In her and her husband's bedroom, Mrs. Obata Natsumi had an ambiguous entanglement with another strange boy. They clung intimately to each other, in close contact without reservation.
In the lingering, unusual way, her body gradually changed into his shape. She was stamped with Mu Xiaoxiao's little marks, bit by bit. She almost grew used to the feeling of him erupting inside her.
As for pregnancy or something, that was also thrown aside in the joy... For a married woman who hadn't had sex in a long time, it was like flipping a switch.
Once started, she couldn't stop.
Mu Xiaoxiao's young, energetic body was like poison. Mrs. Natsumi gradually became addicted, so obsessed she refused to let him leave.
Until her husband came back.
"I'm home... Huh?" He was taken aback when he saw the strange shoes at the entrance. "Did she have guests?"
His wife's shoes and a pair of strange men's shoes sat together. It made him feel strange inside. He took off his shoes and entered. The living room was empty. The kitchen was a mess with unfinished, cut vegetables.
His wife was nowhere to be seen.
"Natsumi? Natsumi?"
A bad premonition gradually emerged in his heart. He frowned. His instincts told him to go upstairs. Just as he reached the top, he saw his bedroom door open. Mrs. Natsumi, in a white nightgown, came out.
Mu Xiaoxiao followed behind.
"Honey, why are you home so early today?" His wife glanced at the time. It was just after two in the afternoon.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't speak. He looked at the cuckolded man with a smile. A middle-aged man with a belly—very ordinary.
Mrs. Natsumi's husband was stunned.
"Natsumi, you..."
His wife's face was flushed. She looked radiant. Her skin glowed. Her beauty was thrilling. Her brows were full of satisfaction. Facts proved that women were like flowers—more beautiful when watered.
Mrs. Natsumi was exactly like that now.
Honestly, seeing his wife like this, he had thoughts of being cheated on. Even if the man behind her was just a teenager, around his daughter's age.
After all, his wife was alone at home with a strange boy—and in the bedroom!
It was impossible not to suspect.
But what confused him was why Natsumi was so calm. She asked him like a normal person. 'Am I overthinking? Did I misunderstand my wife?'
At that moment, the cuckolded husband fell into confusion.
"Natsumi, you... what were you doing just now? And who is he?"
"Just now? I was entertaining Mu-kun. His name is Mu Xiaoxiao. He's the benefactor who saved me~"
"Benefactor?"
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Mr. Obata had come back from overtime and hadn't eaten yet. Mrs. Natsumi went downstairs to prepare all the uncooked lunch dishes and served them at the table.
Three people sat at the table.
But the seating was a little strange. Mr. Obata, the head of the household, sat alone on one side. Mrs. Natsumi, his wife, sat next to Mu Xiaoxiao. Their bodies were a little close.
"Something like that happened?" Hearing that his wife had encountered a creep on the tram, Mr. Obata was truly shocked and angry. Hearing that she was fine, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's too dangerous..."
"I was very scared too. Luckily, Mu-kun saved me." Mrs. Natsumi's delicate, charming eyes exuded spring. As if she hadn't come down from the lingering feeling with Mu Xiaoxiao just now, her eyes were watery.
"So I invited him to my house to sit. Mu-kun is my benefactor. As thanks, of course I have to entertain him well."
It all sounded reasonable.
If that was the case, he really should thank him. But why were they in the bedroom just now... The husband really wanted to ask what his wife and this teenager were doing in there.
But before he could say anything, his eyes widened at what he heard next.
"Mrs. Natsumi is right. Though I don't ask for anything, I can't refuse your wife's sincere hospitality." Mu Xiaoxiao looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from him. The corner of his mouth raised slightly.
"Mrs.?"
Hearing him call her "Mrs. Natsumi," she immediately understood what he meant. Her pretty face flushed slightly. "Mu-kun, you're really... wasn't what happened in the bedroom just now enough?"
'What? What does that mean?'
The moment Mr. Obata froze, he saw his wife actively lean on Mu Xiaoxiao. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her plump breasts.
Shapes shifted...
Besides her usual flush and spring, Mrs. Natsumi also showed a touch of shyness. After all, having her husband right there was still a little embarrassing.
"Wait! Natsumi?! What are you doing?!"
Facing her husband's astonished cry, the wife looked puzzled. "Didn't you say Mu-kun is my benefactor, husband? I'm thanking him now."
"Thanking him... thanking him?"
"Yes. I thanked Mu-kun just now in the bedroom. What's so strange about that?" As she spoke, she squeezed his body with her plump breasts. At the same time, she grabbed his hand and put it inside her clothes. She panted coquettishly.
"Husband, Mu-kun is my savior. You have to... you have to do this to be more sincere. Ngghhhh~"
'Sincerity? Grateful?'
'What was his wife talking about? What was she doing...'
Mr. Obata clutched his head. His face was pale, unbelieving. His pupils shook. But soon, his astonished, angry gaze gradually became strange. Then he frowned, thinking.
"That's right... that's right." After pondering a moment, he nodded. "If it's thanks, there's nothing wrong with it."
"After all, Mu-kun did help my wife. Otherwise, something terrible might have happened. In this matter, thanks to you. It seems Natsumi's thanks are truly necessary."
Under hypnosis, the suffering husband regained his composure. He even nodded in agreement.
"That's right." Mrs. Natsumi smiled. "I knew you'd support me, husband."
"Of course. I'm not the type to repay kindness with resentment. Mu-kun, I hope my wife's thanks and hospitality are satisfactory to you."
"Satisfied. Very satisfied. Nothing satisfies me more than Mrs. Natsumi's hospitality." Mu Xiaoxiao put both hands inside her clothes, playing with her smooth, soft breasts.
"Actually, it's not right to always accept Mrs. Natsumi's thanks and hospitality." Mu Xiaoxiao withdrew his hands. "I've been thinking. As a guest, I should properly return the favor."
"Mrs. Natsumi, what do you think?"
He put his fingers in the lady's mouth and stirred.
"Return the favor?" Her voice was muffled around Mu Xiaoxiao's fingers. "I don't really care about that... but if Mu-kun sincerely wants to return the favor, I'll accept it seriously. What do you think, husband?"
"I think... you're right. If it's Mu-kun's sincere thanks, Natsumi, you must accept it seriously." Mr. Obata nodded repeatedly.
He secretly watched his wife suck Mu Xiaoxiao's finger. He felt a little disharmony in his heart—displeasure and anger.
But thinking this was just gratitude, he suppressed his discomfort.
Mu Xiaoxiao felt her soft tongue and saliva. He glanced at his wife's increasingly emotional face. His smile widened. He pulled out his finger. "In that case, madam, stick out your tongue~"
"I'll make you feel very comfortable—"