"Haruka, can you entrust yourself to me with peace of mind?"
A murmur of a voice whispered in his ear, the narrow confines of the car forcing their bodies even closer together. Harada Yukie was sitting atop Haruka Yuzan, her head bowed, softly speaking into Haruka Yuzan's ear,
"Haruka, do you know how long I've waited for this day?"
Haruka Yuzan now could only feel that being held in madam's embrace made even breathing difficult. Her fragrant softness, the zero-distance proximity, the suggestive atmosphere, and Harada Yukie's subtle movements—each element teased at his nerves,
"Yuki, Sister Yukixi, you need to calm down!"
"Hmph!" Harada Yukie gave a light nuzzle against Haruka Yuzan's ear before scoffing lightly, "Haruka, don't tell me you're still a pure and innocent young man..."
"Pure, pure and innocent young man?"
Haruka Yuzan was startled,
Although he wanted to argue and prove his worth, the last vestiges of his rationale told him that to enhance the experience further, he should remain silent.
Moreover, he could now feel an unstoppable burning sensation spreading throughout his body...
"If you're not a pure and innocent young man, why are you so nervous?"
While speaking, Harada Yukie sat up straight and bowed her head to look at the boy beneath her, her bright red lips, well-done makeup, and the brown curls haphazardly spilling over her shoulders. Those slightly foxy eyes were filled with tenderness at this moment, Get full chapters from noveⅼfire.net
"But, sister will teach you... as long as you are obedient..."
Her manicured finger lightly traced across Haruka Yuzan's cheek, almost leaving him no chance to respond before she leaned down and kissed him.
The arrival of summer had raised the temperature inside the car significantly.
Beads of sweat the size of mung beans trailed slowly down the madam's pale neck.
The little camisole had become damp, as though it were clinging to the madam's body.
Harada Yukie's kiss was enchanting, and Haruka Yuzan strove to play the part of the "pure and innocent young man" to the hilt.
The beautiful madam appeared even more captivating at that moment. She ran her fingers through the strands of hair that fell by her ear and looked at the young man in front of her, whispering,
"Haruka, are you curious? Do you want to have a look?"
Saying so, Harada Yukie straightened herself, presenting the assets that matched Reiko Onodera's to Haruka Yuzan.
Surrounded by a faint fragrance, Haruka Yuzan admitted that the feeling of being schooled by a mature beauty was simply fantastic.
Even as an old hand in the love game, he now inexplicably tensed up in the face of the passionate and proactive Harada Yukie.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze fixated on the beautiful sight before him, his hands trembling slightly with excitement,
Haruka Yuzan then applied all the knowledge he had gathered up until that point.
For a moment, it made Harada Yukie question whether her previous judgments were correct or not.
"Haru, Haruka... where did you learn all this from?"
The madam uttered softly as she embraced the young man.
"Sister Yukixi, all this I've learned from movies..."
Having decided to carry on with this artistic masterpiece, Haruka Yuzan naturally refused to show his hand.
Though the reason was far-fetched, at this moment, Harada Yukie had forgotten all about it and, guided by instinct, continued to teach,
"Haru, Haruka, that's enough...."
As she said this, she kissed Haruka Yuzan's lips again, a flush of rosy red blooming on the madam's cheeks, her dewy, tender appearance so tempting one almost wanted to take a bite.
"Next comes the most crucial part."
The "naïve and innocent" Haruka Yuzan asked curiously,
"What, what should I do?"
Seemingly pleased with the clarity in the young man's eyes, Harada Yukie couldn't help but smile wryly,
"Next comes your favorite part."
With that, the madam's entire body flowed like a stream of water.
She slid down from atop Haruka Yuzan, and with her movement, his shorts came sliding down as well.
It seemed an utterly unforeseen size (emboldened and enlarged).
Harada Yukie couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise. Only then did she truly recognize the terrifying aspect of the young man before her.
Reiko Onodera finished wiping the coffee table, and gazing at the empty living room, she couldn't help but shift her gaze toward the night outside the window.
The night breeze rustled the flowers, which took on a mysterious and delicate appearance under the veil of darkness. Perhaps the nectar was especially tempting that evening; even though it was beyond eight o'clock, busy bees still industriously collected the sweet juice.
Sweet and fragrant, utterly enticing.
Yet, Reiko Onodera had no mood to appreciate such a scene, her brows furrowed in an expression of deep concern.
He had said half an hour ago that he would be home, but he still hadn't returned, and there were no replies to her messages, truly worrisome...
The mobile phone on the coffee table still had its screen lit, with unread messages in the chat page blinking continuously.
With a sigh, Reiko Onodera resumed her cleaning duties.
Since Haruka had yet to return, she might as well clean the villa once more...
Night blanketed Tokyo City.
Colorful neon lights illuminated the streets, and the dim alleyways were scarcely traveled, with few people passing through the secretive lanes at this time.