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

Then, she slowly said, "Asano-kun, these two potatoes..."

Just when Asano Makoto thought she was going to praise his knife skills, she suddenly sighed, showed him the carrot in her hand, and said with a helpless expression, "I was actually planning to use these two potatoes to make curry..."

"..."

The kitchen fell silent, and Makoto Asano wore a somewhat embarrassed expression.

Ultimately, he was kicked out of the kitchen because he was in the way of cooking and getting in the way.

However, Eriko Miyajima truly lived up to her reputation as a top-notch housekeeper; she was incredibly efficient and quick, and even when she was alone, she prepared the meal in no time.

By the way, we had curry for dinner again.

Although the potatoes, one of the ingredients, have been shredded, that only affects the appearance of the curry, not the taste... I guess.

After a simple dinner to fill their stomachs, they chatted and laughed together in the kitchen while cleaning up the dishes. Then, Makoto Asano took Eriko Miyajima to his house.

This was a long-awaited time for a thorough cleaning. Although it had been almost three weeks, or more accurately, eighteen days, since the last cleaning, Makoto Asano's house wasn't as messy as it had been the first time.

So, with the combined efforts of the two of them, the room was restored to its original condition in just over half an hour.

And it was 8:30 p.m.

Logically, after cleaning, Eriko Miyajima should have taken the initiative to ask to go back.

However, she did not mention it, for the obvious reason that she wanted to spend more time with Makoto Asano.

Makoto Asano deliberately avoided mentioning going home, instead inviting her to sit down on the sofa.

After sitting down on the sofa, Makoto Asano casually turned on the TV without changing the channel and just left it there.

I happened to be on the news channel at that moment, and the television was still reporting on the bizarre typhoon that had struck the previous night.

However, neither Makoto Asano nor Eriko Miyajima paid attention to the matter. Instead, they sat on the sofa, looking at each other and chatting happily.

The two were not sitting very close to each other on the sofa; at least not close enough for their bodies to be pressed together. Instead, they maintained a distance of about ten centimeters.

However, as the conversation went on and the topics became more in-depth, it was as if the two of them each had a magnet attracting them, and the distance between them gradually shortened.

Whether it was Makoto Asano who moved closer or Eriko Miyajima who took the initiative to get closer, no one knows.

In short, as the distance shortened, their knees gradually touched, then their thighs, and finally their buttocks.

Their eyes met in the air, gazing at each other's faces, which were now almost touching, and they both stopped talking at the same time.

For some reason, Eriko Miyajima's face suddenly turned red.

Then, a hazy mist gradually welled up in her eyes, and she slowly closed them.

Chapter 177 Treasures of the World

Eriko Miyajima got what she wanted.

At first, when Makoto Asano just touched her lips to hers, she shyly shrank back.

However, after a short while, she suppressed her instinct to run away and let Asano Makoto take her lips.

She was, after all, a girl who had never experienced anything like this before.

When she was alone with the man who had taken away her most important thing and whom she deeply loved, she simply couldn't control herself.

Although she said she wanted to be friends again, deep down, at least subconsciously, she didn't really think that way. Instead, she hoped to stay with Makoto Asano and become even closer to him.

After a long while, the two slowly parted ways.

Although their lips had separated, their bodies were still entwined.

Makoto Asano put his arm around Eriko Miyajima's waist, which was without an ounce of fat, and couldn't help but sigh.

He then lowered his head again without hesitation and kissed Eriko's lips, skillfully guiding her movements.

Just as she had learned from him before, Eriko Miyajima began to respond clumsily but earnestly.

Gradually, Makoto Asano became dissatisfied with the status quo and left Eriko Miyajima once again.

However, his lips didn't move very far; they just lifted slightly before quickly falling back down.

This time, he landed on both sides of the lips.

He gently rubbed his lips against hers for a while, then moved down again to kiss Eriko Miyajima's chin.

Next, the neck.

The moment his lips touched the skin of her neck, Eriko Miyajima couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

She instinctively hugged Asano Makoto's head, but she wasn't stopping him; rather, it was as if she was preventing him from leaving her body.

Such an embrace naturally couldn't stop Makoto Asano from continuing downwards.

After lingering briefly on Eriko Miyajima's neck, he continued downwards, gently touching her collarbones with his lips.

He then raised his lips again, and at the same time reached out and gently grasped the collar of Eriko Miyajima's clothes, pulling it down slightly.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of beautiful scenery was revealed.

Beneath that dazzlingly white and delicate fabric was a piece of black cloth adorned with exquisite lace patterns.

It covers and envelops the world's original beauty.

The stark contrast between black and white, high and low, even made Makoto Asano pause for a moment when he saw it.

But the next second, without warning, he lowered his head and hid in the softness.

Instantly, a very delicate and sweet fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

On the other side, feeling his hot breath spraying on her chest, Eriko Miyajima got goosebumps all over her body.

However, thanks to this, her mind, which had been gradually immersed in happiness, also cleared up a little.

Perhaps the strange feeling was too intense, because she subconsciously pushed Asano Makoto's head away from her chest and said, "Asano-kun... no, don't..."

Hearing her refusal, Makoto Asano was taken aback.

However, he quickly realized that Eriko Miyajima had not really rejected him; it was just an instinctive resistance and a result of her guilt for doing something wrong.

Then, he looked up and stared directly into Eriko Miyajima's eyes, saying with sincerity and emotion, "Eriko, I want it."

"Uh~~~Asano-kun——!"

Upon hearing his blunt words, Eriko Miyajima's face turned bright red, and she subconsciously called out Makoto Asano's name, seemingly preparing to refuse his request.

However, Makoto Asano just smiled slightly, but he wasn't worried much.

In his view, a pure and innocent girl like Eriko Miyajima is simply a treasure of the world.

She's the kind of girl who'll agree to whatever you ask for.

If you make excessive demands, she might hesitate at first, but if you act pitiful and beg her, she will feel embarrassed to refuse because of her vulnerability.

At the start of the battle, she can only be firmly controlled by you.

A few hours later, she would collapse from exhaustion, panting heavily.

By the time you finish smoking a cigarette next to her, her body might still be convulsing.

Even if she was subjected to something excessive, she would be too ashamed to speak out and would only lie awake at night, lost in thought.

This is equivalent to you having something on your hands.

At this point, all you need to do is threaten her, saying that if she doesn't obey you, you'll tell others about it, or even tell her boyfriend directly.

Then she will have no choice but to obey you and dare not resist.

Although at first you may feel a little awkward, disgusted, or even loathed by you, and say you will hate me for life.

But after doing it many times and becoming more skilled, she will gradually become more compliant.

Once a girl like this is completely won over, she usually goes all out.

She will start to actively learn how to cater to you and please you, which is a huge contrast to her usual pure and innocent image.

Sometimes, she will ask you for things on her own initiative, and she enjoys it.

To surprise you, she might even learn new tricks from books or videos, taking the lead in the process and catching you off guard into a blissful paradise, until you surrender completely.

When she starts to think back on it carefully afterward, she will feel an overwhelming sense of shame and can't help but cover her flushed face with her hands, then secretly peek at you through her fingers.

If at this moment you give her a loving smile, gently stroke her head while saying, "You were great last night."

Then she would immediately feel her heart melting, her bones almost crumbling, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of spring fever, wishing that this moment could last forever.

Of course, because Makoto Asano's plan to "win over Eriko Miyajima through legitimate means" had been progressing smoothly, he did not do any of the coercive or similar things mentioned above.

However, the principle is the same.

Because his affection level with Miyajima Eriko was raised so high, Makoto Asano stole her heart.

He barely had to say anything before Eriko Miyajima would quickly accept his requests.

The same applies this time.

Under his persistent pleading, Eriko Miyajima finally couldn't help but bite her lower lip, then nodded as if making a firm decision, shamefully agreeing to his unreasonable request.

And so, Makoto Asano began to descend, eventually returning to the embrace.

Eriko Miyajima closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and softly murmured.

(This chapter isn't particularly explicit, so why is it being censored just because of this level of explicitness? Shouldn't it be subject to revision first?)

Chapter 178 A Winding Path Leads to a Secluded Spot

Eriko Miyajima blushed, lowered her head, placed her hands on Makoto Asano's shoulders, and gazed at her beloved in her arms with dreamy eyes.

He seemed to sniff slightly, as if he had caught a whiff of something.

Eriko Miyajima, who noticed this action, felt extremely ashamed.

I just finished cleaning, so I must have sweated a lot and might even have a strange smell.

Although she didn't smell it herself, Eriko Miyajima was still very worried that Makoto Asano would notice the strange smell on her and leave a bad impression on her.

So she whispered, "Asano, kun—no, don't... um~ I'm sweaty, I haven't showered yet..."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Asano Makoto not only did not stop, but also deliberately sniffed twice.