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

Chapter 247 The Golden Waist-to-Hip Ratio (Bonus Chapter 1/63)

Konno Yuuka wanted to make it clear beforehand that she wasn't afraid of Asano Makoto.

only……

Although there was a minor hiccup along the way, and it was only a brief press.

But honestly, that feeling was really comfortable...

"Humph!"

Behind Konno Yuuka's back, which she couldn't see, Asano Makoto, sitting next to her, snorted loudly, sounding quite dissatisfied.

But in reality, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense expression on his face relaxed in an instant.

No problem, he has resolved the enormous crisis.

Honestly, he felt that this matter deserved its own separate mission.

Although he kept suppressing Konno Yuuka, making it almost impossible for her to say anything useful, he was under a lot of pressure, which deserves a reward.

But...

The reward has already been given, so there's no need to issue a separate reward.

Looking at Konno Yuuka's long, slender legs encased in gray stockings, who was lying obediently on the sofa, Asano Makoto subconsciously swallowed and couldn't help but think this.

Then, he leaned forward slightly and stretched out his hands.

As he said before, he knows what it means to proceed step by step, and in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he is still prepared to start with the shoulders.

The moment his hands touched Konno Yuuka's shoulders, before he even started to squeeze, Asano Makoto felt a slight tremor in her body.

He thought about it carefully, and then warned him, "Bear with it. You'll definitely feel very comfortable afterward, but you're not allowed to make any noises, especially not any lewd sounds. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if anything happens."

"..."

Konno Yuuka couldn't refute anything. In today's "verbal battle," she was firmly pinned down by Asano Makoto, and she didn't even seem so cheerful at the moment.

Moreover, putting all that aside, objectively speaking, she herself didn't want to make those embarrassing sounds again, so she never intended to refute them.

To stop herself from making those sounds again, she reached for a sofa cushion, placed it in front of her, hugged it tightly, and then lay down on the sofa.

However, after burying her head in the cushion, what puzzled her was:

Why does this cushion smell strange?

However, the question had only been raised for less than a second before she had no time to think about it further.

Because Makoto Asano has started to make his move.

"Gurgle...so...comfortable..."

Despite Asano Makoto's warning, Konno Yuuka covered her face with a pillow, but she still couldn't help but cry out the moment the massage started.

She really tried her best to control herself, but it had no effect.

I can't help it, it's just too comfortable.

Even though the pressure was on her shoulder, she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, as if a faint electric current was circulating through her.

In just that short time, she felt her limbs go weak, her whole body felt hot, and she even started sweating.

But she wasn't the only one sweating profusely.

Don't forget what Makoto Asano just said.

That wasn't just a lie fabricated to salvage the situation; it was also his true feeling.

No one could remain calm amidst Konno Yuuka's contrastingly provocative behavior.

The seductive moans made Xiao Acheng even more arrogant.

Okay, that might be a little hard to understand.

Let's just describe it in one sentence.

It's about to explode.

This is how Makoto Asano feels right now.

Konno Yuuka's voice is so beautiful.

Luckily, the pants I wore today were loose, otherwise I probably would have exploded and died...

As he thought this, Makoto Asano gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, bear with it. I can't work in peace if you keep acting like this."

After saying that, without waiting for Konno Yuuka's reaction, he began to work hard without saying a word.

The more he continued, the more surprised he became.

The effect of this massage glove seems a bit too good to be true.

He's only just started pressing on her back, but Konno Yuuka, who's been trying her best to keep quiet, hasn't stopped yet.

Looking at her inner thighs rubbing against each other and her restless body twisting slightly, Makoto Asano suddenly realized that this glove didn't seem to be for massage.

Come to think of it, the description of this glove seems to suggest that it can relieve stress for people receiving massages.

And it's said that many people relieve stress by...

Makoto Asano shook his head violently, quickly banishing these unreliable ideas from his mind.

I can't think about it any further, or the truth might make me laugh out loud.

After all, what kind of legitimate items can a system that only makes its host go to the capital for approval sell in its store?

Asano Makoto tried his best to ignore his own suspicions and continued to dutifully massage Konno Yuuka.

Interestingly, the lower his hands went, the more Konno Yuuka twisted her body and the more frequently her thighs rubbed together.

Finally, his hands slowly traced down Konno Yuuka's spine to her waist.

"Hmm~~~ Ah~ No... don't... Ugh—!"

Before Makoto Asano even started pressing the buttons, her body stiffened abruptly, and the volume reached a new peak.

At this point, Makoto Asano, who had been focusing on those long, perfect legs, finally noticed another treasure in Yuuka Konno.

The deeper he dug, the more treasures he discovered in Konno Yuuka.

From his long, perfect legs to his husky, melodious voice, and now, as he has recently discovered, his incredibly perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

Previously, Makoto Asano had not noticed this.

Because Konno Yuuka was wearing a loose wool midi skirt today, and she was standing the whole time, her hip shape was basically not visible, so it was indeed impossible to tell from the front at that time.

But once she lay down on the sofa, everything became clear.

Thanks to that tight white blouse, Makoto Asano observed Konno Yuuka's waistline so directly for the first time, and the woolen skirt that naturally pressed down when she lay down also almost perfectly reproduced the outline of her hips.

Then, Makoto Asano was stunned.

What he saw was a truly pure, natural, and unpolluted image, unedited, unlike the distorted images he often saw on his phone in his previous life, which had been drastically altered by optical image editing technology, making him feel like a deformed being who was no longer a normal human being.

Honestly, he was shocked.

For the first time, he truly understood what it meant to be "slim and delicate" and what it meant to be "sexy and full-figured."

0.7.

Or, it's just a little bit short to reach 0.7.

This is Konno Yuuka's waist-to-hip ratio, known as the golden waist-to-hip ratio.

Author's note: Extra chapters will resume!

However, after careful calculation, I found that including the previous missed single updates, I still owe 63 chapters.

Seeing this number, I was genuinely momentarily stunned.

It's a long and arduous journey, we'll have to pay it back slowly.

By the way, although I'm still far from paying off my debts, I'm still asking for a monthly vote.

Chapter 248 The Last Line of Defense (3k)

Makoto Asano has forgotten the exact source of the conclusion that the golden ratio of waist to hip is 0.7, but it seems to have come from a survey study conducted by a certain media outlet.

The study indicates that while men have very different aesthetic preferences regarding breast size, almost all men consider a waist-to-hip ratio of around 0.7 to be the most attractive in women.

Coincidentally, an evolutionary psychology professor at an American university also reached a similar conclusion: women with a waist-to-hip ratio of 0.67 to 0.8 are most attractive to men, and the waist-to-hip ratio is more important than weight.

In response, Makoto Asano would say, Professor, you are right.

At least for now, he was deeply attracted to Konno Yuuka.

He didn't actually know Konno Yuuka's waist-to-hip ratio, but the visual impact of her slender waist and full hips brought an unparalleled shock to his pure heart.

Fortunately, his composure is still pretty good. Although Xiao Acheng is very restless after his counterattack, he can still barely control himself.

Even if he can't control himself, he has to try his best to control himself, otherwise no matter how good his relationship with Konno Yuuka is, he will have to stay in jail for several years.

The time isn't right yet...

Makoto Asano sighed, then tried to calm himself down, his gentle hands moving around Konno Yuuka's waist, sometimes pressing with his palms, sometimes grinding with his fingers, or simply grabbing and kneading.

He didn't know how to massage before, but after putting on massage gloves, he did.

He knows where to press and how much pressure to apply in order to help the person receiving the massage relax as much as possible.

Even to him, a complete outsider, the technique seemed strange, not like a massage at all, but more like teasing, and enough to make any woman feel like Konno Yuuka at this moment, experiencing ecstasy under his touch.

From the middle of the process, Konno Yuuka had already pressed her entire face into the pillow, trying her best to remain silent.

However, she would occasionally let out some muffled groans, while her body would wriggle restlessly, her calves constantly lifting and lowering themselves.

But now, she really couldn't take it anymore.

"Puha~~~"

She first lifted her face from the pillow, took a few deep breaths, and then said in a trembling voice, "Asano-kun, gently, gently, it itches there..."

Her waist is her weakness.