What exactly did Shimokawa Miku mean...? Naga sat cross-legged, holding the mirror he'd borrowed from his mother, repeatedly looking at his face. He'd been working for half a month, and after getting used to grooming himself, his face didn't look so bad. If you broadened the criteria, he could actually be considered somewhat handsome.
So... is Miku hinting that he should pursue her? He scratched his already messed-up hair, his mind a jumbled mess like that of a naive young boy.
Well... that's impossible. She's probably just stuck with a gay boss and hasn't had a male colleague she can talk to in a long time. If you're really foolish enough to pursue her, you'll definitely end up with a card that says, "Sorry, you're a good person."
I'll consider Maeda Reiko and the others. Anyway, if he just wants to sleep with beautiful women, Koga Yu can definitely fulfill that wish, and he's excellent at it.
Come to think of it... it's been more than half a month since I last dreamed. Naga looked at the ceiling from under the covers with a touch of nostalgia, then closed her eyes drowsily.
After a familiar feeling of weightlessness, Naga sat up in surprise.
He hadn't thought about anything before going to sleep this time, and he had no idea what he would dream about. Given the realism of his dreams these days, what if he had a terrible nightmare and couldn't wake up like Nami?
Looking around, all I saw were ordinary pieces of furniture and appliances, all dazzlingly new. The place was a very ordinary apartment; the walls were freshly painted, and a huge wedding photo hung on one of them. A wedding photo!
Wedding photos?
He stared wide-eyed at the very Western-style wedding photo. In it, a beautiful girl, smiling adorably, wore a breathtaking white dress, one hand holding up her skirt, the other around the man's neck, her forehead resting on his shoulder, as if she were being affectionate.
He rubbed his eyes, not because he was unsure if the woman in the wedding dress was Shimokawa Miku, but because he couldn't believe that the other person in the photo was himself.
In the photo, Naga is wearing a sharp silver-gray suit, and his facial expression is very unnatural, as if he is too nervous and his facial muscles are completely stiff. His smile is no better than Frankenstein's.
Hmm... why am I lying on a sofa in the living room of a house that looks like a newlywed's home? Am I married? And the bride is Miku?
Sure enough… Miku's clear voice came from the bedroom. Although she was as lively as usual, there was an alluring shyness in her voice. "Darling, haven't you rested enough?" She paused, then continued with even more shyness, "You said you would help me take off my wedding dress yourself, and I've been waiting for you for so long…"
Take off...take off the wedding dress? The image of Miku's full breasts immediately flashed through Naga's mind. She rubbed her nose, suppressing the itchy feeling that threatened to cause a nosebleed, and quickly got up, agreeing and running over.
Upon opening the bedroom door, Naga couldn't help but freeze in place.
The bedroom was carpeted and decorated in a warm, Western style. Miku stood with her back to him, holding up the hem of her white wedding dress. Beneath the lifted skirt, her soft, white feet were revealed; her ankles were slender, and her calves had beautiful, graceful lines. Just looking at those bare feet, Naga began to feel a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen.
The wedding dress was a typical design, nothing particularly innovative. The low-cut style created a beautiful view from behind, and below the casually secured bun, her slender neck parted, its smooth curves outlining her alluring shoulders. Miku must have just taken a bath; her delicate skin was glistening with moisture, shimmering under the bedroom light.
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about... I've been waiting for you." Miku turned her head to look at him, her face flushed with a blush that seemed to be a mixture of shyness and anger, adding a touch of allure to her usual lively demeanor.
"Uh..." Feeling her throat go dry, Naga took a small step behind Miku and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Um... Shimokawa-senpai..."
"Hey, hey." Miku stared at him strangely, a mischievous smile on her face. "I told you not to drink so much at the wedding. She's already resigned, but you keep calling her 'senpai' and... and I... I'm already Yumeno Miku, aren't I..." She turned her head away embarrassedly at the end.
Yumeno Miku… the bride of the Yumeno family. A surge of warmth welled up in Naga's heart, making his eyes sting. So, even a man like him could have a woman willing to spend her life with him? If only this dream would never end, he thought, as his hands slid down to embrace the slender waist beneath the wedding dress, and he lowered his head, showering Miku's soft shoulders with delicate kisses.
"Mmm..." Miku obediently leaned against him, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her wedding dress, her body trembling slightly with nervousness.
Knowing it was a dream, Naga naturally had no interest in the details of the wedding. He quickly immersed himself in the experience. Miku still smelled faintly of orange from her shower gel, giving her a fresh, girlish scent. He kissed her greedily, his tongue licking up and down the side of her neck.
"Mmm... Darling, it's so... itchy." As she said this, Miku tilted her head to expose the area under her ears more clearly. This subtle tingling and itching did not make her feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, it was a strange pleasure that went with the tide of passion.
The wedding dress had a slightly firm design at the chest, seemingly to support the breasts. Through the fabric, Naga tentatively placed his hand on it. Having just taken a shower and put on the wedding dress, Miku didn't have any nipple covers on her chest. With a little pressure, he could fully feel the elasticity of her full, youthful breasts.
"You pervert..." Miku breathed heavily, her sensitive area on the side of her neck being attacked repeatedly, making her almost unable to stand. "He...he even said he would personally help me take off my wedding dress."
"Miku…" He gently nibbled on her earlobe and kissed her cheek, "You look so beautiful in your wedding dress."
"You're always saying nice things..." Miku turned her face shyly, her soft red lips pressing against his.
"Mmm..." Naga brazenly sucked on Miku's tongue, his tongue invading every part of her mouth with a slightly rough manner. Miku groaned in a muffled voice, her hands twisting her wedding dress helplessly.
The beauty and convenience of a wedding dress are completely inversely proportional. Naga, who couldn't wait to touch Miku's legs, tried to maintain the kissing position and reached down, but he couldn't lift the white dress covered with lace.
"Don't...don't you want to take it off?" Miku turned her head slightly away and asked him breathlessly.
Naga excitedly stroked her round buttocks through the wedding dress and nodded. "Yes, I want you to wear it tonight. I've dreamed for a long time of having the woman I love wear a wedding dress and make love to me."
Blushing even more at his explicit words, Miku bent down, grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands, and slowly pulled it up.
The pristine white veil rose, revealing long, shapely, and beautiful bare legs. As the front part of the skirt reached her waist, the back of the skirt was almost up to her thighs. Miku stopped, embarrassed, and pulled the excess skirt to her front, clutching it in her hands. She lowered her head shyly and said, "Now... now is okay..."
Naga squatted down, hugged Miku's legs, and tentatively pressed her tongue against the inside of her knee, gently sliding it.
"Ugh..." Miku shuddered, gasped, and moved forward uneasily, holding her skirt with one hand and supporting herself on the edge of the bed with the other.
He licked her smooth thigh, his gaze drifting upwards. The inside of her gauze skirt was dimly lit, but it was enough to make out the general outline of her slightly parted crotch. His eyes glazed over, his Adam's apple bobbing. He was certain he wasn't mistaken; Miku was wearing only a wedding dress!
The tightly closed petals were exposed directly before his eyes, and the curled, dark pubic hair looked so alluring. He couldn't wait to lift the white veil behind her thighs and kiss her upwards. His lips quickly passed over the taut back of her thighs, the muscles in her buttocks tensing with his kisses. As his tongue approached the full peaks of her buttocks, Miku's voice trembled, "I...I don't understand anything, you...you can't laugh at me."
"How could that be..." Naga answered casually, his breath slowly moving towards the hollow in the center of his buttocks. The wedding dress covered his head, making the light inside very dim, but in this situation, the unclear vision actually increased the feeling of passion.
"Ugh..." Miku let out a soft moan, her feet rising on tiptoe, her two long, beautiful legs straightening instantly.
Unfortunately, Naga, who was so engrossed in the delicious taste of the smooth and tender flesh, could not stop licking and kissing. His lips were pressed tightly against the plump genitals that exuded a faint feminine scent, and his long tongue stirred in the entrance of the tightly clenched honey pot.
"Ugh... I hate it... It's so sour..." Miku whimpered as she leaned down, her knees buckling as she half-knelt, hanging precariously over the edge of the bed. Every time Naga's tongue swirled around, her body would involuntarily twitch slightly.
His tongue felt the warm, slippery nectar flowing to the entrance of her vagina. Wanting to see this beautiful sight with his own eyes, Naga pushed Miku's body closer to the edge of the bed and lifted her gauze skirt up to her waist in one go, revealing her tender, white, and sexy buttocks. He used both hands to forcefully spread her fleshy mounds apart and greedily stared at the tender stream in the center of the separated valley.
The pale pink labia glistened, enclosing the shy, pinkish vaginal opening. Perhaps ashamed of being looked at like this, the muscles between her thighs contracted tensely, causing her delicate anus to pulsate as if breathing.
"Miku... I'm coming." His penis was so swollen it felt like it was about to burst. Naga swallowed hard, pulled down his pants, and pressed down on him from behind.
Miku, clinging tightly to the sheets by the bedside, her body stiff with tension, yet she still tenderly tried to spread her legs as wide as possible. "Honey...you...you have to be gentle..."
His tongue had already discovered that Miku was still a virgin. Naga carefully pressed the tip of his glans into the smooth entrance to paradise. Because he was suppressing the urge to penetrate deeply, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Her virgin instincts caused Miku to gasp and lean forward, her buttocks swaying like a startled rabbit as she tried to escape the intrusion of the penis.
He gripped Miku's waist tightly from under her wedding dress, panting as he said, "Miku, please bear with it."
Her body trembled violently, but Miku tried her best to relax her waist. She turned her head to the side and forced a smile at Naga. "If it hurts too much... I... I might bite you."
"Hmm... your lower mouth is already clenched tight enough." Naga thought to himself as he pushed his penis forward a little. The velvety texture gripped the glans tightly, making his back ache. The tightness made penetration difficult, but he couldn't just play around at the vaginal opening until he ejaculated. Naga took a breath, stroked Miku's buttocks, and spread her legs a little wider.
"Does it...do it need to be even bigger?" Miku looked at him, puzzled, hesitated, then lifted one knee and placed it on the bed, blushing as she asked, "Would that make it easier?"
She must have watched AVs to prepare. Naga looked at Taoyuan, who was now even more open because of this position, and his lust was almost robbing him of the gentleness he was barely maintaining.
This time, the thick glans smoothly passed through the tightly clenched entrance. As the tender flesh was forced open, Miku cried out in pain, and the knee of the leg standing by the bed trembled.
"Does it hurt a lot?" The glans could feel something blocking it, but that fragile barrier was easy to break through. Naga held her beautiful buttocks and looked at Miku, whose face had turned pale from holding back the pain, with some heartache.
Her vagina was too delicate and tight for a woman of her age, not only because she had never had experience, but also because it was naturally shallow and narrow.
"I...I'm much better, it's alright. Please...please come in..." As if determined not to let their wedding night be interrupted, Miku buried her face in the sheets and said in a muffled voice.
Naga's patience had reached its limit. This was just a dream, and it would be foolish to dwell on it. He placed his hands under Miku's armpits, looking at the half-naked beauty beneath him, her wedding dress disheveled and wrapped around her waist. In a blissful dizziness, he thrust his hips forward until they pressed against Miku's buttocks.
"Waaah..." Miku let out a muffled groan, her foot lying on the side of the bed curled up tightly, her hands twisting the sheets, her fingers turning white.
Naga groaned with pleasure. Although his foreskin was being pulled so hard it hurt, the immense psychological and physical satisfaction made the pain seem insignificant. He pressed himself against Miku, caressing her firm breasts from the side, and began to thrust in and out gently.
"Woo! Woo! Woo woof..." Miku cried out like a puppy as Naga thrust into her. Annoyed, she turned and grabbed Naga's arm, biting it hard. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Ugh, it hurts... Why does it hurt so much, woo woof..."
"It'll be over soon. Really." Naga tried to distract himself and coax her, his body automatically increasing its speed under the stimulation of her tight honey pot.
"It's so swollen...it's going to burst. Ahh...it's so big..." Miku groaned in anguish, her peach-like buttocks swaying as she tried to get away. But at this moment, in this position, a woman's body was like a butterfly in a specimen box, firmly nailed to the edge of the bed by the penis.
Naga excitedly grabbed Miku's breasts, lifted her upper body, and thrust even harder.
The wedding dress fell to the point where the two were joined, and the blood from the broken hymen immediately stained the white dress with cherry red.
Grabbing Miku's arm and swaying his body like riding a horse, Naga, bursting with lust, enjoyed the tender, moistened passage of Hatsumi with the force of wanting to penetrate her completely. Every time his abdomen slapped against her buttocks with a crisp sound, his glans could feel the pleasure of the soft yet hard cervix rubbing against it.
"No...don't be so intense...ah...it hurts, and it's so numb..." Because her arms were pulled back, her upper body leaned forward, making her breasts stand out even more. With the man's violent movements, her snow-white breasts swayed heavily back and forth.
"Miku, your body is amazing, I just can't stop." Naga exclaimed sincerely, her eyes fixed on the penis that was moving rapidly back and forth in the center of the fleshy buttocks under the wedding dress.
"But...it feels so uncomfortable down there, it's getting...ah! Ahh...it's getting sore...Ugh...I really need to go to the toilet." The woman's body, experiencing sensual pleasure for the first time, began to writhe instinctively. Miku groaned in confusion, her hands gripping Naga's arm with difficulty.
Miku, who had been turned over, was a little bewildered. After her feet were hoisted onto Naga's shoulders, she turned her head away shyly, her flushed cheeks spreading all the way to her ears.
Holding her smooth thighs, Naga began to thrust her final blow into the depths of her honeyed orifice, which became even more enchanting as her legs were raised and brought together.
"Ah...ahhh! No...my body...my body feels so strange, ah...I'm going to float up! Mmm...ahhh...woo..." As if blessed by the god of lust in a dream, her inexperienced body, penetrated by a thick penis for the first time, actually reached orgasm amidst the pain. Miku was startled by her own wanton moans, and frantically lifted her wedding dress and bit down on it, "Mmm..."
Miku's seductive and lustful expression completely shattered Naga's defenses, which he hadn't intended to defend. He lunged forward, ripped the wedding dress from her mouth, and kissed her, sucking hard on her smooth little tongue. His penis began to throb and ejaculate deep inside her excited and spasming honey pot.
"Mmm..." With her hands and feet tightly wrapped around Naga's body, Miku closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as her body tensed. Her trembling flower chamber contracted in pleasure, once again gushing out sweet nectar.