[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 15

【[pos]The Dream Eater of Erotic Tales】 7

(48)

Naga sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed. His penis was still in its refractory period, and even looking at Keiko's naked body, he wouldn't react for the time being.

What's more, he had just had a good time with Ami, who was much more beautiful than Keiko.

However, he was still very interested, not only because Keiko's naked body was a ripe fruit completely different from the women he had been with, but also because he saw the urgent hunger in Keiko's eyes.

She couldn't speak, but her burning gaze, which was fixed on Naga, was enough to convey all the information.

She was not a born masochist, nor was she a true lesbian. Obviously, even if young women and old, fat rich men could make her orgasm through various abnormal means, they could not satisfy the hidden hunger in her heart.

Naga rested for a while, then went over and unbuckled the belt behind her head. The gag,

covered in saliva, fell to the ground with a thud and rolled into the pool of semen that Ami had left.

Keiko gasped for breath, her tongue lolling over her lower lip, saliva still dripping down her face, as if her entire jaw was numb.

Not used to caressing a woman bound like this, Naga reached out and completely freed Keiko, helping her sit on a nearby sofa. Her

hands and feet, bound for so long, covered in rope marks, would take a while to regain their mobility.

"How are you feeling?" Naga knelt beside her, massaging her numb calves. Her skin was well-maintained, without any sagging; aside from the marks from the ropes, the rest was remarkably smooth and taut. However, where his fingers touched, he could clearly feel tiny needle marks, densely packed on the skin that should have been pampered by a man.

Keiko didn't answer, only nodded. It seemed her usual taciturnity wasn't arrogance or coldness, but rather her true nature.

He massaged higher and higher, gradually moving above her knees. Compared to Ami's supple and elastic body, Keiko's body exuded the soft, smooth texture unique to a fully mature woman. With the former, he would be aroused with a strong desire to conquer, while the latter's naked body made him want to use gentle but endless sex to make her cry and beg for mercy, until she lost consciousness and incontinence in continuous ecstasy, her body covered in sweat, becoming a convulsing mermaid.

Keiko did not resist; instead, she spread her legs apart and placed her feet on the armrests.

Her plump, white thighs were fully exposed to Naga's eyes.

Her mons pubis was covered by thick, black, curly hair, which, probably due to frequent trimming, was much shorter than normal and looked particularly messy. Beneath the tangled pubic hair, a swollen clitoris the size of a soybean arose, and the well-developed labia minora wrinkledly protected the complex entrance to her genitals. With her thighs spread, the center of the pulled-open petals revealed glistening, deep red flesh. The densely packed veins spiraled and contracted towards the center like flower stamens, revealing a fleshy vulva exuding the pungent stench of a female beast when it opened.

The legacy of the vibrator was still there; the entire pubic area felt as if it had been soaked with urine, dripping wet with no dry spot.

However, having just ejaculated freely into that honeypot that resembled a sub-virgin's genitals, although the base of the penis was beginning to itch, the blood wasn't readily enough to quickly restore the masculine symbol.

With his arm resting on the sofa armrest, Naga's palm moved towards its final destination while continuously massaging. He carefully parted the labia, which had swelled from being rubbed by the hemp rope, and slowly inserted his fingers into the soft, moist cave.

"Mmm..." Keiko's brows furrowed slightly, and the moist mist in her eyes seemed ready to condense into tears at any moment. She twitched her nostrils and lifted her pelvis, thrusting it towards Naga's fingers to meet his touch.

Like inserting a finger into a sponge soaked in oil and honey, the moment his finger dug in, the slippery inner walls secreted even more fluid, instantly soaking his finger completely.

Keiko breathed rapidly and shallowly, letting out a soft moan as she squeezed her legs together, her plump thighs tightly clamping Naga's wrist, her mons pubis pressed against his palm, rubbing back and forth, "Haa...haaah...uhhh..."

Clearly, the fingers couldn't satisfy Keiko. She swayed a few times, then stopped, panting, twisting her body against the armrest of the sofa, her large breasts cushioning the armrest between her and herself. She leaned towards Naga, opening her mouth, her soft tongue pressing against Naga's neck, greedily licking up and down.

This was more direct and more effective than a spoken invitation. Naga stood up, following the tingling pleasure, and Keiko's tongue followed his movement downwards, sliding into his disheveled pubic hair.

Compared to Ami, Keiko's technique was far more skillful, almost reaching Koga Yu's level. It was easy to imagine that Mr. Fujikawa's training had played a significant role. She gently nibbled at the base of his pubic hair, her lips exploring the dense thicket of hair. Soon, she had the lurking snake between her lips, her soft red lips caressing the slightly protruding veins. Her tongue cradled the thickest and most sensitive part at the base, rubbing it from side to side while moving towards the tip of his penis like playing a flute.

Halfway through the process, Naga couldn't help but groan and thrust his hips forward, his penis beginning to erect.

Her movements remained slow and persistent, like a patient housewife meticulously cleaning, licking his penis clean, not wanting to miss a single pore. Even the dried semen residue behind the glans was slurped up and swallowed with saliva, like savoring a delicacy.

Keiko's mouth wasn't large; it was a perfectly proportioned, full red lip, possessing ample elegance when she smiled. As she swallowed his penis, her seemingly small mouth revealed a surprising potential. She would pause for a few seconds after each section, her tongue undulating back and forth beneath the shaft, inhaling before taking another section in.

In this repetitive motion, she stretched her long neck, slowly taking Naga's entire penis into her mouth, until her hot breath clearly filled his pubic hair, her lips clamping the base of the shaft.

He knew his own length, especially after the dream had granted him extraordinary abilities; recently, even Koga Yu had rarely been able to swallow it completely. Keiko, however, had done it. Perhaps because she had swallowed similarly large vibrators during her previous abuse, she gagged repeatedly but showed no intention of pulling away. Instead, she held it deeply, her cheeks clenched, the muscles responsible for swallowing surrounding the invading glans, instinctively writhing at the entrance of her esophagus, making futile attempts to swallow.

"Oh...oh oh oh...so good!" Naga groaned with pleasure, his penis fully erect under the stimulation, its lengthening shaft pushing Keiko's head back a little.

But to his surprise, Keiko rested for a few seconds, took a deep breath, raised her upper body, her slender neck and chin almost straightened, and then, like a beautiful snake, wriggled her bright red lips, slowly swallowing it all the way to the root again. This time, blue veins appeared on both sides of her neck, and a large flush rose from her cheeks to her nape. Her throat was already stuck at the back of the glans, yet she still made choking sounds while sucking tightly on the organ that pleased the man. It was

more accurate to call it throat sex than oral sex. If this was also trained by Fujikawa, then that guy's penis length shouldn't be underestimated.

Heh, so what if he's the boss of a big conglomerate? His daughter has just been fucked twice by me, his mistress is giving me a good deep throat, and soon she'll definitely spread her legs for me to fuck her properly. This illusory sense of accomplishment completely excited Naga, and his glans swelled even more, causing Keiko's eyes to roll upwards.

"Come on, I know you want it too." Withdrawing from Keiko's mouth, Naga, holding his saliva-covered penis, slapped it against her cheek in a humiliating manner.

She nodded, still silent, then climbed off the sofa chair, sat on the wide armrest, leaned back, and raised her legs high.

The saliva-covered penis was already lubricated enough, but Keiko's genitals were even wetter than the penis; her honeypot was like a long, thin sac filled with whipped cream. With almost no effort, the thick penis slid deep into Keiko's full body.

"Ugh—ugh…" Keiko squinted her narrow eyes, moaning happily. As soon as Naga's abdomen pressed against her mons pubis, she hooked her legs around Naga's waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head back, kissing his cheeks, lips, shoulders, and arms haphazardly.

If he could completely subdue this woman with lust, it would definitely give him some advantage over Ami, Naga thought, concentrating on seriously playing with the mature body beneath him.

The previous abuse had already made Keiko's body incredibly sensitive. The powerful thrusts and fullness of a young man she hadn't experienced in so long almost made her cry out in pleasure. Naga didn't have to do much; he brought her to orgasm, her body limp and collapsing onto the sofa, her sweaty buttocks raised high. Her bright red vulva, like a fish's mouth, gripped his penis, kissing it repeatedly.

For a woman who was already ripe, there was no need to give her a chance to catch her breath. Pressing the attack was the best approach. As if guided by the god of dreams, Naga picked her up and threw her onto the carpet, lifting her buttocks upwards and thrusting hard into her honeypot from behind.

Keiko, crawling on all fours like a bitch, bit into the long hair of the carpet, her hands also clutching her breasts. With each thrust from Naga, she shook her head and whimpered as she rushed towards the next peak of pleasure.

"Ah—ahhh…I…I’m going—!" During her third climax, Keiko, lying on her side on the ground, finally uttered the first word, the high-pitched ending echoing her own, and her raised leg stretched taut with pleasure.

"Ah! Ahh! Ah! Ah! Ahh…No, don't…Spare me, Yumeno…please, I…I’m going to die!" After a long string of lewd cries that even she herself couldn't decipher, Keiko finally begged for mercy during Naga's brief respite.

In the past half hour, she had climaxed countless times, the released fluids making the carpet beneath her buttocks look like it was soaked with urine. In fact, it seemed she had indeed lost control of her bladder again during her climax, or perhaps more. Her entire body was soaked in sweat, as if all her bodily fluids had been squeezed out through the lingering pleasure.

The continuous orgasms—and these were the fulfilling orgasms brought about by pure intercourse—raised Keiko's mature sexual sensitivity to an unprecedented level. Naga no longer needed to change positions; maintaining the simplest position for thrusting in and out was enough to give her intense pleasure that even her clitoris felt painful. She truly felt that if this continued, she might even ascend to heaven in ecstasy.

"No. Don't stop." A lazy command came from beside her. She was draped in a large towel, her other body parts naked, drying her hair as she said with a smile, "Put more effort into her. I really want to know how good you can make her feel without any props."

With an almost boastful feeling, Naga suppressed the urge to ejaculate that had just accumulated, positioned Keiko's body in the most suitable normal position for playing with her, ignored Keiko's almost tearful pleading expression, and thrust his waist into her sensitive spot.

"Ugh... Eee

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yaa

...

The scream abruptly stopped, and Keiko finally climaxed under Naga's ministrations until she passed out. Satisfied, Naga embraced her snow-white, plump buttocks, relaxed his restraint, and ejaculated deep into her defenseless body.

The not-so-small room was filled with the sensual fragrance of flesh, sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid.

Turning off his phone and lying on the bed, completely relaxed, Naga joked, "I hope when I wake up, my hands and feet won't be tied up."

Asami gave him a sweet smile, lowered her head and kissed him, murmuring in a low voice, "I promise, when you wake up, you'll only feel happier."

(49)

The exhaustion made Naga fall asleep quickly and deeply. So much so that when the brief feeling of weightlessness appeared, he didn't even realize what was happening.

Until he saw the world gradually brighten before him, and in the center of a halo of light, a little girl knelt on the ground, one hand holding a delicate doll, the other rubbing her eyes, the bow on her head swaying with her sobs.

Who…is this? Or rather, whose dream was this? Naga tried to get closer, but the other person didn't seem to be sleeping soundly. The dream world was slightly out of balance, making it impossible for him to move his body.

This must be someone taking a nap.

He quietly watched the dream, sensing that this time, like Ashi's time, he wouldn't have the chance to devour the dream, but could only quietly observe.

Like Ashi's repressed dream, this dream was also filled with an unpleasant atmosphere. The girl's sobs echoed all around, like a wet cotton swab rubbing against his eardrums. [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Spray External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

For some reason, he wanted to rush over and hug the girl, hold her shoulders, stroke her hair, and comfort her like a family member, using all his strength to soothe her sorrow.

"No... don't try to take mine again... don't..." Suddenly, intermittent words of grievance came from the sobs. With this sad whisper, the halo suddenly brightened, as dazzling as the sun.

His body began to shake violently; someone was shaking him awake. He rose rapidly in the blinding light, knowing the spying was about to end. As

the light faded, he opened his eyes wide, looking at the center of the light, staring in astonishment at the rare sight of a serene and beautiful face sleeping soundly on the coffee table.

"Mi...Miku?"

"Hey, aren't you and Shimokawa not officially dating yet? How come you've already reached the point where you call her name when you wake up?" Ami leaned against the headboard, her hand still on his shoulder.

"Uh...nothing, I just had a dream. It's not what you think." Naga shook his head, deciding to change the subject of Miku. "Did I sleep for a long time?"

"Only a few hours." Ami stretched. "Seeing you sleeping so soundly, even I'm a little sleepy."

"Where's Captain Kuroki?" Seeing that only the two of them were left in the room, Naga asked with some surprise.

“It’s Keiko’s farewell party this afternoon. It’s already evening, so of course she’s already left. My father doesn’t like people who are late.” Asami chuckled, her tone a subtle mix of jealousy and smugness. “But while you were asleep, I played with Keiko for a good time. I hope her legs don’t give way and she can’t climb into a taxi.”

“You seem to be giving Kuroki a special ‘care’.” He looked at Asami strangely, trying to analyze her mindset.

"It's nothing, she's going to see my father. How can I not prepare a gift for him? He's completely different from you. He's a useless man who only gets excited when he sees a woman in pain. Keiko's body is already used to being ravaged. If I don't prepare something beforehand, my father will have to go through a lot more trouble." Asami played with her manicured nails and said calmly.

It seemed that even if she didn't care, Asami still subconsciously felt hatred towards her father's other lovers.

"Is it alright that she's pregnant with my gift?" Naga turned over and lay on his side looking at Asami.

Asami's bathrobe was tied loosely, and her smooth skin looked like honey dissolved in warm water, with an alluring honey-red luster. He stared greedily at the half of her bulging breasts peeking out from her neckline, guessing what surprise she would receive when she woke up.

"It's alright." As if she didn't want him to have any further designs on her, Yashi turned over and retied the sash of her bathrobe. "She's not stupid; she'll take care of herself while showering. As for the pregnancy issue, there's no need to worry. She's had two miscarriages and is no longer fertile. Otherwise, do you think my dad would really let me handle a toy that might still give birth to a son like this?"

Naga blinked, sensing the displeasure in Yashi's tone. He was no longer the clueless fool who didn't know how to deal with women, and wisely decided not to continue the topic. "By the way, why did you wake me up? Are you planning to have dinner with me? If so, I'd be honored."

"I'm not hungry at all. If you are, I can order something for you." Yashi picked up the phone on the bedside table and, without asking Naga's needs, directly ordered several dishes that sounded very energizing. "Even if you're not hungry, eat something. You need energy to do what needs to be done later."

“I suppose what you’re talking about isn’t about me properly satisfying you?” Naga asked tentatively, his eyes already lingering on Asami’s straight legs peeking out from under her bathrobe. With such a beautiful woman sitting beside him in just a bathrobe, few men could resist the urge to look, especially when they’d just woken up and replenished their energy.

“You’d better save your desires,” Asami smiled mysteriously. “I promise you won’t waste a single drop.”

Five or six minutes later, a waiter brought the food cart inside. Asami took out her phone and whispered a few instructions to the delivery person, seemingly about who to let in.

The food looked like it was specially prepared for the men in this private club who were worried about running out of energy; the presentation and taste were terrible, but the effect was undeniably amazing. After only half a meal, Naga felt a warm, churning sensation in his lower abdomen.

Asami wasn’t hungry and ate a couple of snacks. Then she stood up and went to a corner to connect her phone to a signal somewhere, checking if the hidden cameras were working properly.

Less than half an hour after they finished eating, the phone by the bed rang. Asami answered with a satisfied smile, "Okay, let her come up. No need to check. Thank you."

Hanging up, Asami pointed to the pile of clothes Naga had taken off and said, "Pack up, bring your clothes and your shoes too. We'll soon be testing the effectiveness of our cooperation."

She had guessed a new prey would appear, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. It seemed that Naga needed to conceal her presence to lower the other's guard. This was good, at least avoiding some overly violent behavior. Even with Asami as a partner, he didn't need to worry too much about getting into trouble by going astray.

"That mirror can be opened; it's a magic mirror. You can wait inside. I don't think you're stupid enough to not understand my signal, right?" After indicating Naga's hiding place, Asami looked around and collected all the props that had been used to torment Keiko from the table, leaving only the few immovable shelves.

She was quite worried about scaring the other away. If Naga hadn't been absolutely certain that Miku was still out of town, he would have worried that the person appearing later might be her.

So who could it be? Naga scratched his chin, guessing at possible candidates.

It wasn't too hard to guess; after all, Ami practically wanted to transfer all the beautiful women she was interested in to the HR department, and it seemed that only one lucky employee remained in HR who hadn't yet been won over by Ami.

But didn't she have a beloved boyfriend? Didn't she still hold the record of remaining in HR without being taken by Ami? Could he be wrong, and it was actually another woman from the parent company whom Ami had her eye on?

A moment later, the pleasant, gentle sound of the doorbell interrupted Naga's musings. He looked out through the mirror; Ami had gotten up, put on slippers, and walked smilingly to the entrance to open the door.

"Ah, Miura-neechan, welcome, welcome." The enthusiastic voice confirmed Naga's guess. Miura Kotone, this big fish that had fallen into the net, would she also fall into Ami's trap tonight?

"Why come to a place like this? Wouldn't a more ordinary hotel be better?" Kotone seemed startled by the room's furnishings, speaking nervously.

Asami pulled her inside, and while she was distracted, gently stroked the back of her hand.

Like a lecherous old man. Naga shook his head with a wry smile; it was obvious Asami's lust for women was blatant, definitely not acting.

Kotone was dressed casually, her long, bare legs a healthy light tan, beneath frayed denim shorts. Her shirt was simple, tied in a knot at the waist—an early summer outfit. She still wore light work makeup, which, compared to the bare-faced Asami, added a touch of glamour.

She was taller than Asami, almost the same height as Naga; in heels, she would undoubtedly be a few centimeters taller. With an air befitting her height, she shook off Ayami's hand, crossed her arms, and examined her four elbows, pursing her lips. "Fujibayashi, you're not only a lesbian, but you also like this kind of perverted play? Let me make it clear, the price I promised doesn't include these perverted behaviors."

Price? It sounds like another deal orchestrated by Ayami. Naga cautiously guessed that Kotone probably didn't know that Ayami had hidden a man here as her "surprise," and this "surprise" was definitely not included in this deal.

"Of course, I promise I won't use these tools on you. I can even promise not to use any tools at all. You know, all I want is you." Ayami's eyes became moist. She took Kotone's hand and placed it on her chest, gently rubbing it up and down. "Can you feel it? My heart is beating very fast. This is a sign of being in love."

Kotone frowned in disgust and pulled her hand back. That stark disgust was strikingly similar to that of Asami, whom Naga had first encountered. "I'm not a lesbian. You know why I came here."

"I know, I know," Asami said softly, as if deliberately explaining to Naga in the closet, "If your boyfriend hadn't accidentally caused a traffic accident and desperately needed a large sum of money and connections to settle things, you probably wouldn't have come to me for help, right?" Kotone turned her head away, somewhat aggrieved

, and pursed her lips without answering. Clearly, she was very dissatisfied with having to come to this point. If the other person wasn't a woman, who could at least offer some consolation that this barely constituted infidelity, she would have preferred to find another way.

“I am indeed just an insignificant second daughter.” Ashi pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke her slightly curled long hair. “But don’t you also know that in our family, my sister and I won’t be much different, at least for the time being. Those guys who bow down and wag their tails when they see me, plus the large sum of compensation I can offer you, everything will be as if nothing ever happened. There will only be one small difference.”

Ashi leaned close to Kotone’s cheek and gently licked it. “That is, you not only belong to one man, but also to me.”

This time, Kotone didn't shake off Ayami, her hands tightly gripping the purse on her lap. "Now that I'm here, I won't go back on my word. But I still have to tell you, I'm not gay, and I feel nothing when you touch me."

"Impossible, a woman's body is very honest," Ayami chuckled softly, her hands caressing her back. "If you're willing to relax and give yourself to me, maybe you'll like this kind of pleasure."

Kotone straightened her back, tossed the purse onto the sofa chair, clasped her hands on her knees, and coldly replied, "Even if you can arouse my body, I won't like women. This is just part of the deal. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do. Whether it's licking you or touching you, I'll do it."

Ayami's words were meaningful. The long-haired woman glanced in Naga's direction, then chuckled mockingly, "Tsk tsk, karma really comes fast." She stood up, pulled off her bathrobe, and stared at Kotone with burning eyes. She took Kotone's hand and placed it on her most private area. "Although I prefer to see you moan in pleasure, since you're so determined, then please me first."

Kotone blushed. She nervously looked at Aya's private parts, her free hand gripping her denim shorts awkwardly, while the hand on Aya's crotch froze completely.

Asami raised her hand and unbuttoned Kotone's shirt one button at a time, panting as she said, "You know, I love tall, beautiful women like you, with full breasts, and beautiful curves in your hips and legs. You don't look like an office lady at all. Your hand on me gets me excited. Want to feel it?"

Kotone's cheeks twitched slightly, and she said somewhat irritably, "But...but you have all that too! Any man you pick will think you're prettier than me, okay?"

"So what?" Asami grabbed Kotone's wrist, guiding her to stroke her soft cleft back and forth. "The feeling of masturbation is completely different from having sex with someone. A woman your age, don't you understand that?"

"I...I'm not a lesbian." Kotone's voice became even more tense as her hand touched her moist, warm lips. "I like men."

"You can try liking women at the same time. I only just realized today that maybe after getting used to it, liking two genders at the same time isn't entirely impossible." Asami released her hand, letting Kotone's hand slowly move between her legs. She grabbed Kotone's shirt and began to peel it off from her shoulders.

Perhaps because they were both women, Kotone's resistance to undressing was significantly less. When the shirt was down to her elbows, Kotone obediently stretched her arms back, letting the shirt fall onto the bed.

The sky-blue lace bra was a 1/2 cup style that men liked, with deep red areolas faintly visible beneath the wavy lace edges. It was fuller than Asami's, but slightly less elastic. After the bra clasp was unhooked, her fair and plump breasts, heavy and free, drooped in a beautiful arc.

"Hey... if you do this, I... I can't get any strength in me." Asami's naked body pressed forward, forcing Kotone to fall backward onto the bed. Kotone, somewhat flustered, braced her other hand against Asami's shoulder, and said nervously.

“Although there’s still a long time ahead, I don’t intend for you to touch me down there forever.” Asami chuckled, lust blatantly surfacing in her eyes. She cupped Kotone’s head, which she tried to turn away, and lowered her head to kiss her.

“Mmm… ooh—” Kotone groaned in distress, her eyes tightly closed, her brow furrowed. Perhaps still mindful of the morality of the transaction, she reluctantly opened her mouth, her two soft, red tongues intertwining wetly between four equally soft, red lips.

Maintaining the passionate kiss, Asami twisted her upper body, pressing her high breasts against Kotone’s. Kotone’s nipples were large and deep-set, while Asami’s were small and protruding. The four nipples rubbed and teased each other with the twisting of her body, the four smooth mounds of flesh pressing against each other, creating a soft shape. Asami

’s performance was incredibly skillful, even making the confident and experienced Naga feel inferior. The assault of lips and breasts disrupted her reason. Her tightly pressed legs naturally relaxed under the tension in her upper body. With a thrust of her knee, Akane easily occupied the private area protected between Kotone's slender legs. She didn't rush to penetrate, but simply bent her legs, pressing and rubbing the bottom of her denim shorts with her knee.

"Ugh, cough cough..." Choking on the saliva, Kotone turned her head away, taking the opportunity to avoid Akane's kiss. She touched her slightly swollen lips, panting, and said, "You don't need to please me. Just tell me what I can do to satisfy you."

Akane lowered her head, her hot breath blowing on the back of Kotone's earlobe. "I can only feel slightly satisfied if I can bring you to orgasm."

"Hey! You—" Kotone's cheeks flushed red, not expecting Akane to make such a request, and she didn't know how to protest for a moment.

“I’ll prove to you that you don’t actually know you can like women.” Asami’s eyes gleamed with predatory intent as her nimble hand slipped between their pressed bodies, deftly unbuttoning the denim shorts.

“N-no need!” Kotone cried out in alarm, squeezing her knees together, but Asami’s legs blocked the way. “I don’t need to know! I just promised to do as you say, as long as it’s not excessive!”

“Then I want you to spread your legs, take off your pants, and not resist. You wouldn’t think even that’s too much, would you? My dear Kotone.” Asami straightened herself, looking down at Kotone, and stopped her flirtatious actions.

Kotone glared back at Ayami unwillingly, but after a dozen seconds of stalemate, she pouted resentfully, curled her legs up, raised her hips, and pulled off her shorts and underwear, tossing them aside. She then angrily spread her legs as wide as possible. "Fine, are you satisfied now?"

"Extremely satisfied." Ayami smiled, running two fingers across Kotone's navel, making a stepping motion, and entering the neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair. "Obedient women are the most adorable."

"Hmph." Enduring the discomfort, Kotone raised her legs, her lower limbs dangling in the air, groaning in resistance while adopting a submissive posture, raising her fair, beautiful buttocks.

"I'll make you feel it's worth it too," Ayami said with a groan, parting Kotone's full outer lips with her fingers, pulling the soft petals apart, and slowly lowering her head to approach.

"Hey! Hey hey... I, I haven't showered yet, don't, don't do this, don't... uh—oh ah ah... ah ah..." After all, she was a woman who had fully understood sensual pleasure. No matter how much Qin Yin resisted the caresses between women, when the soft, smooth, and slightly rough tongue skillfully invaded the sensitive area around her clitoris, she couldn't help but tremble all over and let out a moan full of lust.

"No, don't lick...don't lick there..." Her bare feet twisted with pleasure as she lifted them, and her light tan thighs, encircled by Asami's arms, twitched slightly from the root. Kotone pushed Asami's shoulders, unable to bear it any longer, and cried out, "No, no! I...I still can't do it with a woman. I...I give up, I quit!"

Asami frowned, removing her tongue from Kotone's already wet vulva. She lifted her head and sat back on Kotone's chest, supporting her weight with her knees. Her tone softened with a seductive whisper: "Okay, okay, I was too impatient. Since you really don't want to enjoy the pleasure I give you, then you can serve me, okay?"

Kotone breathed heavily, trying to calm herself before answering in a trembling voice, "Yes, I'll do anything you want, just...don't do that to me anymore. I...I really can't accept it, you...you're a girl too."

"Does gender matter that much?" Asami rubbed her furrowed brow. "How about you close your eyes and think of me as a cute boy?" she joked, shifting her hips back and bringing her bare crotch close to Kotone's face. "Well then, you can help me."

Kotone's vision was blurred, only able to make out Aya's honey-colored, round buttocks and the young genitals so close to her mouth. The tender pink cleft was overflowing with clear love juice, moist like a mouth holding a sour plum. She hesitated for a moment, then brought her lips closer, tentatively sticking out her tongue.

"Mmm... good, good... just like that, lick along there, Kotone-neechan, you don't seem like this is your first time doing this for a girl." Aya groaned comfortably, pressing her honeyed vulva against Kotone's mouth, twisting her slender waist.

It seemed that this kind of service wasn't so repulsive as to be unacceptable. Kotone closed her eyes, holding Aya's thighs with both hands, diligently serving her from below. Thanks to her boyfriend's lack of libido, she had ample experience with masturbation and knew all the vulnerable and delicate sensitive areas of women very well. All she had to do was replace her usual middle finger with her tongue.

Asami swayed her hips, enjoying the sensation for a few minutes. A blush gradually rose on her body, her body flushing before her climax. She let out passionate moans and gave a new command, "Kotone-neechan, lift your legs, lift them up, give them to me, let me see your private parts properly."

Kotone frowned, continuing to move her lips and tongue, lifting her legs and turning them towards her head.

Asami smiled smugly, gripping Kotone's ankles tightly with both hands, leaning in to kiss her soles. Then, she turned her head towards Naga's direction, bringing her head close to her hand, extending her index finger in a shushing gesture, and winking.

Naga, who had been using her gloves for a while, immediately understood, quietly opening the magic mirror in front of her and silently stepping out.

Kotone's face was completely pressed against Asami's hips, and with her eyes closed, she couldn't see her surroundings at all.

Men are always more lustful for prey they haven't yet obtained. Although the naked Asami was clearly more beautiful and radiant, Naga's attention was now entirely focused on Kotone, who was still oblivious, her legs raised high, revealing her wet genitals.

He carefully walked to the bedside, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet. He swallowed hard, gesturing with his hands, asking Asami's opinion.

Asami was about to reach her first climax with Kotone, she gave him a look, nodded, and continued to moan with pleasure. Her hands, which were gripping Kotone's legs, sank lower, forcing Kotone to spread her knees wider, leaving her buttocks, protruding from the edge of the bed, completely defenseless.

There was no woman easier to violate than this. Naga smiled and shook his head, lowering his body and carefully guiding the head of his penis towards Kotone's slightly swaying buttocks.

"Ugh... Ugh? Wh... What? What is it?" Feeling something warm and hard touch her sensitive vaginal opening, Kotone frantically moved her mouth away, but no matter how she turned her head, all she could see was Ami's buttocks.

"Ah... Ahhhhhh—! Who! Who! Pull it out! Pull it out..." By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Amid Kotone's piercing screams, Naga grabbed her knees and, using Ami's saliva, thrust himself into her tender, moist vulva, completely possessing her unsuspecting body.

"Bastard... Liar... Liar! Let me go... Let me go!" Realizing she had been deceived, and feeling the agonizing fullness of being violated by a man, Kotone struggled with all her might.

Just before this struggle, Ami, who had reached her climax, was almost thrown off by Kotone, but the strong and experienced Ami quickly regained control of Kotone's weak body. Her hands remained firmly gripping Kotone's wrists, while her legs knelt on Kotone's elbows, a position resembling a mating technique. Using her weight and wrist strength, she easily immobilized Kotone's limbs.

In this position, Kotone's vision was finally unobstructed. She raised her neck, lowered her head, and stared in astonishment at the man thrusting into her. "Why...why is it you...Yumeno...Yumeno-kun?"

At this moment, Naga didn't know what to say, nor did he care to speak. Watching the pent-up desire behind the magic mirror being soothed in Kotone's plump, soft vulva, he only wanted to keep entering and withdrawing.

"No...Yumeno-kun, please don't! Let me go...I have a boyfriend...ahhh..." Kotone looked at Naga in despair, pleading with tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t lie to you.” Asami smiled and released her hand, letting Naga hold Kotone’s slender ankle. She then pulled Kotone’s wrist to the leather handcuffs at the foot of the bed, handcuffed one of them, and held the other in her hand, gently stroking the back of her hand while using her toes to tease Kotone’s hardening and swollen nipples. “I told you the only change is that you will belong to a man, and also to me. You should be glad that this man is good-looking and strong, and besides, you can’t be completely unfamiliar with him. I can also guarantee that he’s incredibly capable and will definitely make you forget your damn boyfriend from now on.”

"No! I don't want to! Ah! Ah!" Kotone cried out, but her hands were no longer free, and her legs were firmly held down by Naga's hands. Her twisting waist only made her lower body feel an even stronger invasion. A tingling pleasure rose from her lower back, and her uterus sensed the impact of the opposite sex. After waves of instinctive throbbing pain, a warm, weak feeling turned into a warm, moist stream, secreting deep into her penetrated honey hole. Kotone

, who had long been in a state of unsatisfied desire, had previously barely suppressed the pleasure brought by Ami by relying on her strong aversion to same-sex sex. Now, all her defenses were penetrated, crushed, and destroyed by Naga's strong penis.

A few minutes later, with her nipples being played with by Ami in her mouth, her clitoris being rubbed by Ami's fingers, and her clitoris being constantly and powerfully pounded by Naga, Kotone finally arched her back and released a large amount of her vaginal fluid amidst shameful, angry, and immoral sobs, reaching an uncontrollable climax.

Ami smiled with satisfaction, while Naga's eyes remained filled with lust. The weeping Kotone understood that the long night had only just begun...

(50)

"Hey, Naga? Naga?" Miku frowned and waved her hand in front of Naga. "What's wrong with you? You seem so listless. Did you drink too much at yesterday's business dinner?"

Naga picked up Miku's suitcase and rubbed his red eyes. "Uh... I did drink a bit too much. I still have a headache this morning."

In fact, he had barely slept a wink last night, and to cover it up, he still had to go to work as usual in the morning. When he came to pick up Miku in the afternoon, his head felt like it was about to explode.

Kotone and Ami had both taken leave, and the already subdued beauty was going to be ravaged by Ami in that room for the entire day. If it weren't for Miku's return today, Naga would have really wanted to stay there and continue to enjoy the naked bodies of the two beauties. Kotone

, whose will to resist had been destroyed by Naga's violation, kept reaching orgasm under the tacit cooperation of the two men and women. By late at night, her engorged clitoris would tremble all over at the slightest touch. The submissive Kotone finally became Ami's plaything. As they sat head-to-toe in a 69 position, mutually sucking each other's genitals, Kotone reached a forced climax for the first time under pure female manipulation. It seemed even her soul was released along with the vaginal fluids. Afterwards, Kotone completely revealed her wanton side, recklessly seeking sensual pleasure in their entangled bodies. When

Naga finished dressing and left, Kotone's long legs were tightly clamped around Ami's hips, their genitals rubbing back and forth as if in a deep kiss, producing copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

Whether it was an illusion or not, in the instant the door closed before his eyes, Naga thought he saw a glint of tears in Kotone's eyes. Whether it was from pleasure or sorrow, he couldn't tell.

“Drinking too much is bad for your health. If you have any more social engagements like this, bring Kobayashi with you. With her and me helping you, you'll drink less, right?” Miku touched his forehead worriedly, and only felt relieved after confirming that he didn't have a fever. “How have you been feeling these past few days without my help?”

Naga smiled and stuffed his suitcase into the trunk of the taxi. “It has been quite tiring. Kobayashi is not much different from you.”

“Of course, I’m not just a pretty face.” Miku smiled confidently as she got into the car with him. “Naga, you’re great too. I’ve met a lot of young people, but few have progressed this quickly.”

“Hey, Shimokawa-senpai, you sound like an old woman.” Naga pulled her hand onto his lap, still pleased by her praise.

Compared to female employees her age, Miku’s business acumen was clearly several levels above. The fact that such a talented person hadn’t been promoted and had instead become his assistant made Naga feel somewhat angry about the societal discrimination against women’s work abilities.

Being recognized by such a capable person was naturally something to be happy about. Especially after he realized that Miku wasn’t the type to blindly praise others based on her own preferences.

“Section Chief, don’t force me to remind you that you’re older than me.” Miku retorted playfully, not pulling her hand away, but comfortably enjoying the warmth of his palm.

Without needing to return to the company, Naga drove Miku directly back to her apartment.

With their relationship becoming increasingly clear, Miku invited Naga upstairs for the first time, saying, "Naga, could you take my suitcase upstairs? I'm so tired." It's

quite amusing, really. Naga has had deep relationships with so many beautiful women, yet his experience entering a girl's bedroom in real life has been practically nonexistent since graduation.

Unlike the rooms he'd seen in his dreams, Miku's room lacked a feminine feel. The bookshelves were devoid of comics and novels, replaced by thick hardcover books covering everything from philosophy and sociology to economics and politics. Several books related to dreams were even placed on the bottom shelf, clearly bought to please Naga.

"Don't you not like reading much?" At work, Miku would occasionally pull out a comic or paperback to pass the time, and she'd even yawn while reading the dream-related books Naga recommended. This made him a little suspicious. Did someone else live here?

“There are so many things I don’t like to do.” Miku shoved her suitcase into the closet, probably because she didn’t want to open it in front of Naga. She counted on her fingers seriously. “I don’t like getting up early, I don’t like cooking, I don’t like putting on makeup, I don’t like eating carrots, celery, and green peppers, I don’t like dealing with people I dislike, and I don’t like tidying up my room.”

She looked up and laughed. “But there are reasons why I have to do the things I don’t like. If I don’t get up early, I can’t work properly; if I don’t cook, I’ll go hungry; if I don’t wear light makeup, I’ll seem rude; if I don’t eat vegetables I don’t like, it will affect my health; if I don’t deal with people I dislike, I’ll become an innocent fool; and if I don’t tidy up my room, I’ll have to carry my suitcase upstairs myself today.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” Naga laughed too. Lately, he felt much more relaxed in front of Miku, a feeling that even Yui had never brought him. He stretched. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll head back."

Miku immediately said, "No way! You went to so much trouble to bring these things up for me; it would be so rude to just let you leave like this."

"Huh? Is there any reward?"

"Of course! To have the section chief condescend to help me, I have to at least treat you to dinner." Miku's eyes sparkled as she boasted, "Don't underestimate my cooking skills now! This is the kind of time to use the phrase 'things have changed.'"

"Uh... that's fine, but it's still a long time before dinner. What should we make?" Naga scratched his head. With only a man and a woman in the room, it was quite difficult for him not to let his mind wander to lewd thoughts.

"You're in this state, of course you should rest!" Miku, seeing through his thoughts, blushed and pushed him onto the bed. "Whatever you're thinking about in bed, this afternoon, please sleep well. I'll wake you for dinner."

"Is dinner really the only reward?" Naga asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up. The soft bed and pillows were quickly pulling him into sleep, but if Miku showed even the slightest sign of relenting, he would get up without hesitation.

"Greedy children are disliked, you know." Miku pursed her lips, deliberately making an angry expression, and pulled the blanket up over him. "Sleep, I can see the bloodshot in your eyes."

Okay, Naga nodded. The faint fragrance on the bed made him imagine Miku's scent, and he slowly closed his sore eyes.

Sleepiness quickly washed over him, and in his hazy state, the faint fragrance seemed to grow closer. Then, soft, smooth lips, like tiny gummy candies, gently touched his, accompanied by a soft, melodious voice, "Sweet dreams, darling."

Whether it was Miku's kiss and blessing that worked, Naga, opening his eyes from the darkness, quickly realized he was in someone else's dream again.

Not many people would sleep at a time like this… he thought, controlling his body to float towards the only source of light.

It was indeed the entrance, but he couldn't get in. It was as if a thick, semi-transparent shell perfectly protected the passage, blocking his entry.

"Damn it, I've encountered this." This must be the kind of closed consciousness that Dream Eaters hate encountering; usually, it's a nightmare—and a nightmare powerful enough to affect one's mind—that provides such protection. Naga considered for a moment, then swung his elbow and struck.

He wasn't a skilled Dream Eater, so he could only act according to his own guesses.

He had a premonition that beneath that hard shell lay Aya, whose sexual consciousness was twisted from the depths of her heart. This sealed-off dream was likely related to her parents.

His fists and elbows clenched until they ached, each blow sending him flying backward a considerable distance. But since he had plenty of time, he patiently drifted away again and again, flying closer to attack once more.

He continued until utterly exhausted, until finally, with a crisp sound, the transparent protective membrane cracked open. Naga breathed a sigh of relief, digging his fingers into the crack and prying it off piece by piece. He broke a round hole about a meter wide, examined it, and crawled through.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't gone far before encountering another invisible, misty wall.

"Hey, my little darling, do you really need to hide your subconscious memories so tightly?" Naga shook his head in frustration, rubbing his elbows, preparing to start the dismantling process again.

Then, he noticed that at the very top of the misty obstacle, there seemed to be a clean, transparent area. He floated up and brought his eyes close to that spot.

Memories buried deep in the subconscious wouldn't have very clear details, and it's difficult for someone who dreams to recall them upon waking the next day. What Naga saw was indeed a very simple scene.

But contrary to his guess, this scene shouldn't be related to Ami.

Because the protagonist in the scene was a thoroughly Eastern woman.

She looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a dignified and beautiful appearance. Her delicate features didn't display any expression; she stared blankly upwards. Beneath her was a gorgeous kimono, the open kimono serving as a cushion, the snow-white lining still not as white and captivating as her skin.

Even on this pure white skin, there were scattered bruises everywhere—on her chest, ribs, lower abdomen, and thighs… On her long, elegant neck, there were also red marks left by a hand.

Undoubtedly, this was the aftermath of a rape. This classically beautiful woman, a virgin before being violated, had congealed bloodstains clinging to her dark pubic hair at the base of her slightly parted thighs.

Who was this? Naga stared blankly into the scene, unable to determine whose consciousness she had entered. However, something about the sight before her seemed off.

He frowned, scrutinizing the area, then suddenly gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at the naked beauty's soft, full breasts.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds… one minute… five minutes! Good heavens, that woman… wasn't breathing! He looked inside with a panic; for about five minutes, the breasts hadn't risen or fallen at all.

But no matter how he looked at it, this should be a living person. The flush on her skin, the gleam in her eyes, the inward-curving toes—these weren't movements a dead person's muscles could make when completely relaxed.

What… what was wrong? Naga was filled with doubt. Why would such a strange scene appear in someone's consciousness? Why wasn't that woman breathing… what was wrong… wait! He suddenly realized something and immediately focused his eyes back on the transparent area.

Sure enough, centered on the woman's naked body, the scenery became increasingly blurry towards the edges, and connecting the blurriest edges with lines revealed a clear, slanted rectangle.

He understood immediately and stopped trying to open the wall, knowing it would be pointless to go in.

The scene inside, hinting at a rape, was just a photograph.

A photograph that held the secrets of someone's heart. If he couldn't see the face clearly, he would have suspected it was a young Kuroki, after all, the two looked remarkably alike, almost like sisters.

Damn it, once or twice, he'd spied on everyone; would he never have the chance to devour anyone's dreams again? Naga floated away, somewhat annoyed, unwilling to look at the boring, unchanging scene any longer.

After drifting into the darkness, he returned to a peaceful sleep.

The last time Naga woke up completely naturally from a full night's sleep was back when he was unemployed. His body and mind had been fully rested, and the satisfaction and languor upon waking made him feel indescribably comfortable and relaxed.

After opening his eyes, it took him more than ten seconds to make out the outlines of the various furnishings in the dimly lit room. Right, this wasn't his own home, this was Miku's apartment. Uh… where's Miku?

He blinked hard, raised his hand to rub away the dry sleep from his eyes, and then noticed an arm pressing against his chest. The sleeve of his simple cotton pajamas had ridden up to his elbows, revealing his entire fair arm.

He followed the arm's gaze, leaning against the city lights outside the bed curtains, scrutinizing Miku beside him.

It was a large single bed, quite cramped for two people. Naga himself took up most of the space, while Miku, who had climbed in behind, was curled up in the smaller half against the wall.

She probably hadn't intended to sleep; she was using a cushion and her arm as a pillow, and only had a blanket draped over her. Judging from her posture, it wasn't hard to guess that she had climbed into bed after getting ready, propped her cheek on her hand, and stared blankly at the sleeping Naga, eventually turning a nap into a deep sleep.

Hmm… even if I sneak back, it's only even, I guess. Naga touched his lips, recalling the light kiss before sleep, the lingering taste still seeming to linger in his mind.

He carefully pulled Miku's arm and leaned closer.

Miku, resting her head on his arm, tilted her head back slightly, her chin raised in a cute arc, her red lips parted just a crack, as if asking for a kiss.

His throat muscles tightened, and he lowered his head, carefully brushing aside the stray hairs on her cheek, and gently kissed her. Their lips touched, then slowly pressed together, until desire instantly ignited throughout his body, making him impatiently thrust his tongue inside, exploring the world within Miku's lips.

"Mmm—!" Miku snapped out of her shock at being kissed, her hands instinctively pushing against Naga's chest.

But when her wide eyes saw the approaching face, her hands instead gripped his shirt, then wrapped around his chest, tightly embracing him…

"Uh… was it hard stopping just now?" Forty minutes later, Miku, having served the fragrant dishes, looked at Naga apologetically, touching her still flushed cheeks shyly.

After Miku firmly insisted on saving everything for their wedding night, Naga, fearing his impulse would grow uncontrollable, forcibly removed his hand from her soft breasts. Only when the delicious aroma of food wafted from the kitchen did his erection finally subside.

"It's alright, but with this experience, I'll have to remind myself when we travel together." Naga straightened his disheveled shirt, reminiscing about the wonderful sensation of Miku's small hand exploring inside.

Actually, he hadn't expected to be able to suppress such surging lust. His hand had already touched Miku's buttocks, and he was confident that in this situation, becoming a real woman with a mix of resistance and acceptance would be the most normal outcome.

But he just couldn't bear to. As the passionate kiss ended, Miku, her face flushed, buried her face in his chest and said in a weak voice that seemed like she would never say it again, "Naga-kun, I... I love you so much." Those beautiful words kept echoing in his ears, and just thinking about Miku possibly crying and being sad made his chest clench with a sharp pain.

And so, the pent-up desires suddenly became bearable.

"It's only next month, even with your terrible memory, you won't forget, right?" They'd agreed to use their accumulated vacation days next month for a trip to Hakone. Just imagining the two of them snuggling together in a hot spring inn made Miku's cheeks flush again.

A hot spring where they could bathe together… As he imagined the scene, Naga began to worry more about how he could control himself without dying of a nosebleed.

Leaving the apartment, Naga looked back at Miku, who was quietly watching him from the upstairs window, and for the first time truly felt the sweetness of love. It was a kind of spiritual satisfaction that no amount of penetration or ejaculation could replace.

But things didn't seem to always go according to Naga's plan.

At the regular meeting next Tuesday, Department Head Kuroki, returning from head office, announced new personnel adjustments.

Shimokawa Miku was promoted to head of the Public Relations Department, Kobayashi An was promoted to section chief, and Matsushima Kae was transferred to the Public Relations Department.

Kuroki Keiko would complete her handover this week and return to head office. The head of personnel will be Yumeno Naga, and Miura Kotone will become a full-time assistant. New employees from headquarters, Hosokawa Noriko, Tsukamoto Sayaka, and Koga Yu, will be transferred to the personnel department at the same time.

All changes will be completed this week.

Looking in astonishment towards the other end of the conference room, Naga clearly saw Ami, sitting in the corner seemingly taking meeting notes, her beautiful lips curving into an expectant smile.

(Fifty-one)

"Huh? What? We're even? Is this how it's supposed to be?"

Not finding Miku in her office, Naga walked to the fire escape door and heard her arguing on the phone with someone behind it. She frowned, stopping her hand from knocking, and curiously decided to eavesdrop.

"Fine, fine, whatever. Since you think I did the same thing before and therefore have no right to be angry, then I have nothing to say. It was rude of me to argue with you about this; I apologize."

Uh… Miku strangely used honorifics, but her tone lacked any respect. Naga couldn't tell who she was talking to at all.

"That's enough, I don't want to say anymore. Anyway, from childhood to adulthood, what I want has always been taken away from me. But let me tell you, this time, I won't lose. Absolutely not! Yumeno-kun is the person I love, not a fun toy or delicious food. This time, no matter who it is, I won't give up! Never!"

The conversation ended with Miku's angry growl.

Naga scratched his head, vaguely sensing that something was wrong, but couldn't piece together any obvious clues for the moment, so he knocked on the door. "Miku, Miku? Are you in there? It's lunchtime, do you want to come down and eat together?"

The rusty door hinges creaked as they turned, and Miku appeared before him with a forced smile, her eyes red as if she had just been crying. No wonder her voice had a noticeable nasal tone.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?" Naga tenderly pulled her into his arms, gently wiping the tear-stained skin under her eyes with his thumb.

“That old bastard!” Miku’s tone was terrible, so terrible that she had probably cursed him countless times in her mind. “Old fox, old lecher, old idiot!”

Uh… it seems we shouldn’t be discussing this topic anymore. Naga wisely changed the subject. “I’m hungry. What about you? Is there anything you want to eat? How about we sneak out to eat together?”

Miku took out a tissue, sniffed, and said to him, “Wait for me. I’m going to the restroom to touch up my makeup. Waaah, my eyeliner is all smudged.”

Naga took out a cigarette, saw Miku’s furrowed brow, shrugged, and put it back. “Go ahead. Don’t rush. Just come out before I starve to death.”

“Ugh, I’d rather you starve to death.” She glared at him and stormed into the restroom.

It sounded like she was arguing with someone she knew at head office. Naga stroked his chin and boldly guessed that Miku must have used her connections at head office for the last personnel reshuffle. However, thinking about it this way, having Kae transferred to the personnel department and handed over to Asami makes it seem like Miku was deliberately framing and eliminating her love rival. She doesn't seem like that kind of scheming person.

This time it was Asami who made the request, so no matter how much power Miku's acquaintances have, they can't be more powerful than the boss's

second daughter. No wonder the other party used phrases like "we're even" to brush her off. Hmm… He should be angry for his girlfriend, but he felt a little happy. He didn't know if it was the sense of superiority from being fought over, or the emotion of seeing a woman so angry for him for the first time.

"Alright, let's go get ramen." When Miku came out, she had wiped off all her light makeup, leaving only traces of mascara. Her lipstick was more like a lip balm replacement than a touch-up, making her look much more natural.

But in Naga's eyes, she only looked cute and charming. That's probably one of the magic powers of love.

“Okay, it’s on me today.”

Asami didn’t ask Naga to participate in the HR department’s usual office lunch. The one-hour lunch break became Naga and Miku’s most regular date time. Their relationship was already quite public through their actions, and colleagues who still had designs on Naga either gave up or avoided Miku.

After work, if there was no need to work overtime, the two would go to a small restaurant for dinner and some sake.

Outside of that time, Naga was completely confined to Asami’s little circle within the HR department. Of course, as a man, he enjoyed it. While the difficulty of the work had increased somewhat, the workload had decreased significantly. At Asami’s prompting, he put even more effort into using his masculine charm to attract the two unaware new office ladies.

Miura Kotone broke up with her boyfriend, who probably guessed this was the price for settling the incident and didn’t pursue it further. Thus, in the office alone, Naga had three bed partners simultaneously: Asami, Kotone, and Yu. Except for Asami, the other two wouldn’t refuse his advances within the company.

This somewhat eased his loneliness at not being able to work with Miku.

Koga Yu, who didn't have much of an obstacle to Ami's sexuality, readily accepted Naga's invitation for a threesome, as her clientele already included homosexuals.

However, she was somewhat surprised to find it was a foursome orgy upon arrival.

When Miku, who was away on a business trip, called, Naga struggled to keep his voice steady. At that moment, Yu was sucking his glans, Kotone was probing his anus with her tongue, and Ami, hearing it was Miku on the phone, eagerly got up to lick his nipples. This triple assault forced him to quickly find an excuse to hang up, then forcefully pinned Ami down and punished her prank with his large penis.

Kae and An, as promised, obtained all their incriminating evidence, and they kept their word, guaranteeing to offer Naga grateful service at least until they had boyfriends. The shy, blushing Kae squatting in the men's restroom, laboriously swallowing Naga's thick semen, was enough to prove the promise was valid.

Life was filled with beautiful, sexy, and cute bodies of all kinds, and the name Tabe Yui was slowly fading from Naga's memory.

Miku wasn't unaware of the feminine scent surrounding Naga; she was always a perceptive girl. But whether due to a lack of evidence, a reluctance to ruin the sweet beginnings of their relationship, or some other reason, she unusually chose to ignore it, even becoming much friendlier to her two former rivals.

However, Naga understood Miku's limits of patience. Once a clue became too obvious to hide, he would sincerely apologize and try to coax her out of her jealousy.

Before falling asleep late at night, Naga couldn't help but wonder how such a fickle and promiscuous scumbag could have such a lovely and understanding girlfriend. At times like these, his guilt would overflow, lasting at least until the next surge of sexual desire.

The cycle repeated itself.

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