At the Obata house, on the living room sofa, Mu Xiaoxiao leaned back and made a call on his phone. The beautiful lady with long red hair beside him was held in his arms, not daring to breathe for fear of making a sound.
"Xiaoxiao, where are you? Aren't you coming back?"
It was Kisaragi Anna on the phone, but Mu Xiaoxiao could also hear Chisato's breathing. The two girls probably had their ears pressed to the phone, listening to him talk.
Mu Xiaoxiao's hand reached behind Mrs. Natsumi's neck. While hugging her, his palm fell on the beautiful married woman's chest. The sexy nightdress was extremely thin—it couldn't block his hand.
"Anna-chan, I'm not coming back today." Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the time. It was almost evening. He'd spent a happy day at this married woman's house without realizing it. He turned his head and glanced at the obedient, docile Mrs. Natsumi in his arms.
Because he was on the phone, she didn't say a word. She didn't make a sound. She didn't dare breathe. She was unexpectedly cute.
Did she think the girl on the phone was his girlfriend? Was that why she didn't dare speak?
"Eh?!"
Kisaragi Anna and Chisato had stayed at Mu Xiaoxiao's house all day today, waiting for him. Even though they loved spending time with him, they also wanted to do normal couple things—like dating or something...
It wasn't easy to have a weekend off. They'd been looking forward to a date with Xiaoxiao. And he wasn't coming home?
The white-haired gyaru was lying on Mu Xiaoxiao's bed at that moment, nearly throwing the pillow that smelled like him. But Chisato squeezed over and spoke suspiciously into the phone.
"Xiaoxiao~ You're not out doing bad things again, are you?"
As expected of Chisato—she guessed right. Mu Xiaoxiao's hand paused for a moment, then continued ravaging the married woman in his arms. He reached in directly from her smooth, attractive collarbone neckline.
Mrs. Natsumi leaned her head on the young man's shoulder. Her provocative hair brushed against his cheeks and nose. Her body fragrance was deep. She bit her lip tightly, trying to restrain her voice.
Until his finger slid across her tip. Obata Natsumi's body shook violently. Finally, she couldn't hold back.
"Hmm—"
After moaning, she quickly covered her mouth. But it was too late.
"Xiaoxiao! You really are doing something bad!" Chisato yelled. "I heard it! There's a woman's voice next to you!"
"Why does having a woman next to me mean I'm doing something bad? Can't it be me normally pursuing a beautiful woman?"
Mu Xiaoxiao complained.
"Huh? Could it be that Xiaoxiao, you're pursuing a girl normally?"
'Xiaoxiao actually used normal methods to pursue a girl? Her youth is over!'
"Not exactly..." Mu Xiaoxiao glanced at the married woman who bowed her head in shyness.
"I knew it."
Chisato covered her face.
"Chi-chan, I can't come back now. I'll come back tomorrow to be with you two."
"Well... You have to come back tomorrow. Otherwise, Anna-chan and I will be lonely."
"It's just one day, isn't it?" Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed his brows. He didn't know if being so wanted and depended on by girls was a good or bad thing.
"Idiot. Girls in love get lonely easily. We long for company. Besides... even if you do bad things, Xiaoxiao, don't overdo it. You might kill a woman like that."
Chisato spoke like a virtuous wife, constantly exhorting Mu Xiaoxiao.
"I have self-control."
After hanging up, he looked down and found the married woman in his arms was about to be squeezed dry. Her eyes were full of spring. Her slender, white, smooth arms wrapped around the boy's neck. She exhaled warmly.
"Mu-kun, was that... your girlfriend?"
"...That's right." Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, then didn't deny it.
"Why did she say you were doing something bad?"
'Hm?'
Mu Xiaoxiao pinched her chin with a smile and raised her face. "Mrs. Natsumi, aren't we doing something bad right now?"
"No way. Of course not." Obata Natsumi's eyes were covered with a layer of spring light. Youthful breath enveloped her. The married woman's brain grew dizzy. The desire in her body ignited.
"Because Mu-kun saved me. I'm just thanking Mu-kun."
"And now? The thanks are over, right?" Mu Xiaoxiao noticed the young woman in his arms wanted more. But this time, he didn't attack. He withdrew his hand, leaving Mrs. Natsumi desperate.
The itching was unbearable.
"Because... because Mu-kun agreed to my husband's request, didn't he?" Obata Natsumi kept rubbing her plump body against his chest. She gritted her teeth and boldly grabbed his hand, placing it on her chest.
"You said you'd take care of me."
"...Indeed. But those words came from your mouth, Mrs. Natsumi. Which means you admit you want me to satisfy your desires?"
"..."
Obata Natsumi's pupils shrank. Her cheeks burned with extreme shame. She knew she wanted him to satisfy her desires. But how could he say such shameless words?
'It's all Mu-kun's fault. If he hadn't flipped the switch, I wouldn't be like this...'
Just as Obata Natsumi was about to brush it off, the front door opened. A girlish voice like silver bells rang out. "I'm home! Mom? Do we have guests?"
The voice belonged to a young girl. She saw a pair of strange shoes at the entrance and thought there was a visitor.
"It's Yui." Mrs. Natsumi immediately recognized her daughter Obata Yui's voice. She tried to go greet her daughter, but Mu Xiaoxiao held her tight.
He didn't let go.
Mrs. Natsumi glanced at the boy still stroking her. He was about the same age as her daughter. Her cheeks flushed, but her struggling weakened.
"Mom, do we have guests..."
Before she finished, her voice cut off abruptly. The red-haired beautiful girl who'd just stepped into the living room saw a strange boy in the room—around her own age.
That wasn't the point. The point was her mother, wearing a sexy nightdress, with a docile, shy face, leaning against that boy's arms in a charming manner.
Obata Yui was shocked.
She felt her mind struck by lightning!
"Mom?! Mom?! Mom?!"
'Wait, what's going on? What is Mom doing? Who is that person? Why is Mom snuggling into his arms like that—in such an intimate gesture? That guy's hand is even inside her nightdress!'
'He... what is he doing?!'
Obata Yui, caught off guard by this scene, was dumbfounded.
"Yui, I'm not done here tonight. You should go wash your hands and rest..."
"Mom! Is that the point?! Explain this to me! Who is he?!"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Mu-kun. The boy I met on the tram. He's about your age." Mrs. Natsumi faced her daughter's surprised gaze with a natural expression. She turned her head coquettishly and glanced at the boy hugging her.
The hands inside her clothes made her breathe heavier. In front of her daughter, this bad boy~
Obata Yui was confused. 'Why can you introduce him so calmly, Mother? Do you know what you're doing right now?'
"What are you doing?! And you—let go of my mom!!"