A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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Jingu Makoto naturally wouldn't refuse. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, while simultaneously lifting her soft body and placing her on the soft bed.

With his skill in undressing, Jingu Makoto quickly removed the armor from the two of them, while his hands slid down their snow-white collarbones.

The moment you touch it, it feels like you're being embraced by a marshmallow; the soft, fluffy texture makes you want to take a bite.

Then, bringing their five fingers together from bottom to top, they pinched the two red agates and began to rhythmically rub and play with them.

"what--"

An indescribable stimulation caused Yuna Tsubakihara to let out a melodious and beautiful warbling cry from her lips.

Two thin, milky-white lines spilled out, and the air was filled with the aroma of milk.

Having discovered an even more delicious food, Makoto Jingu did not delay. He released the girl's lips, then lowered his head and greedily drank from it.

"Um……"

As Jingu Makoto increased the pressure, a familiar tingling and itchy sensation emanated from her, and Tsubakihara Yuna's breathing gradually became more rapid.

Meanwhile, Tsubakihara Nina watched this scene with a somewhat jealous expression.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen it, she still felt a little envious every time she saw her sister's amazing physique.

She also wanted Chengjun to be held in her arms like a little child.

With mixed feelings, Tsubakihara Nina leaned in, opened her cherry-like mouth, and gently sucked on it.

Ah, that smells so familiar...

"Ah! Rina, what happened to you too..."

Yuna Tsubaki looked at the man and woman who were lying on her chest, sucking hard.

The strange feeling made her dizzy and unable to think.

Just then, another place was suddenly attacked, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"ah--!!!"

It turned out that while Jingu Makoto was drinking milk, one of his large hands moved downwards, skillfully slipping through the city gate.

Like an excavator, it gently yet rapidly dug and pried at the fertile land, creating large splashes of water.

At this moment, Yuna Tsubakihara's breathing became erratic, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, and her delicate skin glowed with a faint pink. Clearly, this was her first time soaring to the clouds tonight.

Looking at the beautiful scenery before him, Makoto Jingu showed an expression of admiration, then aimed at Yuna Tsubakihara, who was already prepared—

"Pfft..."

Everything was incredibly smooth...

"Um……"

Experiencing an unprecedented sense of fullness, Yuna Tsubakihara felt her entire body trembling with joy.

Her slender waist swayed gently, instinctively adjusting to the most suitable angle, while Jingu Makoto's movements became increasingly fluid and powerful.

Each time, I completely detach myself, leaving only the slightest connection, which brings out a moist sheen.

Then, without hesitation, they sank deep inside, fitting together perfectly.

They made a crisp crackling sound as they collided with each other.

"Ah...ah..."

Yuna Tsubaki sang in a sweet voice, feeling as if her consciousness was leaving her body and soaring to even higher clouds than before.

Her delicate body suddenly tensed up, and all the muscles in her body worked together to squeeze Xiaocheng-chan frantically.

Nina Tsubakihara kept a close eye on the situation on the field and knew that it was about to end.

So she came up behind Jingu Makoto, pressed her full heart against his back, gently rubbing it while reaching out to hug him, caressing his firm abs and chest.

Finally, Makoto Jingu could no longer restrain himself and, in the deepest part of the palace, he completed a thoroughly satisfying release.

"Hmm...kimoji—"

Yuna Tsubakihara stared at the ceiling with a dreamy look in her eyes, savoring the lingering joy.

"Chengjun, it's my turn now..."

Upon hearing Tsubakihara Nina's enthusiastic call, Jingu Makoto quickly turned around.

She was kneeling on the bed at some point, her two firm, bouncy breasts sticking out high.

Seeing this, Makoto Jingu dispatched two scouts to probe the climate, temperature, and humidity of the checkpoint ahead...

"what……"

Although the path was muddy and slippery after the rain, it was just right for Jingu Makoto's army to pass through, making it easier to catch the enemy off guard.

Therefore, Makoto Jingu didn't provoke them for long. After confirming that the temperature and humidity ahead were suitable for passage, he began to slowly advance his army.

"Oh--"

The familiar feeling made Tsubakihara Nina's lips part slightly, and she let out a long sigh.

Jingu Seiya couldn't help but squint his eyes; he felt as if he were in a sauna, about to melt.

Knowing that Nina's physical abilities were better than Yuna's, Makoto Jingu showed no mercy and went all out.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp collision sound was mixed with the girl's muffled groans, like a beautiful symphony.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm—"

Behind them, as Jingu Makoto slammed on the gas, the speed and frequency of the acceleration continued to increase.

Clear engine oil was continuously overflowing from the fuel tank...

Tsubakihara Nina's eyes were glazed over, her little face showing contentment, and intermittent sounds escaped from her lips.

"Mmm...so...beautiful!"

She felt like a rock in a raging storm, about to be washed away by the waves at any moment.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

The ambiguous sounds lingered in the room, gradually bringing Tsubakihara Yuna, who was standing nearby, back to her senses.

"Waaah... I... want—!" Tsubakihara Nina's body trembled slightly, and the Jade Gate began to close, trying to cut off Jingu Makoto's army in half.

Not only that, Tsubakihara Nina also arranged a water attack, a strong and warm tide poured over the army.

Jingu Makoto understood that Tsubakihara Nina had run out of options.

So, he seized Tsubakihara Nina's Jade Gate Pass, and with a low roar, his army stormed in and completely captured it.

Afterwards, Jingu Makoto withdrew and prepared to rest.

However, the older sister on the other side saw her younger sister being bullied, so she stepped forward, grabbed Jingu Makoto's weak spot, and prepared to teach her a lesson.

Jingu Makoto refused to back down, raising his head high and fiercely insisting on fighting again.

……

And so, the three of them exercised from night until the early hours of the next morning, until the Tsubakihara sisters were completely exhausted, and finally they fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 83 Yumiko's Fantasy

Weekend at the Kimura family home.

Yumiko Kimura is holding a vacuum cleaner and cleaning her bedroom.

Today she was wearing a simple loungewear outfit, a white shirt and a dark skirt clinging to her skin, highlighting her curves.

However, a pink apron hanging in front of her clothes completely obscured this beautiful scenery.

Perhaps it was the hot weather, or perhaps it was the exhaustion from cleaning, but Kimura Yumiko's thin clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to her back.

She breathed softly, reached out to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and then continued to bend over and slide across the floor.

The cushioning pad, wider than shoulder width, swayed gracefully with the slow movement of the waist.

Suddenly, a booklet was pulled out from under the bed by the vacuum cleaner.

Yumiko Kimura let out a soft "hmm" and bent down to pick up the booklet.

"...Little H-book?"

Yumiko's cheeks immediately flushed red.

Although she hadn't opened it yet, just by looking at the cover, she already knew what it was.

Yumiko Kimura peered under the bed and discovered several stacks of booklets.

There's more than one book! There are so many!

So is that why Takayuki and she sleep in separate rooms?

She put the vacuum cleaner aside, then sat on the edge of the bed, trembling as she opened the booklet in her hands.

"This, this is all about BL..." Looking at the intense battle scenes inside, Kimura Yumiko's pupils suddenly contracted, and her cherry-like mouth opened wide.

Although reason told her she should let it go, the images seemed to have a magical power that drew her to continue browsing.

As you turn the pages, your fingers unconsciously become deeply engrossed in them.

The melodious and moving singing echoed in the bedroom...

"Uh-huh……"

Yumiko Kimura's face was as rosy as a peach blossom. In a daze, the two figures in the booklet in her hand suddenly changed their appearance, becoming her and—

"King Jingu...King Jingu!..."

She murmured a name softly, but it wasn't her husband, Takayuki, but the boy who had helped her on the train that day, Makoto Jingu.

The thought made her feel embarrassed, but her body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Why? Am I a promiscuous woman?

Yumiko Kimura didn't understand, or rather, she didn't want to understand that wonderful taste.

She gradually became immersed in it, letting herself dance the gesture dance.

She twisted her waist on the bed, her buttocks involuntarily thrusting upwards.

Yumiko Kimura was completely immersed in her own world—

Jingu-kun, he was like a ferocious tiger, kissing her cheeks, caressing her slender waist, kneading her...

He also wanted to bring that...into, olive...her...

Gradually, the booklet was turned to the last page, and Yumiko Kimura's voice became increasingly hurried.

Accompanied by a mournful cry, it seemed as if the faucet in the room had broken, or as if a fragile dam had collapsed.

The sudden acceleration of the water flow and the sound of her breathing mingled together, sending her flying into the distance.

"Huh, huh..."

She lay on the bed, panting heavily, and as her arm fell limply to her side, the booklet also fell onto the bed.

Just then, a photograph floated out and landed right on Yumiko Kimura's tender heart.

"What?!" Kimura Yumiko snorted, seemingly disturbed, and picked up the photo.

"This……"

What came into view was a photo of her husband and a scantily clad woman.

Her outfit looks exactly like the female character in the book.

Yumiko Kimura seemed to understand something. She suppressed the tingling sensation in her body and took out the booklets from under the bed, carefully flipping through them.

Sure enough, every book contained similar photos—photos of Takayuki and female cosplayers.

Yumiko Kimura lay back down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling only sadness in her heart.

The sad thing is that she has no appeal to her husband at all, not even as much as these doujinshi and female cosplayers.

Perhaps this marriage was a mistake.

As if she had made up her mind, she took out her phone and tapped it lightly with her fingertip.