My wife believes me; how could I be a cuckold?

Seeing her reaction, Makoto Asano knew that he must not rush things at this moment.

So he stopped pressuring her and instead opted for delaying tactics: "Eriko, you don't have to give me an answer now. You can give me one after you've thought it through."

"Let's pretend this never happened for now and continue to be friends."

Then, he suddenly remembered the mission objective of the new task he had received an hour earlier.

After carefully considering his words, he added, "However, it's better not to tell Yuta about this for now. We can tell him after you've made up your mind."

Eriko Miyajima did not respond to Makoto Asano's remarks.

A look of hesitation crossed her face; she neither nodded in agreement nor shook her head in refusal.

But when she heard her boyfriend's name at the end, the guilt and regret on her face intensified.

Seeing this, Makoto Asano quickly assured her, "Don't worry, Eriko, whatever your decision may be, I will face it with you, and I will share Yuta's anger with you."

Eriko Miyajima paused for a moment, then nodded slightly: "...Yes."

She still didn't respond, but she gently kissed the corner of Asano Makoto's mouth in return.

What this means is already obvious.

The two lingered there for a while longer, then resumed their sweet and relaxed conversation.

Clearly, after Asano Makoto's words of comfort, Miyajima Eriko had relaxed and was no longer as emotionally distraught as before.

Although they talked about everyday trivial matters, the two were not actually a couple, and their relationship was quite complicated.

So even though they were just sharing their daily lives with each other, they both cherished the time and felt incredibly warm and cozy.

Asano Makoto inhaled the delicate fragrance of Miyajima Eriko's hair, chatting idly, feeling an immense sense of peace and tranquility.

However, his body language was quite honest; while he was holding Eriko Miyajima, his heart was far from at peace.

The main reason is that Eriko Miyajima has such a great figure, with fair, smooth skin and a well-proportioned, elegant figure.

Moreover, she was only loosely draped in a bathrobe and hiding under the covers, without even putting her arms inside the sleeves.

This was a double test of sight and touch for Makoto Asano, who was holding her.

He simply couldn't withstand the test.

So it wasn't long before Eriko Miyajima realized something was wrong.

She suddenly realized that something was pressing against her stomach.

Feeling the warmth, she instinctively wanted to find a more comfortable position in Asano Makoto's arms.

She had barely made a move when she couldn't help but shudder, and then said in a trembling voice, "Asano-kun, your...it feels like..."

"Huh? What?"

Makoto Asano subconsciously asked a question, but quickly figured out the source of the problem.

With a smile on his face, he calmly explained, "There's nothing I can do, it's a natural physiological reaction. After all, Eriko is so beautiful, it would be strange if she didn't react, right?"

In the past, he might have apologized with an embarrassed look on his face.

But now he's developed a thick skin, so he can say these things without blushing or skipping a beat, and he's incredibly skilled at it.

At this moment, he noticed Eriko Miyajima's slightly flushed cheeks and assured her, "But don't worry, I won't touch you now—after all, you're really exhausted today. You just had your first time last night, and I've been torturing you until now."

Actually, he wasn't planning to do anything to Eriko just now, since he had taken her virginity last night and she was still in an unstable emotional state.

So no matter what, Makoto Asano shouldn't have continued his actions.

But there was no other way; when emotions run deep, there's no other choice.

Not to mention that at that time he also had to find a way to calm Eriko down and comfort her.

Therefore, silencing her is probably the simplest and most effective way.

However, it would have been better not to say it at this time. After saying it, Eriko Miyajima was so embarrassed that her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

"Fool."

She gave a soft hum and then patted Asano Makoto's chest with her hand.

However, this slightly naive appearance only made Asano Makoto more restless.

Just as he was feeling a little restless, Eriko Miyajima suddenly went silent again.

He couldn't help but feel a little surprised and subconsciously asked what had happened.

Before he could even speak, Eriko Miyajima blushed and whispered, "Asano-kun, is that... very uncomfortable? Do you want me to... help you?"

"what?"

Hearing her barely audible, stuttering words, Asano Makoto was stunned.

He never expected that the incredibly pure Eriko would say such a thing.

However, he quickly nodded with utmost honesty.

nonsense.

Since Eriko herself said so, then of course we should.

Of course.

No fool would want it.

Chapter 168 Soaring to the Sky (3k words, 15 bonus chapters)

At this point, Eriko Miyajima's mentality was somewhat like giving up, or rather, a "what's the use" attitude of making the best of a bad situation.

She believed that Asano Makoto was in such a bad mood because of her, and that she had a responsibility to help him.

Because she had already made a mistake today, twice in fact, she continued to make the same mistake even though she knew it was wrong.

Anyway, this is the last morning, and no matter what mistakes I make, it won't be any worse than it is now.

And no matter how you look at it, using your hands is much better than... going to have a real fight, right?

On the other hand, Makoto Asano had to admit that he had overestimated Eriko Miyajima.

She remains that pure and innocent girl.

While she wasn't completely ignorant about this kind of thing, in terms of the breadth of her knowledge, she was probably only slightly more knowledgeable than Risa Kanno, a pure mother who had never even watched porn.

Her limited knowledge, at best, only allowed her to understand how difficult it was for men to endure such situations, but it didn't teach her any methods other than the normal ones.

So in the end, she slowly helped Asano Makoto resolve the issue using *.

Although her intention was to make Asano Makoto feel less uncomfortable, he now feels even more uncomfortable.

It's not that it's uncomfortable; to be honest, it's a completely new and very special feeling.

However... because the stimulation wasn't quite right, although it felt very good, that feeling of being stuck in the middle was really unbearable.

If it's just for that final moment, it's better to do it yourself.

Makoto Asano had tried several times to offer advice and guidance to Eriko Miyajima.

But looking at her earnest efforts that led to her sweating, Makoto Asano suddenly felt a pang of pity.

What else can be done?

Just bear with it.

And so, Makoto Asano endured the pain and pleasure for a long time.

Because the stimulation wasn't as intense, he could persist for a very long time, and Eriko Miyajima also had to "work" for an even longer period of time.

However, seeing her lying on the bed in just a bathrobe, struggling and looking up anxiously at him every now and then because she couldn't get it out, Asano Makoto, lying on the bed, felt quite pleased.

Because this time it took a relatively long time, and because I am quite capable.

So at the very end, he soared straight into the sky.

And the result is...

"Asano-kun! It looks like—ahh ...

In fact, just before it truly ended, Eriko Miyajima sensed something more or less.

Makoto Asano simply forgot to remind him.

It's also possible that he deliberately didn't remind him.

In short, at the last moment, Eriko Miyajima was completely stunned and didn't even flinch.

After the outburst ended, the strong scent lingering in the air made her already flushed face turn completely red.

As if in fear, her hand trembled slightly, yet she couldn't help but touch her cheek.

Then, she instinctively brought her hand to her eyes and asked, "What... is this?"

She actually knew what it was. In any case, she was a little better than Risa Kanno; she knew the most basic knowledge.

However, she was completely stunned at this moment, and the question was only asked subconsciously.

Makoto Asano was unaware of this; he thought Eriko was asking him.

So after being asked that question, he subconsciously scratched his cheek, coughed awkwardly, and then solemnly argued, "This is the highest quality protein. I heard it can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Eriko Miyajima regained consciousness, and her body stiffened abruptly.

She silently raised her head and glanced at Makoto Asano, then stood up without a word and slowly moved into the bathroom.

Suddenly, the sound of running water from the sink filled the bathroom.

It must have been taken for cleaning.

A short while later, she came out of the bathroom again and walked silently to Asano Makoto, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

Just as Asano Makoto was feeling somewhat worried and surprised by her reaction, and was about to ask her a question.

"Asano-kun, you big idiot—!!!"

Eriko Miyajima suddenly shouted this, then pushed him hard onto the bed, nestled in his arms, and gently pounded his chest with her small hands.