After sending Haruno off last night, he returned to his guest room to clean up the mess and help Yukino clean her body. He was busy until midnight before finally being able to rest and sleep.
Ryo Asakura didn't understand why a nice trip had turned out like this. Both the mother and daughter had been intimate with him in one day. Just thinking about the Shura scene that would occur when they learned of each other's affairs gave him a splitting headache.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was usually the most reasonable person, but if she knew that he had been intimate with Haruno at the Yukinoshita residence, it was hard to say whether her previous statements would still hold true.
Not to mention Yukino, her stubborn personality would likely lead her to do anything surprising.
As for Nanao Akane and Kotonoha Katsura, who were still waiting for him to return to Tokyo, the number of women around him was increasing, and the chances of them meeting would become greater in the future. Fortunately, with his sensitive skin, he could at least satisfy them in that aspect without any pressure. He had no fear even if they took turns. With this thought, Ryo Asakura fell asleep with a slight worry.
...
What rises in the morning may not be the sun, it may also be the red flag. What gets wet in the morning may not be the leaves, it may also be the lips.
Ryo Asakura was slowly awakened by waves of wet licking, and he saw Mrs. Yukinoshita with delicate makeup. She was sticking out her sweet little tongue and constantly stroking his cheek.
Upon seeing Ryo Asakura wake up, the lady's eyes lit up, and she leaned down even further to kiss the boy. The first kiss of the morning was gentle and lingering. They only separated slowly when her breath became difficult, leaving behind a trail of crystal saliva that sparkled in the sun.
"Madam, why are you here?" Ryo Asakura asked softly, afraid of waking up the naked Yukino beside him. Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled charmingly and said:
"Of course, I came to see you because I missed Asakura so much that I couldn't sleep. And dear, do you think I look good in this outfit?"
Ryo Asakura almost dropped his jaw in shock. The mature and beautiful woman was wearing their school uniform. The white shirt was pulled tightly, creating a majestic appearance. The buttons seemed unable to bear the weight. The light blue bow tie at her collar added a touch of youthfulness.
She wore a black pleated skirt, revealing her plump and slender thighs, the dazzling whiteness of which was brighter than the sunlight.
"Of course, it looks good on you, Madam, but where did you get this school uniform?"
Ryo Asakura gently broke free from Yukino's arms, stood up, hugged Mrs. Yukinoshita who was lying limp in his arms, and put his nose on her neck to inhale her rich and fragrant body scent.
"Ah, I secretly took Yukino's school uniform and tried it on for Asakura-kun. Do you like it?"
Ryo naturally liked it. The vibrant red flag was fluttering in the wind. When he heard that his mother had secretly worn her daughter's clothes to satisfy her man, the person he disliked most was probably Yang Wei.
Mrs. Yukinoshita bent down charmingly and began her morning service. Her little hands seemed a little anxious as she unbuttoned his clothes. She knew that time was running out and she needed to seize the opportunity to finish her work.
"Ah... I like it, but Madam, can we move to another place? Yukino might wake up at any time next to us."
"Pu-ci-pu-ci...Asakura is so big, without the help of additional side dishes, I'm afraid a little time won't be enough to satisfy you.
So just stay here, and I will be quiet and not make any noise."
Mrs. Yukinoshita smeared fragrant lubricant to make the red flag more bright and majestic. Seeing that the 'chicken' was mature, she gently took off the last layer of protection.
She slowly brought the enemy troops into her sphere of influence with her skirt, and her snow-white throat couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. The fire that had been burning all night seemed to be driven to the end and suppressed in an instant.
Why had Mrs. Yukinoshita come over early in the morning wearing Yukino's clothes? All the reasons could be attributed to what had happened in the hotel the previous afternoon, which had aroused her. From then on, she couldn't stop. She had rolled around in bed all night and couldn't sleep. She was so burning with desire that she could no longer bear it.
"That's how Yukino used Asakura-kun last night. I really envy her for being able to stay the night openly."
Mrs. Yukinoshita sat cross-legged on his strong thighs, secretly exerting force on her waist, trying to complete some yoga moves.
The black pleated skirt began to flutter lightly, up and down, full of rhythm and beauty.
Holding Ryo Asakura's hands and supporting her slender waist like a willow branch, as long as he moved slightly upwards, he could easily enter the beautiful paradise full of fruits.
Madam, you have used it more times than Yukino, so don't be the 'thief' here. Ryo Asakura secretly groaned and had to let her guide him to poke, flatten, and round, while he kept an eye on whether Yukino beside him woke up.
"Madam, we can sleep together when we are alone. As long as Yukino and Haruno don't find out, you can do it openly."
Ryo Asakura carefully comforted her, and his waist secretly tried his best to cooperate with her movements, wanting to make her happy to the point of crying.
"So, Asakura-kun... means... can you go out with me alone, um~ hum~"
Only the crying child gets the milk. Without taking the initiative, you will never be able to take the next step. Mrs. Yukinoshita naturally understood this truth and acted accordingly. There was nothing wrong with her, she just wanted to get more love from Ryo Asakura.
Mrs. Yukinoshita, who had been lonely for so many years, had suddenly found the man she loved. The love and obsession that burst out of her were unimaginable. If possible, she wanted Ryo Asakura to be with him all the time, but her identity meant that she couldn't do that.
Therefore, within the limited time, she had to seize every opportunity to be close to him. Even with her daughter around, she still wanted to taste the sweetness secretly.
The young man's drive and the mature lady's tolerance formed the perfect match. Beside Yukino's quiet sleeping face, the sound of flowing water continued, sometimes turbulent, sometimes gentle, just like the lingering love between lovers.
"Of course, if Madam needs it, but you may need to accommodate me in terms of time. After all, I still need to go to class."
Ryo Asakura couldn't bear to shatter the lady's expectations like this, and the subtle sense of responsibility in his heart was playing tricks on him. What was wrong with someone asking you to accompany them? Don't be ungrateful.
"Asakura-kun, Daishiki."
It was hard to imagine such a mature lady would say such words. Her student outfit and plump figure revealed a perfect blend of youthful purity and mature fullness, which made the young man stare in amazement.
The excited lady was delighted that her charm could attract Ryo Asakura so much. Her charming look became more and more alluring, and the couple's movements became more and more intense.
At this critical moment, the two of them had no time to care about Yukino who was sleeping beside them.
The uncontrollable huge waves and foam burst out in an instant.
"Asakura-kun, I... love... you." The hoarse voice revealed hysterical love, and the two kissed each other's lips tightly, as if they were reluctant to let go for a moment.
Yukino, your man is so handsome. Mom really can't live without him.
With no one paying attention, the splashing juice wet Yukino's delicate little face, just like sad tears.