Despite his best efforts to contain himself, the sofa was a mess. Between Naomi's sweat and his own fluids, it was no longer fit for "combat."
"Naomi-san, shall we continue here?" Fei-yu asked softly, still pinned against her. Their bodies were glued together by a layer of sweat. Naomi shook her head; the leather felt sticky and uncomfortable against her back.
Fei-yu stood up and scooped her into his arms in a princess carry. He looked back at the sofa and saw the clear outline of her body and two deep indentations where her buttocks had been. He chuckled.
"What is it, Brother?" Naomi asked, resting her head on his chest and listening to his powerful heartbeat.
"Nothing, just thinking this leather sofa isn't very good at absorbing sweat," he teased. He didn't tell her about the deep butt-prints, fearing she'd get embarrassed and stop giving him footjobs.
"I'm poor, I can't afford a new one," Naomi smiled faintly. "If this novel doesn't sell, I might not even be able to afford food soon."
"I'll take care of you!" Fei-yu answered without hesitation, his voice full of a confidence that belied his age.
Naomi sighed. "You say that now, but for how long? In ten years, I'll be old and withered, while you'll be in your prime. You'll probably find me disgusting and throw me away..." She sat up in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with a feigned sorrow.
"I will never abandon you. Not in ten years, not in twenty, not even in ten thousand," Fei-yu said seriously. He knew she was insecure because of her ex-husband, who had neglected her for younger mistresses. To Fei-yu, that man was an idiot. A woman in her forties like Naomi was like a ripe fruit—rich, sweet, and far more satisfying than an immature girl.
"Really?" she asked like a small girl.
"Yes," he nodded firmly.
Naomi buried her head in his chest to hide her triumphant smile. She knew how to play the "damsel in distress" to get more affection from him.
As they sat there, Fei-yu felt something warm and wet on his stomach. He looked down to see Naomi licking his abs like a cat. She moved upward, taking one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking and teasing it. His brain caught fire again. His "spear" stood at full attention once more.
"Since you're so sincere, I have a reward for you," she whispered, her limbs coiling around him like a snake. "Can I be your mother for a little while?~"
Fei-yu nodded dumbly. He noticed that older women often enjoyed roleplay in these moments.
"Fei-yu-kun, come lay on Mommy's lap. I'll massage you," Naomi said softly, leaning against the headboard and patting her thick thighs. Fei-yu crawled over like a newborn and rested his head on her soft lap.
"Good boy. You must be hungry after all that exercise," she stroked his hair with her gloved hand. "Open up, ahh~"
She leaned down, and Fei-yu cooperated, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking on the nipple like an infant. It wasn't just acting; everyone has a part of them that craves being cared for. Naomi's maternal instincts flared, her eyes overflowing with love.
She licked her gloved hand, soaking it with saliva until it was incredibly slick, and then wrapped it around his hardened length. "Ngh..."
While there was happiness in one place, there was misery in another. In the top-floor ward of Seiwa Affiliated Hospital, three special patients lay in nursing beds. All three had one thing in common: their "brothers" had been destroyed.