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

Although the ways of styling their hair are different, the gentle and graceful temperament they exude is exactly the same.

As for pantyhose... they're just for decoration; it's nice to have them, but it doesn't really matter if you don't.

So, perhaps because he doesn't like wearing them, Makoto Asano has never seen Eriko Miyajima wear stockings other than flesh-colored ones. He only saw her wear flesh-colored stockings once, when they went out to see a movie together.

I'll let her wear it next time; I'll let it go this time. After all, just agreeing to wear this outfit probably took her a lot of effort...

Thinking this, Makoto Asano immediately praised without reservation, "Eriko, you are so beautiful."

"Um... thank you."

Eriko Miyajima immediately became embarrassed, and her already slightly flushed cheeks turned even redder.

Although neither of them could openly accept Makoto Asano's straightforward praise, when she was shy, Yuna Kanno would use a tsundere statement to cover up her shyness and try to take the initiative, while Eriko Miyajima could only passively accept it and couldn't help but blush.

However, while feeling shy, she also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Clearly, she had no idea how well she would look in the outfit.

Although she felt the clothes suited her well, Makoto Asano might not think so.

So after receiving his praise, Eriko Miyajima finally felt relieved.

Meanwhile, Makoto Asano was already getting impatient, and he almost blurted out, "Why are you wearing Yuna's clothes?"

It was only at this moment that he finally understood the feelings of a certain sage surnamed Hong and tasted the thrill of "stealing" someone.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself in the end. After taking two deep breaths to calm his thoughts of causing trouble, he put his hands on Eriko Miyajima's shoulders and prepared to lead her behind him.

Behind her was the bedroom, and the large bed that Asano Makoto had specially bought to make sleeping more comfortable—large enough to accommodate three people—was very convenient for doing anything.

Although he didn't have the key item "cursed ring" from the book, it didn't matter. Now, he didn't need any external aids to have anything happen between him and Eriko.

At that moment, Eriko Miyajima was still immersed in shyness and hadn't reacted yet. Her body was already very weak, so Makoto Asano gently laid her down on the bed.

It was only then that she noticed Makoto Asano's excited gaze.

Ah Cheng... really likes my outfit like this...

While feeling ashamed, Eriko Miyajima also felt somewhat pleased.

Although she really wanted to grant Makoto Asano's request, she couldn't do it yet; there were still some issues she hadn't figured out.

Eriko Miyajima immediately raised her arm to stop Makoto Asano from continuing, and said, "Wait, Makoto, wait a minute!"

"...Um, what's wrong?"

Although Makoto Asano stopped what he was doing the moment he heard Eriko Miyajima speak, he stared at her blankly for a long time before finally snapping out of his daze and asking a question in return.

Seeing his impatient, even gritted-teeth expression, Eriko Miyajima couldn't help but chuckle secretly, while also feeling a pang of sympathy.

So she didn't delay any longer and immediately asked, "Now, what kind of person is the character I'm playing?"

Upon hearing this question, Makoto Asano paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

Seeing his reaction, Eriko Miyajima was also somewhat puzzled.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally voiced her confusion: "Um, that... cosplay, doesn't it mean role-playing?"

hiss……

Makoto Asano couldn't help but gasp.

He really hadn't considered that question.

In his opinion, cosplay is about as long as you wear the clothes well and imitate the appearance reasonably well.

However, in Eriko Miyajima's eyes, it seems to be more than that.

However, at the same time, Makoto Asano also felt somewhat surprised.

He never expected Eriko Miyajima to be so cunning.

He originally thought that it would be enough to just get Eriko dressed, but to his surprise, she went straight to the point and started playing a role-playing game.

Of course, this is likely because she doesn't understand anything, which is why she misunderstood Asano Makoto's request.

However, this is not the case for Makoto Asano.

If he had to choose between simply playing a role outwardly and playing a role wholeheartedly, from the inside out, he would definitely choose the second.

Even without knowing what happens next, just thinking about it is exciting.

Despite his excitement, Makoto Asano was also feeling a slight headache.

Because he didn't know how to describe the Yuki-onna character to Eriko.

In the original work of that doujinshi, the Yuki-onna is a widow whose husband died two years ago, and the male protagonist is the apartment manager, or you could say the landlord.

Later, the male protagonist hypnotized the snow woman using an item called a "cursed ring" and ended up with her.

How is Makoto Asano supposed to explain this kind of plot?

So after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know how to start the conversation.

Eriko Miyajima, who was pinned down by him, saw that he did not respond for a long time and his eyes were wandering around, so she roughly guessed what was going on.

It must be some weird, and rather lewd character...

No wonder all the clothes in the closet look like that, even the seemingly ordinary ones. Maybe all the clothes in there are...

Hmm... How come I never noticed before that A-Cheng is such a bad guy?

Thinking this, Eriko Miyajima's face flushed red, and she subconsciously turned her head away from Makoto Asano, muttering under her breath, "Makoto, you pervert."

???

Several question marks immediately appeared above Makoto Asano's head, and he couldn't understand for a moment why Eriko Miyajima had suddenly cursed him.

Before he could even ask a question, Eriko Miyajima spoke up again: "Whatever! Do whatever you like! Anyway... anyway, you're just a pervert who thinks about these things all the time."

She seemed to have given up, simply lowering her raised arm and lying down on the bed "casually".

Seeing her reaction, Asano Seiya roughly guessed what was going on and subconsciously chuckled twice.

Although he was a little worried about this, since Eriko Miyajima said it was up to him, he naturally wouldn't do nothing.

So he resumed the action he hadn't been able to take before, and gently stroked Eriko Miyajima's waist.

Although he had some concerns in his heart, his actions at this moment were like those of a child who had never been exposed to these things before.

Even so, Eriko Miyajima's supple body couldn't help but begin to tremble slightly.

Seeing her physical reaction and realizing that she wasn't angry, Asano Makoto suddenly became incredibly bold and resumed his usual rhythm.

The right hand, which had initially been kneading the area around the waist through the clothes, began to slowly climb upwards.

As he moved, Eriko Miyajima's voice grew louder and louder, and she even began to unconsciously twist her body, as if she were yearning for something.

After lingering in her arms for a moment, Makoto Asano withdrew his hand, turned Eriko Miyajima's face to the side, looked into her eyes, and then lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Under Makoto Asano's guidance, she began to respond slowly and clumsily, and the two began to intertwine passionately.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Asano Makoto raised his head again and looked at Miyajima Eriko, who was panting heavily beneath him. Suddenly, a very interesting idea flashed into his mind.

His ability to do whatever comes to mind has always been one of his strengths.

After recalling for a moment, he climbed off Eriko Miyajima and then pulled her up as well, making her sit on the bed.

Then, under her bewildered gaze, wondering what the meaning of this behavior was, Asano Makoto sat on the bed and earnestly asked, "Eriko, may I... take a look at your breasts?"

"……Eh?"

Eriko Miyajima froze on the spot for a moment, unsure of how to react.

Chapter 220 Gag Me (3k)

At this moment, Eriko Miyajima's mind was completely blank; she couldn't understand why Makoto Asano would ask her such a question.

Before, when he did it, let alone ask her for her consent, even if she hadn't said anything, Asano Makoto would do everything he should and shouldn't have done on his own.

There was no other way. On the one hand, her knowledge in this area was almost zero at the beginning; she knew almost nothing and needed Makoto Asano to guide her.

On the other hand, it was because she was already deeply in love at that time and simply couldn't refuse any of Makoto Asano's requests.

After that, Makoto Asano always took the initiative to prepare everything, so Eriko Miyajima took it for granted.

Although she was very shy about Asano Makoto seeing, touching, and even kissing every corner of her body, she thought it was all perfectly normal and that there was no need to ask for her consent. She never expected Asano Makoto to ask for her opinion.

It was for this reason that she froze on the spot the moment Asano Makoto asked the question, unsure of how to react.

However, after Asano Makoto repeated "I said, Eriko, can I see your breasts?" as if he thought she hadn't heard him clearly, she still nodded subconsciously.

As mentioned earlier, no matter how shy she was, these were all perfectly normal things to her, and having already fallen in love, she couldn't refuse Asano Makoto's request.

Although she subconsciously agreed, after realizing that she had just nodded, she couldn't help but turn her head away and close her eyes, too ashamed to look.

I'll agree, but I'll still be shy.

At the same time, she knelt on the bed and leaned her upper body back slightly, supporting herself with her arms behind her on the bed surface, as if to make it easier for Asano Makoto to do what was to come.

However, to her surprise, after closing her eyes and waiting for a long time, she didn't feel anything.

When she cautiously opened her eyes with some surprise, she found that Makoto Asano was still sitting on the bed watching her, showing no intention of doing anything.

"...A-Cheng?"

Unable to understand what he was thinking, Eriko Miyajima called out instinctively.

At this point, he seemed to come to his senses, scratched his head, and then said with a slightly restrained expression, "I want you to 'show' me."

Hearing him emphasize the word "give" so deliberately, Eriko Miyajima was even more confused.

Didn't I agree to let him see it? Then what does "let him see it" mean?

It can't be me who does it...

……let me……?

let me!?

As a certain possibility came to mind, Rieko Miyajima's cheeks, which were only slightly flushed, turned bright red in an instant.