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

He didn't look up, but continued to bury his face in the soft fabric, muttering, "No, Eriko smells very nice."

"Asano-kun~~~"

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; his words only made Eriko Miyajima feel even more ashamed.

Even though Asano Makoto's vision was completely obscured, she still couldn't help but cover her flushed face with her hands.

Because of the strange sensations that kept coming from her body, her head began to feel dizzy again, and she couldn't help but let out low moans. She could no longer stop Asano Makoto's reckless behavior.

Soon after, seeing that the time was right, Makoto Asano raised his head and left Eriko Miyajima's imposing figure.

With a smile in his eyes, he stared intently into Eriko Miyajima's eyes and said with a smile, "Eriko, raise your arm."

He had previously hugged her by pulling down her collar, but the collar was only so big, and this awkward, unfulfilling feeling was really frustrating.

Moreover, the clothes were indeed getting in the way of what we were about to do.

"Woo~~~"

Upon hearing this, Eriko Miyajima immediately realized what Makoto Asano was planning to do.

But even knowing that, she couldn't refuse.

Or rather, she couldn't refuse any of Makoto Asano's requests.

So, filled with shame and confusion, she closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and then raised her arms.

Seeing her like this, Makoto Asano smiled gently. He first took off the hair tie she used to tie her hair, then grabbed the hem of her clothes and slowly pulled it up, taking off the black chiffon blouse.

Thus, her flawless body was exposed to Makoto Asano.

He was stunned.

Her fair and delicate skin, clear and exquisite collarbones, slender waist that could be encircled by a single hand, and flat stomach without an ounce of excess fat all speak to the beauty that belongs only to Eriko Miyajima.

"Eriko, you are so beautiful..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but hug Eriko Miyajima, and then gently pushed her down onto the sofa.

All I can say is that Makoto Asano knows how to enjoy life.

After receiving the money, he replaced all the furniture in his home with the most premium items.

So his sofa is not only very big, but also very soft, probably comparable to a bed.

After being pushed down, Eriko Miyajima's long flaxen hair was spread out on the white leather sofa.

She gritted her teeth and turned her head away, her hazy eyes darting away from meeting Asano Makoto's burning gaze.

Makoto Asano gently straightened her head, then lowered his head to gaze deeply into her eyes as their lips met.

This time, Makoto Asano didn't actively guide the conversation; he simply kept gently rubbing his lips against Eriko Miyajima's lips.

This feeling of being neither close nor distant is extremely uncomfortable, but it is also the best way to stir one's heartstrings.

Finally, Eriko Miyajima could no longer resist. Overwhelmed by desire, she wrapped her arms around Makoto Asano's neck and pulled his head down, her moist lips beginning to actively demand more.

Eriko Miyajima's kiss was bold, but quite awkward; she even bit Makoto Asano's lips several times.

So he began to move gently, preparing to guide Eriko Miyajima in the right direction.

But perhaps because this was her first time taking the initiative, Eriko Miyajima seemed to want to maintain control.

She did not follow Makoto Asano's guidance, but instead continued to explore and experiment on her own.

Sensing her movement, Asano Makoto couldn't help but pause for a moment.

However, after a brief moment of thought, he stopped and let the other party do as they pleased.

He has always been very tolerant of Eriko Miyajima, who is willing to take the initiative to try new things.

However, after being bitten on the tongue for the fourth time, he finally couldn't tolerate it anymore and began to take the initiative.

Eriko Miyajima, however, still did not want to give up the initiative.

The two then began a heated argument, which immediately caused a great commotion in the living room.

Despite Eriko Miyajima's best efforts to win, the difference in experience between the two was simply too great.

After only two or three exchanges, she was completely defeated and could only let Asano Makoto run wild, while she could only cooperate by making humming noises.

After achieving victory, Makoto Asano did not flaunt his triumph. Instead, he raised his head and slowly moved his mouth downwards.

So, the experience that had happened once before began again.

This time, however, the area was much larger. From her neck to her navel, Eriko Miyajima's entire body was touched by Makoto Asano's lips.

As his lips moved, Eriko Miyajima would emit different levels of seductive panting.

The more sensitive the area, the louder her voice became.

After some exploration, Makoto Asano discovered that her most sensitive areas were her neck, breasts, navel, and both sides of her waist.

In this process of savoring, apart from the final bottom line, Eriko Miyajima had already been stripped bare by Makoto Asano, like a lamb to the slaughter.

He also tossed aside the black cloth piece adorned with delicate lace patterns.

He then lowered his head and began to shower Eriko Miyajima's belly with tenderness.

At the same time, his hands gradually expanded the territory he was exploring.

Suddenly, Eriko Miyajima's moans grew louder, and her hands began to frantically scratch at his body.

After exploring and playing with her for a while, Masashi Asano finally raised his head and looked at Eriko Miyajima, whose body had become limp as a puddle of mud.

At the same time, he was also liberated.

Sensing his enthusiasm, Eriko Miyajima's mind cleared up somewhat.

She gently cradled Asano Makoto's head, straining to bring her lips to his ear, and pleaded through gritted teeth, "No..."

However, she was not refusing.

After a brief pause, she gazed at her lover with dreamy eyes and murmured softly.

"Asano...kun, please don't stay here—let's go to the room."

Author's note: This is the third update, making up for the chapter I owed yesterday.

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Chapter 180 Taboo

Makoto Asano held Eriko Miyajima tightly, holding his breath to calm himself and trying his best to endure it.

After a long while, Eriko Miyajima finally stopped trembling and stopped making those meaningless cries. Instead, she began to breathe heavily.

On the other side, Makoto Asano was able to relax and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked up at Eriko Miyajima's face, which was flushed with joy and lingering pleasure from the intense exercise, and felt a surge of satisfaction.

At this moment, in order to recover her strength as quickly as possible, Eriko Miyajima was still panting heavily with her mouth open.

In fact, if it were this time last night, she would probably have already fallen asleep due to exhaustion.

But things are different today.

After drinking the stamina potion, her physical strength was in excellent condition, and she was no longer the innocent girl who had just experienced sex last night.

In other words, even though fighting alongside Makoto Asano is extremely physically demanding, she can still persevere.

To be more specific...

That means it went from once to twice.

Well... there are still some small fry among them.

Compared to the hapless and unremarkable Yuna Kanno, Eriko Miyajima is indeed much weaker in terms of physical ability.

If a pet gets "serious," it can even fight Makoto Asano all night long.

Looking at Eriko Miyajima beneath him, who was still twitching occasionally, Makoto Asano considered it briefly and decided to abandon his previous idea of ​​continuing until Yuna Kanno came over the next morning.

After all, Eriko Miyajima definitely wouldn't be able to hold on, and he himself probably wouldn't be able to either.

Although you could keep using stamina potions to get by, it's unnecessary.

Doing so would not only risk having one's secrets discovered, but would also not make one happier than one is now.

No matter how wonderful something is, moderation is key.

Makoto Asano knew very well what it meant to go too far or to overdo it.

So whatever plans we have next, whatever tasks we're going to complete, let's wait until Yuna Kanno arrives tomorrow morning before discussing them.

As for now...

This hasn't reached the point of being excessive yet.

Eriko Miyajima's joyful expression, still basking in the afterglow, was genuine.

If that's the case, why not continue?

Thinking of this, Makoto Asano couldn't help but smile.

He leaned down and kissed Eriko Miyajima's lips, who was still panting heavily. Then he moved his head to her ear and whispered, "Eriko, get up for a moment, let's change positions."

As he spoke, Makoto Asano took a step back.

At that moment, Eriko Miyajima was in a daze, so after hearing Makoto Asano's words, she didn't think much about them and didn't understand what they meant.

And because of Makoto Asano's departure, she lost his embrace, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost. At the same time, the sense of security and satisfaction she had felt vanished instantly.

Therefore, she had no extra energy to pay attention to these "trivial matters" and instead chose to obediently listen to Asano Makoto's words. After resting for a while, she sat up with some difficulty.

Seeing this, Makoto Asano's smile widened, and he began to guide her movements again: "Very good, Eriko, like this, then turn over and lie face down on the bed."

Eriko Miyajima did the same again, and even after she lay down on the bed with her hands on the surface, her confused mind still couldn't figure out Asano Makoto's purpose in doing so.

"Asano-kun, why..."

However, just as she was about to ask Asano Makoto a question, she suddenly felt something strange behind her.