In the bedroom, a symphony of sounds played like an elegant melody. The woman's low moans and gasps started restrained but soon gave way, as Reina surrendered to pleasure, her sultry, captivating voice echoing through the room like a song of longing.
On the grand bed, the mature woman's form intertwined with Muxiao's shadow, the air thick with the scent of hormones, Reina's fragrance mingling with the aroma of intimacy, stirring Muxiao's excitement.
Reina lay on the bed, clutching a pillow, her eyes hazy. Her bare, exquisite body pressed beneath Muxiao, her parted lips exhaling delicate breaths, her seductive voice lingering in the room, refusing to fade.
…
For Reina, having grown accustomed to Muxiao's tentacle form, being intimate with his human-like appearance felt oddly unfamiliar. Not that she was some pervert who preferred tentacles.
It was just that his partial human form brought a subtle sense of guilt when facing him.
The night's fervor lasted long. The next morning, Reina woke early, as usual. The young mother turned over, propping herself on her elbow. The sheet slipped from her shoulder, revealing her smooth, fair skin.
Her body glowed in the sunlight, exuding an almost divine aura. Noticing the marks on her chest from his tentacles, Reina's cheeks flushed faintly, yet she didn't cover herself.
Instead, she gazed at the boy beside her. Though they'd been intimate before, this was their first time sharing a bed overnight.
Watching his sleeping face, Reina leaned closer, her soft hand gently caressing his cheek, letting out a complex, ambiguous sigh.
"It'd be fine if he were just a monster—whatever happened wouldn't matter. But now he's human-like," she thought, as if constantly reminded she was making love with a boy over a decade younger. It's kind of embarrassing.
Especially recalling how she'd gradually lost herself in passion last night, Reina cringed, her face burning. I turned into such a lewd, wanton woman.
But she couldn't help it. Though his form gave her a "cougar" guilt, it undeniably made her heart race more.
With that, Reina brushed her hair aside, leaning down to press her soft, sensual lips against Muxiao's. Their lips locked tightly, her sweet tongue slipping into his mouth.
A soft, intimate sound of their kiss filled the air.
"Mmph, mmm—"
The gentle, sweet kiss woke Muxiao. He opened his eyes, dazed, seeing Reina's face inches away, her arms around his neck as she offered her kiss. "Reina?"
Smack, slurp…
Their lips parted with a soft pop, a silvery thread stretching from their mouths. Reina's lips, now glossy and vibrant like red roses, shimmered. She wiped her mouth.
"Morning, Muxiao," she said. Guilt? Who cared? Even if it was "cougar" behavior, she'd own it. She was growing fonder of these intimate moments with Muxiao, like he was her little puppy… Ahem, though he always took the lead in bed.
Muxiao had become an inseparable part of her life. She couldn't imagine living without him.
Honestly, Reina never thought she'd fall into such sweet, giddy love like a schoolgirl, thrilled and excited.
Her face stayed close, noses inches apart, her warm breath grazing his skin. Her arms held him, uncaring that her bare chest was exposed, the rosy peaks pressing against his torso. "That was a good-morning kiss. How was it?"
"…Not bad," Muxiao said, clearing his head, eyeing the beautiful woman clinging to him. Then his expression turned shy, surprising Reina.
"What's wrong?"
"Well," Muxiao hesitated, revealing his sharp, serrated shark teeth, mumbling, "that was actually my first kiss."
The room fell into an eerie silence. Reina froze for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up. "First kiss? Really?"
"…Yeah."
"Hahaha—"
"What's so funny? Is my first kiss a joke?" Muxiao huffed, embarrassed.
"No, it's just surprising that it was your first kiss!" So, no matter how terrifying or bizarre his appearance, Muxiao was just a pure, innocent boy at heart.
Reina's heart fluttered harder. Before he could get mad, she leaned in again, assertively yet gently biting his lip, diving into his mouth, eagerly tasting his tongue.
"Mmph! Reina, you…" Muxiao felt like the submissive one, like a toy for a rich woman—though Reina wasn't using a steel wool scrubber. "Aren't you afraid… slurp… I'll bite you?"
"Mmm… doesn't matter."
Reina didn't care, even kissing his sharp teeth with fervor, her excitement growing, as if she wanted to devour him.
After what felt like ages, Reina released the boy beneath her. Her lips were slightly swollen from kissing, and Muxiao lay sprawled, looking thoroughly spent. "You're supposed to be an elegant, mature adult—a teacher, even. Can't you be more composed, Miss Reina?"
"Hehe," Reina propped herself up, shaking her head. "No matter their age, every woman becomes a lovesick girl in love, Muxiao."
"…"
She got out of bed to dress, letting her stunning figure be fully seen by him. "And… your first kiss wasn't with Natsumi but with me, so I'm a little happy."
"…"
What, you're a homewrecker too? I'm a pure-love warrior, slicing through… Never mind, I can't slice this one.
Muxiao lazily lounged on the bed, admiring Reina's captivating, pale body as her vibrant skin was gradually covered by clothes. "Up so early? Not sleeping more?"
"I've officially joined Natsumi's school as a teacher. No more sleeping in, Muxiao."
As if returning to her teaching days, she exuded elegance, beauty, and a commanding presence. Mmm, now I want to do it again.
"So soon? Natsumi's class?"
"Yup," Reina said, as if struck by an idea. "Muxiao, why don't you come to school too?"
At his age, he should be in school.
"I'll think about it. My current form isn't exactly school-friendly," Muxiao shook his head, climbing out of bed. "I've got somewhere to go."
He'd almost forgotten about Miko Yotsuya.