Her voluptuous, long, jade-like legs were encased in long red stockings. With every step up the stairs, her plump thighs trembled slightly, like an alluring piece of jade. The deep-blue slip dress revealed glimpses of the secret gap beneath, teasing the heartstrings and inviting exploration into the unknown territory. The rich, ripe peach-like aroma spread wantonly in the narrow stairwell, unconsciously amplifying Ho Fei-yu's most primal desire to fiercely leave his mark on this stunning piece of jade.
They were only a short distance from Naomi Odagiri's front door. For some reason, she stopped on the steps. Ho Fei-yu, not paying attention, directly bumped into her.
Ho Fei-yu looked up, finding it dim. At the same time, a sense of coolness spread from his face, accompanied by a strange fragrance entering his nose. He instinctively inhaled, and a stronger scent of a mature woman, mixed with a rich perfume, stimulated his nostrils.
He pressed tightly against her, reluctant to leave, breathing hard, greedily trying to capture all the fragrance.
"Alright, Fei-yu-kun can smell me slowly later. Now, Auntie needs to open the door." It wasn't until a gentle caress came from above his head and a soft, seductive voice sounded in his ear that he broke free from that state. But the fuse was already laid, just waiting for a spark to ignite it.
"I'm... sorry, Auntie Naomi Odagiri, I..."
"No need to apologize, Auntie understands~ You're at an age when your energy is surging, and it's normal to want to release it."
"Auntie will hand over all control to you later, okay?"
"Mmm." Ho Fei-yu listened to Naomi Odagiri's enticing words. His whole body felt like a volcano about to erupt, desperately needing an outlet to release the scorching lava.
Simultaneously, a pink, dragon-shaped tattoo appeared on Ho Fei-yu's chest, spanning from his lower abdomen to his chest, occupying half the area. While a legendary dragon should look majestic, the dragon on Ho Fei-yu's chest was strangely mesmerizing and unconventional.
Naomi Odagiri's pink tongue circled her light-purple lipstick-coated lips. Her beautiful eyes reflected Ho Fei-yu's lust-filled figure, and a confident expression of having everything under control appeared on her noble and elegant face.
"I'll play the role of a wife waiting alone at home for her husband to return, and Fei-yu-kun can play the role of a devious plumber, how does that sound?" Naomi Odagiri seemed to remember something as she stroked Ho Fei-yu's head and said seductively.
"I can do that." Ho Fei-yu licked his slightly dry lips, agreeing to Naomi Odagiri's cosplay request. Since he had to complete the mission, he would follow her lead.
"Then, you must play your role well, Yu-kun~" Naomi Odagiri's cold, soft fingertip gently traced Ho Fei-yu's face. She only removed her hand after Ho Fei-yu nodded.
"Let's begin~" She opened the door, went inside, then peeked her head out and instructed him with her purple lips.
—Knock-Knock—
"Hello! Is Ms. Naomi Odagiri home? I'm the plumber, 9527, here for your appointment." Ho Fei-yu tried his best to lower his voice, trying to sound like a mature man.
"Coming~" Naomi Odagiri's voice came from inside the door. At the same time, the sound of the doorknob turning was heard.
"But I don't remember the pipes being broken~"
"..." Ho Fei-yu almost fell to the floor when he heard the mature and seductive voice inside.
Why isn't she following the script?
"Cough cough, could it be that something else is broken?"
"Although I'm a plumber, I also have some expertise in repairing other damaged things." Ho Fei-yu cleared his throat, thinking of a versatile explanation.
"Oh, that's right. I remember the TV is broken."
"Can Mr. 9527 fix that too?" Naomi Odagiri's voice came from inside again.
"Piece of cake." Ho Fei-yu said confidently.
—Click-Clack—
This time, Naomi Odagiri didn't play any more games and opened the door.
"Welcome, Mr. 9527. It's just me at home right now. You wouldn't be thinking any crooked thoughts, would you?" Naomi Odagiri showed her head, and her beautiful face actually displayed fear and worry.
"No, I'm a gentleman. I wouldn't do anything sneaky."
"Phew~"
"That's good. Please come in, Mr. 9527."
"I apologize, but I don't have any spare shoes. These are my husband's. Please make do with them."
"It's fine." Ho Fei-yu couldn't help but admire Naomi Odagiri. The guilt on her face didn't have a single trace of acting.
"It's over here." Naomi Odagiri swayed her willowy waist, her full, shapely hips rocking left and right. The deep-blue slip dress clung to her beautiful figure, outlining graceful curves. The lavender-colored sheer fabric wrapped around her body should have made her look like a fairy, but on her, she looked more like a succubus—both seductive and beautiful.
Ho Fei-yu followed closely behind her, savoring her scent.
"It's right here."
"I'll take a look first. Mr. 9527, please watch from the side." Naomi Odagiri said, but her body slowly bent down until she was practically lying on the floor. She extended her head under the TV stand, her rounded, luscious buttocks raised high, swaying as her body moved.
"Ms. Naomi Odagiri, are you done yet?"
"Do you need my help? You're in a dangerous position." Ho Fei-yu stood behind Naomi Odagiri, his legs unconsciously slightly bent. His hands rested on her swaying buttocks.
"Are you still not done?"
"Ugh—No." His hands began to caress the perfect spherical curve, and he slowly lifted the purple slip dress.
"It's really..." When the secret behind the purple slip dress was uncovered, Ho Fei-yu was shocked. Without the cover of any fabric, the tender Chrysanthemum was fully exposed to Ho Fei-yu's sight, seemingly breathing like a carnivorous plant.
The nearby Peach Blossom Spring was also wet with dew, like everything in the countryside on a summer morning. Even the tender Chrysanthemum was moistened.
"Aah! Mr. 9527, what are you doing?"
"Stop it!!"
"Hmph hmph! Bold demon! I knew you were tempting me all along. You clearly have ill intentions. I command you to reveal your true form! Taste my Mighty Heavenly Dragon! Still screaming? Quickly show your true form! How dare you profane my sacred plumber!"
"Aah!!!"
"Spare me! Mr. 9527, your Mighty Heavenly Dragon is too strong!" Ho Fei-yu heard the wails from Naomi Odagiri in front of him, but he didn't stop the Mighty Heavenly Dragon he was deploying. This angle was just right, with every attack heading straight for the vital point.
"Go, go, go, go! A mere small hole dares to challenge a master! Mighty Heavenly Dragon, move mountains and ascend, bring down the Heavenly Blessing!" Ho Fei-yu chanted his spells while simultaneously lifting Naomi Odagiri by the waist and carrying her toward the sofa.
He didn't notice that Naomi Odagiri's eyes had already rolled back slightly. She was clearly reaching her breaking point under the attack of the Mighty Heavenly Dragon.
"Hmph, such stamina and still resisting! I'll subdue you! Tsk, you don't know your place, still trying to absorb my essence! You clearly don't respect me! Flying Dragon in the Sky, go!" Ho Fei-yu felt his Mighty Heavenly Dragon slowly being squeezed by Naomi Odagiri's magical artifact, seemingly trying to crush his high morale. He immediately increased his output, with every impact creating waves of buttock-jiggle.
Ho Fei-yu only withdrew his divine power after his Mighty Heavenly Dragon experienced three or four consecutive Dragon Spits Water.
He looked at Naomi Odagiri, who had completely rolled her eyes and was sticking out her pink tongue, like a dog that had been running for a long time.
The two were now lying naked on a bed. Ho Fei-yu hugged the dazed Naomi Odagiri, his fingertip gently rubbing the peak of her high snowy mounds. Her lower abdomen was slightly raised, as if she were three months pregnant, and a pink apricot flower appeared below her navel.
This also signified that Naomi Odagiri had completely become his woman.
"Burp~"
He looked at Naomi Odagiri's lips. The light-purple lipstick had faded significantly, almost invisible. Just then, a feeling of fullness washed over him, and he let out a burp. Ho Fei-yu sniffed, and a faint smell of milk accompanied the air.
He looked back at the highest peak of the snowy mounds, which was much wetter now. As Ho Fei-yu squeezed with his finger, a milky-white holy spring gushed out.
Ho Fei-yu quickly leaned forward and drank the gushing spring water. The education from his past life on Earth, 'Remember every grain of food on your plate, for it takes hard labor to grow,' was still in his mind, so he cherished food greatly. The taste of the spring water was quite good.
A faint sweetness.
Ho Fei-yu recalled Naomi Odagiri's acting just now, which was incredibly lifelike. It was impossible to tell she was acting. The fear and anger during the violation, the strength and defiance during the struggle, and the depravity and enjoyment during the surrender—all were portrayed flawlessly, allowing Ho Fei-yu to thoroughly enjoy himself.
She was indeed a veteran actress—a model for specialized magazines, and a main contributor to best-selling books on weight loss and essays.
When Ho Fei-yu was holding her and deploying the Mighty Heavenly Dragon, he happened to see some of her past belongings on the table. It seemed she missed her previous life.
It was understandable. From a free-flying bird to a caged canary, coupled with increasing age and estrangement from her lover, it was no wonder she came out seeking excitement.
But now that she had become his woman, Ho Fei-yu couldn't let her continue like this.
Although she was well into her forties, her skin was still like ice and jade—clear and smooth. Ho Fei-yu drew circles on her slightly raised lower abdomen.
"Oh no." Ho Fei-yu quickly looked around. Fortunately, there was an alarm clock not far away. In the next second, the alarm clock was in his hand. He looked closely, and it was almost 8 PM. Mitsuko-san had probably called him several times already. He was sure to be scolded when he got back.
"Forget it." Ho Fei-yu decided to wait until Naomi Odagiri woke up to talk to her and ask for her thoughts. The System mission was still incomplete, which worried him a little.
One hour later.
Naomi Odagiri slowly opened her eyes. She moved her body slightly. A wave of fatigue swept over her, but a sense of fullness emanated from her abdomen. She hadn't felt this sense of fulfillment since her marriage. She was truly, thoroughly filled.