone’s ramen hot springs are so famous, even the hot spring broth is made to look like that. The ramen must taste amazing.” If it were Ami, she probably would have chosen the most luxurious kaiseki cuisine without hesitation. This thought flashed through his mind for no apparent reason. Naga smiled and kissed her cheek. “I’ve been promoted twice now, so you don’t have to ask me to treat you to ramen every time to save money, right?”

Miku punched him in the chest. “Don’t underestimate ramen. The value of food isn’t measured by its price. Besides, even the best food is useless if I don’t like it. I like ramen, and that’s fine too.”

“Okay, then let’s find the best ramen shop around here.” After relaxing, Naga easily found a simple sense of pleasure. He casually patted Miku’s buttocks, which were sticking up high as she put things in the closet. “Let’s go.”

"You pervert! If you flatten my butt, you'll be fully responsible." Miku blushed and glared at him, her expression a mix of shyness and feigned indifference that was incredibly cute.

Most office ladies (OLs) are very careful about maintaining the lines of their thighs and buttocks; the sedentary nature of their jobs easily makes these areas, which are usually the most attractive to men, become withered and loose. However, Miku's buttocks, even if slapped dozens of times a day, wouldn't have this problem. The straight lines of her thighs and the elasticity of her round, firm buttocks were clearly the result of at least thirty minutes of sweating every day.

Just that simple slap had made Naga's heart flutter.

The temperature was similar to Tokyo's, so Miku didn't change her clothes. She still wore the same simple outfit of a short skirt and casual shirt as before. But compared to her unpretentious clothes, the result of making Naga wait nearly forty minutes was a sophisticated and charming makeup. She lost some of her innocent cuteness and gained more alluring charm. Her carefully made-up face easily attracted the attention of male passersby.

A satisfied vanity made Naga's steps light and unsteady.

They finally chose a long-established ramen shop. Behind the rustic wooden counter, a ramen chef with graying temples and a turban smiled broadly, wielding his muscular arms. The aroma of the broth filled the not-so-large room.

Intending to save the sake for the later hot springs, Naga ordered juice and slowly enjoyed his leisurely lunch.

During their casual conversation, the two tacitly avoided discussing company matters, whether work or personal.

In this atmosphere, mentioning any name that might provoke Miku's jealousy would be unwise.

With some ulterior motives, Naga casually inquired about Miku's family. To his surprise, the joy on Miku's face instantly froze, even the smile that had been on her lips stiffening like a mask.

"Uh... Naga, can... we not talk about this?" Miku lowered her head, stirring her noodle soup with her chopsticks, and wiped her mouth with a tissue.

"Tell me where you want to go? I've been to Hakone twice before, and I've been to most of the famous places. This is your first time here, so I'll be your guide. It'll be free." Naga wisely changed the subject immediately, suppressing her curiosity. After all, they were dating with marriage in mind, and she would find out about Miku's family situation sooner or later.

“I’ve never had a trip like this before. You decide.” Miku’s face regained some color. She rested her chin on her hand and gave Naga a sly smile. “If it’s not fun, I’ll blame it all on you.”

Naga had prepared a camera; the famous scenery alone would take up most of the time. She nodded confidently. “But are you planning to wear this outfit for the photos?”

Miku blinked and immediately shook her head. “No way.” She paused for a few seconds, her cheeks flushing again. “We’re going to the hot springs this afternoon…you know. Tomorrow, I’ll change into my new dress, and then we can go to the scenic spots to take photos.”

Swallowing the last bite of noodles, Naga looked at Miku expectantly and said with a smile, “Actually, I’d rather take photos of you in the hot springs.”

“You pervert, you’re not allowed to take pictures.” Miku turned her head, flicked her long hair, revealing her red ears, and then muttered softly, “I…I’ll only show it to you.”

【[pos]Yuri Tales of Dream Eaters】 8

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Naga's memories of his childhood trip to Hakone weren't very clear. Back then, he already felt the pressure from his outstanding younger brother, and even soaking in the hot springs couldn't cheer him up. The only thing he remembered clearly was the strong, murky sulfurous smell emanating from the hot springs.

This time, he hadn't chosen a hotel very close to the volcanic lake, so it shouldn't evoke unpleasant memories.

No matter how much he coaxed her, Miku, who had already agreed to bathe with him, refused to change her clothes in front of him. He had no choice but to change into the checkered yukata provided by the hotel and head to the bathing area himself.

As it was exclusive to the deluxe double room, the entrance to each small hot spring could only be opened with the key card for that room. Apparently, they hadn't considered that couples might enter separately; once inside, the door would automatically lock. And there was only one key card.

Naga could only stand in the corridor, holding the wooden tub

, waiting for Miku to appear. "Ah, why didn't you go in?" Miku looked at Naga with some surprise, quickening her pace. Her fair, bare feet on the wooden clogs added an extra touch of traditional Japanese femininity.

Naga pointed to the door lock. "I was afraid I wouldn't hear you knocking, so I waited for you."

"Huh? Is this... how it's designed?" Miku's cheeks flushed slightly again. After all, once the door was open, it would be a private space just for the two of them.

As a virgin, aside from the erotic dream Naga had given her, she probably had no experience of being naked with a man.

Afraid that she would be too embarrassed to turn around and run back to her room, Naga opened the door and let her go in first.

A small courtyard was enclosed by a wall made of bamboo strips, with some ornamental plants in the four corners. In the center was a small hot spring that could only accommodate four or five people at most, with rough stones forming the edge of the pool, giving it a somewhat rustic feel. Next to the shower room door outside the courtyard entrance, there was a wine rack and a refrigerator, and several delicate Japanese sweets were prepared on a wooden tray.

It was a design that would appeal to foreign tourists, but it wasn't so important for couples who were focused on mixed bathing.

Naga walked straight to the clothes rack in the shower area. Having already prepared beforehand, she simply took off her yukata and hung it up. After rinsing herself off, she walked to the edge of the pool and slowly soaked in.

The water's sulfur content wasn't too high, and the temperature was just right, preventing her from turning completely red. Most importantly, the spring water wasn't too murky. Although its therapeutic effects might be somewhat diminished, the parts below the surface were clearly visible. It was obvious that the owner understood what was the selling point for couples.

It seemed the spring water was different from what she expected. Miku awkwardly squatted by the pool, not daring to look at Naga's naked body soaking in it. She said embarrassedly, "Why...why is it different from the ones I've soaked in before?"

Naga secretly chuckled to himself, his eyes already taking in Miku's fair, rosy skin peeking out from under her yukata collar. "Hot springs in different places are different, go take a shower, come soak with me."

"Ugh...I should have brought my swimsuit." Miku, who had assumed the springs near the volcanic lake were all murky, reluctantly entered the shower room with a disappointed expression, reaching through the frosted glass to hang her yukata on the hanger.

Naga smiled contentedly, gazing at the blurry silhouette of the naked body projected behind the frosted glass. Whether he could actually have her or not, at least he'd see her completely today. The heat of the hot spring accelerated his blood flow, and his pink fantasies quickly aroused him.

He had repeatedly emphasized this to himself before coming, almost to the point of hypnosis, to ensure his composure. To maintain his focus, Naga had even arranged to meet Matsushima Kae the night before to thoroughly release his excess energy.

Even so, his member in the water became restless as the shower stopped.

He couldn't help but tap the head of his penis in the water, muttering with a low laugh, "You insatiable thing." After

drying herself, Miku reached for her yukata. Naga couldn't help but laugh and say, "Miku, are you going to come down to the hot spring in your yukata?"

"No, I'm embarrassed." Miku, while tying her yukata's sash, went to the sake rack, took a bottle of sake, placed the dark blue bottle and shallow porcelain bowl on a wooden tray, and carried it to the edge of the pool. "Hey, enjoy yourself first. I… I need to think about it."

"What's wrong? Are you afraid I won't keep my promise?" Naga poured sake into a small porcelain bowl, took a sip, and comfortably leaned against the heated stone by the pool, placing a white towel on his head and opening his arms. "Miku, don't you trust me?" Miku

frowned, thinking seriously, her gaze fixed on Naga's bare arms. After a while, she resignedly lowered her head, covering her burning cheeks with her hands, and got up to walk to the clothes rack in the shower, muttering softly, "Ugh... I'm really going to be seen naked."

This time, she didn't hide in the shower. She took a towel from the wooden tub, then loosened her belt, turned her back to Naga, and slowly took off her yukata, draping it on the rack.

In that illusory erotic dream, Miku was still wearing a wedding dress at the end, meaning that, whether in dream or reality, this was the first time Naga had seen Miku's alluring naked body.

Her long, slender neck descended, her shapely back curving into a slender indentation at her waist, which expanded into a rounded arc by her firm, upturned buttocks, tracing straight, smooth legs and finally outlining her soft, white feet. Beneath her jet-black hair, her pale back resembled a Venus with an oriental allure, radiating a captivating charm.

Naga was slightly surprised. Having been spoiled by countless beauties, he no longer considered Miku among the top beauties, and was confident that his lustful desires in their relationship were negligible. But now, even just this back view made him waver. He truly hadn't expected Miku, naked, to display such captivating beauty.

Barely covering her breasts with a towel, her hands draped over her thighs, Miku turned and slowly made her way to the hot spring.

The vague memories of Miku's body from his dreams finally became clear. Naga stared blankly at Miku's body, momentarily lost in thought.

Of all the women he had tasted, perhaps only Ami could compare to Miku's naked, delicate body.

Like a craftsman who had condensed the wisdom of a thousand years, painstakingly fused all his skills together, carving the essence of beauty from warm jade. The allure usually concealed by clothes and stockings was now fully unleashed.

Every inch of her smooth, flawless skin strongly attracted Naga's masculine impulses. Her perfectly sized, full, and curved breasts almost made Naga rush over to cup them and kiss their upturned, tender tips.

Miku felt a little uneasy under his gaze. Clutching a towel, she carefully entered the pool, blushing, and said, "Can you not look at me like that? It's...it's embarrassing..."

Uh...no, he had to keep his promise; he couldn't let Miku be sad. Naga tried to avert his gaze from the intensely attractive area below her neck; seeing only that familiar face somewhat alleviated his surging desire.

Miku, completely without makeup, looked somewhat different from her usual self. She possessed a more delicate and innocent air, losing some of her usual assertiveness and liveliness. Compared to her energetic "girlfriend," she now looked more like a "newlywed" on her wedding night, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Um, do we really have to stay this far apart?" Naga poured Miku a glass of wine and asked with a smile.

Miku hesitated for a moment, her body still tense and huddled together beneath the water. She looked at Naga pitifully and said, "You promised you'd save it for after the wedding."

Naga nodded vigorously. "I promised."

“Naga, I hate it when people don’t keep their promises. I’ve hated it since I was little.” She looked at Naga and said very seriously, her chin almost touching the water.

“Making you hate me would be the most unbearable thing in my life. Darling, believe me.” Even if they couldn’t go all the way, he desperately wanted more intimate contact. In this hot spring filled with ambiguous steam, he felt he had already restrained himself enough.

Splash, the water rippled with pine needle-like patterns. Holding a towel to her chest, Miku leaned against Naga, pressed her rosy cheek against his shoulder, and complained softly, “It’s all your fault, making me do something so embarrassing.” Still using his hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

The smooth, delicate touch of their bodies pressed together made Naga almost groan in pleasure. He put his arm around Miku's shoulder, kissed her, and brought the porcelain bowl to her lips. "I remember my Shimokawa-senpai was always very bold, wasn't he?"

"Idiot, even bold people can be shy." Miku held the bowl and took a few small sips. "Since I grew up, you're

the only one who's ever seen me like this. I... my face is burning up." "Didn't you say before that you'd only show it to me?" Naga kissed her again, chuckling.

"But you've seen everything." Miku finished the sake in the bowl in one gulp, exhaled, and leaned completely into Naga's embrace. "I feel like I'm becoming a shameless woman too."

Hmm... in this modern metropolis, are there still young women with such strange, old-fashioned ideas as Miku? Naga thought curiously, coaxingly saying, "Silly girl, isn't this kind of intimacy normal between lovers?"

"But...but...we're not married yet."

Marriage seemed to be a strange knot in Miku's heart. Naga's heart raced, and his head felt hot. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their eyes meeting at an impenetrable distance. Perhaps it was a momentary impulse, but Naga was certain he was perfectly clear-headed. "Miku, I will definitely marry you. If you don't mind a man like me, I hope that one day you can wear a wedding dress and become my wife."

At this moment, Naga's mind was filled with no one but Miku.

"You're not planning to take this as a proposal, are you?" After a sweet silence in their embrace, Miku seemed to remember something and said in Naga's arms.

Huh? Is that not allowed? "I think it's quite touching," Naga paused for a moment, then immediately said, "Of course not. Uh... what kind of proposal do you like?"

"It's a bit too fast. Even including the time we inexplicably got involved with, we've only been dating for less than two months." Miku seemed to realize that their relationship had progressed too quickly, and muttered, "Let's talk about it later, I'll think about it slowly. Anyway, you have to satisfy me before I'll marry you."

Seeing through her conservative and old-fashioned side, Naga smiled and hugged her tightly, letting his chest muscles feel the soft elasticity of her breasts. He bit her earlobe and flicked her ear piercing with the tip of his tongue. "I've seen everything about you, you have to make me take responsibility."

Miku let out a soft moan, feeling something hard pressing against her lower abdomen. She blushed and rolled to the side, hugging Naga's body from the side, and said somewhat flusteredly, "Hey, you... you've become, become like that down there."

“It’s normal, my little Miku. Holding a beauty like you, looking at such a beautiful naked body, you’d be surprised if I didn’t get a reaction.” His erection was about to explode, and Naga even started considering watching Miku masturbate by the hot spring to relieve this damn lust.

“Hehe, you’re right.” Miku smiled honestly at the compliment, then asked curiously, “But in those porn movies, those men need women to suck their mouths to get hard like that?”

Hmm… that was a difficult question to answer. Naga thought for a moment and said, “They’re working, facing the naked bodies of actresses all day long, getting hard over and over again. It’s normal to feel tired and numb. A man’s energy is limited.”

“But lust is limitless.” Miku concluded with a smile, popping a piece of pastry into her mouth.

“Yeah.” Naga admitted with a smile, took a sip of sake, turned his head and kissed Miku, pouring half of it into her mouth.

"Hehe, you lecher." She'd already downed three or four bowls of sake. Even in these small porcelain bowls, barely bigger than a sake cup, it was enough to make Miku, who had a low alcohol tolerance and always needed to take hangover remedies before social events and bring along backup, feel slightly tipsy.

Yet, even in this state, she didn't forget to hold one arm across her chest, blocking Naga's furtive, groping hand.

Knowing that bringing up this topic now wouldn't upset Miku, Naga cautiously whispered in her ear, "Miku, there's something I want to discuss with you."

"What?" Miku looked up, her cheeks flushed, clearly drunk. She bit Naga's chest and added, "H-related things are out of the question."

"No," Naga said, creating a slight distance and trying to appear serious, "After this trip, I want... uh, um... I want..." He sounded nervous, his heart pounding clearly. It seemed they should rest after their conversation. "I want you to come to my house and meet my parents."

Miku, slightly drunk, hesitated. "You said... what?"

"I said, I want you to meet my parents. They'll definitely like you a lot." Now that they were here, they couldn't just stop there. Naga stared into Miku's eyes and repeated himself earnestly.

"But... we haven't even reached the point of proposing yet..." Miku looked away timidly, staring at the bottles of wine floating on the wooden tray on the water.

Naga shook his feverish head, grasped Miku's hand from underwater, and let out the pent-up emotions that had been building up inside him, fueled by the alcohol. "Miku, I... I don't know where to begin. I... I have a younger brother, three years younger than me. From a young age, he's always been better than me at everything, superior in every aspect. He's intelligent, strong, sensible, and obedient... From the moment he was born, he... he took away all of my parents' love."

"Miku, I'm so glad you're willing to date me." He splashed some hot water on his face, trying to keep his voice calm. "In my heart, you're the only one I'm confident I won't lose to my brother. I want my parents to meet you, and I... I want you to meet them too."

There were some things Naga couldn't say before, and only in front of his closest person, in such an open and honest state, could he speak, aided by the alcohol.

The love he envied but couldn't have for his parents had always been a hidden pain in his heart that he didn't want to face.

"You... don't want to?" Naga looked at Miku's troubled expression, feeling the heat in his head gradually cooling down.

Miku pursed her lips, pushed the tray on the water aside, and threw herself into his arms. This time, there was nothing to hide between her soft chest and his.

"Your younger brother?" she asked, burying her face in his neck.

"Yes, my own brother." He held Miku close, a strange emotion welling up inside him, temporarily suppressing his surging lust.

Miku squirmed slightly in his arms and sighed softly. "I only worry about one thing."

"What?"

"What if your aunt and uncle don't like me?"

"No, they will definitely like you very much. Very, very much..."

The sentence ended with a long, passionate kiss, the tray of sweets and sake being gently pushed to the other side of the pool by the ripples, swaying slightly.

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When Naga came out, he felt a little dizzy. He didn't know if it was because he had soaked in the hot spring for too long, or because he had drunk too much sake, or because Miku beside him gave him too much happiness.

Although he had been repeatedly aroused by Miku's alluring naked body until they got up and left, he still felt satisfied. He was not in a hurry to get everything he wanted in these three days. For a girl like Miku who was only bold in words, gradual patience was essential.

On the basis of naked embrace, some requests became less difficult.

Without much resistance, Miku felt the hardness and swelling of Naga's penis with her hands for the first time in the water. Her curiosity was as strong as ever. After overcoming her initial shame, she felt more and more carefully the strange sensation brought by the completely different organs of men and women.

While resting by the pool after getting out of the water, she couldn't resist sitting next to Naga, playing with his softened penis with her slender fingers, watching it swell little by little, and observing the dramatic changes in his genitals as they became engorged with blood, a cute expression of surprise on her face.

The combination of alcohol and hot springs seemed to really make her more unrestrained.

After putting on her yukata, Miku's hot body seemed to cool down a bit, and she became a little more sober. She continued to blush shyly, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Naga. She only hooked her right pinky finger around his sleeve, taking small steps behind him, and whispered, "Ugh, I did something so embarrassing... Waaah..."

"How can showing your full beauty in front of someone you like be embarrassing?" Naga said gently, leading her back to the room.

There was still some time before dinner, and because the temptations of the hot springs were so strong, Naga's mind was still filled with images of Miku's glistening naked body. To prevent his animalistic instincts from taking over too much, he suggested they take a stroll through the nearby streets, hoping to find a suitable restaurant and have dinner there as well.

"Hmm...we won't go too far, will we?" Miku took out her large bag of clothes, walked behind the slatted window, and asked.

"No, just a walk. The breeze with the scent of lake water will be refreshing." Naga shrugged, glancing furtively at the vague outline visible through the slatted window, and pulled his pants up.

"Ah, I need to dry my hair first," Miku said hesitantly. "Naga, I might have to trouble you to wait a while. I'd like to put on some makeup. Or... why don't you go play some games at the arcade across the street? I'll call you when I'm done at the door."

After gaining the Dream Eater's abilities, Naga had gradually lost his passion for many things he used to enjoy. However, to kill time, staring at the TV screen was definitely not as good as playing a couple of games. "Oh, I'll go then." Choosing a

machine closest to the door, he placed the token box beside him and quickly blended into the noisy environment, controlling the character on the screen to fight fiercely. It wasn't his favorite fighting game, but it was still easy to speed up the passage of time. Just as he

was about to insert a coin to continue and prepare to give the annoying boss a good beating, his phone in his pocket started buzzing.

He emptied the remaining tokens from the box into his hand and put them in his pocket. Naga walked to the door, and as soon as he pushed it open, he saw Miku's beautiful face, lightly made up, standing smiling on the street.

In stark contrast to her simple, casual attire upon arrival, Miku, carrying a white handbag and still barefoot in blue ribbon-strap clogs, was now dressed in an exquisite and elegant kimono. Her jet-

black hair was meticulously pulled back, adorned with a simple yet refined hairpin, and a pair of small purple bead earrings dangled from her delicate earlobes, making her slender neck appear even more fair and delicate.

"What's wrong? You look like you don't recognize me..." Miku looked at his stunned expression with amusement and teased him, "Doesn't it look good? Then I'll go back and change it. Ugh, I (Boku) put in so much effort..."

"It looks good, uh...it looks amazing." Naga didn't react for a moment, then laughed, "Hey, don't deliberately imitate the tone of anime characters, it's so awkward."

"Hehe, you always say that your favorite thing used to be watching anime. I've only watched two or three episodes of Kanon, I can't imitate anything else. How about it, do I imitate Ayu well?"

Naga chatted with her with a smile, walking hand in hand towards the distance of the street, enjoying the envious glances of the men around them while feeling the warmth of her palm.

Only then did he realize that Miku had silently learned a lot, so she could listen to him talk about his past life so smoothly and naturally at times like this, occasionally adding a sentence that wasn't abrupt.

Was it because of the stimulation that Ai had given her earlier? Naga gave a bitter smile to himself, forcing himself to stop thinking about that long-lost slender figure.

Even the most dreamy person must eventually turn their gaze towards reality. And right now, beside him was his reality.

His Miku.

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"Naga," Miku said in a coquettish tone, burying her face in the newly laid-out soft bedding. She kicked off her clogs and curled her knees up. "Ah... my feet are so sore. Next time you wear a kimono and clogs, you have to remind me not to walk so far."

"It's all because you heard the food there is delicious, and you insisted on going." Naga chuckled, hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes to walk across the tatami mat and sit down beside her. "Shall I massage them for you?"

Miku turned her head, squinting at him through the loose strands of hair that had fallen from her bun. "Um, please."

Holding her slender ankle, Naga carefully grasped her delicate, white foot in his hands. Her bare foot was about the size of his palm, the cool skin smooth and supple. Because her toes were pointing forward, the cherry-red sole was slightly wrinkled, offering the entire instep to his palm.

Gently caressing the delicate skin, Naga's hands began to gently massage her arch and ankle. He didn't actually know how to massage; he simply adjusted the pressure in his hands according to Miku's soft humming, helping her move her tired feet.

"Mmm, so comfortable, Naga." Miku bit her lower lip, rolled over onto the sheets, and placed her feet on his knees. Naga's

gaze instinctively wanted to travel up her ankles and into the depths of her kimono's hem. To distract himself, Naga turned on the TV.

Newly debuted comedians were energetically performing their painstakingly crafted jokes on screen. The audience, under the direction of the staff, cooperated with deliberate laughter, and the handsome idols also swayed back and forth, stringing together one boring segment after another with formulaic lines.

Apart from the sexy guests with pretty faces and hot bodies, this kind of variety show had absolutely no value to Naga.

Miku, on the other hand, was enjoying it very much. Perhaps because she rarely watched these kinds of things, she still laughed with a sense of novelty at many of the jokes that Naga could almost perfectly replicate, covering her mouth with her hand until she laughed until tears streamed down her face.

After watching for a while, bored, Naga turned his gaze back to Miku. It became a chain where Miku watched TV while he watched Miku.

During a commercial break, Miku noticed Naga's focused gaze and blushed deeply, saying coquettishly, "You...you should just watch TV properly. Why are you staring at me like that? It's so weird."

"The TV isn't as interesting as you." Naga could now deliver flirtatious remarks with ease, and he had learned to match them with a serious expression to make it seem like a genuine compliment rather than a frivolous flattery. He was genuinely pleased with his own transformation.

"Ugh." As he expected, Miku's face turned even redder. She turned her head away and continued watching the TV, loosening her hair at the back of her head.

Her black hair fell loose, the sash of her kimono loosened slightly, and the collar of her kimono was askew, revealing a shallow hollow of her left collarbone.

Naga immediately heard his own breathing become heavy. He lowered his head, focusing his attention on Miku's feet, but those beautiful bare feet, even slightly more exquisite than Ayami's, easily ignited his lust for his foot fetish.

Unaware that Naga's gaze had deepened, Miku continued watching the noisy variety show on TV, giggling. When she laughed heartily, her beautiful feet trembled gently in Naga's hands, like a living work of art.

After watching for a while, probably intending to rest, Miku gently removed her earrings, placed them under her pillow, adjusted her position slightly, and comfortably pressed her head into the soft pillow.

Naga, who was using the guise of a massage to fondle the beautiful feet in his hands, heard her whisper, "Naga, um... when you asked me about my family, I didn't really mean to be angry with you."

"It's okay, I'm not bothered by it anymore." Naga looked up, then froze. Miku's black hair was disheveled, her kimono was slightly messy, and her face was somewhat dazed from exhaustion. That expression and appearance... were strikingly similar to the photograph he had seen in his dream that day.

Fortunately, he could tell that Miku was definitely not the woman in the photograph.

"However, I still wanted you to know." Miku sighed softly, a rare sadness appearing on her face, "I... have been alone for a long time."

"Eh?" Naga stopped what he was doing in surprise. In his experience, such a cheerful and lovely girl didn't seem like someone who had lost her parents and was living alone.

She seemed to be struggling to maintain her resolve. As she spoke, her slender fingers tightly gripped the sash of her kimono. "I... am not the product of my parents' love. I was simply unwanted when I came into this world. My mother tried to kill me by taking drugs, taking ice baths, and for half a month, repeatedly jumping from heights every day." Miku's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were talking about something that had happened to someone else. "After learning all this, I wondered how lucky I was to have grown in my mother's womb and been born. When I'm unhappy, I tell myself, what could be more unpleasant than my mother wanting to kill me before I was even born?"

She wiggled her foot and touched Naga's hand. "Don't stop... that felt so good."

"Uh, oh." Naga's hand continued moving, but her mind was completely absorbed in Miku's words.

As the big toe pressed against the sole of her foot, Miku hummed contentedly twice and continued slowly, "After I was born, my mother could no longer bring herself to harm me. She told me, 'Miku, when I see you, my heart melts.' But I couldn't bring my mother happiness. From the moment she gave birth to me, she lived a life of humiliation, and her health deteriorated. The year I graduated from middle school, she went to another world, searching for the peace and tranquility she had never found."

"Then... your father..." Naga vaguely sensed something, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Never mind, let's stop here."

"I don't have a father." As expected, Miku gave the answer he had guessed, "My mother was raped when she gave birth to me. My maternal grandfather's family also severed ties with my mother because of the pregnancy. She wasn't even allowed to enter my grandfather's funeral to pay her respects."

“Naga, this is my family. Although… not all of them.” She still smiled, pulled her foot back, got up and snuggled into his arms, hugging his waist, her cheek against his chest, and whispered, “But they are all an illusion, they don’t exist in my heart.”

“Don’t abandon me… I only have you.” The last sentence was as faint as a firefly.

(56)

Originally, Naga had planned to take their relationship a step further before going to sleep. After soaking in the hot spring, he began to think about how to make Miku as close as possible to things that were deeper than kissing and caressing but not quite to the point of becoming one.

As a result, after Miku finished her story, he couldn’t muster any interest. In the following days, he kept telling boring jokes and telling embarrassing stories from his childhood, until the two of them fell asleep unconsciously in the warm quilt.

They slept without any dreams.

After waking up, Miku, who had never been out sightseeing before, finally saw the most famous sights in Hakone under the guidance of Naga, whose tour guide skills were as far from professional as Mount Fuji.

It was rare to see Miku dressed so meticulously in her casual clothes, and Naga greedily captured every memorable moment with his camera, imprinting them in his mind and on his memory card.

Under Miku's charming advances, even Naga, who dislikes taking photos, managed to snap over a dozen pictures. Of course, photos of the two of them together at every scenic spot were also essential. Like any couple traveling together for the first time, they left intimate embraces at every place they visited, drawing envy from countless passersby.

Tired from their trip, they returned to their hotel in the afternoon and soaked in the hot springs for a while. This time, Miku was much more open. Although still blushing, she didn't hesitate, taking off her yukata in front of Naga, wrapping a towel around her chest, covering her crotch, and slipping into the water beside him.

After a few cups of sake, the blush on her face gradually gave way to a pleasant buzz. After a familiar kiss with Naga, she gently bit his lip and whispered, "Naga, if a man's thing is always hard, won't it be painful?"

Naga immediately realized his opportunity had arrived.

He gently shook his head, pretending it was nothing, and returned her kiss. "It's a little uncomfortable, but I can bear it. I am indeed a lustful man, but I don't want to be looked down upon by the girl I like."

Sure enough, Miku looked apologetic, her hand tentatively stroking his erect penis underwater. "I... I really want to save it for our wedding day. Naga, I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."

"Silly girl, such a beautiful and lovely girlfriend is soaking in the hot spring with me, not even wearing a swimsuit. I can kiss you, caress you, that's enough. As for that, if I leave it alone, it will eventually soften." He said this, his hands gently stroking Miku's waist, enjoying the soft and smooth touch of his palms.

"Mmm..." Miku tilted her head, her fingers timidly pinching the hard penis, feeling a little scared of its diameter, mostly thinking about the horrific experience of having such a huge thing inserted into her body on their wedding night.

Knowing that Miku harbored a certain wariness towards men due to her mother's special circumstances, and worried that making her seriously consider such questions at this time might trigger unpredictable reactions, Naga pecked her cheek and decided to change the subject, letting the opportunity cool down a bit. "Speaking of which, darling, when did you fall in love with me?"

Miku paused for a moment, immediately turning her head away, avoiding his eyes, and awkwardly said, "I... I don't remember. Being with you all the time, no... without realizing it, I developed that feeling."

"Then what do you like about me? I need to remember it well and keep it." Naga subtly pulled Miku's naked body closer to him, this tight embrace clearly entering adult territory. However, while answering Naga's question, she was also feeling the magnificence of his penis with her fingers. Distracted, the little beauty completely disregarded the change in their position, and instead, to make herself more comfortable, she actively shifted her hips and sat on Naga's lap.

The area near the knee on the thigh clearly felt the woman's most private parts pressing down with her weight, and my attention immediately focused on it, carefully tracing the beautiful shape of those two soft, moist lips.

"I don't know," Miku answered hesitantly. "At first, I just thought you were a nice person, not arrogant, and quite friendly, so I had a bit of a crush on you. I didn't have many opportunities to meet men. I hate those rich young men, and older men are out of the question. The dead programmer at the company upstairs just laughs at me like an idiot. It's normal that I thought you were nice back then."

She lowered her head. "Later, later I gradually developed feelings of love, especially after that strange dream I had. When I saw you again, my heart was pounding so fast, and I had to try really hard not to get my face burning every time... Ugh, don't laugh at me." She poked his chest with her other hand in protest. "Even if I'm bewitched, it's your fault. You must have cursed me."

"If I had that kind of power, I would cast a spell on you every day. So you could never leave me for the rest of your life..." Naga took the opportunity to launch a tender offensive, placing his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer, and kissing her deeply.

She moved her lips away, panting heavily, "No, no, decades from now, I'll be old and ugly, I'll definitely hide, I don't want you to see me."

"I won't let you hide, you'll always be my Miku." Chasing her rosy lips, Naga stroked the skin near Miku's waist, close to her sensitive areas, with his fingers. Since she had also recalled that almost realistic erotic dream, it was clearly the perfect opportunity to awaken her senses.

Already quite used to his harmless caresses, Miku didn't realize his intentions. Moved by his sweet words, her soft little hands finally overcame her unease and grasped the thick root. No longer just touching it out of curiosity, she began to imitate what she had seen in her memory, tentatively stroking it up and down.

"Will this feel better?" With her right hand on Naga's shoulder, Miku leaned to the side, earnestly moving her left hand up and down in the water, causing tiny ripples to appear on the narrow surface of the water between their chests.

"Mmm..." Naga let out a satisfied moan, grasping Miku's slender nape beneath her hair, pulling her towards him, and lowering his head to lick her moist neck.

The hot spring wasn't exactly a perfect spot for intimacy; the slightly astringent taste of the mineral-rich water made Naga consider moving to the veranda by the pool.

"It itches," Miku murmured, shrinking her neck slightly, trying to avoid him. "You...you shouldn't tease me. I want to help you."

"Okay, okay," Naga cautiously suggested, not wanting to interrupt the opportunity he'd finally gotten, "But it's not very convenient here. How about we go to the floor over there?"

Miku glanced over; the yukata laid out there would indeed be more convenient than soaking in the hot spring.

Naga looked at her rounded breasts beneath the water, his desire already fully ignited. If she nodded, he would immediately carry her to the floor, even if it was just masturbation, he couldn't wait.

However, he underestimated Miku's shyness and conservatism. After hesitating for a long time, she finally let go of his hand and gave Naga a comforting kiss. "I'm sorry, I still can't do it here." As if she had made up her mind, she buried her face in Naga's chest and whispered, "Um... can I try again in the room tonight?"

"Uh... okay." Although somewhat disappointed, Naga couldn't bear to say anything more than that.

(57)

After making the bed that night, Miku not only didn't forget her promise, but also put on a posture that surprised Naga.

She went to the bathroom to take a shower wearing her own pajamas, but when she came back, she had changed into the long robe under the small patterned kimono and put the pajamas on the outside. After taking off her pajamas in the room, under the light, Miku's curvaceous figure was directly exposed to Naga's eyes through the thin material of the long robe.

"Naga, I... I'm ready."

Naga didn't immediately recall the promise he made to Miku during the afternoon hot springs, and asked blankly, "Huh? What... ready?"

Miku was a little embarrassed and annoyed by his question. She took small steps to the bedside and sat down, pinching his thigh angrily. "Hey, I only helped you because I felt sorry for you and you were uncomfortable. If you forgot, then forget it."

Naga then realized why Miku insisted that he take another shower after he had already showered. He quickly sat up and took her hand. "No, I didn't forget, it's just... uh... you look so beautiful dressed like this, I forgot everything else."

"Liar," Miku blushed and lowered her head slightly. "You've seen everything these past two days. How can you still think I'm beautiful?"

Inexperienced women haven't yet realized the powerful allure of a veiled woman.

But this was easy to prove. Naga chuckled, pulling her hand to the part of his body he most wanted to be touched. "A man's body doesn't lie. Look, you touched it, didn't you? Isn't it hard again?"

"Hmm..." Miku looked at her hand curiously. Her crotch was indeed bulging high under her fingers. Through the thin fabric, she could feel the penis, which was just as big and hard as it had been that afternoon. "This time... it got bigger so quickly."

"That's proof of your charm," Naga said softly, getting up and reaching out to embrace her. Before she began to serve him, it would be good to enjoy Miku's fragrant and smooth skin after her bath.

Miku raised her hand and pushed him away, shaking her head somewhat awkwardly. She whispered, "No, don't do that. When you touch me, I feel hot, numb, and itchy all over. It feels so strange. I... since I'm going to help you, don't distract me."

Naga paused, then smiled understandingly, putting his hands behind his head and lying down on the sheets. It seems the kisses and caresses of the past two days haven't been in vain. A woman's pleasure is slowly awakening within Miku. Deep down, she must understand what that strange feeling means, but she's unwilling to confront it until the wedding arrives.

"Alright, darling, then I'll leave it all to you." He stared at Miku's tense face and spread his legs apart.

"Hmm... first, I should take it out." Muttering to herself like reciting a textbook, Miku rolled up her sleeves and used both hands to unzip his pants. The brief panties made her unsure where to begin. After some effort, she managed to push the obstructing fabric aside and pull his erect penis out from between the zippers.

"Next, I need some lubricant." She carefully considered the steps and took out some lotion from the wooden basin.

"That won't work, it'll foam." If she applied that stuff, she wouldn't have a chance to coax him into putting his penis in her mouth anytime soon, so Naga quickly reminded her, "Saliva is better."

"Huh?" Miku blinked, lowered her head, and tentatively spat some saliva into her palm, grasped the penis, and moved it up and down. "Uh, it seems to work."

"Hmm, and then, and then..." She thought for a moment, gradually increasing the pressure on her hand, her eyes intently watching Naga's expression.

It seemed her textbook taught her to observe the man's reaction to determine her actions. Naga smiled wryly to herself. When she felt that her strength was just right to bring pleasure without pain, she cooperated by letting out a comfortable groan.

"Phew." She let out a small breath, maintaining the same strength, leaning forward, supporting her elbow with her other hand, and diligently moving it up and down.

If she hadn't touched a woman's body for seventeen or eighteen days, Naga might still have a thirty percent chance of getting aroused by such clumsy movements. With him now having ample outlets for his pent-up emotions, even if Miku continued like this for an hour, it wouldn't yield any results.

Besides, with such effort, she couldn't possibly keep going for very long.

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, Miku released her left hand, shook her wrist, spat some saliva into her right palm, and began to switch hands.

"Ugh... Didn't you feel comfortable? Why, why aren't you coming out yet?" She looked at Naga anxiously, realizing that things weren't as easy as she had thought.

Naga chuckled and shrugged. "It's quite comfortable, but it's far from enough to make me ejaculate. I'm past the age where I can't handle that level of stimulation anymore, I'm sorry."

As he expected, Miku's resentment temporarily overshadowed her shame. She stared at the erect, purplish-red glans, her expression becoming somewhat complicated. After hesitating for a few seconds, she suddenly asked, "Naga, can Matsushima, Koga, and Kobayashi help you ejaculate even when they're not with you?"

"Huh?" This time, Naga was genuinely surprised, so much so that his penis almost went limp. "You... why are you suddenly asking this? I... I..."

"Don't play dumb. I'm not stupid. I can guess and see it. How could I possibly miss the company gossip? I'm not arguing with you right now, I'm asking you seriously. Don't worry about my jealousy, just tell me, did they easily help you ejaculate?" Miku pinched his penis, squinting at him as she asked.

He suspected that if his answer displeased her, her manhood might be snapped in the next second. "Uh... it's not too easy. My stamina is at a very good level. They couldn't do it with just their hands." He spoke slowly, carefully observing Miku's expression.

After all, even though Miku had sobered up a bit after her bath, she was still five or six parts drunk, and it was hard to predict what she might do.

"So, they all used...oral sex?" Approaching his manhood very close, Miku looked incredulous. "I...I thought only AV actresses did that. Isn't this...this is where you pee?"

Gradually calming down from his initial panic at being exposed, Naga realized Miku's jealousy was still being suppressed. He nodded, carefully choosing his words, "Um...Miku, I'm very clean. Uh...isn't kissing also about sucking each other's saliva? I love you, so I don't think any part of your body is dirty. I'm willing to kiss every part of your body, as long as you allow it."

This wasn't a lie. After showering, if Miku wanted, he would lick every part of her body without hesitation, whether it was her vagina next to her urethra, or her anus, which most people would feel ashamed of.

Miku's focus seemed a little different. She brought her face closer, her rosy lips almost touching the erect penis. She whispered, "I won't lose to them." Then, she opened her mouth, her smooth tongue pressing against the glans without hesitation.

Naga's fluctuating emotions left him somewhat disoriented, yet he still trembled with pleasure, his legs stretching out forcefully as he groaned, "Oh...oh oh..."

Finding that it wasn't too dirty, except for a slightly salty taste, Miku frowned and meticulously licked around the glans, clearly putting her cravings from AV into practice. When only the taste of her saliva remained on the glans, she looked up at Naga and, with a gulp, took the entire shaft into her mouth.

The gap between theoretical knowledge and practice was clearly not something that could be bridged in a short time. Miku strained to open her small mouth as wide as possible, her moist mouth trying to envelop Naga's penis, rubbing it up and down. Although her teeth occasionally brushed against it, she still tried to squeeze the hard object sliding in the center with her lips.

For a woman performing oral sex on a man for the first time, this was good enough.

However, it was still quite a distance from making Naga ejaculate.

He kept tightening the muscles in his perineum, just like he did when he wanted to finish quickly during masturbation, but the tingling pleasure he felt was not enough to build up the urge to ejaculate.

Miku's breathing became more and more rapid, and a few strands of hair that were tied behind her head fell down and clung to her sweaty cheeks. She was doing it too seriously, and while her hands were helping to masturbate, her bent body was also exerting force in meaningless places.

In just over ten minutes, a layer of fine sweat appeared on her body. The long robe made of thin silk was already very close to her body, and once the sweat stains appeared, her whole body became an alluring posture that was almost naked but not completely naked.

Thanks to the beautiful scenery before him, Naga's pleasure intensified. He boldly instructed, "Miku, use...use your tongue more. When you lift it up, suck it in tighter. Mmm...yes, that's it, so comfortable..."

Miku raised her head, maintaining the up-and-down motion of her palm, wiping the saliva dripping from the corner of her lips, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Ugh, my chin is sore, why is it so hard to come?"

Naga touched his head with a hint of pride and said with a smile, "Darling, if I ejaculate as soon as you kiss me, you won't be happy in the future, will you?"

Her face immediately turned a little red, "Uh...you're right." Seemingly realizing that Naga's stamina wouldn't be a bad thing for her in the long run, she lowered her head again, her dark hair rising and falling before Naga's eyes.

Finally finding a way to keep her tongue sucking while her lips moved, her new round of attacks finally aroused Naga's sensitive spots, and he no longer needed to make half-hearted moans, beginning to express his satisfaction with groans based on his true feelings.

This pleasure accumulated for about twenty minutes. Naga finally felt a heavy, tingling sensation in his lower back. Then, an explosive surge of lust rushed towards his swollen end. For a moment, the pleasure blurred his vision, making it impossible for him to utter a sound.

Miku's nose was covered in glistening beads of sweat, and her lips were rubbed raw and numb. She only felt the hard, oval-shaped object moving in her mouth suddenly seem to have grown larger. The next second, a powerful, hot stream shot deep into her throat.

She didn't understand what was happening. To avoid choking, her body instinctively swallowed. When the first mouthful of slightly fishy-tasting liquid gulped down, she suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly backed away.

The male's ejaculation didn't stop there. A second stream of white fluid sprayed directly above her lips, which she couldn't avoid in time, sticking to her nose. The next few spurts were much weaker, with most of the condensed milk-like fluid sticking to her chest, and the rest dripping onto the sheets between Naga's legs.

She quickly took out a tissue to wipe the marks on her face, spitting out the rest of her mouth. Miku frowned and complained, "It's sticky and smelly. Ugh... Luckily I changed into my long robe beforehand, so it doesn't matter if it gets dirty." She wiped her sweat, not caring that Naga had ejaculated in her mouth without warning, and sat down on her heels with a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, I'm exhausted. If this keeps happening, my chin will definitely get really strong from all the exercise."

"If you don't insist on waiting until after we get married, I'll be the one who has to work the hardest." Naga deliberately gave a wicked smile, got up, hugged her, and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, I feel much better, my whole body feels several times lighter."

“Oral sex is so tiring,” Miku pursed her lips, whether sarcastically or casually, it was hard to tell. “If I had known it would be like this, I would have just had Kae and the others help you.”

With his sexual desires satisfied, it was time to sort out the issues between them. Naga tentatively asked, “You…aren’t you angry?”

Miku twisted her body, breaking free from his embrace. She went behind the partition to change into the pajamas she had brought, then returned, turning off the main light and turning on the bedside lamp. She crawled into the blankets beside him, her back to him, and said, “When I found out, I was furious. I was home alone, writing your name on a piece of paper, then tearing it to shreds. If you were lying in front of me like you are tonight, I would have bitten off your thing.”

“I…”

“Don’t say anymore.” Miku interrupted him with a bitter smile. “I’m not angry now. I’m just…unwilling. Why…why did I have to fall in love with you? To the point that I’ve abandoned my principles and self-respect, becoming a shameless woman.”

She was silent for a moment, then repeated the same words she had said before.

"You must have cursed me."

But this time, Naga didn't utter any sweet words. He stared blankly at Miku's slender back, slowly lowered his head, and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He raised his hand, covered his face, and slumped dejectedly onto the bed.

(58)

Until the end of the trip, Miku never mentioned Naga's womanizing ways again, as if nothing had happened. She still smiled and stayed by his side, happily holding his hand, occasionally extending her delicate cheek for him to kiss.

This finally put Naga's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, back down.

Back at the company, busy days continued to fly by in the intricate gears of the vast social machine. Dates became a rare luxury. Occasionally, when the two went to Miku's apartment together, they would mostly embrace tenderly, watching TV and enjoying a moment of tranquility.

The intimate contact during this hot spring trip became a precious memory worth keeping in a box.

Despite devoting most of his energy to his work, Naga's desires, far stronger than most, slowly took over his mind. After Miku's polite refusal once, he couldn't resist Ami's temptations and threats, and participated in the capture of Hosokawa Noriko.

As a reward for his return, Ami was unusually generous. On an afternoon when only the two of them were on duty, she squatted under the large desk, knelt between his legs, and took his penis in her mouth, letting him ejaculate three times. As

the intense pleasure before ejaculation arrived, even Miku's clear face couldn't help but blur...

Hosokawa Noriko was a friend of Tsukamoto Sayaka. Sayaka, trained into an excellent love slave, quickly helped Naga capture Hosokawa Noriko with the intention of dragging others down with her. The first time he raped that beautiful, voluptuous, and pure-looking OL, ejaculating on her crying face, Naga clearly felt the dam he had painstakingly built after returning from his trip crack open with a deep fissure.

Once the dam's breach is opened, a collapse is inevitable. With a sense of self-abandonment, Naga once again succumbed to his intense desires and resumed his life of maneuvering among sexual partners.

In an empty copy room, he pressed Koga Yu face down, copying the shape of her full breasts while penetrating her from behind; on the rooftop where someone could come up at any moment, he pulled Kobayashi An's panties from under her skirt, leaving her suspended against the cold safety net, receiving his thrusts; in an empty office after working overtime, he lifted Matsushima Kae's petite body onto the table, ignoring her shameful resistance, and violently violated her wet vagina; in the men's restroom with a "Cleaning in Progress" sign, he put on a condom and, relying solely on the lubrication of soap, repeatedly thrust... He inserted Sayaka's anus until it was so swollen and red that it could barely close; and Hosokawa Noriko, who was the last and most exciting to fall into his hands, practically became a dedicated oral sex worker under his desk, curled up in the cramped space, crying as she licked the man's penis; he also occasionally played group sex games with Asami, and out of a vengeful mentality, he would demand to ejaculate inside Asami each time, constantly playing with her body that was resistant to men, hoping that she would awaken a normal view of sex under the play of men.

During the days when Miku was not around, Naga's life was monotonous, consisting only of sleep, work, and sex.

Summer arrived in this cycle, and finally, the long-awaited Sunday arrived, a Sunday when neither Miku nor he needed to work overtime.

"Hey, I... is it really okay to wear this? Isn't it too flashy? If Uncle is a serious person, won't he think I'm an indecent woman?" Miku said anxiously to Naga, staring at her pink dress.

“It’s alright, you look absolutely gorgeous today. Even if my father is a picky jerk, he definitely won’t find a single fault with you.” Naga kept his eyes on the road ahead while trying to reassure his extremely nervous lover.

“As a father looking at his son’s girlfriend, being pretty certainly isn’t the most important thing. What if he thinks I look frivolous? That would be a disaster.” Accustomed to simple and plain casual clothes, Miku was still uneasy about this outfit, which wouldn’t be inappropriate for a party. “I… should I take off my earrings? Are the pendants too big?”

Naga just smiled, wondering if he would be just as nervous if Miku’s family were still around.

After arriving at their destination, Miku took seven or eight deep breaths in the passenger seat before carefully getting out of the car. She was wearing her new stilettos today, which made her figure look better and her height more compatible with Naga’s, but the higher heels meant she could easily twist her ankle and fall, becoming a laughing stock.

She slung her handbag over her elbow, carefully checked her makeup against the car window to make sure it was perfect, then placed her hands flat on her lower abdomen, taking small, awkward steps—more stiff than elegant—towards Naga, who was already waiting at the door, as if she were about to meet a head of state.

"Relax, Miku. You're making me nervous too," Naga said helplessly, shaking her head at her unnatural smile. After

taking a dozen deep breaths at the door, Miku finally regained some composure. "Let's go in." Then, taking a step onto the doorstep, she stumbled and fell. The first thing Mrs. Yumeno, who opened the door upon hearing the voice, saw was Miku clinging to Naga in a completely unseemly manner.

"Ugh… I shouldn't have worn those high heels. So embarrassing…" Blushing, Miku hid behind Naga, looking like she wanted to disappear into the ground, grumbling about her shoes.

In the living room, his father, mother, and younger brother were all waiting for Naga. He was a little nervous, and carefully composed himself while changing his shoes. He took Miku's hand and walked into the house.

(59)

After sending Miku back home, Naga returned to his room and felt even more exhausted than after a day's work.

Fortunately, the result was not bad. His mother's satisfaction with Miku was almost overflowing, and her enthusiasm and closeness made Naga a little jealous. Although his father was still taciturn, his approving gaze had not appeared in front of Naga for a long time. As for his younger brother, Hoshina, he showed him envy for the first time. He had recently mentioned a young girl who worked part-time in his lab, and seemed to like her quite a bit. It seemed that the girl was quite different from Miku, otherwise the competitive Hoshina would not have expressed his envy so openly.

Of the affirmation from his three relatives, Hoshina's envy was the part that made him feel the most proud. It even made him feel like he was finally experiencing what it meant to be the eldest brother.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to go to sleep, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

He opened the door, and his younger brother, Hoshina, stood outside, looking at him earnestly. "Brother, I... I have something I want to discuss with you."

Discuss? It seemed like this younger brother hadn't used that word on him since he was five. Had bringing home a future sister-in-law today affected his personality? Naga, puzzled, stepped aside, the doorway he habitually blocked. "Oh, come in and talk."

After a few words, Naga realized that Hoshina needed his help. Moreover, it was something he was too embarrassed to say but had to, hence the rambling, shifty-eyed praise of Miku.

Naga, of course, wanted to savor this rare moment of awkwardness in his excellent younger brother. He pretended not to notice and simply chatted with Hoshina.

The two brothers didn't have much in common. Hoshina had almost no interest in the anime, novels, games, and various websites that Naga was interested in, and what Hoshina was an expert in was like gibberish to Naga.

When the topic surrounding Miku had to end due to a lack of conversation topics, an awkward silence fell over the bedroom.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Naga turned on the computer and sat down in the chair. "Alright, Hoshin, what's wrong? Say it like a man. I'm your older brother, after all. Don't be shy."

Heh... it felt great to say that. Naga spun around in his chair, turning his back to Hoshin and laughing.

"Yeah, okay." Hoshin tugged at his collar, his voice low and somber. "Brother, how much savings do you have?"

Huh? Borrowing money? This was truly unexpected for Naga. Although he hadn't guessed what his brother would ask, he never imagined that Hoshin, who was always quite well-off, would ask him for money.

"What's going on? I remember you have quite a bit of savings. What happened?" Naga frowned, turning to look at his brother, asking suspiciously.

"I... I do need it urgently. The girl I mentioned at home, the one named Kagiri Meng."

"Oh... I remember. What happened to her?" Because the pronunciation of her name was similar to Yui's, and her surname was rather unusual, Naga easily remembered.

“I have to help her.” Hoshina raised his head firmly. “Her family owes a lot of money to loan sharks. Her father committed suicide because of it, and her mother is missing. She’s probably been sold to South Asia. She’s been hiding for so long, but she’s still been found out. Brother, I… I really like her. From the first time I saw her, I felt that all the girlfriends I’ve had in my life were regrettable mistakes. I have to help her. I’ve used all my savings, and I’m still short. Brother, can you help me?”

“How much do you need?” Naga raised an eyebrow, unable to help but be curious about the girl who could make Hoshina so infatuated. However, he should be grateful to her for making his younger brother come to him for help.

“Maybe… around five million. How much do you have? Lend it to me, and I can figure out the rest.” Hoshina lowered his head in frustration, clenching his fists. He obviously didn’t want to ask his parents for money, which was why he came to Naga for help. But even Naga, who had been promoted so quickly, shouldn’t be able to come up with such an amount all at once.

However, that kind of estimate only makes sense for employees who earn a normal salary. His cooperation with Ami gave Naga far more than just a woman’s beautiful body. With his extravagant second young lady providing him with extra income whenever she was in a good mood, his disposable yen had already approached the eight-figure mark last month.

Lacking any real desire for money, Naga preferred seeing his younger brother owe him money to those cold, hard numbers. He smiled, got up, and patted Hoshina on the shoulder. "You don't need to think of anything else. Pay me back slowly later."

They agreed on a transfer time the next day, and Naga fell asleep contentedly. Even before falling asleep, his brother's grateful expression still made him smile.

However, he hadn't expected that his Dream Eater ability would activate while he slept.

Perhaps he'd hit a bottleneck, but recently Naga had only been able to glimpse the dream. This time was no different.

From the beginning, he felt the dream was incredibly heavy and viscous; every centimeter his body moved with his consciousness felt immense resistance.

And when he finally escaped the quagmire-like void, he found himself in a winding, labyrinthine courtyard.

The obstacles were clearly beyond the subconscious's ability to protect itself. He frowned, recalling his fragmented understanding of dream eaters and speculating about the dream's owner.

There were only two possibilities: either the person was a complete madman beyond comprehension, their entire subconscious system in absolute chaos; or they also possessed the ability to control dreams, but not to the point of devouring them, only able to protect their own dreams from intrusion.

Patiently circling the maze, Naga guessed that the dream's owner must have a naive side, otherwise they wouldn't have used the maze to block intruders. Time in dreams was completely distorted and ambiguous; if Naga wanted, the dream's timeline wouldn't shift at all until he found the exit.

If his abilities could advance further, he could imprison the dream's inhabitants forever without doing anything to them. However, he had never agreed with such a method, which was tantamount to murder, from the moment he learned of it. Even if he considered dreams as food, after understanding the general situation, he was still willing to be a gentle diner.

He sincerely hoped that Nami's tragedy would never be repeated.

"Wha...what's going on?" Emerging from the maze, he wasn't greeted by the expected dreamlike scene, but by an overwhelming expanse of red, a blood-red hue.

He frantically waved his arms, only to find himself seemingly submerged in a vast pool of blood. Thick plasma obscured everything; he could see and touch nothing.

If this was also a nightmare, then the dreamer had clearly only dreamt of one thing: blood.

With a helpless sigh, Naga relaxed his focus on the dream, waiting for the nightmare to end naturally.

Finally, the crimson world shattered from its center. When the entire dream crumbled, all Naga could see was still red, a blood-red hue.

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