This young man named Mu Xiaoxiao — who's about the same age as her daughter — is really a very good boy.
If it weren't for him, that disgusting idiot would have succeeded on the tram just now... Thinking of how unaware she'd been on the train before, and that ugly, wretched old man, Obata Natsumi shuddered at the image and patted her chest.
A look of lingering fear crossed her face.
It was really dangerous... Looking at it that way, it's no exaggeration to call Mu-kun her savior. So when facing him, she had to show proper gratitude.
Carrying shopping bags in both hands, Mrs. Natsumi — who looked like the girl next door — led the boy from next door toward her home. No matter what, she had to treat him well.
The beautiful married woman, who resembled a Yamato Nadeshiko, still had a faint flush on her face. Trying to calm her heartbeat, she chatted with him. "I have a daughter about your age, Mu-kun. Maybe you two could become friends."
"Daughter?"
Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the red-haired woman whose hips swayed with each step and said with a meaningful smile, "Your daughter must be very beautiful."
"Of course. Yui is a wonderful girl."
Talking about her daughter, Obata Natsumi seemed proud.
"I'm sure she is. But compared to your daughter, I still think Sister Natsumi is more attractive — more beautiful."
"Mu-kun, I'm an old woman. There's no charm left in me," Obata Natsumi said, embarrassed by his words. But it was undeniable — after being praised by Mu Xiaoxiao, a flash of secret joy flickered in her heart.
"Sister Natsumi's mature charm isn't something ordinary girls can match." Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly leaned close and breathed into Obata Natsumi's ear. "You make me very excited~"
Instantly, Obata Natsumi's cheeks flushed deeply. She turned her head away, flustered. "Mu-kun, I'm already a married woman. You should say things like that to your girlfriend."
Mu Xiaoxiao shrugged, smiled faintly, and said nothing.
They arrived at Obata Natsumi's house, and he followed her inside.
"Welcome, Mu-kun. This is my home." Mrs. Natsumi took out a pair of new slippers. When she bent down, her perfect, alluring figure was on full display before the boy — he could see everything clearly.
Her large, snow-white breasts still bore the scratches Mu Xiaoxiao had left earlier.
"Is no one home?"
"Yui is out, and my husband has to work overtime." Obata Natsumi's expression was gentle. She tilted her head with a Yamato Nadeshiko smile. "It's fine — I'll take good care of you, Mu-kun."
As she spoke, she shook the bag of groceries.
Inside were freshly bought ingredients.
Mu Xiaoxiao walked around the living room and noticed the photos on the table — a family portrait of three: the beautiful wife, her daughter, and her husband.
An affectionate scene.
He set the frame back down, glanced at the woman busy in the kitchen, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. With leisurely steps, he made his way toward her.
Slowly, he came up behind Obata Natsumi.
He reached out and grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks.
Smack—
The tomato slipped from her hand. Mrs. Natsumi flinched and turned her head nervously.
"M-Mu-kun?"
"What's the matter? Didn't Mrs. Natsumi say she'd treat me well?" Mu Xiaoxiao wrapped his arms around her from behind. His hands lingered on her buttocks for a moment, then slid forward, gripping her breasts beneath the apron.
Those two soft mounds felt incredible — he could never tire of touching them.
"When I said hospitality, I didn't mean this... Wait, Mu-kun, don't you think—" Obata Natsumi froze as she felt something hot and hard press against her backside. In that sensitive spot, she began to understand.
"That kind of thing—"
She struggled, flustered.
Forget what happened earlier... but this? How could she actually do something like this? How could she be with a man who wasn't her husband... let something like that enter her body?
How could that ever be possible?
"Why not? Mrs. Natsumi gets to feel good showing her gratitude, but I get nothing. That's not fair at all." Mu Xiaoxiao's words came out muffled as he rubbed her chest and nibbled her earlobe.
"..."
"Besides, if you're just thanking me this way... it's not really cheating. I'm sure your husband would understand."
"..."
Mrs. Natsumi was silent for a few seconds, her resistance weakening. Finally, she turned around and smiled at the boy so close to her face, letting his hands wander freely over her chest.
"Mu-kun, you're right. Pushing back when I'm just trying to show gratitude really would be insincere. You're my important benefactor. I should treat you well with this — it's only right."
With that, Mrs. Natsumi untied her apron and wiped her hands. "Mu-kun, before we start, I'd like to go out and buy some condoms, if that's okay? Today... today is a risky day."
"No need. Even if it's a risky day, gratitude should be shown with sincerity. Using those would feel impersonal."
Mu Xiaoxiao refused firmly, and didn't mention that he had the ability to prevent pregnancy.
Just as expected, Obata Natsumi pressed her forehead in mild distress, but didn't insist. She nodded. "I see. Then I'll welcome you with a sincere attitude, Mu-kun~ Even without that..."
As she spoke, she led Mu Xiaoxiao to the bedroom — the room she shared with her husband. A wedding photo hung beside the bed: the beautiful bride in pure white, standing next to her groom.
Mrs. Natsumi glanced at the photo, then calmly unbuttoned her clothes. One by one, they slid to the floor, until the last piece of fabric fell away.
Her charming, delicate body — completely bare — was now exposed before Mu Xiaoxiao. Mrs. Natsumi covered her chest with her hands, pressed her legs together, her cheeks burning unnaturally.
"Mu-kun, I'm sorry... I'm still not used to this..."
Even under hypnosis, she was still shy, still hesitant.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't mind. This was enough. He cupped her chin and admired her body — as exquisite as a work of art. "This is perfect. I can feel your sincerity, Mrs. Natsumi~"
"That's good..." She climbed onto the bed, slowly lowering her hands. Lying before him, she lifted her head slightly — like a small, obedient pet — and spoke shyly. "Please... go ahead."
"Do whatever you want~ I'll welcome you warmly with my body~"
Mu Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll gladly accept your hospitality, Mrs. Natsumi..."
The room fell into silence, and a pink, ambiguous atmosphere began to spread. The wedding photo by the bedside watched over everything — until a startled gasp broke the quiet.
Obata Natsumi covered her mouth with her hands, eyes wide in shock.
Well... that was Mu-kun's... He wasn't even of age yet, was he? Why was it... so big?
Better than her husband's...