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

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"What?! A massage?!" Michiko, who had transformed back into human form, suddenly had her ahoge (cowlick) stand up like an antenna.

Before she could ask any more questions, Anne-Loz had already pulled her away, turned around and left quickly, leaving only a slightly hurried silhouette in Jingu Makoto's eyes.

Jingu Makoto chuckled and shook his head, turning his gaze to Kousaka Shizuru and the other three.

"Are you leaving too?"

"Well, we should go back and report."

Shizuru Kosaka stepped forward, adjusted her red-rimmed glasses, and resumed her intellectual teacher demeanor.

"By the way, Asagi sent a message saying that the Necromancer did not appear at the designated location, so she has returned to Wuche."

"Is that so? It seems Bart has been sold out." Jingu Makoto nodded, not too surprised.

"Well then, we'll take our leave now." Kousaka Shizuru's smile held a touch of allure. "Makoto-kun, remember to come visit your sister at Gosha Academy! And don't forget about the special advisor."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely come when I have time. You all take care on your journey," Jingu Makoto instructed.

"We're demon ninjas, no need to worry, you big pervert!" Mizuki Yukikaze made a face and waved energetically.

While others weren't looking, Kamimura Maika secretly waved to Jingu Makoto.

Finally, Rinko Akiyama walked up to him.

The blue-haired girl didn't speak, but simply opened her arms.

Jingu Makoto understood, embraced her, and left a light kiss on her smooth cheek.

Rinko Akiyama then revealed a satisfied smile and turned to follow her companions.

After saying goodbye, the four demon ninjas disappeared into the night.

This mission was very rewarding for them. They not only dealt with the Muscle Gang, but more importantly, they made connections with the two major forces in Amitabha Plain—the Kowloon Society and the Red Sky Tower.

Establishing a base for the Demon Ninja here in the future will likely be much smoother.

Soon, only Makoto Jingu and Aishu remained in the office.

"You're not leaving too, are you?" Aishu hugged Jingu Makoto from behind.

Feeling the immense pressure on his back, Makoto Jingu didn't turn around, but simply chuckled and said, "You don't want me to leave?"

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't stay here forever."

Warm breath sprayed onto the back of his neck, bringing waves of tingling, itchy sensation.

"But before you leave, shouldn't you... leave me some kind of souvenir?"

Everyone had left, and the white snake was busy taking over the territory of the muscle mass.

Now is her time to enjoy the fruits of victory.

If she didn't take this opportunity to get this man to invest in her, she would be unworthy of the title of Red Queen.

"It's not like I won't come back." Makoto Jingu turned around and looked at the beautiful eyes in his arms that seemed to be overflowing with tears.

"In that case, let's prepare the mugwort."

……

Inside the luxurious bedroom of Hongtianlou.

Xiao Cheng-chan was already fully prepared, poised on a round, full, and fertile brown land.

However, Makoto Jingu did not rush to conquer the city, but instead rubbed and squeezed it repeatedly through the silky fabric.

Ai Xiu felt itchy all over and couldn't help but let out joyful moans.

"Um...ah..."

Just then, Makoto Jingu suddenly exerted his power.

With a soft "ripping" sound, the thin stockings were ripped open with a hole.

Immediately afterwards, the T-shaped strap was forcefully pushed aside.

Little Cheng-chan, who had been waiting for its chance, finally found a suitable nest to live in.

"oh--!"

With an barely suppressed scream, Aishu raised his head in enjoyment.

The greasy and juicy plant-based meat was stretched to its limit in an instant.

The seamless, deep docking created countless sparkling water droplets with each impact.

clap clap clap-

Jingu Makoto held the two plump, firm halves of the brown melon with both hands and began his assault.

His movements were full of primal wildness, growing faster and faster, with powerful and domineering force, each movement seemingly aimed at piercing through her soul.

Ai Xiu raised her ample, honey-colored mound high, her red lips parted wide, and she let out a strange cry of "Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!"

The boy's pestle was like a high-speed drill, pounding away frantically.

He stretched his palm forward and grabbed a fat brown rabbit.

Pulling and kneading enhance the effect of pounding medicine.

"Mmm...so good! It's going to break...ah!"

Ai Xiu had clear saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking like a foolish person indulging in pleasure.

As if that wasn't enough, Jingu Makoto suddenly raised his other hand and swung it down hard at the swaying honey-colored melons.

Accompanied by the slapping sounds, marks were left on the brown skin, bringing an even more pleasurable experience.

"Ahhhh——!"

Ai Xiu tilted his head back higher and higher, and his sweat-drenched body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Just then, the voluptuous witch suddenly turned her head, her ample breasts swinging wildly in a seductive arc.

Beneath her disheveled purple hair, her beautiful eyes were fixed intently on the man behind her.

"Kiss me...mmm..."

She spat out the warm, moist cloves, eagerly demanding them.

Jingu Makoto leaned down and pressed his lips heavily against his.

The rough tongue and the cloves intertwined wildly, as if trying to completely devour and melt each other, never to be separated again.

“Oooooohh ...

After an unknown amount of time, Ai Xiu's delicate body trembled like a leaf, and the silver coin tightened its grip in an instant, firmly trapping Xiao Cheng-chan without leaving a single gap.

The next second, gurgle gurgle...

The accumulated cream burst forth in a torrent, pouring into the pink cream puffs.

The cream puffs expanded at a visible speed, perhaps because too much was injected, and soon they overflowed and slid down the curve.

After several rounds of grinding the medicine, Shingu Makoto stopped.

He wondered if he needed to take a break at halftime to give this exotic beauty a chance to recover.

However, the witch clearly had no intention of giving up.

Aishu only caught his breath for a moment before wrapping himself around her again.

As a witch, her regenerative abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

"not enough……"

She breathed heavily in a hoarse voice, offering her full lips to lick his cheek.

"Let's try a different position, Cheng-kun... Tonight, you have to fill me up completely."

In the deep darkness of the night, those mysterious and captivating eyes seemed to be burning, a mixture of pleading and command.

……

Before we knew it, it was the next day, Saturday noon.

Makoto Jingu finally returned to Tokyo after a week's absence.

As for that Red Queen, she's probably still lying in bed at Red Sky Tower, taking stock of the huge investment she left in her elementary school.

Compared to the chaotic and disorderly Amidahara, Tokyo appeared exceptionally peaceful and tranquil.

The boy stood in front of the familiar Tsubakihara house, feeling a sense of anticipation.

After all, he had already informed Mira and the others this morning that he was coming back.

Tsubakihara Mira, along with the Yuna and Nina sisters, were naturally quite happy.

Finally, they mysteriously announced that a carefully prepared welcoming ceremony awaited Makoto Jingu.

This made him very curious; what could it be?

With these thoughts in mind, Makoto Jingu reached out and gently knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

After a short while, light and hurried footsteps came from inside the door.

"Click."

The door was slowly opened.

"Welcome back, sir!"

Chapter 157 Miss Mira's Maid Outfit

With a sweet, soft call, a fair, pretty face peeked out from behind the crack in the door.

Tsubakihara Mira winked playfully at Jingu Makoto, her eyes sparkling with natural charm.

Jingu Makoto's week of fatigue seemed to vanish in that instant. He smiled and responded to her address, "I'm back, Mira."

As the door opened and closed completely, Tsubakihara Mira appeared before Jingu Makoto in the entryway.

She was wearing a classic black and white maid dress, and the small beauty mark on the lower left corner of her mouth looked even more alluring in this outfit.

"Makoto-chan, is it pretty?"

She took a step forward, lifted the hem of her maid's dress with her slender fingertips, and twirled lightly, displaying her beautiful figure without reservation.

"Great job, Mila, you look amazing in this!"

Jingu Makoto stroked his chin, looking at Tsubakihara Mira's clothes.

This maid's long dress, seemingly dignified and elegant, actually hides intriguing secrets in every detail.

The white fabric wrapped around her chest from bottom to top, revealing her rounded breasts and deep cleavage.

The skirt's design, shorter in the front and longer in the back, made her legs, encased in delicate white silk, appear even straighter and more shapely.

"This is what I found in your room, you're such a hentai!"

Mi stretched out her index finger and gently tapped her cheek, her tone coquettish but her eyes full of laughter.

Speaking of this, Makoto Jingu immediately remembered it.

When I was shopping, I impulsively bought a lot of clothes of different styles.

He gave the more formal styles to the girls as gifts, while the less formal ones were kept in his room, hoping they might come in handy someday.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got back today, Mira dug it out and gave me a big surprise.

"How can you say that about your master, Mira?"

Since it was role-playing, Makoto Jingu naturally and skillfully immersed himself in the role.

"Gomena Se, I hope my master can forgive my overstepping."

Tsubakihara Mira readily complied, bowing gracefully to him before changing the subject:

"Speaking of which, Master hasn't been home for almost a week. Could it be... that he no longer needs Mira's service?"

Her resentful tone and pitiful appearance made Shingu Makoto helplessly touch his forehead.

However, this understanding "maid" did not make things too difficult for her master.