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

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"Then, that demon will be yours to deal with."

Based on his assessment, the horned demon was the weakest of the three attacking forces.

Meanwhile, Michiko, upon hearing Anne-Louze's domineering declaration, was already teary-eyed.

"Waaaah... Master, you're so good to me!"

"Okay, okay, don't wipe your tears and snot all over my clothes!"

……

With business concluded, Anne-Loz completely relaxed and once again immersed herself in the battle of delicious food and wine.

Jingu Makoto intended to take his leave, but the enthusiastic witch forcibly stopped him.

"Don't rush off, Jingu-kun. Come, you must try Granny Noi's fine wine. It's a rare find that you can't buy anywhere else with money."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Shingu Makoto had no choice but to stay.

I must say, this wine is really good. It's mellow and sweet on the palate, with a long-lasting aftertaste.

The only downside is that it has a strong aftereffect.

Especially for these two unrestrained drunkards at the table.

"zzz..."

"Snoring..."

Looking at Annerose and Michiko, who were both fast asleep on the table, Makoto Jingu shook his head helplessly.

Annerose is one thing, but how come a demon like you gets drunk?

You don't eat, but you drink alcohol, right?

After tidying up the messy table, Makoto Jingu picked up Annerose and carried her into the bedroom.

Just as he gently placed the witch on the bed and was about to leave...

Anne-Lorze on the bed suddenly rolled around restlessly like a caterpillar.

Then, to Makoto Jingu's astonishment, she began to take off her clothes in a daze.

Leather armor, lining... she casually tossed them under the bed.

Soon, all that beautiful, curvaceous body was covered only by a set of black lace lingerie.

Her slender yet powerful waist, her straight and long legs, and the two round breasts barely covered by the fabric on her chest exuded a fatal allure.

Then, the witch naturally rolled over, presenting her curvaceous back and shapely breasts to Shingu Makoto.

She didn't seem to be fully asleep, mumbling in a seductive voice with a thick nasal tone.

"Michiko... hurry up, it's time to give me a massage."

Seeing that the person behind her did not respond, she stretched out her snow-white arm and precisely grabbed Shingu Makoto's wrist.

"Michiko, what are you daydreaming about? Oh, right..."

She paused for a moment, as if trying to discern something.

Immediately afterwards, that slightly dazed and languid voice rang out again.

"The lotion... is on the bedside table, remember to take it."

Makoto Jingu raised an eyebrow.

The moment Anne-Lorze grasped his hand, he clearly felt her body stiffen slightly, almost unnaturally.

Even after discovering it wasn't Michiko, why did they still let him continue the massage?

Jingu Makoto, who always acts on a whim, would naturally not play the role of a virtuous gentleman at a time like this.

He looked towards the bedside, and sure enough, there was a small bottle on the cabinet; it must be the skincare lotion she had mentioned.

Do witches also pay such attention to skincare?

Jingu Makoto knelt quietly on the bed, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured the faintly floral-scented liquid into his palm, rubbing it together.

Then, he stretched out his hands and began to massage.

The cool liquid and the warm palms touching her body at the same time made Annerose let out a soft groan of comfort.

Jingu Makoto meticulously smoothed every inch, following the graceful curves downwards, finally stopping on the powerful cushioning pad.

He placed his hands on it, and with a peculiar rhythm, began to practice Tai Chi.

The witch's red lips parted slightly, and intermittent singing voices spilled out.

"Mmm... Oh..."

So comfortable.

This feeling……

It was completely different from Michiko's clumsy method.

Anne-Lorze felt completely relaxed, experiencing a wonderful sensation far beyond anything she had ever felt before.

As he listened to the singing, Makoto Jingu felt as if he needed to salute again.

There's no way around it; the scene, the voice, and the person are just too easy to make one's imagination run wild.

But he remained very professional and continued his massage.

Next up were those long, beautiful legs that belonged to a witch.

The muscles were smooth and beautiful, full of explosive power, but at this moment they were completely relaxed under his hands, as docile as a kitten.

Finally, his hands slowly moved up her side waist and came to the edge of the rice cake that was pressed down by her body and slightly spread out.

The plum blossoms hidden deep within, with the help of Makoto Jingu, finally bloomed in full glory.

"Um……!"

Anne-Lorze unconsciously rubbed her legs together and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

After the entire massage, she was drenched in sweat, feeling completely relaxed and weak.

At that moment, Makoto Jingu leaned down and asked softly:

"Annie, would you like to... try a special massage?"

Chapter 151 Special Massage

"Mmm... a special massage?"

Anne-Loz was enjoying Makoto Jingu's gentle caresses, so comfortable that she didn't want to move at all.

The witch's hazy eyes held a hint of intoxication, but even more so, a heightened curiosity.

"That's right, it's the kind that will make you fly. Want to try it?"

Makoto Jingu's fingers had already quietly found the black knot tied to the side of his slender waist.

With a gentle pull, the final barrier slipped away silently like a butterfly's wing.

The carefully guarded, plump pink bowl was now completely exposed to the air.

With a skillful flick of two fingers, a pool of clear spring water gathered, reflecting a crystalline light under the lamp, sticky and almost stringy.

"Well……"

Anne-Loz let out a soft moan; she knew, of course, that the person behind her was not Michiko.

But Makoto Jingu's massage skills were so amazing that she didn't want to refuse at all.

What would it be like to fly into the sky?

The witch's body gave the answer more honestly than her brain.

She shifted her hips slightly and said in a soft, threatening voice:

"Hmph... If you're lying to me, you'll have to eat Michiko's cooking every day from now on."

hiss--

Makoto Jingu gasped.

What a vicious oath.

It seems I have to go all out today and show her my true strength.

With his mind highly focused, Jingu Makoto aimed the blender, which was already in battle mode, at the slightly trembling pink bowl.

Without the slightest pause, the mixer sank to the bottom of the bowl with an irresistible force.

A red flower quietly blooms.

"ah--!?"

Annie Lorze's eyes widened instantly at the unprecedented feeling of fullness.

It was an illusion that felt like it was about to stretch out the entire soul.

She felt as if her little round bowl had been forcibly taken over by a somewhat mismatched blender.

It's...too big...

"How does it feel?"

Jingu Makoto's voice carried a hint of amusement.

The agitator began its initial work at a steady and powerful frequency.

Plop plop...

The moisture in the container is drawn in and mixes with the newly added syrup, gradually becoming viscous.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Anne-Lorze blushed and squinted her eyes comfortably.

Her body's reaction perfectly expressed her inner thoughts.

The plump bowl wall, which had been passively enduring the pressure, now seemed to come alive, actively contracting and pressing down on the restless stirrer.

It is expressing its welcome and longing in its own way.

Makoto Jingu felt this enthusiasm.

He smiled.

"It seems you really like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the blender suddenly increased by a level!

If we were just slowly whipping the eggs, now it's time to start churning the cream!

"Ah...! Wait, wait a minute...!"

Anne-Lorz panicked.

Her rhythm was completely disrupted, and she could only passively endure the onslaught of the storm.

The clear spring water in the small round bowl was stirred into turbulent waves, constantly producing a large amount of dense white foam.

Puff puff……

The soft bubbling of bubbles filled the room, accompanied by the witch's intermittent singing.

She felt like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, about to be smashed by the giant waves and swept into a bottomless whirlpool at any moment.

Jingu Makoto turned the blender up to its maximum speed!

He wants to unleash a white storm within this small round bowl!

The frantic stirring began.

The cream in the bowl was whipped at high speed, foaming and expanding in volume at a visible rate.

Anne-Loz's consciousness had completely blurred; she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the blender at all and could only utter a series of off-key syllables.

"Aaaaaah...no...it's going to...it's going to fly away...!"

Finally, after a powerful impact that plunged deep into the bowl, the energy that had been building up inside the mixer could no longer be contained.