[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 19

(71)

Although he knew that since Asami had made a request, the arrangement wouldn't be as simple as a typical detached house, Naga still couldn't help but look somewhat dazed when he drove into Setagaya Ward and finally stopped in front of a three-story villa with a garden and garage. He watched as Miku took out her keys from her bag and got out of the car.

"Miku, the bigger place you mentioned... is this it?"

Miku twirled her shiny keychain, walked over, and spoke a few words into the communicator. The gleaming black gate slowly opened, and she turned around, revealing the subtle, superior smile Naga had seen before, and waved to him.

He rolled down the window and drove into the garage, where a shrewd and capable maid stood at the garage door, bowing to him. His heart pounded faster and faster.

Was this... the start of this luxurious life?

Miku strolled over slowly, somewhat resentfully surveying the mansion before her, muttering, "That guy started preparing this place over a month ago. It seems... he's really confident." "

That guy" most likely referred to Asami. Naga, still lost in lust at the time, could never have imagined that the mixed-race beauty beneath him had already set her sights on Miku, and was willingly serving him for her sake.

"Miss, I didn't have a chance to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Makino Naru, you can call me the head maid here. Please take good care of me from now on." The maid who led Naga into the garage stood respectfully at the door, beginning with a perfect ninety-degree bow. "This must be Mr. Yumeno. Hello. Please forgive any shortcomings in my work and please guide me, Miss." Unaccustomed

to such treatment, Naga chuckled dryly, scratching his head, and turned to look at Miku.

Miku seemed to have been reminded of yesterday's unpleasant memories by Naru. She frowned and said, "There's no need to waste time introducing anyone else today. I'm just bringing my fiancé to meet you. The moving company will deliver the luggage later; you can help me put it in the bedroom." Without even glancing at Naru, Miku took Naga's hand and went straight inside.

Walking up the stairs to the third floor, Miku used her key to open each door, finally opening the innermost one. Seeing the simple and brightly decorated women's room, she nodded with slight satisfaction and turned to Naga, saying, "This is hers. I told her to move over here yesterday; we'll live on the other side."

It seemed that living with Asami was now a done deal. Naga carefully avoided the topic, asking, "What's downstairs?"

"A recreation room, and her private room. I don't want to see; I can guess what's inside. There are also a few guest rooms, like those upstairs—except for the nursery, they're all temporary accommodations." Miku crossed her arms and walked back to the bedroom next to the stairs, looking at the space inside, seemingly considering how to decorate it to her liking.

"Temporary accommodation?" Naga asked curiously. "Will so many people stay here?"

"Of course," Miku shrugged. "I've made it very clear that my concessions have limits. Just because she can hug me doesn't mean she can use those perverted things on me." She turned her head and stared at Naga warningly. "You're the same. If you have any outrageous ideas, just call your toys. Don't... contradict... me!"

He then vaguely understood the real reason why Miku hadn't been too angry about his womanizing at the company. Under the subtle influence of such a father and such a sister, she subconsciously still regarded women who were purely sexual partners as toys. For example, Kae, once she no longer posed a threat to her position, immediately lost her hostility.

Thinking of how she unhesitatingly sent her competitor Kae into Ami's mouth, Naga felt a strange chill. Miku, truly worthy of being the daughter of the Fujikawa family.

After all, she had spent her formative years in that kind of environment. From the moment she stepped into this Western-style house, Miku began to exude the air of the eldest daughter of the Fujikawa family, which made Naga feel somewhat uncomfortable and even a little strangely distant.

Sensing Naga's unusual behavior, Miku quickly glanced around the house before pulling him away. Once in the car, she asked, "You don't really like it here?"

He couldn't very well say he disliked the hidden side of Miku, so he nodded. "Yeah, it's a little uncomfortable."

Miku leaned back in her seat, saying with a hint of helplessness, "I don't like it here either. I still prefer moving into the secondhand apartment we bought after we got married. I'd cook for you in that tiny kitchen every day, clean every nook and cranny, and prepare a hot bath for you when you got home." She paused, then shrugged. "Unfortunately, that dream has already waved goodbye to me."

He started the car, saying with a deep sense of dejection, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Let's not talk about that. We always have to look forward." Miku smiled and gave Naga an address he recognized. "Let's go here."

"You...you're going to see him?" Naga asked, somewhat surprised that Miku would choose to go to the Fujikawa family's house at this time.

“Yes, I told him to cancel all his work and wait for me at home. Knowing his personality, he's probably getting impatient by now, so we'd better hurry.” Miku answered casually, as if her discord with her father was already a thing of the past.

“What are you going to talk to him about?” Naga asked cautiously, worried that his deal with his future father-in-law would be exposed. Although he had resolved Miku's anger with Dream Eater, Naga knew that the bomb had been planted, and the deep-seated resentment and dissatisfaction could potentially erupt again.

Miku quietly watched the buildings flashing outside the car window. After driving a few intersections, she whispered in a somewhat unfocused tone, as an answer.

“Since my dream of cutting off ties with the Fujikawa family and starting a new life has shattered like a bubble, as the eldest daughter, I won't leave anything that belongs to me to Ami.”

Naga hadn't been present for the meeting between father and daughter. He was politely invited into the tea room, where a stunningly beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in a kimono, patiently demonstrated her skillful tea ceremony techniques without uttering a single unnecessary word.

It was already the height of summer, and after drinking some tea, Naga wiped his sweat, idly gazing at the scenery in the courtyard, counting the number of times he added water and tapped the stones.

Despite the purifying environment, Naga still felt uneasy. He could only hope that the old fox wouldn't use their agreement as leverage to cultivate a familial bond with Miku. Otherwise, Miku, naturally feeling betrayed, might erupt in another volcanic eruption—something completely unpredictable.

After waiting quietly for nearly an hour, Miku finally opened the sliding door of the tea room with a cheerful smile and beckoned to him.

He quickly rubbed his aching legs and strode over. He cautiously observed Miku's expression; it seemed nothing particularly unusual, but he decided to wait for her to speak first.

"He wanted us to stay for lunch. I declined," Miku said lightly after getting into the car.

Having dawdled for quite some time, and with lunchtime approaching, Naga smiled. "So, where are you planning to eat? My treat."

"There's a place not far from here that makes really good udon. Treat me!" Miku licked her lips and excitedly began leading the way.

Seeing that she seemed to be in a good mood, Naga tried to sound casual as he asked, "What have you been talking about all this time?"

Miku glanced at him sideways and said, "Nothing much, just confirming some facts and informing him of some things. That old fox is probably still clinging to the hope of having a son. Too bad, I don't think I'll have a younger brother."

Knowing that Miku didn't want to talk about it in detail, Naga didn't press further and changed the subject with some trivial conversation.

After lunch, Miku had Naga accompany her to pick out a few dresses and bought him a high-end suit. He hadn't seen the card used for payment before; it was probably one of the results of her conversation with Fujikawa Kengo that morning.

After wrapping the suit and putting it in the trunk, Miku picked out a beautifully packaged gift box at a nearby gift shop, put it in the back seat, gave Naga an address, then kissed him on the cheek and said with a smile, "This is our next destination. Drive, my knight."

"Of course, my princess," Naga replied with an exaggerated tone, finally feeling relieved. Hearing Miku's melodious laughter, he started the car.

Miku's destinations were truly unexpected, one after another. After parking the car, Naga looked at the clearly visible "Shingo" on the nameplate of the house next door, paused for a moment, and asked, "Uh... this time, do I need to get out of the car?"

Miku shook her head. "You should wait for me. You've already met anyway." She got out of the car, picked up the gift box, went over and pressed the doorbell, and said a few words into the intercom.

Less than ten seconds later, the door inside suddenly opened, and Shingo Akiko, wearing slippers, looked at Miku in disbelief at the door, her chest heaving rapidly under her thin nightgown.

Miku smiled brightly, waved to her, and walked over. "Auntie, it's been a long time."

Akiko watched Miku walk up to her with a smile, her hands trembling as she raised them, wanting to hug her niece, but too timid to actually do so.

Naga saw Miku open her arms and hug Akiko, and almost simultaneously saw tears welling up in Akiko's eyes. He sighed, lowered his chair, and leaned back. He guessed it would be quite a while before he could. [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

Was what he gained from this Dream Eater's experience Miku had come to terms with everything? With this question in mind, Naga closed his eyes.

The short nap didn't bring him any rest; instead, he broke out in a cold sweat, waking up in a panicked, racing heart. A feeling relentlessly reminded him that the Dream Eater's power was fading away.

Where exactly... went wrong? Despite having gained so much, Naga still felt reluctant to part with that magical ability. However, he was only slightly better off than completely ignorant about it. Yui, who had been diligently studying this ability, had already left his life, and as for the senior Yui had mentioned, he had no idea how to contact her.

"It's gone...it's gone." He opened his phone, looking at the photo of Miku's cheerful smile on the screen, and murmured.

On the way back, Naga asked her curiously, "Have you and Auntie talked things out?"

Miku nodded, a helpless smile on her lips. "I was young before, and I didn't understand many things. Now, at least I know that there are many things in this world that you can't simply choose not to do just because you don't want to, really don't want to, really, really don't want to, or would rather die than do."

She paused for a few seconds, hugged her lower abdomen, and said softly, "I think if I become a mother in the future, I'll definitely become a weak and easily bullied woman."

"No, I won't allow anyone to bully you in the future. Including Ami." As if a flame was burning in his veins, Naga stared at the road ahead and said solemnly.

Miku smiled, blinked, and didn't speak.

After a few minutes of silence in the car, Miku whispered, "Naga, can I ask you two things?"

"Silly boy, whatever it is, just say it." At this moment, even if she asked him to abandon everything and elope with her, he would nod without hesitation.

Miku closed her eyes and slowly said, "You absolutely cannot let Ami get pregnant. Also, for our first son, I want... him to have the surname Fujikawa."

Naga gripped the steering wheel tightly and slowly nodded, his heart pounding clearly in his ears.

He understood Miku's meaning almost immediately.

The moment that son with the surname Fujikawa was born, everything Ami possessed would be stripped away completely...

When they drove Miku home, it was around nine o'clock at night. Two hours after dinner, they went to the nearest square, bought a few cans of beer, sat on the steps, drinking and pointing at the huge TV wall across the street, whispering among themselves.

Miku clearly didn't want to go back, but in the end, she still suggested going home—not to the secondhand apartment she had carefully chosen and decorated, but to that huge, sturdy mansion.

"I suddenly feel like our wedding day is still so far away," Miku muttered softly, looking out the car window, even though it was only a month away. "Just thinking about being alone with that guy for a month makes my nostrils feel like they're about to explode."

That guy, of course, referred to Asami, who was already waiting inside the gate.

She opened the gate herself, walked to the car with a smile, and knocked on the window next to Naga's car.

He glanced at Miku, then rolled down the window. "Amasami, I brought Miku back."

"Brother-in-law is so considerate." Asami's alluring gaze passed over Naga's body and landed directly on Miku.

"Alright, you have to go to work tomorrow, go home and rest early. I'm going in." As if not wanting Naga and Asami to have too much interaction, Miku opened the door, got out of the car, and strode into the house.

Asami hurriedly chased after them, calling out, "Sister, sister, wait for me!"

Naga didn't leave immediately. He quietly watched the two sisters open the door and go inside one after the other. A moment later, the lights on the third-floor window came on.

He stared at Miku's figure reflected in the window light, frowned, took out a cigarette, drove the car into the dark shadows under the wall, and silently took a drag.

The smoke, like a white ghost, twisted and filled the space in front of him.

(72)

He had originally decided that when he had a chance to be alone with Asami, he would definitely have a good talk with her. But Naga didn't expect that this wait would last until the eve of the wedding.

He only had two channels to contact Asami: the company office and the lewd hunting grounds.

And both of these channels had been closed long ago.

Asami quit her job without hesitation. According to Miku, she also went to enroll in a bridal school. He didn't know what she was planning, but she said that she wanted to please her seemingly hardworking and busy sister.

All the targets she had set her sights on and the prey she had already captured, except for Yoshimi Mizuhara, were given to Naga as gifts. According to her on the phone, this was part of her wedding presents, and she was welcome to accept them.

It seemed that apart from Yoshimi, Ami didn't need any other prey for the time being. Naga looked at Yoshimi, who seemed restless at work during the day, and felt some sympathy for this girl whose temperament was so perfect for Ami's taste.

Although she had the freedom and ability to hunt for women at the company, Naga couldn't muster any interest for a long time. One of the reasons was another wedding present.

Akiko Shingo had officially relinquished the burden she had been carrying. With her children all grown up and established in their own families, she no longer needed this extra salary. As a gift from the highest authority in the Fujikawa family, Naga officially took over the position of president.

As a gift, this alone was clearly not enough to show the father's generosity. Thus, in less than a week, the two previously independently operated talent agencies completed all the formalities and came under Naga's control.

In the two weeks leading up to the wedding, Naga was busy leading the merger and relocating the company to an office building closer to the parent company, renting three floors.

The merged HR department was taken over by the returned Keiko Kuroki, and the other departments were also managed by capable personnel provided by the parent company.

This series of dramatic changes left Naga feeling overwhelmed and restless.

Originally responsible for providing playthings for Fujikawa, the OLs from the merged agencies, with their stunning looks and charisma, made the already attractive staff even more impressive—one of the few things Naga could look forward to.

Yoshimi Mizuhara was reassigned to a less demanding position, available for Ami to summon at any time, and judging from the number of days she took leave, the poor girl wasn't having an easy time. Naga was certain she wasn't a masochist; even though she had been trained to orgasm from a spanking, her deep-seated fear of pain and restraint remained unchanged.

From another perspective, perhaps it was precisely this feeling of fear and rejection that made Ami so fascinated.

Without any hesitation, Naga transferred all his bed partners, including Matsushima Kae, to the general affairs department near the president's office. While dealing with a workload that had more than tripled, Naga, to reward himself, sorted the company's beauties by appearance, immediately assigning the most outstanding and alluring ones to secretarial and assistant positions.

With only a week until the wedding, Koga Yu submitted her resignation. Having found a kind and honest boyfriend, she also bid farewell to Alice's world. Her financial difficulties were no big deal to Naga at this point; as a future wedding gift, he readily solved her problem in one go. In return, she received an even bolder repayment than Maeda Reiko—a promise that even after becoming a wife, she would always accept his invitations.

Every evening after finishing her work, Naga would rush to see Miku. Initially, Miku seemed awkward, but through their daily interactions, she gradually adapted to Ami's presence, occasionally even unconsciously revealing an older sister's smile when Ami was mentioned. It seemed the shrewd Ami had found the right way to please Miku.

Naga's most relied-upon secretary was named Osawa Yuko, thirty-seven years old, a single woman with a style similar to Department Head Kuroki, far less attractive but with astonishing work ability.

Naga, who initially had no interest in her and had only casually assigned her to head the Public Relations Section 2, quickly realized she was a woman who could save him. He immediately and decisively transferred her to the president's office as his executive secretary, leading those several pleasing "flower vases" to share his workload.

Thanks to Osawa Yuko, Naga's burden was finally lighter, and he could finally confidently carve out a two-week wedding vacation on his schedule. Before the new wave of personnel changes in November, Naga finally entered a state where he could get through the day without being exhausted.

Three days before the wedding, Miku took Naga to meet Fujikawa Kengo.

As it was the first formal meeting between father-in-law and son-in-law, Naga was a little nervous. However, the process went very smoothly. Compared to Miku, who always wore an impatient expression, Fujikawa was much more enthusiastic. Naga could sense the eagerness in Fujikawa's desperate attempt to show a warmth he wasn't good at, trying to mend the rift that had already formed.

"After the wedding, we'll definitely visit each other often," Naga said solemnly to Fujikawa before leaving, ignoring Miku's fingers secretly pinching him.

"Naga, I truly regret that you can't be my son."

"I'll soon be your son too, Uncle."

The conversation ended with a similar exchange to the last time.

(Seventy-three)

The wedding wasn't a grand affair as Fujikawa had suggested. Following Miku's wishes, a simple public ceremony was planned. Invitations were only sent to Naga's friends and some colleagues, and the venue was a hotel that was relatively easy to book. Because they hadn't anticipated that Miku's relatives would be attending, the hall felt a little crowded with the addition of over a dozen guests from the Fujikawa family.

Of course, this little bit of crowding didn't dampen Naga's good mood. After seeing Miku in her wedding dress in the lounge, he couldn't stop smiling, looking like a silly goose.

Whether intentionally or not, Ami chose a bridesmaid dress that resembled a short wedding gown, complete with a hair clip that subtly incorporated a veil, giving her the air of a second bride.

The two sisters, inheriting their mother's beauty and even more alluring with their carefully chosen makeup, would have been enough to occupy Naga's mind forever—if Hoshina, the best man, hadn't been able to make it.

Unfortunately, Hoshina was just stuck in traffic and was only slightly late to pick up his girlfriend.

Wanting to take the opportunity to assert his older brotherly authority, Naga waited at the hotel entrance, intending to savor Hoshina's apology. But he didn't expect that when Hosaka got out of the taxi and hurriedly went around to the other side to open the door, the girl who stepped out would be her...

She had lost some weight and looked even more petite. Her eyes were still as deep and bright as black gemstones, and her waist-length hair now only reached her shoulders, with a simple orange hair clip above her bangs. Of course, she wasn't wearing her school uniform anymore; instead, she was wearing a lemon-yellow dress that looked cheap, and below the hem were still her straight and slender legs, wearing knee-high white socks and small leather shoes similar to school shoes.

Her rosy lips were still so alluring, slightly upturned, adorned with a sweet smile as she walked briskly towards him. When she reached him, she feigned a playful, slightly angry expression, "Strange Mr., you weren't home when I first visited!"

His chest pounded with excitement, which he struggled to suppress, managing not to show too much surprise. "Yuai, I...I didn't know, it was you..."

Yuai touched her cheek shyly, saying, "It's my fault. I deliberately didn't let Hoshina know. He only found out today that I actually know you. So, it seems I really do have a connection with the Yumeno family." "

Why?" he asked, somewhat anxiously, yet also with a hint of resentment.

"Huh?" Yuai blinked her large, clear eyes in confusion. "It's nothing, it's just that... I was in such a bad situation back then, I didn't want anyone I knew to see me like that." Her gaze dimmed. "My parents are gone, and I have a huge debt. I even wanted to die back then." As she said this, she subconsciously covered the inside of her left wrist, guessing that she might have attempted suicide by cutting her wrists. Naga's heart suddenly ached.

"Well...it's all in the past now, let's not talk about it anymore. Congratulations, Mr. Strange. A woman who's so clumsy around girls but still fell for you must be a really, really good woman. Happy wedding!" He called her by her familiar nickname softly, and Yui smiled, shaking his hand before turning to walk towards Hoshina. "Hey, hey, the wedding gift should be in my name too! I don't want a separate payment, I'm so poor."

Watching Yui's retreating figure, a surge of indescribable frustration and bitterness welled up inside Naga. It was as if, if he had a gun at that moment, he would have shot Hoshina without hesitation, snatched Yui, and fled.

Fortunately, this impulse only flashed for a moment before disappearing amidst the continuous congratulations.

Today is my wedding, and my bride is waiting for me. He silently repeated this to himself, finally managing a forced smile.

"Mr. Strange, you look unhappy?" Yui suddenly appeared from the side, staring at him suspiciously, then clasped her hands together and apologized pitifully, "If you're angry with me, then I'll apologize to you, okay? Don't look so gloomy. It's a wedding, after all, don't the grooms always smile like an idiot?" She smiled, as if recalling Naga's clumsy performance when they first met, "You must be super good at that, right? Hehe."

"Yeah...acting like a fool in front of you was really one of my best skills." Naga laughed and patted Yui's head. "It's nothing, I'm just too nervous. I can't help it, it's my first wedding."

Yui rubbed her head against his hand, then stepped back, smoothing her ruffled hair. "Then you can be nervous all you want, I'm going to see the bride. Shimokawa-neechan will definitely look super beautiful today. Hey, she won't give me a hard time today, will she?"

"No. Go ahead." Miku shouldn't still be hostile towards a rival who's no longer a threat, Naga suppressed his bitterness and said in a deliberately lighthearted tone, "Remember to eat a lot at the banquet later, you're almost skin and bones."

"Yes, I'll eat every last bit of Hoshina's share!" To cheer him up, Yui exaggeratedly saluted in response.

After the initial shock subsided, Naga, whose emotions were gradually calming down, found that with the appearance of Yui, the longing and admiration he had painstakingly accumulated were easily blown away. Intense jealousy and resentment were coursing through his nerves, causing a throbbing pain in his temples.

Regardless, the wedding had to proceed as planned. Not wanting Miku to feel uneasy, Naga spent some time at the hotel entrance composing himself and adopting the demeanor of a normal groom before entering. During

the approximately twenty-minute ceremony, both were somewhat nervous. Naga specifically observed Miku's expression and, finding that she wasn't paying much attention to Yui, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Miku, now dressed in her gown, sat at the Yumeno family's table and sweetly called Naga's parents "Mom and Dad," his thoughts finally returned to where they belonged. His gaze finally shifted from the girl beside Hoshina to his bride, now called Yumeno Miku.

Asami sat beside Yui, the two whispering to each other throughout the meal, occasionally covering their mouths and shaking their shoulders in happy laughter. It seemed they had become acquainted quite quickly. Naga glanced at them, a little worried, hoping this pervert wouldn't set his sights on Yui.

Although it wasn't a church-style wedding, at the collective request of the young women, Miku still threw the bouquet at the hotel entrance.

A dozen outstretched hands jostled, and the bouquet bounced high into the air, landing in Yui's hands.

"Eh? I... I'm still young..." Yui blushed, looking at Hoshina, unaware of the envious glances directed at the cheerful bride.

All the necessary items had been moved in two days prior, and the nameplate on the luxurious mansion had been changed to Yumeno's surname. After leaving the hotel and saying goodbye to his parents and younger brother, Naga truly felt independent for the first time. Despite living for so long under the oppressive atmosphere brought by his brother, he still felt a slight sadness as he finally had his own world and left his original shell. From now on

, he would officially become the head of a family. A Yumeno family home that belonged to him, that he controlled.

On the drive back, Ayami, sitting in the back seat, tapped Miku's shoulder and whispered, "Sis, Dad got drunk today."

Miku hummed in agreement and nodded, her fingers fiddling with the embellishments on her dress.

Ayami thought for a moment, then rested her arms between the front seats and leaned closer. "This is the first time I've ever seen him drunk."

Miku hummed in agreement and said calmly, "If you were willing to have a normal wedding, he'd probably get drunk too."

Ayami smiled and touched Miku's hair, which was pulled up. "If Naga were willing to disregard the law and marry again, I'd have no problem having another wedding with him. If same-sex marriage were allowed, I'd also be willing to have one with you, sister. I'm mesmerized by how you look in a wedding dress; I could look at you every day and never get tired of it."

It seemed that Miku had become accustomed to or numb to such remarks, showing no sign of unhappiness, but she didn't reply.

“You two are going on your honeymoon tomorrow, so how about you wear a wedding dress tonight for your wedding night? I bet Naga will be very happy.”

Miku’s cheeks flushed. “Hey, you promised you wouldn’t bother me on our wedding night.”

“I promised, but I was just suggesting you wear a wedding dress. How is that harassment? Men would be super excited doing that in a wedding dress, right, Naga?” Ami deliberately adopted an innocent tone, speaking with a smile.

Miku probably remembered her first erotic dream, her cheeks turning bright red as she secretly glanced at Naga.

Naga glanced at Miku, and after confirming that his wife was just shy, he smiled and nodded. “Yes, I don’t know about other men, but I’ll definitely be incredibly happy.”

Miku snorted, turned her head away, and muttered softly, “I don’t care if you’re happy or not, such an embarrassing thing…”

Naga didn’t recall the half-naked, seductive Miku he had seen in his dream; instead, he inexplicably thought of Fujikawa, whom Ami had mentioned. The drunken father finally showed signs of aging, maintaining his pride while laughing and drinking with relatives, all the while secretly glancing at Miku as the bride.

Even the hardest and most resolute heart will always retain a soft corner for its daughter…

(Seventy-four)

Miku spent the entire afternoon packing her luggage, preparing for her honeymoon the next day. The honeymoon itself, and the added fact that she could escape Ami's side for half a month, were enough to make her very happy.

As the master of the house, Naga formally met with the staff. Through Makino Naru's introduction, the other four maids also got to know their new master.

The two bedrooms on the first floor were occasionally occupied by maids on duty; because of the rotating shifts, these five maids wouldn't appear together unless it was a special occasion like today for the meeting. At Miku's request, the maids gave up their use of the kitchen and voluntarily deducted this rightful income from their wages. Because Miku had suggested cleaning her own personal space, Naru was struggling with how to cut her salary to justify the reduced workload.

This strangely meticulous attitude reminded Naga of the rigid butlers of Europe.

On their wedding night, the fewer people in the way, the better. After helping tidy up the entire mansion, all the maids left, leaving only Naga, Miku, and Ami in the large space.

Miku was still rather rude to Ami. She leaned on the table, glaring at Ami for a while, and said, "Hey, promise you won't bother me tonight."

Ami smiled and raised her right hand. "Do you want me to swear? I promise I won't bother you tonight."

Miku pursed her lips, still staring at Ami, her brows gradually furrowing.

"Please, my dear sister, I know you want me to disappear, but I really want to eat your cooking! Can I eat before I go out?" Ami surrendered, raising her hands and leaning back in her chair, looking pitifully at Miku.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll leave right after I finish eating. I have so many places to go. You don't have to worry about me running into a pervert on the streets."

"Tsk, even if I did, I'd only feel sorry for the pervert who might get castrated." Miku pouted without any room for negotiation, then turned and headed towards the kitchen. "Honey, what do you want to eat tonight? There's plenty of stuff in the fridge."

"Ugh... that's so unfair. You talk to me like that. You're so cold to me." Asami rested her chin on her hands and complained softly to Naga.

Naga thought for a moment, shrugged as an answer to Asami, and said to the kitchen, "Make what you're best at. Uh... it'd be best if it was quick. I didn't eat much at noon, and my stomach is already growling."

From the kitchen came Miku's cheerful reply, "My best and fastest dish is definitely instant noodles! What flavor do you want, honey?"

Of course, what ended up on the table wasn't instant noodles, but a delicious meal that showcased the results of Miku's bridal training.

Satisfied with dinner, Ami left early. After his failed attempt to bathe together, Naga hurriedly showered in the spacious bathroom and sat on the sofa in the second-floor recreation room, playing video games to pass the time while Miku showered and got ready.

The room's furnishings made him feel somewhat disoriented. Above the TV stand hung their wedding photo; just gazing at the area around it gave him the illusion of returning to that dream.

Could it be… that Miku didn't consider the similarity of the scene when she enlarged and hung the photo? Or… that she did it on purpose?

It would be easy to verify: if Miku, waiting in the bedroom upstairs, also wore a wedding dress to recreate that dream, the answer would be obvious. Hearing the water in the bathroom stop and Miku's footsteps approaching from the stairs, Naga immediately turned off his game console, holding his breath and waiting for Miku's call.

He couldn't help but clench his hand hard, as if using the distinct pain to confirm that he was still in reality.

He suddenly remembered the apartment Miku had carefully chosen; its layout was exactly the same as the one in his initial dream. If they hadn't moved here, their wedding night tonight would have been even more indistinguishable.

"Darling, haven't you had enough rest?"

Miku's clear voice, filled with shyness, echoed from the stairs. The identical call confirmed to Naga that Miku was currently thinking about that unrestrained, erotic dream of wearing a wedding dress.

"Coming!" He jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs quickly.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he found Miku standing by the bed. She looked extremely nervous, her hands gripping the hem of her wedding dress, the slightly raised skirt revealing her delicate, white feet resting on the wooden floor. Her face flushed, she lowered her head slightly, and said shyly in a low voice, "I can't remember what was said after that, I only remember the first sentence."

He swallowed, loosened the first button of his pajamas, and walked over. "It's alright, a dream is a dream, and reality is reality. This is our wedding night, don't worry about those unimportant things."

Miku hummed in agreement, backing up onto the bed. Her fluffy wedding dress made her look like a princess from a foreign land. He couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, take her hand, and kiss the back of her hand adorned with a ring.

Her hand still smelled of lotion, and besides that, all he could smell was her captivating natural fragrance. He didn't raise his head, but continued kissing his way up her hand.

When he kissed her elbow, Miku gasped as if remembering something, then nudged him. "Honey, you...you go lock the door."

"Huh? Is that necessary?" Naga hesitated. "Isn't it just the two of us at home?"

Miku blushed and shook her head. "Ashi can't be relied on. She'll definitely come back at the right time. You should lock it."

"Okay." Naga smiled. Actually, he was quite hoping that Ashi would come home halfway through the night and join them, so he could enjoy the wonderful feeling of the two sisters on their wedding night. It was one of the most frequent fantasies in his mind.

After locking the door and returning to the bedside, Miku retreated a little further into the bed. Her wedding dress was spread out on the bed, and the edges of the floral petals revealed her delicate, petal-like toes.

"Miku, I...I'm coming." Naga said in a low, husky voice, taking off his shirt and holding her left foot in his hands. He brought that delicate, white-and-pink work of art to his lips and gently kissed it.

"Mmm...no, no, it's so embarrassing..." Miku leaned back, her hands bracing against the bed, her moist gaze fixed on her toes, which were being caressed and played with by Naga's lips.

Finally, she no longer possessed this beautiful body in a fantasy world. Naga excitedly stroked Miku's smooth calves, kissing the insteps of her feet, and climbed onto the bed.

Although she had lost her virginity twice in her dreams, this was her first real experience. The nervousness made her forget the so-called AV textbooks and the bedroom techniques that Ami had taught her to please her. In a state of bewilderment, she raised her left leg and stared blankly as Naga's kisses traveled up her calf, leaving a trail of tingling, pleasurable marks.

It seemed that, thanks to Ami, Miku's physical sensitivity had improved significantly. Even though she could feel the naive tension fermenting in her muscles, Naga easily discovered that her virginity was being awakened and trembling slightly when he kissed the inside of her knee.

Filled with jealousy that Asami had preemptively awakened Miku's desire, Naga suppressed his impulses and patiently slid his head little by little into her tulle skirt. His long, deep tongue licked her rounded thighs, circling the smooth, moist vulva near its apex.

As he had guessed, Miku wasn't wearing underwear; the hem of her wedding dress once again revealed her dark pubic hair and the delicate, beautifully shaped genitals peeking out from beneath the curly thicket. Unlike that previous encounter, this time he hadn't fully launched his attack yet, but the base of her thighs, which were trying to close together, was already noticeably wet and glistening.

"Miku, relax, I'll be gentle," he said, turning his head to kiss the inside of her taut thighs, his kisses gradually moving closer to her slender abdomen, encased in the waistband of her wedding dress.

“Husband, no, don’t go straight there.” Miku pushed his head away through her wedding dress. “You… haven’t kissed me yet.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, I was too impatient.” Naga paused, then emerged from the wedding dress, smiled apologetically, and embraced his wife. Looking into her bright, unclosed eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her. The

passionate light of the bridal chamber was mostly blocked by the curtains, leaving only a dim yellow light that barely illuminated a small area in the courtyard.

Under the wall outside the door, where the light didn’t reach, Ami, wrapped in a coffee-colored coat, leaned against the cool wall, tugging at the chain on her wrist.

“I guess they’ve already started. Hmm… just thinking about my sister’s naked body makes my nipples hard.” Ami chuckled softly, pulling the chain towards the door.

The end of the chain was connected to a dark red leather choker, which tightly locked her fair and slender neck. Long hair cascaded down from the choker, falling beside her pale cheeks.

Yoshimi Mizuhara was completely naked; all her clothes were in Ami's hands. The only thing that could be considered covering her was the collar and the dog tail attached to her anus, sticking out from behind her buttocks.

She followed Ami quietly, head down, moving her body using her hands and knees, towards the silently opened door. Below the dog tail, swaying with her movements, a glistening trail of liquid stretched across the skin of her inner thigh…

[pos] The Erotic Tales of Dream Eaters 11

(Seventy-Five)

“Ugh—slow…please slow down, it’s…a little swollen.” The wedding dress bunched up at her waist, exposing her beautiful body. Miku gripped the sheets tightly, trying to keep her legs from opening and closing them again, experiencing the strange sensation of her body being slowly penetrated by a man's large organ. Her

tender entrance was covered in saliva and love honey. As Naga's body drew closer, the swelling pain mixed with a strange pleasure assaulted Miku's senses, making her moans exceptionally sweet.

Suppressing the urge to follow the velvety touch to its deepest point, Naga patiently kissed the soles of her feet resting on his shoulders, making small in-and-out movements near the entrance, gradually taking in more depth.

"Mmm...husband, I...I'm fine, come on..." A surge of anxiety ignited by the cautious caresses, Miku bent her tender white feet, looking at Naga with a distressed and moist expression.

Without a doubt, she was ready to welcome the first man in her life, a reality, not a dream.

Naga gazed into her expectant eyes, his gaze slowly moving to her flushed chest. He leaned forward, gently cupping her trembling breasts, then his other hand tightened around Miku's taut thighs, his hips thrusting forward.

His glans was enveloped by layers of beautiful, smooth muscle, her sensitive clitoris rubbed by the hard ridges of flesh. Breaking through the delicate membrane, the two, tightly connected, simultaneously experienced an even more intense pleasure.

"Uh—um, um! Ahh…" Miku's knees trembled slightly from the sharp pain, but her moans were mixed with the pleasure of being possessed. Naga lowered his body, kneading her smooth breasts while his erect penis pounded into Miku's juicy flower.

"Ugh, ugh—it's so...so strange, my body...it's become so strange, husband, husband, Miku...has Miku become a slutty woman...ahhh, ahhh..." As the thrusts quickened, a flush rapidly spread from her chest to the rest of her fair skin. Miku looked at Naga in a panic, unable to believe that she was approaching orgasm so quickly.

"No, hahh, hahh, I'm happy that Miku feels good, even if she's a little more slutty." He panted heavily, casually weaving words in response, while increasing the amplitude of his thrusts. His penis parted the newly blossoming bud, then plunged deep into the deepest part where it couldn't go any further.

Her cervix trembled and softened, every cell in her body transmitting the tingling sensation from the friction on her vagina. Miku forgot her shame, felt no pain, and in the sharp, almost stinging, new pleasure, she released a stream of slippery nectar.

Perhaps due to their sisterly blood, Miku's vagina was a beautiful, exquisite organ similar to Ami's. With her normal sexual orientation and high sensitivity, the pleasure she brought Naga was multiplied. When Miku reached her second orgasm, Naga comfortably tensed his back, then relaxed, forcefully ejaculating his pent-up semen into his wife's body.

Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, savoring the flow and mixing of their fluids, their pulses gradually merging into one—a close and intimate connection.

The short twenty-odd minutes felt like an hour. Miku glanced at the clock, blinked, and shifted slightly. A tingling pain shot through her groin, but more than that, a warm comfort washed over her. Warm fluid flowed out as Naga withdrew. She quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from the bedside table and carefully covered herself.

"Uh... If we're going to have a baby, we can't let all of this leak out, right?" Miku whispered, glancing at the pinkish-red semen stains on the tissue. Worried, she grabbed a pillow from the side and placed it under her buttocks.

Naga lay down beside Miku with a smile, reaching out to play with her sweaty breasts. "It's okay if it spills out, I can shoot more inside, more than you can hold."

"You're so annoying." Miku blushed and punched him lightly. With a forceful thud, another glob of white fluid overflowed. She quickly covered it with a tissue, glaring at him. "How come there's so much? Ugh... It feels like I've been filled with cream." "

It's so cumbersome." The wedding dress, bunched up at her waist, was uncomfortable. Miku carefully used a tissue to plug her crotch, moved to the edge of the bed, and took the dress off her head. "I'm never wearing this with you again. It's so itchy and irritating."

She put the dress in the corner of the room, touched her arm, and frowned. "Ah... It's sticky. Honey, I want to take a shower."

Naga lay on the bed, his gaze greedily following Miku's sexy swaying hips as she moved. His desire had been suppressed for a long time, and one ejaculation was not enough to satisfy him. He beckoned, smiling suggestively, "Miku, come on, don't rush to shower, come lie down for a bit."

Miku glanced at him, noticing his erect penis swelled up again, and couldn't help but laugh. She climbed onto the bed, pinched the base of it with her fingers, bit her lip, and said, "Doesn't this guy need any rest? What a pervert."

"It's because you're so sexy, Miku," Naga muttered, opening his arms to pull his wife into his embrace. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

"Ugh... I hate it... I... want to take a shower." Miku twisted her waist, playfully biting his arm.

"In a bit, after we're done, we'll shower together." Naga, burning with desire, had already found her crotch and began teasing her sensitive clitoris.

A tingling, electric-like pleasure made her still-warm body heat up again. She groaned with a sigh, reaching out to stroke Naga's erect penis, and whispered in a coquettish tone, "Alright, I'll do as my husband says."

"Mmm, mmm! Uh... it still hurts a little." Squatting on Naga's waist, Miku, trying the riding position for the first time, had just lowered her hips when she shook her head, holding his penis.

The swollen glans brought a slight tearing sensation to her slightly swollen vaginal opening. Although it was much milder than the tearing pain when her body seemed to be torn apart the first time she was penetrated, it was enough to make her hesitate to sit down.

Moreover, her current posture made her too ashamed to think properly. Naga put his hands behind his head and leisurely looked down. Undoubtedly, his burning gaze landed on her exposed mons pubis, which was exposed because her knees were spread apart. He raised his hands and cupped her white breasts, playing with her hard nipples with his fingers. As she leaned forward, it was as if she was offering her breasts to him.

"Is...is this really okay?" As she sank deeper, a dull, tingling sensation spread between her legs. Miku looked down at the shaft between them and said worriedly, "I feel like I've reached the top...it seems...it seems like I can't go any further." Naga,

enjoying the soft, wet flesh, casually replied, "Move however you feel comfortable. It doesn't have to go all the way in. I feel comfortable this way too."

"Is...is that so?" Miku looked at herself suspiciously, tentatively sinking a little deeper. A strong, tingling sensation immediately spread through the deep, winding passage, as if the tip of the shaft had poked a soft, tender flesh, making her knees buckle and almost kneel.

She dared not try again, so she held onto Naga's chest with both hands, swaying her hips up and down, her slender, taut abdomen swaying sensually, her snow-white buttocks rising and falling lasciviously.

Her cheeks burned with shame, but the pleasure was palpable, emanating from the piston-like movements. The swollen inner walls, though painfully chafed, were so sweet she couldn't stop, instead increasing her speed. Her wet, sticky vulva made gurgling sounds, making her afraid to look Naga in the eye.

As expected of Miku, who consistently trained, an ordinary office woman wouldn't last five minutes at this pace. Naga tilted her head back in pleasure, enjoying the continuous sucking sensation without moving. Miku's legs were constantly thrusting, making her already more alluring vulva even tighter. If she hadn't just ejaculated once, Naga's supposedly strong stamina wouldn't have lasted seven or eight minutes before collapsing completely.

"Ah, ah! No... it's... it's coming again..." Driven by heightened sensuality, Miku straightened her back, shifting to a squatting position as if urinating, gripping her knees and vigorously shaking her hips. Her rising and falling buttocks had long forgotten the length of the male penis, each thrust landing firmly on the bottom.

Knowing her climax was approaching, Naga also took a deep breath and thrust his hips upwards rapidly. With the coordination of both sides, the intercourse organs suddenly became a dense sprint, an extreme pleasure rushing to Miku's head. Her delicate moans suddenly lengthened, and with the trembling end, her clenched flower core began to spasm once more.

Knowing that a woman would enter a subtle, languid state after climax, Naga followed with a flip, pinning Miku beneath him, continuing their unfinished business.

Miku enjoyed herself for a while, moaning and groaning, before regaining some strength and lifting her legs to meet his.

This time, as Miku's moans became dense and loud, the sound of the lock turning came from the bedroom door.

Naga froze on the bed, while Miku angrily looked towards the door.

Who else could it be but Ami, the other master of the house?

"Hey, you promised you wouldn't bother me tonight!" Miku's cheeks flushed red. Seeing Mizuhara Yoshimi there, she hurriedly pulled a blanket over them.

Ami walked in with a smile, closing the door behind her. She crossed her legs and sat down, not on a chair, but on Yoshimi's back. Yoshimi braced herself on all fours, gritting her teeth and lowering her head.

"Of course I'll keep my promise," Ami stroked Yoshimi's upturned buttocks, twirling the dog tail inserted in her anus, "but I didn't promise not to bother Naga tonight! I promise, I won't... bother... you."

"You—" Speechless with anger at Ami, Miku angrily shoved Naga, trying to stop her, but Naga swayed from the push, and a wave of annoying weakness washed over her. She couldn't bear to let that source of pleasure slip away like that.

“Sister, just enjoy yourself. On our wedding night, as your younger sister, I should make sure you have some fun, that's only polite of me.” Asami stood up and walked to the bedside, holding Yoshimi's hand.

She hadn't worn any clothes when she entered the room, her alluring naked body displayed without any shyness. She leaned over Naga's back, fastened the chain on her hand to the headboard, stroked Naga's back, and gently licked it, panting softly, “Brother-in-law, keep going, otherwise my sister will be unhappy and angry with me again.”

The wet, smooth tongue made Naga feel a tingling sensation, so he simply stopped thinking about what Asami wanted to do and focused his attention back on his wife below, stroking her taut thighs and slowly beginning to thrust again.

“Hey… don't, don't start again… mmm—” Miku protested in a trembling voice, but immediately, her aroused sensuality turned her words into a drawn-out moan.

Asami licked her lips, staring at Miku's swaying breasts. She kicked the obstructing blanket off the bed, then knelt behind Naga, massaging him with her breasts while simultaneously running her fingers from behind his buttocks to between her legs, caressing his increasingly engorged clitoris in rhythm with the swaying of her body.

Asami had clearly instructed Yoshimi what to do before entering; a single glance was enough for Yoshimi to flinch timidly. She then adjusted the collar around her neck, climbed onto the bed, and knelt beside Miku.

"Ah! You... what are you doing? Don't... don't touch me... umm..." Miku was trying to ignore the two uninvited guests with her eyes closed when suddenly a warm mouth sucked on her nipple. It was Yoshimi, her hands cupping her breasts, carefully licking from her areola towards the center.

Stimulated even more by the scene before her and the service from behind, Naga pressed down on her body, his penis thrusting with a force that seemed to drain the love juices from her honeypot. Miku, who had just raised her hand to push Yoshimi away, was immediately overwhelmed by lust and had to pull it back to her side, tightly gripping the sheets beneath her. All her strength was used to suppress any cries in front of the two of them.

Her expression of suppressed, ecstatic pleasure was incredibly alluring. Naga stared at Miku's face, excitedly changing his rhythm, wanting to give her more pleasure, wanting to see her unable to hold back her cries.

His penis churned inside Miku from different angles, as if even her internal organs were being drawn into that narrow crevice. She felt her body growing lighter and lighter, every sense of her body leaping with joy, every muscle tensing uncontrollably. She couldn't help but grab Yoshimi's hair and press it against her full breasts. Yoshimi obediently pressed against her chest, his lips and tongue working even more vigorously, making Miku's nipples almost burst open with pleasure.

This climax came so quickly and lasted so long; the pent-up desire, suppressed by shame, erupted all at once, the rebounding lust instantly overwhelming Miku's consciousness.

A series of tiny explosions began to spread around the sliding penis; she opened her mouth and screamed ecstatically, unable to even hear how loud she was screaming, only knowing that if she didn't release this euphoric energy, she would explode.

Naga continued to move tirelessly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her taut, flat stomach, soaking it.

Time seemed to slow down. Naga lifted her feet, kissing each of her outstretched toes; Yoshimi continued to suckle and kiss her breasts, her fingers playing with the other nipple; Ami's face remained behind Naga, watching her with a grin, watching her writhe and convulse in a wanton manner.

"Ah! Ahhh—ahhh—!"

The outline of her abs appeared on her fair belly, and the hand gripping Ryomei's hair almost ripped it off. Miku screamed, tilting her head back as if about to bounce off the bed, the veins on both sides of her neck throbbing violently.

Her convulsing flower core sucked on the glans, which was excited to its limit, and thick semen gushed out from the surrounding tender flesh, filling Miku's uterus completely, not a single drop left.

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