Natsumi Obata stuck out her red tongue, hanging onto the boy like a puppy, panting with her tongue out. After the intense Lewd battles in the bedroom earlier, her body was highly sensitive.
Now, in front of her husband, her delicate body reacted much more strongly than before for some unknown reason. Alex only needed to give a slight squeeze, and Madam Natsumi would shudder and tremble.
Now, with her heart-shaped tongue extended toward Alex, she watched him approach. The moment his tongue touched hers, the Madam's mind went blank.
Was I… kissed?
"Kiss… Slurp… Kiss… Mmm…"
Their tongues entwined—soft, wet, slick, and sweet—creating intimate and intense lapping sounds that made Madam Natsumi's head spin.
A kiss… is that going too far?
Even though he had already ejaculated inside her multiple times, and they had done everything that shouldn't be done, this French kiss… she felt like it was too much, especially in front of her husband.
But this is Alex's sincere thank you, his return gift. If I refuse, it will embarrass him.
There's no helping it. A kiss is a kiss. Anyway, I… Ugh, he's sucking too hard. It's so intense… Although, it feels so good. My body is so hot; I feel like I'm melting.
They continually exchanged saliva, sucking each other's tongues. The quiet living room was silent save for the sensual sounds of their kissing.
Mr. Obata remained silent, eating his meal, occasionally glancing at the intense French kiss between his wife and the boy. His expression was a bit conflicted, as if he wanted to speak but couldn't.
It wasn't just the intense kissing; Alex's hands hadn't stopped either. They played wantonly with the married woman's soft body beneath her nightgown, leaving lines of scratches on her snow-white skin—Alex's marks.
He hadn't used the Silver Mark, as it wasn't needed yet.
Mr. Obata saw all of this. He should have been angry. He should have stopped the two of them, stopped his wife from being played with by another man, but under the power of Hypnosis.
The man felt this Netorare scene was completely normal and was gradually accepting it.
How long are they going to keep kissing? But I never expected my gentle, beautiful wife to have such a forward side. Her seductive and alluring posture is truly tempting.
Thinking back, he hadn't slept with his wife for many years. After all, he was getting older and was mostly impotent… Now, seeing Natsumi kissing and intimately entangled with another man, it stirred desire in him as well.
"Kiss… Mmm…"
It was unclear how long they kissed. Finally, they separated with a pop, Natsumi Obata's hair sticking to her cheeks. Her pink lips were slightly swollen, and her tongue hadn't fully retracted.
The small tongue that Alex had played with was sticking out. She was gasping for air, hot breaths fanning the boy's face. She mumbled unconsciously, "Alex, Alex…"
"How was it, Madam Natsumi? Did you feel my return gift?"
Alex flashed a bright, sunny smile.
"Mmm… I felt Alex's return gift. It was really hot," The Madam shyly smoothed her hair, noticing her husband's secretive gaze, which made her even more embarrassed. "Is that… enough?"
"Of course… not. A simple kiss can't convey my thanks, especially since your previous hospitality was so passionate. I must give a return gift of equal value," Saying this, Alex turned to the silent man.
"Mr. Obata, I'm going to go to the bedroom with your wife now, to let her feel my thanks. Is that okay?"
The man, who was being openly cuckolded, his head now slick with green, didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled. "Of course, that's fine… Actually, you don't need to go to the bedroom. You can do it right here. I won't disturb you."
"..."
Alex's mouth twitched. He looked at the man strangely, then turned to observe the young wife beside him. He nearly lost his composure. What is going on with this cuckold husband? He insists on Netorare right in front of him, huh? Although I don't mind.
But even if she's just a Utility Girl, I have no interest in letting another man take advantage.
Even though they are the actual husband and wife.
"Forget it. Madam Natsumi won't be able to relax here. The bedroom has a better atmosphere."
Hearing Alex refuse, the cuckold husband looked noticeably disappointed.
"Speaking of which, I saw your wedding photo in the bedroom earlier, Mr. Obata," Alex kneaded Madam Natsumi's full, soft Chests into various shapes, unable to let go, and smiled. "You and Madam Natsumi look genuinely in love. It's admirable."
"Is that so? Natsumi and I have always had a great relationship," Mr. Obata laughed heartily.
"Mmm~ Y-yes, I have always loved my husband," Madam Natsumi rubbed her legs together, moaning as Alex ravaged her, speaking in fragmented breaths.
"That kind of love is truly enviable," Alex sniffed the Madam's neck, licking her skin, feeling the delicate texture of her skin, one arm wrapped around her waist.
"Madam, let's go."
"Mmm, Honey, Alex and I are going back to the bedroom first," Before leaving, she didn't forget to tell her husband, "I'll come down after I've received Alex's return gift."
"Go ahead," Mr. Obata forced a smile, watching his wife's graceful, sexy body being embraced by the boy and disappearing from sight upstairs. He looked back at the table full of dishes.
Food and meal prepared by his wife's own hands, full of love.
But it tasted like sawdust. He had no appetite, so he put down his chopsticks and paced the living room. Thinking of his wife servicing that Alex on the bed in the bedroom.
A fire burned within him.
The lust that had been dormant for many years made him restless. He went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face. The chilling sensation failed to extinguish the flame.
Finally, he couldn't contain himself. He tiptoed upstairs, reached the bedroom door, and pressed his ear against it, eavesdropping—
No sound? Are they not doing that kind of thing?
The cuckold husband heard no sound. It wasn't because the two in the room weren't doing anything; it was just that what they were doing was different from what he imagined. The married woman, with her Chests exposed, knelt before the boy.
She cupped her perky, full Chests with both hands, concentrating on squeezing his vital part with her soft flesh. The Madam was not only servicing him with her Chests, but also using her lips and tongue.
The object that had entered her body multiple times and brought the beautiful Madam to climax was now deeply enveloped in her open, cherry-like mouth, her tongue occasionally glimpsed.
Her bright red tongue left trails on it…
The feeling and taste made Natsumi Obata's eyes misty. This is the naughty thing that entered my body before, now running wild in my mouth… This is the first time I've done it this way.
Now, I'm completely going to become Alex's shape… even though this is just supposed to be gratitude.
I can't leave him anymore…
Madam Natsumi quietly thought that after experiencing this pleasure, she would never want to let it go. Her eyes once again turned into pink hearts. Her inexperienced servicing movements became more and more skilled, like a Succubus feeding.
She wanted to completely drain the boy in front of her.
Faced with Madam Natsumi's zealous servicing, Alex didn't feel it was a waste, even if it cost him one Affection Point.
It felt so good.
"Ugh—"
Seeing the Madam kneeling before him whimpering and covering her mouth, Alex reached out and stroked her face. "Madam Natsumi, this is my return gift. You must accept it properly."
Gulp—
She nodded, swallowed, opened her red lips, and stuck out her tongue. "Mmm… I've received all of Alex's return gifts~"
After speaking, her gaze went blank.
Even though it's over, why is it still so… hard?
Is Alex that amazing? How many times has it been today?