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

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Jingu Makoto leaned down and whispered in her ear, each impact on the city gate producing a soft "snap" sound.

This beautiful carnivorous flower has tight, hot inner walls, like countless tiny hands gripping their prey, exhaling heat and mucus.

"Because...because Cheng-kun hasn't come to see me for five days~"

Feeling the intense heat like lava, Yumiko bit her red lips tightly, forcibly suppressing herself from crying out loud.

"Only five days, and it's already like this? Seriously!"

Jingu Makoto's movements became increasingly wild, as if he were powered by an electric motor, constantly accelerating.

Such noises were becoming increasingly difficult to suppress, so he simply shut them all out to avoid disturbing the students' studies.

"Ah, I, I'm the one who sweeps..."

"Master...a colleague!"

Yumiko, who was completely unaware of all this, was still trying her best to control her inner impulses.

She could only hum indistinctly to express her inner joy.

Unbeknownst to her, she arched her back higher and higher, adopting a more suitable posture to greet Shingu Makoto.

"Um...I have to go..."

After a dizzying sensation, the carnivorous plant sprayed out a large amount of viscous liquid from its inner walls, attempting to corrode its prey inside.

"It's already over?"

Jingu Makoto's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't let her off the hook. Instead, he continued to swing the rolling pin.

When he forcefully chisels in, the dough will sink in, and when he pulls it out, the dough will return to its original shape, bringing out the moisture inside.

Yumiko's mind was already racing; she had lost count of how many times she had flown in the sky.

Jingu Makoto's breathing became slightly disordered. He suddenly reached out, grabbed Yumiko's brown ponytail, and exerted force.

Yumiko's graceful figure was pulled into a breathtaking bow shape, her two full breasts swinging back and forth with the intense movements.

This sudden stimulus, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought Yumiko to the brink of despair once again.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, she raised her exquisite head and burst into a soaring song:

“Oooooohh ...

"Yumiko!"

With a low roar from Makoto Jingu, the attack, which seemed to pierce through the stars, engulfed Yumiko with boundless power.

Before long, it stretched her soft, round belly until it bulged slightly.

After a long while, *pop*

Jingu Makoto withdrew, while Yumiko, completely lacking in decorum, slightly stuck out her pink tongue, panting as she leaned against the bookshelf, her face flushed.

The white shirt was crumpled and rumpled, and her jeans were bunched up at her ankles, revealing her plump, beautiful legs and a messy, secluded path.

"Chengjun~"

Although she was already exhausted, Yumiko still struggled to turn around and reach out to touch Makoto Jingu's waist.

Jingu Makoto naturally knew what she was going to do, so he stepped forward to help her take better care of her.

After everything was cleaned up, Yumiko got dressed and nestled in Jingu Makoto's arms like a lazy cat.

Her beautiful eyes seemed both real and dreamlike, as if she was still immersed in the afterglow of what had just happened.

Jingu Makoto held her soft body in his arms, reached out and gently touched her delicate nose, and whispered, "Are you satisfied now, Madam?"

"Call me Yumiko~" the woman said reproachfully, then stared at Jingu Makoto with adoration. "Of course I'm extremely satisfied!"

"By the way, are you free this weekend?"

"Hmm... I probably won't have much time, and I also have things to do next week, so I probably won't be able to come see you."

Jingu Makoto's fingers twirled through her hair as he spoke apologetically.

"Ugh..." Yumiko's expression instantly fell, her eyes filled with disappointment.

Because of her previous trip to anime conventions, she thought that Makoto Jingu might be interested in cosplay, so she bought a lot of cosplay outfits online and was planning to give him a big surprise over the weekend.

Thinking of this, Yumiko suddenly opened her red lips and bit his shoulder. The bite wasn't hard, but it carried a hint of spoiled arrogance.

"Then, Cheng-kun, I take back what I just said. I am very dissatisfied now!"

Her hands reached down, a greedy smile spreading across her face.

"Unless you give me an advance on next week's portion right now, I'm going to give you a bad review!"

Jingu Makoto couldn't help but chuckle as he sensed the renewed fighting spirit in the woman before him.

In this respect, he has never been afraid of anyone.

"Negative review? Looks like I'll have to work harder so you won't even have the energy to leave a review."

Chapter 114 I think you don't understand at all.

After feeding Kimura Yumiko, Jingu Makoto had lunch with her before returning to the counseling room.

Pushing open the door, a dark-skinned, beautiful girl in a JK uniform was already waiting on the sofa.

"Hello, Mio-san."

Jingu Makoto looked at the girl in front of him with great interest.

His wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy, vibrant sheen under the afternoon sun, and his neat short hair made him look even more dashing.

[Name: Kato Mio]

Personality: Lively and enthusiastic

Hobby: Sprinting

[Introduction: A third-year student at St. Hua Girls' Academy, she is a highly promising sprinter. Currently worried about the upcoming girls' high school sports competition this summer, she is seeking relief from the pressure.]

"Good afternoon, Jingu-sensei!" Kato Mio immediately jumped up from the sofa, her movements swift and decisive.

She looked Jingu Makoto up and down, her eyes sparkling with curiosity: "You look so young. Can I call you Jingu-kun like you do, like Tomoe does?"

“Of course,” Makoto Jingu walked over and sat down next to her. “You and Bass are very close?”

“Mmm~ She and I have been best friends since we were little.” Kato Mio sat down as well.

She moved closer without any hesitation, her energetic face full of anticipation: "You can just call me by my name, Jingu-kun."

Seemingly remembering something, Kato Mio leaned forward and asked, "By the way, I heard from the principal that Jingu-kun doesn't like live streaming? Is that really not okay? We can wear masks and definitely won't show our faces."

“No way.” Makoto Jingu shook his head decisively; he didn’t have such a strange fetish.

“Okay…” Kato Mio was a little disappointed, muttering to herself, “I think that would be more exciting, and the pressure could be released more thoroughly.”

Jingu Makoto found it amusing and asked in return, "You and Xiaoba are such good friends, didn't she tell you anything specific?"

"Well, Xiaoba said that Jingu-kun is great. He felt much more relaxed and comfortable after he finished."

Kato Mio scratched her face, then puffed out her chest, her tone filled with pride.

"But I'm different from her. I'm the ace of the track and field team, with super endurance! Simple XX might not be difficult for me."

She added earnestly, "What I mean is, you might need to show some real skills, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be effective in relieving stress."

A sports student? Even the anti-demonic ninjas aren't a match for me!

I think you don't understand at all!

Jingu Makoto was determined to teach this girl a little lesson so she would understand that the racetrack and the bed are two completely different arenas.

“Let’s go, Misaki,” he stood up, a meaningful smile on his face. “No need for any live broadcast. I guarantee you’ll get an unprecedented release of stress.”

Seeing Jingu Makoto's confident demeanor, Kato Mio felt a little relieved. After all, such a handsome man probably wouldn't lie.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Kato Mio couldn't wait to take off her JK uniform, revealing her enviable fit body.

On her flat stomach, her abs were clearly defined, and you could even see the firm outline of her six-pack abs.

What's most striking is the unique skin tone dividing line on her body.

Her constant training in sports vests and shorts has resulted in a striking contrast: her shoulders and upper thighs are dazzlingly white, while her arms and calves are a healthy tan.

Jingu Makoto then removed his armor.

When his lean, sculpted body was fully revealed before her, Kato Mio's breath caught in her throat.

As a sports student, she could tell at a glance how terrifying explosive power and endurance were hidden in that body.

It wasn't a bloated, lifeless muscle developed through technology, but a perfect form, full of power and beauty, like that of a top predator.

Perhaps... he's telling the truth.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Kato Mio felt her legs go weak and a surge of heat flowed out uncontrollably.

Feeling her gaze shift from pure admiration to burning desire, and sensing the growing hormonal tension in the air, Makoto Jingu smiled slightly: "Mio, let's begin~"

"Ok!"

Upon hearing the command, Kato Mio pounced like a little cheetah.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Jingu Makoto's waist, feeling the intense heat of their first intimate contact, a heat that seemed to melt her. Recalling what Kisaragi Tomoe had taught her, she tilted her head back and opened her lips.

Jingu Makoto put his arm around her shoulder, lowered his head slightly, and enveloped the girl's cherry lips, which smelled sweet as orchids.

Then the giant red serpent charged straight in, while a large hand traversed mountains and rivers to find the jade peak that could be grasped in one hand.

Kato Mio wasn't very big; compared to the big girls, she looked quite petite.

However, big has its advantages, and small has its own merits.

The firm, elastic shape, which can be held in one hand, means that Makoto Jingu can knead the dough more freely and easily.

The attack on her most private parts, along with the intoxicating taste between her lips and teeth, captivated Kato Mio.

She subconsciously straightened her body to make it easier for Jingu Makoto to give her a better massage.

"Mmm, ah... Jingu-kun!!!"

With a sob, Kato Mio trembled all over and was sent flying into the clouds by Jingu Makoto's magical hand and the nimble red snake.

As the moon set, a light drizzle began to fall.

Wow, that's amazing, just a kiss feels so good...

Kato Mio leaned against Jingu Makoto, panting heavily, her fledgling lamb heaving violently with her breath.

This is completely different from the instantaneous burst of speed in a sprint; it is a progressive experience that gradually erodes her senses and will.

Just like a anaconda, it coiled and tightened its grip little by little, then swallowed her, its delicious prey, whole.

Jingu Makoto had no intention of giving her a chance to rest, and directly put Kato Mio on the big bed with his arms around her.

The girl's flexibility, honed through years of training, allowed him to confidently perform some challenging poses.

He pressed Kato Mio's strong, beautiful legs onto his shoulders until they were almost folded in half.

Then he grabbed her wrists and pressed them against either side of her head like a wall slam, forcing her to look directly into his burning gaze.

Seemingly knowing that the crucial moment was about to arrive, Kato Mio's wheat-colored skin flushed noticeably, and her heart pounded.

Jingu Makoto looked into those big, watery eyes, then arched his back and lingered and rubbed against the edge, making a "splashing" sound.

As Kato Mio felt that passion, the thought of it soon becoming one with her made her tremble with excitement.

"Jingu-kun, come in quickly..."

Gurgle—

As soon as he finished speaking, Makoto Jingu slammed into the bouncy cushion with a sharp thud.

The red plum blossoms, at this moment, bloom with dazzling brilliance.

Chapter 115 Do You Accept It?

It wasn't as painful as I'd imagined, but the feeling of being stretched and full still made Kato Mio look like she was about to ascend to heaven.

"Hmm, slower... Ah ha..."