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

Unfortunately, these things were still too much for her conservative nature, so even though she had a high level of affection for Makoto Asano, she couldn't accept them.

At least not yet.

After tidying herself up, Eriko Miyajima, looking both ashamed and indignant, went to Makoto Asano's side again, pushed him, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and secretly watching her, onto the bed, and began to "punish" him.

"Asano-kun! You idiot! Didn't you say you were going to tell me beforehand?!"

An apology won't help! You did it on purpose!

"What? You forgot because it was so comfortable? Waaah~~~~ Even so, this is unacceptable!!!"

At this moment, Eriko Miyajima's face was as red as if she had been burned. Overwhelmed with shame, she kept gently pounding Makoto Asano's chest with her hands while muttering under her breath.

However, because she was not very strong, her hits didn't hurt much; to Asano Makoto, whose body was already well-trained, it was like a tickle.

Even when she speaks, although she tries very hard to appear angry, her voice is naturally soft and gentle, so people can't tell that she's angry at all; instead, it sounds more like she's being coquettish.

Honestly, in Makoto Asano's opinion, if she really wanted to express that she was angry, she would have been better off just putting on a cold front.

Having experienced it once, Makoto Asano knew that her appearance was incredibly devastating.

In short, the two joked and played around on the bed for a while, and then things started to go wrong again.

Makoto Asano was a hot-blooded young man, and Eriko Miyajima was dressed rather simply at the time. With their constant playful fighting, it was inevitable that their bodies would have some friction.

So Asano Makoto stood at attention.

Because she was lying on top of him and pounding on his chest, Eriko Miyajima quickly felt the heat.

Realizing what had happened, her face, which had been slightly flushed from playing, turned red instantly, and she instinctively tried to get up and leave Asano Makoto.

But at that moment, Makoto Asano suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, making her unable to move.

Eriko Miyajima's body trembled slightly, but she quickly recovered and asked, "Asano-kun, do you need my... help?"

However, this time, Makoto Asano did not nod.

He stared intently into Eriko Miyajima's eyes, his gaze burning with desire.

Although he didn't say anything, he had already expressed what he wanted to say.

Eriko Miyajima's eyes trembled slightly, then she lowered her eyelids and her face turned bright red.

Although she didn't say anything, she had already expressed what she wanted to say.

So, Makoto Asano didn't wait any longer, he rolled over and pinned Eriko Miyajima beneath him, then lowered his head and kissed her.

What happened next was stolen by the reviewer, so I won't show it to you.

……

Makoto Asano made one last, forceful movement.

As if time had been frozen, Eriko Miyajima suddenly froze without warning.

But the next moment, her face, still flushed with happiness, suddenly began to tremble, and the meaningless shouts emanating from her throat grew even louder.

Feeling her heat, Makoto Asano let out a muffled groan. He could no longer restrain himself and reached his peak with Eriko Miyajima.

Both of them were covered in sweat and hugged each other tightly.

After a long while, Eriko Miyajima, who was panting heavily, gradually stopped, and Makoto Asano gradually raised his upper body.

However, it was clear that she was still immersed in happiness and hadn't come to her senses yet.

“Cheng-jun… A-Cheng…”

She softly murmured Asano Makoto's name, her eyes filled with love and infatuation as she looked at him.

"Um……"

Makoto Asano responded softly, then lowered his head and began to caress her cheek with his lips.

Eriko Miyajima had her eyes half-closed, her face still flushed with the afterglow of happiness, as she allowed him to be affectionate.

The two cuddled and kissed for a long time.

Makoto Asano raised his head, pulled away from Eriko Miyajima's lips, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Eriko Miyajima slowly opened her eyes, and remembering the absurd things that had just happened, she couldn't help but blush again.

"Acheng, I—"

She softly called Asano Makoto's name, as if she wanted to say something.

However, she stopped abruptly after only starting to speak.

As if by telepathy, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the door.

Just then, Asano Makoto suddenly realized something was wrong and couldn't help but gasp.

For some reason, after Miyajima Eriko turned her head, she suddenly started to tighten her muscles.

In other words, she saw something outside, or rather... she saw someone.

So who is standing outside the door right now?

Who else could it be?

With this in mind, Asano Makoto slowly turned his head to look at the door.

As he had predicted, things went exactly as he had expected.

Through the slightly ajar door of Eriko Miyajima's room, which wasn't fully closed when she returned after washing her face, a golden hue could be seen quietly standing outside.

Chapter 184 Turning the Tables and Becoming the Master

At 8:10 a.m. on Sunday, Yuna Kanno arrived at Makoto Asano's house as promised.

Just as she raised her hand to the door, preparing to knock and call Asano Makoto out, the door slowly opened a crack by itself, without actually closing.

She paused for a moment, but as she was about to knock on the door again, she suddenly saw what was happening inside the room through the crack in the door.

Looking at the few pieces of clothing scattered haphazardly around the living room sofa, a terrifying and unbelievable thought flashed through her mind.

Could it be that my master is currently with some other woman...?

No...impossible, how could he do that?

Didn't he say that I could like him and make him happy?

Doesn't that mean he likes me too?

So how could he...?

For some reason, unable to believe what was happening, Yuna Kanno pushed open the door, forgetting to take off her shoes, and subconsciously tiptoed inside.

However, when she walked to the sofa and saw the conspicuous dress and women's top lying on the floor, and heard the low moaning coming from the bedroom not far away, she confirmed her guess.

Because she herself had made those pleasurable moans many times.

As for the constant applause, needless to say, that's a sound only made when a man is engrossed in his work.

Thus, Yuna Kanno's last remaining hope that "she had misunderstood" was completely shattered.

He really did find another woman...

But why?

Yuna Kanno's first reaction was confusion.

She didn't understand why Asano Makoto would go looking for other women when he already had her.

Isn't it enough that I'm alone? Can't I satisfy him?

Or is it that I haven't done something right? Or is it because I've been too willful, making him disappointed in me and ready to abandon me?

Despite constantly saying that Makoto Asano has designs on other women, perhaps because Yuna Kanno has completely submitted to him, even if such a thing actually happened, she didn't immediately suspect Makoto Asano. Instead, she subconsciously began to list her own faults.

As she pondered these things, she continued walking towards the bedroom.

Because the door wasn't closed properly, after she subconsciously and cautiously walked to the doorway, she could roughly see the situation inside the room through the narrow crack in the door.

Only after she clearly saw who the woman was, pinned down by her master, with her eyes closed and a satisfied expression on her face, did she finally understand that this was indeed Asano Makoto's problem.

The master had probably long harbored designs on the lady next door...

Thinking of this, a surge of intense anger immediately welled up in Yuna Kanno's heart.

She even put her hand on the doorknob, trying to push the door open and interrupt the two of them.

But just then, she suddenly realized something else.

That is, I don't seem to have a suitable identity to do this.

Indeed, I had a soul-searching conversation with my master.

But...so what?

In Japan, this is a very common thing.

Even if people just pass by and hit it off, after chatting for a bit, they can walk into a love hotel together, laughing and talking.

So, besides having a sexual relationship, do I have any other relationship with my master?

Am I his girlfriend or wife or something?

neither.

Did he ever explicitly say that he liked himself?

Or did he confess his feelings to himself?

nor.

So, even if he goes to other women and has some kind of relationship with them, what does it have to do with me?

Ultimately, just like how she subconsciously called this bastard "master," she was nothing more than his... his Xingnuli.

Realizing this, Yuna Kanno immediately deflated, and the anger in her heart vanished completely.