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

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Jingu Makoto buried his face in the water and began to swim freely in the ocean.

His tongue was very nimble, and he easily found the pearl inside.

"Mmm... Ah... Cheng-kun~ No, it's dirty... It's so embarrassing..."

Murasaki no Natsume couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

While verbally protesting no, their bodies betrayed their true intentions, constantly twisting their waists to push the fasting process backward.

Soon, the final moment arrived.

Murasaki no Natsume's face was flushed, her fingers gripping the treadmill railing tightly, her toes curling into an adorable shape.

Her slender waist taut like a fully drawn bowstring, then released with a violent tremor. She then collapsed, completely exhausted, unable to support herself on the treadmill.

With lightning speed, Jingu Makoto lifted her two thighs and guzzled seafood juice into her mouth.

The juice had a slightly fishy smell, which gave his taste buds a unique stimulation.

"Haa...haa...that's too much..."

Murasaki no Natsume was breathing heavily, her small mouth opening and closing, occasionally letting out a glistening liquid.

……

bathroom.

The misty vapor swirled under the warm-colored lights, enveloping the entire space in a hazy glow.

The sound of the showerhead spraying water was like soft background music, adding a touch of ambiguity to this private moment.

Natsumi Murasaki leaned against the tiled wall, her back slightly bent, water droplets sliding down the smooth curve of her back.

Jingu Makoto stood behind her, squeezed a dollop of shower gel into his palm, and gently rubbed his hands together to create foam.

His hands roamed over her body, taking meticulous care of every inch of her skin.

After cleaning up, Shinomiya Natsume turned around. At 1.65 meters tall, she looked petite next to the tall Jingu Makoto, like a little bird.

Perhaps having regained her strength, the girl who had tasted the marrow began to be mischievous again.

"Cheng-kun~ Come quick~ You're not going to pass out, are you~"

Murasaki Natsumi's eyes were glazed over, her face flushed, and her voice was sweet and soft, with a drawn-out ending. At the same time, she kept rubbing against Shingu Makoto.

Is she really worthy of being the female lead in an anime? She's already been here once, yet she's recovered so quickly.

"You little brat~" Shingu Makoto chuckled and cursed, then decided to give Shinomiya Natsume a real fat-burning workout.

The fact that she can still get a fever and act naughty here means that her previous training intensity was not high enough!

He lifted her by the buttocks and carried her off the ground.

Natsume Murasaki gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and her long legs naturally encircling his waist. This position made her slightly taller than Makoto Shingu, forcing her to look down at him.

They were pressed against the wet, slippery wall, with warm water flowing between them.

Murasaki Natsume's fair thighs were raised high and placed on Jingu Makoto's shoulders.

The next second, a long sigh escaped her lips, and the feeling of being completely filled made her fingertips go numb.

The sound of flowing water couldn't mask the sounds of their intertwined breaths and the collision of their skin. Water droplets condensed on the bathroom glass kept sliding down, just like Xia Ye's uncontrollable tears at that moment.

"Cheng... Cheng-kun... too... ah!"

Her words were shattered by the impact, and she could only grip Jingu Makoto's shoulders tightly, leaving shallow scratches on them.

Two soft mounds were constantly changing shape. Jingu Makoto lowered his head and took one of them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, while his waist continued its movements without stopping.

Murasaki Natsumi felt like a small boat in a storm, completely controlled by Shingu Makoto. Each penetration made her vision go white, and intense pleasure surged from her spine to her brain like an electric current.

She was certain she was burning—fat, water, even her senses were being destroyed in this intense exercise.

That's not enough. Squats, bench presses, rocking horses...

This "training" lasted for nearly an hour, and the various posture changes allowed Xia Ye to experience what a real "full-body exercise" is like.

When it was finally over, she was completely exhausted and left to be manipulated by Makoto Jingu like a doll.

Jingu Makoto carefully placed her into the bathtub, which was already filled with hot water, and began to wash her with a sponge. Natsume half-closed her eyes, feeling his gentle movements, a stark contrast to the intensity of their earlier actions.

"Still being naughty?" Jingu Makoto asked with a light laugh, his fingers running through her wet, long hair.

Xia Ye shook her head weakly, her voice barely audible: "Cheng-kun... is too amazing..."

She thought that after her previous hard work and training, she was able to handle it, but she was still defeated.

Hmm, still can't do it?

Today, it's once again Natsume Murasaki's defeat.

Chapter 20 Shirakawa Miwa's Jealousy

The next day, the tram.

Jingu Makoto looked at the pervert on the train who had been knocked unconscious by him and then taken away by the police who had rushed to the scene, and then glanced at the trembling old lady next to him, and couldn't help but feel speechless.

While it's true that people have freedom of choice regarding their sexual desires, they cannot, and at least shouldn't...

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully thwarting the pervert's evil deeds on the tram and saving the poor old lady. Please continue your efforts and eliminate more evildoers!]

[Reward earned: Skill: The Art of Speaking.]

[The Art of Speaking: Your words are highly persuasive and infectious; even baseless claims can be convincing. If your conversation partner is your enemy, your words are more likely to enrage them, even causing them to lose their temper under sustained verbal provocation. (Note: Your tongue's dexterity has also been greatly enhanced.)]

The system's mechanical voice echoed in Makoto Jingu's mind.

Sure enough, unless it involves the female lead or a villain from the original work, defeating these ordinary perverts and blond-haired guys only yields relatively ordinary rewards, such as life skills or one-time consumable items.

However, what does the art of speaking have to do with the dexterity of the tongue? Makoto Jingu was a little puzzled.

He subconsciously rolled his tongue around in his mouth, and you know what? It did become much more flexible.

Previously, Shinomiya Natsume had told him that he could eat chocolate cups without a spoon and even gave him a practical demonstration. Now, Jingu Makoto feels that he can do it himself.

……

After getting off the tram, Makoto Jingu saw that familiar figure.

Natsumi Murasaki stood gracefully at the school gate, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze, like a hydrangea blooming in a summer courtyard.

"Makoto-kun!" Noticing his gaze, Shinomiya Natsume immediately ran over and affectionately took his arm.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to the classroom first? Why are you waiting for me here?” Jingu Makoto reached out and gently pinched the tip of her small nose.

"Hehe, I want to go in with Makoto-kun~" Natsumi Murasaki looked up, revealing a sly, cat-like smile.

"Okay, let's go in... uh."

Before Jingu Makoto could finish speaking, he was interrupted by three excited voices.

"Chengjun!" ×3

It's the three of you again!

Three delinquent hot girls sprinted over at the speed of a 100-meter race, first pushing aside Murasaki Natsume, and then surrounding Jingu Makoto.

"Chengjun, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. To express my apology, how about we have a meal together?"

Hamasaki Reina clasped her hands together, bowed, and apologized.

The other two hot girls echoed in unison.

Sasaki Itsuki: "That's right, Makoto, we're planning to treat you to a seafood feast."

"Then we'll play games together. Ruri's family has lots of fun games!" That's Ruri Kurumizaka's voice.

This was the brilliant plan the three of them came up with during dinner last night: to lure Makoto Jingu to Ruri Kurumizaka's apartment under the guise of an apology, and then they could have a fun party!

Before Jingu Makoto could answer, Murasaki Natsume, who was standing to the side, objected.

This is outrageous! I, the empress, am right here! This is simply outrageous!

She used her ample hips to push aside the relatively slender Ruri Kurumizaka, forcefully squeezing into the encirclement, then intimately took Makoto Jingu's hand and let out a soft moan.

"I'm sorry, Cheng-kun has been helping me with my studies lately, so I don't have time to accept your apologies."

As she spoke, she deliberately pressed her chest against Jingu Makoto's arm and raised her chin provocatively.

Damn cow, you ruined my plans!

Hamasaki Reina immediately retorted, "Ha, tutoring? Is your tutoring legitimate?"

“Exactly! And with your grades being so good, you don’t need any tutoring at all. It’s us who need tutoring the most!” Ruri Kurumisaka chimed in.

"Hmph, I think she's just lusting after Cheng-kun's body, how despicable!" Sasaki Itsuki delivered the fatal blow.

Damn it! Natsume Murasaki was furious and immediately started arguing with the three hot girls.

It has to be said that women really have a natural talent for cursing. Listening to their sharp words, Jingu Makoto couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

What bothered him even more was that while these four beautiful girls were arguing, their bodies kept moving closer to him, and some of their hands were quite dirty.

The boys passing by were incredibly envious of this scene of jealousy and rivalry.

Good heavens, four women vying for one man? Is this even real? You're definitely not on the same server as us!

Even an elderly teacher passing by shook his head at the sight.

The world is going to the dogs; this is morally reprehensible!

Just as Jingu Makoto was getting a headache from the noise from these four people and was preparing to forcefully end this Mount Hua Sword Tournament.

A gentle voice, like heavenly music, came from above.

"Jingu-kun, I need to talk to you."

Jingu Makoto peeked out from between four full, soft breasts and saw that it was Shirakawa Miwa.

That's perfect timing, Professor Baihe.

Jingu Makoto nimbly slipped out of the encirclement of the four beautiful girls and said, "Shirakawa-sensei needs to see me, so I'll be going now."

"Ah, Cheng-kun?"

"Chengjun, don't go."

……

Watching Makoto Jingu's departing figure, Natsumi Murasaki and the three gal girls paused for a moment, then exchanged glances before each letting out a cold snort and walking away.

On the other side, Makoto Jingu came to Shirakawa Miwa's side and looked her up and down at her outfit.

The fitted uniform accentuated her perfect curves, and her legs, encased in black stockings, gleamed alluringly in the morning light.

"Thank goodness! By the way, Meihe looks really pretty today."

Jingu Makoto praised with a smile.

Shirakawa Miwa walked into the school without looking back, leaving only her resentful words behind.

"Hmph, really? I bet she's no match for the pretty girls around you. You've forgotten your old flame as soon as you have a new one, you scumbag!"

He spoke with great conviction when he confessed his feelings that day, saying that feelings could be cultivated and age was not a problem.

As a result, she waited in the office for so long these past two days, but apart from sweet words on her phone, he never came to see her once.

She even dreamed about him last night.

Shirakawa Miwa blushed at the thought of those wet pants.

She strongly suspected that the man had applied something to his genitals, otherwise how could it be so addictive?

Wow, that smells so strong!

But for some reason, Makoto Jingu found Shirakawa Miwa's jealous and tsundere demeanor somewhat amusing.

He quickly explained, "No, Meihe has always been the most beautiful in my heart."

Upon hearing Makoto Jingu's words, Miwa Shirakawa couldn't help but reveal a charming smile, but her expression quickly turned serious again.

"Really? I've heard you say the same thing to other girls."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a warm touch on his waist.

Jingu Makoto's arms had somehow already wrapped around her slender waist, and she could hear his warm breath in her ear: "Of course it's true."