"Hoo... hoo..."
Obata Natsumi's breathing was rapid, restless from being teased. Even Mu Xiaoxiao, hugging her from behind, could clearly hear her thumping heartbeat. It was obvious this lady was very nervous.
In a daze, her clothes slowly slid down. Her plump, graceful figure was nakedly exposed before Mu Xiaoxiao — as delicate as a beauty walking out of a painting, her every move seductive.
The bright red strawberries jumped and bounced, and moisture dripped from below. It seemed the beautiful wife had endured greatly, but the coolness on her skin still kept her sober. When she looked down and saw her most private parts leaking, two red clouds rose on her face.
"Mu — Mu-kun..."
She grabbed the mischievous hand wandering over her body and whispered softly.
"What's wrong?" Mu Xiaoxiao didn't move the hand she held, nor did he pull away. He continued breathing into the beautiful wife's ear, leaving kiss marks on her slender, fair neck. The finger marks on her skin told the story of the fierce battle between the young woman and the boy.
The heart-shaped pink silver pattern emitted a faint light, adding a touch of charm to the wife.
She was like a succubus straight out of a doujinshi.
"Why don't we go back to the bedroom? I always feel like..."
"It's fine here. No one will bother us anyway." Mu Xiaoxiao carefully played with Mrs. Natsumi's plump breasts, holding them in his palms and squeezing them together, watching the ripples and deep ravines, catching a hint of milky fragrance.
"Besides, Natsumi's husband is on a business trip. He won't be back anytime soon, right?"
Hearing him mention her husband, Obata Natsumi's body trembled. Her breasts and buttocks rippled. Her pupils suddenly contracted, thinking of the Obata family beyond herself and her daughter... The sense of guilt continued spreading through her body.
But there was also an inexplicable thrill. Especially when thinking of her husband's inadequacy, she found herself not rejecting Mu-kun's touch and caresses even more. That was what made Mrs. Natsumi feel most guilty.
But... at least Yui hadn't joined in. The guilt wasn't so deep. Even if she had served him with her daughter before, even if she might not escape it in the future — at least now she could breathe a sigh of relief.
"And Mrs. Natsumi, you promised to make me feel comfortable."
Obata Natsumi swayed, her legs weak. She quickly braced herself against the back of the sofa, leaning forward, and slightly turned her head to look at the boy behind her. Listening to his words, he sounded like a child begging for candy.
"Well, I know... I'll make Mu-kun very comfortable. I won't break my promise." Mrs. Natsumi pursed her bright red lips, took a deep breath, and twisted her delicate body, facing Mu Xiaoxiao with her full figure. Her thighs, her smooth, sexy belly... and more — her mature elegance was revealed before him.
On one hand, she was ashamed and nervous; on the other, full of pleasure. Mrs. Natsumi looked at this smiling boy with moist eyes — this boy who dominated her, this man who made her sink deeper and deeper.
She slowly knelt down, her small hands groping around his waist. She untied his belt and took off his pants little by little. When the restraints were undone, the hideous monster jumped out before the woman and slapped against her cheek.
She had seen it many times, but it still frightened her.
She cautiously glanced at Mu Xiaoxiao, who stood motionless as if waiting for her to move. The beautiful wife understood immediately. Carefully, she reached out to touch it, caressed it a few times, then extended her tongue from the base... She began licking lightly, then gradually moved upward.
Her small pink mouth panted slightly. She licked and sucked for a while, then reached out to lift her breasts, clamping it between them. She pressed her hands on either side of her breasts, squeezing them together, rubbing up and down simultaneously.
She opened her small mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting saliva slide down to the head of his penis. Once it was wet, she sucked it in and began swallowing and sucking.
The sequence of moves was extremely skillful. Such delicate, perfect, all-around service was truly a wonderful experience. For Obata Natsumi, even though the hypnotic effect had disappeared, these actions had already been engraved into her DNA.
The young woman who realized this felt extremely conflicted.
However, she found that her body also yearned for Mu-kun — for his affection... The floor beneath her plump thighs grew wetter little by little as liquid flowed out.
"Gulp... slurp, mm... Mu-kun." The wife brushed strands of hair behind her ear, and while hesitating, carefully lifted her eyelids to look at him. Her movements were quite lewd as she mumbled vaguely, "Is this okay?"
"It's very comfortable, Natsumi."
"...Hurry up and squirt. In my mouth. Biubiu—"
'Natsumi, what are you saying? You're so shameless. You're just a slutty woman.'
Mu Xiaoxiao wasn't just comforting her — he truly felt very comfortable. The wife's skills were excellent. Among his women, only Mrs. Mira could compare. Even Chisato and the others, who had developed early, weren't as skilled as this wife.
Skillful, delicate, outstanding technique.
'Is this what a mature woman is like?'
Mu Xiaoxiao's face remained calm, but he grunted. He held the young woman's head with both hands and thrust deep into her warm, tight throat. His body trembled as he released fiercely.
"Woo... ahem."
Covering her mouth, Obata Natsumi coughed a few times, swallowing all the essence. When she finally recovered and saw the penis still standing upright before her with no sign of softening, her heart twitched.
...It was simply a monster.
She knew Mu-kun's abilities and knew she couldn't satisfy him with just one round, but she still couldn't help being frightened. 'This is too... energetic. Is this a young man's stamina, or is it simply because he's an incubus?'
'Oh no, my body is...' Obata Natsumi desperately tried to endure the desire in her delicate body, but fluids kept secreting and oozing out.
"It's very comfortable, Natsumi." Mu Xiaoxiao let out a long breath and reached out to stroke the beautiful woman's long hair as she knelt before him — just like stroking his own pet puppy, or rather, his beauty.
But his smile was very gentle. He bent down and hugged her softly. "Hey, now I can't live without you more and more. Natsumi is too much — making me this addicted."
"..."
Obata Natsumi bit her soft cherry lips and clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to tell herself these were just his sweet words, but... why was she still so happy inside?
'Natsumi, you're not a little girl anymore. Why are you so easily fooled?'
"Natsumi, you made me feel comfortable just now. Now it's my turn to make you feel comfortable." Mu Xiaoxiao pinched her soft, elastic face lovingly. "Be good. Spread your legs."
Obata Natsumi seemed completely tamed. No matter how much her heart protested, her body uncontrollably spread her legs, opening her most secret, beautiful garden, silently welcoming Mu-kun's entry.
Even the protests in her heart melted and disappeared little by little.
The moment he entered her depths unobstructed, Obata Natsumi moaned in satisfaction. The woman closed her eyes. She finally knew she could no longer escape Mu-kun.
Even if he let her go, even if he didn't want her... she couldn't forget him.
Her body and mind had completely transformed into Mu-kun's shape.
On the second floor, Yui hadn't returned to her room. She sat on the ground with her back against the wall, covering her mouth with one hand and slipping the other inside her pants. Her body shook.
Downstairs in the living room, she was watching a small storm create chaos. Natsumi knew how strong he was, but he sprinted through her body forcefully yet tenderly, making her heart slowly sink.
Ring——
When Obata Natsumi saw her cell phone screen — a call from her husband — the married woman was slightly startled. Then, with a complicated expression, she quickly closed her eyes and hung up.
"Mr. Obata?" Mu Xiaoxiao noticed and leaned closer, lowering his voice.
"Mm..."
"Natsumi, you're mine."
He said it so domineeringly.
The pretty young woman shot Mu Xiaoxiao a resentful glance, then wrapped her limbs around his back and hugged the boy tightly. Countless words turned into a long sigh. She spoke softly, "Yes, Xiaoxiao... I'm yours..."