With his mood improving, Naga became even more generous with his purchases. A few hours before lunch, the three of them went on a tireless shopping spree on Paris's famous fashion streets.
Naga only bought one suit; the rest of the spoils belonged to the two ladies whose faces were practically glowing with excitement.
"Hey... can I really buy this?" Keiko stared intently at the price tag, pointing to the outfit that required a month's savings, including stipends, scholarships, and part-time jobs, just to buy the belt on it. She couldn't help but pinch her thigh, as if she were wondering if she was in a dream or reality.
"Please wrap this up." Naga replied to the envious saleswoman next to her, speaking in broken French that she had heard countless times that day and had finally learned to say.
When they went to find a place to eat, Keiko's trunk was filled with all sorts of clothes and bags, so much so that she even took out the jack and put it under the back seat.
If before she came Hikari was thinking that she had to show up to pave the way for her fame, now she wanted nothing more than to be shoved into Naga's arms.
Women have countless brains; conquering the one in charge of shopping is both the easiest and the hardest. But what you get will definitely be very satisfying.
Keiko's gaze towards him also underwent a noticeable change, losing much of the reserve characteristic of her Eastern heritage and instead brimming with the boldness and passion of another bloodline within her.
Naga smiled and touched the new stubble on his chin. He knew that he could do whatever he wanted to these two tonight.
Nevertheless, when his gaze swept across Guang's blushing, joyful face in the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He knew, too, that the other, similar face wouldn't show such an expression because of something like this.
After lunch, their itinerary finally aligned with that of most tourists. Once on the familiar tour route, Keiko's professionalism quickly became apparent. Perhaps someone with such a sharp mind wouldn't excel at anything, and Naga had no doubt that if she wanted to, she could definitely be a top-notch tour guide.
After touring the Parisian night view and returning to the hotel, Naga changed the room arrangements. Hikaru, who had been prepared, touched his flushed cheeks, whispered a few words to Keiko, and took a change of clothes to Naga's room.
As for their abundant shopping spoils, the two of them had already carefully separated them. Women are always more proactive in these matters than usual.
Hikari went into the bathroom first, and her reason was quite good: "I want to do a face mask while you are taking a shower. I don't want you to see me looking scary, President."
Indeed, no matter how beautiful a woman is, when she wears that strange, mask-like thing, she can scare the desires of the men around her to the point of weakness.
A girl like Guang would definitely take a long time to shower. Tonight, she might shower even longer than usual.
Naga casually turned on the TV and tuned to the hotel's coded adult channel. The Western beauties writhing on the screen weren't really to his taste, and after watching for a while, he lost interest and took out his phone to call home.
But before he could press the button, a phone call came in.
"Hoshina? What do you want with me at a time like this?" Naga frowned in confusion. He found it hard to like his younger brother, who was always accompanied by jealousy whenever he appeared. It must be something important. He answered the phone, "Hello, what is it?"
"Brother! I...I have some amazing news to tell you." Hoshina's voice was filled with undisguised joy, and Naga could almost imagine his younger brother on the other end of the radio wave grinning from ear to ear.
"What is it? Can't I tell you when I get back?" Naga put his feet up on the coffee table next to him. He couldn't think of any reason why Hoshino's good news could bring him joy.
However, he also did not expect that this news would bring him an almost tearing pain in his chest.
"Uh..." His dry throat almost made him lose his voice for a moment. He hurriedly picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, but spilled most of it on his chest. He took three or four deep breaths before his voice sounded stable and normal. "I heard you. I... I'm really happy for you. Hoshino, don't worry, even if... even if that day is the end of the world, I will definitely be there for your engagement ceremony."
"Thank you. I won't go into details about the international call. When we get back, Yui and I will treat you to dinner. Please make sure to make time for my younger brother to have dinner with you."
Hoshina's voice was as joyful as that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. Naga hung up the phone and thought that if he were the one to marry Yua, he would probably be just as happy as Hoshina, almost to the point of madness.
Unfortunately, it wasn't him. He's currently in a hotel on the other side of the world, waiting for the girl who's been fawning over him to finish her shower so he can satisfy his sexual desires. Ai didn't even bother to call and tell him the news herself…
Hikaru opened the bathroom door, poked his head out, and asked somewhat nervously, "President, did you knock something over?"
Naga kicked the unbroken bottle of liquor off the bed and chugged it down, leaving him feeling slightly dizzy. However, his alcohol tolerance was much better than before, so his movements weren't significantly affected. He glanced at the light shining from the bathroom doorway; the face under the shower cap now looked even more like Yui's.
He stood up, let out a loud burp, and then, while unbuckling his belt, walked toward the bathroom.
"Eh? President...you...you want to shower with me too?" Hikaru probably didn't expect Naga to be so eager, so he quickly shrank into the bathroom, apparently to deal with something that might cause embarrassment if a man saw it.
Actually, it's nothing. After Naga got married, he often took Miku with him when he took a bath. He'd seen plenty of things like hair removal or skin scrubbing that would disillusion a young man like him, so he didn't care about those things. Right now, he just wanted light, he really wanted it.
It seems that Hikaru is very clear about what taking a bath together in this situation means. While Naga was taking off her clothes at the door, she had already hurriedly washed her hair and rinsed off the remaining foam on her body. The water in the bathtub was drained and new hot water was about to be filled.
Without a doubt, she was a sensible girl. Naga grinned, forced a smile, and walked in naked.
He didn't close the bathroom door; he didn't like being in a hot, humid, and stuffy environment while doing strenuous exercise.
Guang obediently didn't ask him to close the door. Instead, she stood quietly behind the showerhead, leaning against the wall, and lowered her head slightly, looking at him with the kind of eyes that men love most—a mixture of fear, shyness, and expectation.
In the rising mist, her naked body appeared even more alluring. When dressed, she appeared petite and slender, even somewhat thin, like Yui. Only after she was completely naked did Naga realize that she was actually quite curvy in all the right places; because her waist was much thinner than the average person's, her breasts and hips appeared very full.
What attracts men's attention most are her straight and slender legs. If you only look at the part below the waistline and ignore the fact that it is proportionally smaller, she is almost as beautiful as Ami.
Naga didn't linger on those firm, beautiful legs for long; his final gaze fell on Hikaru's face.
There were no deliberately long or curved eyelashes, no eyeliner to create a false outline, and no blush, powder puffs, or foundation. All the extra embellishments had been washed away, revealing a simple and pure look, the closest to the appearance Naga had hoped for.
He walked towards the flowing water, his hands bracing themselves on either side of the light, like a sturdy cage, imprisoning her petite body within. He lowered his head and gently kissed her wet hair, where the scent of shampoo still lingered. He kissed his way down her hair, his lips tracing her sensitive earlobe, her burning cheeks, and finally resting on her slightly trembling lips.
"President..." Hikaru said with a sigh, his hands nervously resting on his shoulders, his eyes closed, and his chin slightly raised.
He licked her lips and kissed them, but instead of immediately launching into a passionate deep kiss, he breathed and said, "Hikaru, haven't you always wanted to be a great actress?"
Guang nodded with his eyes closed, and their lips, almost touching, rubbed together twice.
"Then remember your lines for tonight." His right hand suddenly reached out and gripped her breast tightly. "Under no circumstances are you allowed to call me president until tomorrow morning." A slight stinging sensation ran through his chest. He pinched her nipple, his fingertips kneading the raised bud in the center of her rosy cheeks. "You can call me Mr. Strange."
Smart women know that even when they are very curious about something, they need to be clear about when to be curious.
Without asking any questions, she spoke softly, as if meeting a long-lost first love, "Strange sir, please... kiss me."
Naga was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he wanted to crush her, and then kissed her fiercely.
He kissed her forcefully, sucking her tongue into his mouth until the back of her tongue ached. The girl, kissed like this, couldn't make a sound, only sweet humming coming from the back of her nose—the most beautiful sound one could hear during a kiss.
"Huff... huff..." Temporarily escaping the passionate kiss, Hikaru pressed her hands against Naga's chest. When she looked straight ahead, all she could see was Naga's Adam's apple bobbing up and down, while his hard penis pressed against her stomach like an iron rod, making her feel weak and hot all over.
"Strange Mr., you...you're being too gentle, you're making it hard for me to breathe." Guang was indeed a girl who knew how to act coquettishly. Her slightly coquettish tone, coupled with her deliberately gentle address, was full of temptation.
Naga stroked her hair, his eyes becoming somewhat hazy. He slowly released his hand, dissatisfied with his earlier out-of-control excitement. Suppressing his excitement, he reached out and stroked Hikari's lips, which he had sucked until they were even redder, and slowly pressed his thumb inside.
"Mmm...mmm..." She took his thumb into her mouth, her smooth tongue wrapping around it, and with the sucking force of her lips, the tip of her tongue licked it.
He held her cheek, enjoying the tingling sensation in his fingers for a moment, then stroked the top of her head and pressed down slightly.
She grasped his wrists with both hands, slowly releasing his thumb, and with a seductive pant, she slowly squatted down. After hesitating for a moment, she lowered her knees, straightened her body, and knelt before her master like a humble female slave.
Naga spread his legs apart, lowering his height slightly, and his erect penis swayed up and down with the power of his muscles, the glans right in front of her face.
His wet pubic hair clung to his body, and his thick, erect penis protruded straight out from the patch of black hair, like a cannon raised from the jungle.
She wiped the water off her face, turned off the shower, then cupped his scrotum in one hand and stroked the tip of his penis with the other, whispering, "Mr. Strange, yours... is so big. It feels like it's a bit difficult to take it in."
Naga leaned against the wall, looking down at her. The feeling of completely enveloping the girl beneath him subtly satisfied his male desire for dominance. He wasn't in the mood to talk to her; he simply thrust his lower body forward silently, the head of his penis gently pressing against her lips through her palm.
Those soft, petal-like lips had no choice but to open, laboriously drawing in the purplish-red, umbrella-shaped tip little by little.
Hikaru's mouth was as small as Ai's, so small that, in order to avoid her teeth, her open mouth could barely fit the thickest part of the glans.
"Ugh... I feel like my jaw is going to fall off." He spat it out for now, then awkwardly used his fingertips to evenly spread the saliva on his glans. He took a deep breath and began his second attempt.
The jaw relaxed to its limit, the lips protecting the male member squeezed between the teeth and the penis, the tongue almost had no room to move, the hard and smooth end pressed tightly against the palate, sliding in little by little.
This was by no means her first time performing oral sex on a man. Although her technique was not yet proficient, she had a very thorough understanding of men's needs and knew what methods could bring a more pleasurable experience than simple sucking and sliding.
Her lips kept moving forward, and most of Naga's penis quickly disappeared into the center of her rosy lips. After penetrating deep into her mouth, her smooth tongue became a wonderful tool for service, like a small mollusk, rubbing against the most sensitive ridge of the penis.
The normal procedure would have involved tightening the jawline and using suction and the envelopment of the lips to create a sensation similar to that of a woman's genitals. But the light didn't stop; that small face, so similar to Yui's, continued to move towards Naga's hairy legs. Until a muffled moan escaped from her nose, the tip of the glans pressed against the center of a writhing, soft opening.
The swallowing muscles are stimulated by the inserted foreign object and begin to reflexively contract and relax. The glans, squeezed in the center, is enveloped and sucked by smooth muscles. The continuous stimulation of the most sensitive area in the front begins to bring a continuous stream of pleasure.
"Haa..." Naga breathed a sigh of relief, lowering one hand to grasp Hikari's hair. This girl, who looked just like Yua, had her lips clamped around the base of his penis, her tongue diligently licking his shaft, her entire mouth filled with his genitals, her throat making soft gagging sounds as she endured to please him.
"Ugh... Ugh, huff... huff..." Her flushed face recoiled as she gasped for breath. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and said shyly, "Mr. Strange, no... Yours is too big. I... I can't hold it in. I could have lasted longer."
Naga lowered her head, and for some reason, an image uncontrollably surfaced in her mind of Yui after their marriage, of her lowering her body in the bathroom, her head slightly raised, using her lips and tongue to please Hoshina.
A flame shot violently from his lower limbs to his forehead, as if countless tiny needles were pulsating within him. He groaned in pain, startling the light in front of him.
"Did I...did I touch a tooth? Just now?" The girl looked up nervously, filled with worry about whether she had failed to provide adequate service.
"Stand up. My darling, stand up," he murmured, stroking her shoulders with both hands.
She obediently stood up, and his hands moved downwards, feeling the subtle resistance of her wet skin. His fingers enjoyed the tenderness of her youthful skin as they moved to between her legs, which were drawn inwards.
"Ugh..." Guang trembled slightly and let out a soft moan, leaning against him and gripping his arm tightly with both hands.
The sparse hair was trimmed very neatly, just like the smooth underarms, which are basic etiquette for women to maintain their image. However, this kind of etiquette is only meaningful in this kind of situation, except when wearing a swimsuit.
His fingers deftly parted the sparse pubic hair, groping their way to the most shameful place. The delicate skin folded softly among the pubic hair, and within the intricate texture, he easily found a hardened protrusion hidden within the skin. Naga lowered his head and licked her earlobe, his fingers gently stimulating her arousal.
Having experience with masturbation, as soon as his fingers began to slide around her clitoris, he let out a moan full of pleasure. His whole body went limp, and he almost hung on Naga's body, with only his lower limbs swaying gently, actively rubbing against Naga's fingers.
"Mmm...please...please be harder." Hikaru roughly stroked Naga's back, his tense thighs involuntarily parting, his swaying waist offering his wet petals to Naga's hands. "Inside...inside too..."
"Don't be so lewd!" Naga suddenly said with a hint of fierceness, then gripped Hikari's mons pubis tightly with his palm, pressing his fingers hard against the center of her petals, his thick knuckles squeezing into the narrow but moist and tender vaginal opening in an instant.
Startled, Guang shuddered, her body reflexively tensing up. The resulting muscle contraction caused her core to shrink inward. This intensified the sensation from the invading fingers; the rough fingertips pressed against the highly sensitive area that had bulged out after the contraction, sending waves of pleasure through the area known as the G-spot.
But she dared not show it; she could only bite her lower lip and desperately endure it.
This appearance pleased Naga, whose mood was somewhat twisted. He lowered his head, panting, and nibbled at her lips, prying open her teeth with his tongue and kissing her again.
As their wet tongues intertwined, his fingers dug forcefully.
The sensitive G-spot was pressed quickly and forcefully, and the pleasure, so different from that of the vagina and clitoris, was rapid and impactful. Hikaru let out a muffled groan from behind her nose, and her mouth involuntarily tightened, sucking on Naga's tongue tightly.
Warm, slippery nectar flowed out as his fingers dug and prodded, turning her tight vaginal opening into a fountain of pleasure awaiting male intrusion. While continuing to enjoy her cherry lips, he withdrew his hands and placed them on her swollen breasts, playing with her already hardened and erect nipples. At the same time, he lowered his waist and moved his body to insert his erect penis between her slightly trembling legs.
"Ugh...ugh..." As if reminding himself not to be too lewd, he just kept making soft moans, his legs naturally spreading open with his strength.
The thick, fleshy penis slid in close to her mons pubis, pressing against her lubricated cleft, rubbing against the ravine that had been completely controlled by lust.
"Mmm! Mmm..." The moving penis stimulated the woman's delicate bud just right. The clitoris, which was peeking out from under the foreskin, trembled with pleasure because of the touch, and waves of sweet current flowed through every muscle in her body.
She dared not shout out loud, nor dared she twist her waist to express her joy; she could only endure, transforming her pent-up emotions into the power of kisses.
His fingers had already explored the inside; there was no troublesome membrane, so there was no need to worry. Naga gave Hikari's tongue a passionate suck, then pulled back and led her toward the bathtub.
"Strange sir, please, please come in slowly, it's too big... I... I'm afraid I can't take it." Guang said in a pitiful tone, obediently lowering his head and bending over, supporting himself on the edge of the bathtub with his hands, straightening his legs and lifting his soft, round buttocks upwards, his wet, honeyed hole raised higher than his head, trembling slightly, waiting for him.
He stared at her delicate genitals, imagining what another similar naked body would look like in a similar place. He stroked her buttocks and moved closer, guiding his penis towards her.
With the help of a large amount of love honey, the elastic secret shell was easily expanded to its limit, and the tender flesh full of wrinkles writhed tensely. As Naga went deeper, a thin, trembling cry flowed from Hikari's mouth, and her legs trembled as if they had lost their strength, almost causing her to kneel down.
Of course, Naga wouldn't let her fall. He gripped her slender waist tightly, her light, naked body completely under his control. He stroked her forward with satisfaction, pinching and kneading her swollen nipples, his buttocks beginning to sway rhythmically.
"Ahhh... um, strange man... you, you're going to... stretch me open... woo..." Perhaps because her previous boyfriends had never had such a size, after entering deep inside, his penis felt like it was entering a virgin's body, pushing aside the layers of tender flesh that were folded together. She gasped for breath and whispered, her forehead pressed against her hands, her body swaying back and forth with Naga's thrusts.
Whether it was realistic acting or a genuine reaction, Naga thrust twice suddenly, then her movements became gentler.
"Ah! Ah... Waaah, my knees... my knees are so weak..." The gentle friction created waves of pleasure in her honeypot, and she let out a suppressed groan as her body went limp and fell downwards.
Naga pressed down on her back, lowering his body along with her. She was still holding onto the edge of the bathtub, but her weak knees had to kneel on the hard tiles. Naga spread his legs, half-squatting and half-standing, straddling her high buttocks, and gradually increased the frequency of his thrusts.
"Mmm! Mmm... Mmm... Mmm ah!" The hard object inside her suddenly changed its rhythm and angle. The penis, which had been pulled out to the outermost side, chose to penetrate from a more rearward angle, as if it had been pried up by the perineum. The entire penis rolled over the tender upper wall of the honey hole in one go. Each time it rolled over like this, Guang Shushang trembled all over. The lewd moans that were stuck in her mouth had to be suppressed into a high-pitched groan like a bird with its mouth gagged.
Although the pace slowed, each thrust was a small climax. The sore lower body accumulated a sweet pleasure that made her stiffen as she played with it. Her mouth, which was biting her fingers, tightened, and her other hand couldn't help but reach into the bathtub, slapping the water surface with each thrust.
"Slutty girl…" Naga said breathlessly, pinching her swaying nipple, pressing his strong body tightly against hers, and then, maintaining this clinging position, began to move rapidly.
A blissful shiver emanated from the deepest part of her vulva, accompanied by a gush of slippery nectar. Her flower core convulsed violently, even her uterus contracted. She gripped the edge of the vulva tightly with both hands, her high-pitched voice exploding with the approach of climax, "I'm coming...I'm coming...ahhhhhh..."