Mr. Obata outside the room was a little restless. His body was also a little... In short, though he was already middle-aged and hadn't been intimate with his wife for many years, gradually unable to perform as he wished—
Today was the first time in a long while he felt something. He didn't know if it was because of that boy.
He listened at the door for a while. No sound. Just as the impatient husband was about to turn and leave, his wife's voice finally emerged.
Faint at first, then growing louder—soft, weak panting and moaning. He had never heard his wife make such... such obscene and coquettish sounds.
Though he couldn't see her, just hearing her voice was enough to imagine her appearance at that moment.
But such a succubus-like wife was in the room with another man, doing wonderful and subtle things...
The cuckolded husband swallowed quietly, as if an itch had been scratched. He felt restless.
'Come to think of it, I haven't been with Natsumi in years. Now that I think about it carefully, even after all these years of marriage, Natsumi is still as beautiful as ever.'
On the contrary, she had gained a more mature charm and temperament.
Such a beautiful wife—why hadn't he responded before? Even if he was old and in poor health, it wasn't like he never touched her, right?
'Well... it's okay. Not too late to realize it now.'
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When Mu Xiaoxiao and Obata Natsumi emerged from the room two hours later, Mrs. Natsumi had changed into a different nightgown. He'd torn the previous one to pieces.
Needless to say, he'd released inside her a few more times.
Today, the Yamato Nadeshiko was well fed. Satisfied multiple times back and forth, her face was flushed and full of spring. She smiled, her waist and hips swaying breathtakingly as she walked, exuding strong pheromones.
Mr. Obata's eyeballs nearly fell out.
He couldn't bear it anymore. He was about to explode.
"Um... Natsumi..."
Seeing his wife exuding a different charm than usual, he knew she must have been thoroughly satisfied by Mu Xiaoxiao just now. He didn't know how many times they'd done it on the bed.
But this was gratitude. A return gift. Nothing to be done.
It didn't matter. Natsumi was still his wife. If he wanted, he could find her anytime...
"Husband? What's wrong?" Even though she and Mu Xiaoxiao had just enjoyed each other, Natsumi treated her husband normally afterward. As if everything that happened was just a trivial matter.
If not for Mu Xiaoxiao's hypnosis, this outrageous situation wouldn't be possible.
"Well... I feel bad for neglecting you all these years, Natsumi. Tonight, we could..."
He felt very strange. Obviously Natsumi was his wife—wasn't it natural for husband and wife to do that? But he found it exciting. Maybe because he hadn't done it in years.
Anyway, Natsumi loved him so much. She wouldn't refuse.
Just as the man thought this, Mu Xiaoxiao, sitting on the sofa, raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers. "Mr. Obata, I suggest you don't do that."
"What?"
"Mu-kun?"
Not only the cuckolded husband's eyes widened—even Obata Natsumi looked at the young man in surprise. After all, thanks were thanks. She and her husband were still a loving couple.
"Why? Natsumi is my wife!" The man stared at Mu Xiaoxiao with strange eyes.
"Of course. I think Mrs. Natsumi and Mr. Obata are a very loving couple. Precisely because of that, it's inappropriate. From what I can see, Mr. Obata isn't just old—with all the late nights and overtime over the years, your health isn't good, right?"
Mu Xiaoxiao casually glanced at his beer belly. "For the sake of your health, it's necessary to stay away from sex. Otherwise... you could drop dead at any moment. Very dangerous."
Of course, that wasn't the real reason. It was pure possessiveness. Even if she was just a tool, she couldn't be with someone else. Even if they were husband and wife.
As he spoke, he continued activating his hypnosis. Light flickered in his eyes.
"..."
Obata Natsumi opened her mouth, pondered for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.
"Also, to eliminate Mr. Obata's thoughts entirely and maintain absolute health, it would be more convenient for you to sleep separately. From now on, your wife will sleep with me in the master bedroom. Mr. Obata will sleep in the guest room. How about that?"
"What?! What?!"
'Good grief. Making the host sleep in the guest room while he takes the master bedroom...' Mu Xiaoxiao truly had the essence of a demon king. This was definitely going too far.
Yet somehow, these words sounded reasonable to them.
"Mu-kun is right. Husband, let's sleep separately. This is for your health." As a wife, caring for her husband's body was only natural. She looked at him with concerned eyes, but her body stepped back several paces.
"This..."
It seemed to make sense, but he felt something was wrong?
Mu Xiaoxiao rose from the sofa, stretched, and walked slowly to the young married woman. Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace—right in front of her husband. He stroked her curvy figure.
"Don't worry. I'll help satisfy Mrs. Natsumi, so she won't have an affair with another man. Isn't that great? You can rest easy, right?" Mu Xiaoxiao grinned like a devil.
"Mu-kun! That's too much. I only love my husband in my heart. How could I have an affair with another man?" Obata Natsumi didn't pull away. Instead, she pressed her chest against his arm and spoke indignantly.
"Yes, yes. That's what I said... Mrs. Natsumi is very virtuous." Mu Xiaoxiao licked her ear and whispered, "So virtuous it makes me want to own you."
"Mu-kun, you... you're joking, right? I'm already married."
She said she was married, but she didn't break free from his embrace or caress. She endured his ravaging and playing. Mrs. Natsumi was gradually getting used to it. At the same time, she spoke to her husband.
"...Husband. Though I'm a little regretful, what Mu-kun says makes sense. We haven't been intimate in years. Your health comes first, and... Mu-kun cares about me. That's great. You don't need to worry."
After saying this, her cheeks flushed.
Hearing his wife say the same, the cuckolded husband, silent until now, finally raised his head and smiled understandingly.
"...I see. Though it's a bit disappointing, I'm also happy Natsumi cares so much about my health. I can't let my wife down. Besides, if Natsumi has needs... I'll leave it to you, Mu-kun."
He added, "I'm not suspecting Natsumi of having an affair. But I feel bad she's endured all these years. I can't fulfill my husbandly duties. It must be uncomfortable for her to bear it alone.
So Mu-kun, I'm counting on you."
Faced with such a speech—practically entrusting his wife to him—how could Mu Xiaoxiao refuse?
"Don't worry. I'll... take good care of your wife. Satisfy her every day~"
These words relieved the husband and made the wife's heart race. She felt happy inside. She wondered if she'd experience such bliss again in the future.
But at least, hearing that Mu-kun would satisfy her instead of her husband, Mrs. Natsumi was indeed full of expectation and desire.
Her delicate body leaned against the boy's arms... and began to twist and squirm.
She was horny again.
'Is this what a wife and young woman abstinent for years is like? No pure girl can compare.' Mu Xiaoxiao slipped his hand inside her clothes and sighed.
'What a good tool~'