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

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He tumbled and pounded repeatedly, transforming Akane Nanao into his preferred shape.

Each thrust was powerful and heavy, allowing him to fully experience the tight grip and sucking of Nanao Akane, and to admire her expression of pleasure and arousal caused by intense ecstasy.

"Oh...slow down...it's too fast..."

"Ugh... I'm going to get hit by the supermarket..."

Akane Nanao's voluptuous legs, encased in white stockings, instinctively wrapped around the strong body in front of her.

The two plump, round peach trembled violently, their clear and melodious sounds echoing in the room.

Just as Nanao Akane was welcoming the charge, Murasaki Natsume stood at the door, her crimson eyes fixed intently on everything before her.

She never expected that Chengjun would be so heartless, not only not letting her eat meat, but also not letting her drink the leftover soup.

Before I knew it, the thin straps had been pushed up.

Her legs felt weak, but the force that Makoto Jingu exerted on her forced her to stand up straight.

Murasaki no Natsume closed her eyes tightly, but the beautiful singing continued to fill her ears.

Her mind had already started to wander into fantasies.

I fantasize about having a deep conversation with Makoto, just like Akane Nanao...

Unconsciously, Natsume Murasaki brought her plump thighs together; just imagining the scene made a dark, wet patch appear.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Makoto Jingu had already started to ramp up his efforts.

Deep within the mortar and pestle, the pestle is rapidly grinding and pounding, each stroke bringing up glistening medicinal juices.

As time goes by, the medicine will soon be ready.

Akane Nanao looked dazed, as if she were flying in the clouds.

The wrists that were originally used to hug Makoto Jingu’s neck were now gripping the bed sheet tightly.

The back of his fair and delicate hands turned pale from excessive force.

Her delicate feet, encased in white silk stockings, tensed up, and her two long, beautiful legs kicked involuntarily.

Jingu Makoto, wielding the jade pestle, delivered the final blow, offering a thick medicinal syrup to Nanao Akane.

"No... Eek... I'm going to come!"

As Jingu Makoto released her grip, Nanao Akane fell onto the bed, her fair skin faintly visible beneath her tattered cheerleader outfit.

She was drenched in sweat from the strenuous exercise, her body trembling slightly, yet she remained immersed in the exhilaration of the workout.

A deep sense of love constantly overflowed from her palace.

At that moment, Natsumi Murasaki unleashed her water magic, sending a sharp water arrow hurtling towards the floor.

Jingu Makoto stood up and slowly walked to Murasaki Natsume's side.

Looking at her rosy complexion and fragrant breath, and the puddle of water on the ground.

Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile.

As Shizumiya Natsume looked at Jingu Makoto, who was walking towards her with his head held high and a fierce expression, a look of longing appeared in her eyes.

Chapter 64 Racing

Jingu Makoto naturally knew what Murasaki no Miyabi Natsume meant.

With a crisp snap of her fingers, she was freed from her restraints.

"Cheng-kun!"

Murasaki no Natsume instantly felt that she could move her body again.

She rushed into Shingu Makoto's arms, eager to start kissing him.

However, Makoto Jingu was not in a hurry. He gently turned to the side and caught her in a princess carry.

He gently lifted Natsume Murasaki onto the bed and sat her down, then leaned close to her delicate, glistening ear and whispered with a smile:

"Let's try something different..."

Hearing about the game's rules from Shingu Makoto, Murasaki Natsume felt a little disappointed.

Actually, she would prefer to get straight to the point, but playing some games with Cheng-kun first wouldn't be a bad idea.

A noble lady and an intruder...

Suddenly, Natsumi Murasaki's expression changed. She straightened her back and sat on the bed, raising her chin slightly to reveal her elegant swan neck. "Who are you, daring to trespass into my room!"

Not bad, that's quite impressive.

Looking at the dignified expression on Shinomiya Natsume's face, Jingu Makoto nodded in satisfaction.

So he grinned mischievously and came up behind Natsume Murasaki, and started kneading the dough on his own.

"What do you think, Ms. Murasaki no Natsuha..."

Basketballs are so big that they cannot be fully grasped with one hand.

The skin is smooth and delicate, and the two light and thin fabrics add a different texture.

Jingu Makoto's technique was extremely skillful. He first held the lower edge with both hands and gently shook it, then gently gathered it with his hands and slowly rubbed it.

The thin ties were quickly torn aside by playful fingers, and the soft, fluffy fabric was completely freed from the constraints of the clothing.

As he gently embraced and caressed her, the woman in his arms trembled slightly.

"Um……"

Her skillful technique prompted Natsume Murasaki to let out a series of melodious songs.

However, she remembered the role she was currently playing, so she immediately changed her expression and pretended to be at a loss after being suddenly attacked.

"How audacious, how rude!"

However, her body honestly flushed slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair skin.

"Um...uh..."

"You're getting excited just from touching me? What a little slut!"

"No, no, let go of me, or I'll call for help!"

"I see." Makoto Jingu continued the massage while burying his head in Natsume Murasaki's hair.

Marks were left on the snow-white neck.

"So, what about your sister?"

In the script provided by Makoto Jingu, Natsumi Murasaki will play the role of Akane Nanao's older sister.

"What?! What did you do to Qian?!"

Faced with Makoto Jingu's coercion, Natsume Murasaki immediately got into character, scolding him in a sweet voice.

But her black-stockinged legs were intertwined like two long, voluptuous black snakes.

"Hmph, I injected Nanami Akane with venom, and only I have the antidote."

While continuing the massage, Jingu Makoto pointed to the corner where Nanao Akane was suffering from severe poisoning and foaming at the mouth.

"You, if you have a problem, take it out on me! Please let Qian go!"

Murasaki Natsumi turned around and looked directly at Jingu Makoto, revealing a resolute expression.

A triumphant smile appeared on Jingu Makoto's face: "Then Natsume-chan should know what she's going to do, right?"

He casually placed it on Shinomiya Natsume's black stockings, and the soft texture of the stockings made him quite fond of them.

"I, I understand~"

Murasaki Natsume bit her lip tightly, leaning against the headboard, displaying a humiliated expression.

With a slight exertion of her slender, jade-like fingers, everything was exposed with a hissing sound.

"bring it on!"

Murasaki no Natsume's voice sounded like a mix of crying and laughing, but deep in her eyes, a spark of anticipation flickered.

Faced with the yearning look in Murasaki Natsume's eyes, Jingu Makoto stopped teasing her.

"Ah! Oh~ Finally... finally in!"

The feeling of fulfillment made Natsumi Murasaki raise her beautiful legs, which were originally separated by black stockings, high.

The simple movements nearly lifted Natsume Murasaki to the heavens, but it was clear that this was not enough to satisfy the pent-up needs she had accumulated over the past two days.

"Ugh, Cheng-kun... get moving!"

She whispered in an increasingly alluring voice, urging him to take his next step.

It seems this role-playing game is coming to an end, Jingu Makoto thought with some regret.

Then, as she wished, she took a deep breath and began to slam down hard from top to bottom, making the soil inside even softer.

The ripe peach trembled slightly, and Natsume Murasaki perfectly cooperated with him in today's battle.

This seamless teamwork made Makoto Jingu feel like he was driving a race car.

The scorching exhaust pipe pressed against the slippery track entrance. He slammed on the gas, and the heavy-duty race car instantly pierced through the rain.

"Mmm...so comfortable..."

The car horn blared with delight as Natsumi Murasaki spun in pleasure. Her black racing suit, clad in stockings, shimmered under the lights, and the long spoiler rose high, creating a perfect downforce stance.

Makoto Jingu drove the streamlined car, deeply embedded in the winding mountain road, exploring every sharp turn with various challenging maneuvers.

The engine roared through the narrow valley, each surge causing the rock walls to tremble violently.

The track on the Murasaki Palace Natsume's track was already muddy and filthy, yet it still greedily sucked up the speeding car.

"Too fast... the turn was too sharp..."

She was panting, and the airbag in her chest rose and fell with the violent jolts.

Jingu Makoto suddenly switched to manual mode and began sprinting at full speed.

The race car traced perfect drift tracks on the mountain road, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground mixed with the roar of the engine, creating a thrilling symphony.

Natsumi Murasaki's navigation system was completely malfunctioning, and she could only utter intermittent sounds: "No...it's almost...ah!"

After conquering several hairpin bends, the race car suddenly entered a deep tunnel.

All of Murasaki Natsume's sensors lit up red, and the system notification sounds became fragmented.

"Wow, that's amazing... I feel like I'm going to... I'm going to... mmm!"

But Makoto Jingu stepped on the gas instead, and the race car accelerated wildly in the tunnel.

Finally, with a long blast of the horn, the race car completed its final sprint.

The scalding fuel was injected into the terminal station like a volcanic eruption, causing the entire mountain road to tremble.

When the last drop of fuel was exhausted, the sweat-soaked car slowly came to a stop, with only the faint echo of the engine still lingering in the valley.

Makoto Jingu slowly stepped out of the driver's seat and nodded with satisfaction.

First, I trained with the cheerleaders, and then I drove a top-of-the-line race car up the mountain. The fun of it was indescribable.

He looked at Akane Nanao, who had recovered, beside him, and smiled with desire. A new round of exercise could begin.

……

After several hours of fierce fighting.

After settling the two women, who had difficulty moving around, Jingu Seiya began his journey home.

As the sun sets, the warm yellow rays of the setting sun fall upon the street.

Jingu Makoto walked to the front of the Tsubakihara house and skillfully took out his key.

The moment the door lock clicked shut, a rich aroma of food wafted out.

Chapter 65 Kitchen

"I'm back!"