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

It was obvious that even with his face covered and no longer speaking, Makoto Asano showed no sign of stopping.

In other words, although he did indeed become more honest in a certain sense and stopped making flirtatious remarks, he was not so honest in another sense.

Eriko Miyajima quickly realized that Makoto Asano was up to something, and startled, she abruptly let go of his hands.

however……

Even though she had let go of his hand and Asano Makoto was now able to move around freely, he showed no intention of stopping or leaving.

Although Eriko Miyajima subconsciously covered her mouth with her left hand, not wanting to make a sound, she also used her right hand to gently push Makoto Asano's head away.

However, the difference in strength between the two was too great. Not only did he not retreat at all, but he also pushed his head forward as if he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Eriko Miyajima was already weak, and after he started moving, she felt even more powerless.

He then forcefully pushed her forward with his head, causing Eriko Miyajima to flip onto the bed, and he took the opportunity to lean on her and press down on her.

This was perhaps the most peculiar experience Eriko Miyajima had ever had.

Although Makoto Asano always made sure to do everything carefully before each session to give her the best possible experience.

But at that time, she could only lie there passively and do nothing, letting Asano Makoto tease her.

Although she was also shy, since it was something she had no choice and couldn't refuse, all she had to do at that time was bury her head in the pillow, close her eyes, and wait for Asano Makoto to prepare everything.

So this was the first time she had such a wonderful "interaction" with Makoto Asano.

Therefore, her body remained in a very tense state throughout the entire process.

Her heightened tension made her already keen senses even more acute, allowing her to detect even the slightest movements of Makoto Asano.

So before long, she was lost in the moment and started making sounds.

Several dozen seconds later, Asano Makoto finally raised his head.

Looking at Eriko Miyajima, who was still panting heavily and had her arm covering her eyes out of embarrassment, he gave a smug smile and asked in a teasing tone, "How is it, Eriko, is it comfortable?"

Eriko Miyajima immediately said in a weak, broken voice, "I told you, don't...don't ask such questions! You idiot!"

Makoto Asano simply smiled and said nothing.

However, this does not mean that he will do nothing next.

Having made up his mind to embarrass Eriko Miyajima today, he couldn't just sit idly by.

Then, Eriko Miyajima suddenly realized that something was wrong.

She felt it.

That scorching gaze, which seemed capable of burning one, appeared to be slowly moving downwards...

Along with her gaze came a pair of large hands placed on her skirt.

Visibly, her body stiffened slightly, but she did not stop Asano Makoto from making any further moves.

Because this is a perfectly normal thing, at least Makoto Asano didn't make her do these things herself, did he?

Of course, I'll still be shy.

However, compared to the previous act of making her lift up her shirt herself, Asano Makoto's act of slowly pulling her skirt up now doesn't seem so unacceptable.

However, just as Eriko Miyajima subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the rhythm would return to normal, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

That scorching breath had actually...

Eriko Miyajima instantly realized something.

However, before she could sit up to stop Makoto Asano, she felt his hot breath again.

"Ah, Cheng! Cheng! No...no—Waaaaah!"

Even though it was Makoto Asano's first time doing this, the unprecedented and strange feeling still made Eriko Miyajima unable to help but make a sound.

Hearing her voice was like receiving encouragement, and Asano Makoto immediately became more and more energetic.

As he moved, Eriko Miyajima's body began to twist as well.

But it's hard to say whether she did this to stop Makoto Asano from taking further action, or because she didn't want him to leave.

Because doing so makes no sense; it's the same as before, he can still move.

He even hugged Eriko Miyajima back, as if afraid she would run away.

Once everything was ready, Makoto Asano began his performance.

Through his tireless efforts, Eriko Miyajima's body lost its strength again and had to loosen its grip, thus freeing his head once more.

Even after he had rendered Eriko Miyajima unable to move, he still did not stop.

Like a child who never gets enough of a new toy, Eriko Miyajima was so engrossed in her happiness that she couldn't stop him, but he only became more and more demanding.

"Acheng...no, I want to—goo~wuwuwu~~~~!"

Then, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima to escape the afterglow of pleasure, and ignoring her right hand pressing on his head as she tried to push him away, and her pleading with a hint of tears in her voice, Makoto Asano plucked the strings once more.

Eriko Miyajima is going crazy.

Asano Makoto's actions, which were completely outside her knowledge, not only made her heart feel so ashamed it was about to explode, but also gave her a pleasure she had never experienced before.

"It's not dirty at all, how could Eriko be dirty?"

Upon hearing Eriko Miyajima's words, Makoto Asano immediately retorted in a serious tone.

Then, as if to prove that what he said was true, Makoto Asano once again stirred Eriko Miyajima's heartstrings after saying that.

After a while, he put on a thoughtful expression and said in a serious tone, "Hmm...it's delicious."

This wasn't just nonsense he said to comfort Eriko Miyajima.

Indeed, this was the first time he had done this.

Surprisingly, he didn't taste anything strange; instead, he detected a hint of sweetness.

Although he had anticipated this situation, it did make him feel more relaxed.

After all, he did this initially only to lower Eriko Miyajima's threshold for shame and unlock her new positions, preparing her to help him in the same way in the future.

Ever since she touched him briefly last time, Makoto Asano could never forget that feeling, and he eagerly awaited the day when she would submit to him.

The purpose of today is to break down her psychological defenses by any means possible. This will also make things easier for me, so why not?

Thinking this, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima, who was already at a loss for words, Makoto Asano lowered his head once again and began to work diligently.

(I've already rectified this, please let it go. If you don't want it, that's fine too, but please, reviewer, take a close look. There's no description below the neck in the entire piece. If there is, please mark it so I can revise it, and it'll make your job easier.)

Author's note: 220 is gone. I really didn't expect the review process to not be on holiday during the Mid-Autumn Festival...

I've revised and resubmitted it; it should be available tomorrow.

There will be two more updates, to be posted before tomorrow morning.

Chapter 222 Yuta is back?

In a sense, the pencil skirt is indeed one of the most convenient inventions in the world.

When worn, it can perfectly accentuate the lines of the lower body and enhance one's charm.

Moreover, bodycon skirts are very easy to take off, and in crucial moments you don't even need to take them off; you can simply pull them up, making it very convenient for whatever you do afterward.

Looking at Eriko Miyajima beneath him, her hands covering her face, her cheeks flushed, and her body twitching occasionally, Makoto Asano couldn't help but marvel at the greatness of human technological progress.

Then he took off his pants.

There's no way around it; even now, he's still the one providing the service.

Not to mention, listening to the seductive sounds that Eriko Miyajima made with his movements, his penis was about to explode, and it even hurt a little from being stretched by his pants.

He has already done a great deal of effort to endure until now.

So, it's okay to indulge yourself a little and satisfy yourself a bit, right?

Thinking this, he leaned in again and pressed down on Eriko Miyajima.

Although he had previously pinned Eriko Miyajima down, his head had been against her inner thighs; now, they were face to face.

At this moment, Eriko Miyajima was still immersed in happiness and did not react for a moment.

It wasn't until Asano Makoto pressed down on her, causing their lower bodies to collide, that she finally realized what was happening.

At this moment, both of them were practically naked down below, and she could fully feel Asano Makoto's desire.

And she, who was also yearning for something, couldn't help but let out a deep, lustful sound, aroused by the scalding heat.

Before proceeding to the next step, Makoto Asano, sticking to his previous plan, asked in a low voice, "...Eriko, is that alright?"

Eriko Miyajima didn't say anything, but after hearing these words, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Makoto Asano paused for a moment, thinking that Eriko Miyajima was going to push him away.

But then he smiled again.

Because Eriko Miyajima seemed to be refusing, but her rounded legs that were already wrapped around his waist, and her arms that stretched back a little further to hug his neck, were clearly reminding him: Don't ask this kind of question anymore, I don't want to wait any longer, hurry up.

Clearly, despite being thoroughly embarrassed by Makoto Asano's earlier antics, her tolerance for her lover still prevented her from refusing his request.

After understanding her hint, Makoto Asano did not hesitate to step forward and crash into her, instantly raising the atmosphere in the room to a new level.

Indeed, he could choose not to do that now, but instead keep the yearning Miyajima Eriko hanging until she says "*me" or something similar, and then give her what she wants.

However, this is on the premise that Makoto Asano is in a state of ease and control.

But unfortunately, he didn't.

After such a long period of service and such a long period of patience, he could no longer suppress his restless heart.

To be honest, he was even surprised that he had managed to remain rational and not launch a war directly, but instead asked a question before it began.

But that's the limit.

After the battle began, Makoto Asano gradually lost control of his rationality and, together with Eriko Miyajima, indulged in the abyss of pleasure.

Although the two had been quite affectionate these past few days, and it could be said that apart from doing business, they had been inseparable.

But at this moment, because of Asano Makoto's deliberate teasing, or rather because of his skillful "forehand and backhand," the two of them were entwined together intensely, as if they had not seen each other for a long time.

Furthermore, at his request, Eriko Miyajima's clothes were not removed at all; they were merely lifted up and pushed aside. He himself, in his haste, only pulled his pants down halfway.