That sound was so enchanting that Akira almost got an erection.
Although it wasn't like the direct, suggestive ASMR he had heard in his previous life, the girl's pure, natural moans made him even more restless.
Akira saw Miyako looking dazed and bewildered, with saliva almost drooling from the corner of her mouth, so he couldn't help but advise her.
"If you really can't hold it in, it's okay to cry out. Anyway, there's no one in this house who would misunderstand, and we're not really doing anything illicit, are we?"
Rather, even if that kind of thing really happened, Granny Kobayashi and Hijkata would both pretend not to see it.
As for Miss Tashiro, whom Miyako hadn't met yet, she wasn't home at this time anyway.
However, having a 1v1 battle between a man and a woman in the living room was indeed a bit much. It wasn't his own home, and if he accidentally stained the sofa, Granny Kobayashi would be furious.
So if that kind of physical overlapping accident really had to happen, it would be better to go out and get a room… No, it's impossible for any accident to happen.
Akira had already imprinted a steel seal on his mind: he must never take advantage of his position and eat the 'golden egg' in his hands.
And as long as a man chooses to be 'worse than a beast,' he will absolutely never cross that line.
Besides, there was no money for a room, let alone money for condoms.
"If you try to suppress your voice, it will sound even more like that kind of cry."
Compared to 'Ah!', 'Mm… Ah!' would have more of that vague, wanton flavor, as if something was in her mouth, and she couldn't help but burst out with a decadent cry only when it was pushed to the bottom.
"Ah… Mm, I understand."
So Miyako no longer suppressed her voice, relaxed her body, and let pleasure dominate her. Her voice surged from her abdomen, smoothly passing through her throat, becoming clear, melodious, and long-drawn.
The volume also dropped significantly, no longer so high-pitched, transforming into a soft and somewhat enchanting vocal line.
Neither of them realized that Miyako had actually learned abdominal breathing in this way.
However, Akira was still very uncomfortable. Although the volume had decreased and it was no longer the kind of voice that would arouse a man's desire for conquest, now this voice was a bit like a girlfriend hugging his neck and murmuring comfortably in his ear.
From another perspective, it was even more stimulating because it would arouse a man's protective instincts.
If this were coupled with coquettish pleas and feigned resistance like 'Please,' 'I can't take it anymore,' 'No more,' 'I want more,' 'Slower,' 'Faster,' 'I'm going to come,' Akira would probably have to stop immediately, go take a cold shower, and force himself to calm down.
Even his own self-restraint was affected, and Akira once again felt the terrifying power of top-tier talent.
You're amazing, Miyako…
Even if she were to become an R18 Voice actor, a more niche path within the Voice actor industry, she would probably become a shining star in the industry.
The massage of her beautiful white-stockinged feet came to an end. Akira continued to knead Miyako's calves upwards. The sensation was even better than before, as soft as a newborn baby's cheek.
And for Miyako, the most difficult part was over. Her calves weren't as sensitive, so she let out a long breath, and her body was no longer tense.
Akira massaged upwards from her Achilles tendon to her popliteal fossa, while also beginning to lecture her.
"Are you pushing yourself too hard? You said your feet hurt this morning, so why did you force yourself to take on the weeding job?"
"Hmm…"
Saying her feet hurt in the morning was just an excuse, but after a day of weeding, Miyako indeed felt her legs aching and feet sore.
Although she could endure hardship, her body, unaccustomed to heavy labor, honestly reflected her fatigue.
Feeling that she had caused trouble for Akira, Miyako apologized dejectedly, "I'm sorry…"
"I'm not asking you to apologize. I just want to say that effort isn't about forcing yourself. You don't need to do things that make you feel wronged or uncomfortable."
Miyako was a genius. She possessed a 'choice' that others could only dream of.
If she didn't want to do something, she didn't have to. No matter which path she took, she could become a superstar.
This was the privilege of a genius.
"When you enter the professional circle in the future, you will definitely encounter many annoying situations, but at that time, what you should do is not 'force yourself to accept' but learn to 'refuse'."
"Can I… be that willful?"
"Of course, you can, because you are not alone. All you need to do is push all those disgusting and troublesome things to me, and I will help you solve them."
Akira continued to speak in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I told you before, I am your partner and Producer, and a Producer is someone who stands up for you when you need him. Whether it's serving tea and water, or massaging your feet and legs, whatever you need, I am willing to do. So you can treat me as a servant, because the top priority is to ensure your health and physical condition."
"…Mm."
She clearly understood once again that Akira would do anything for her.
That's why he said something yesterday that could be mistaken for a marriage proposal.
That was his serious professional commitment.
"Akira-kun… why are you so confident that I can make a lot of money?"
What she originally wanted to ask was actually, 'Why are you so good to me?' But the answer to that question seemed to have been given by Akira when they first met.
It was for money.
She could tell that Akira still had a man's lust, and he would unreservedly show his lust.
But Miyako knew she was absolutely safe.
Because Akira would not ruin her future for lust; that way, he wouldn't make money.
But if it was really for money, why would Akira allow her willful request not to show her face?
If she just relied on her face, even she herself could definitely attract everyone's attention…
"You're mistaken. I don't believe in you; I believe in my own judgment."
More accurately, it was the information provided by the cheat.
Akira had already tested that the cheat's information was accurate.
"Shion, your greatest value is not your face. This is my judgment, so if I think you can do it, then you can do it. Do you understand?"
"Ugh…"
Miyako was still a bit confused.
She had always felt that her only advantage was her face.
However, precisely because she possessed such high Appearance (beauty) that could overshadow her other strengths, she failed to perceive her own talents, which allowed Akira to stumble upon a gem.
Everyone would only praise Shionomiya Shion's appearance, and these massive compliments not only failed to build her self-confidence but instead made her feel inferior, believing that there was nothing else about her worth praising besides her face.
It seems that building her confidence in her own talents must come first.
In fact, this was also what Akira was going to do today.
"Alright, the parts above this are not something my status allows me to touch. You can handle your own thighs."
Did he mean that if their relationship progressed further, he would give her more stimulating and comfortable massages?
Miyako secretly kept this in mind.
"Thank you, Akira-kun, I feel much better."
"It's about time. Let's start today's Voice actor practice!"
"Mm!"
"Okay, then let's watch an anime."
"Eh?"
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