Ho Fei-yu stroked Shizuku Hatsufuji's head and said goodbye to her.
Stepping out of the door, the fresh air cleared his head considerably. Both his home and Auntie Akari's apartment smelled fragrant, whether it was due to perfume or their natural body scent. Ho Fei-yu shook his head, driving away the sudden, random thoughts. He paced at the door for a moment, as if making a decision, and then walked towards Naomie Odagiri's apartment.
In ancient times, there was Yu the Great, who tamed the flood and passed his home three times without entering. Now there was Ho Fei-yu, who was taming the flood and passed his home twice without entering.
Naomie Odagiri moving into Gunma Apartment was convenient for him. Whenever he missed Naomie Odagiri, he could secretly go and find her to try different things.
Thinking of this, Ho Fei-yu's heart thumped. Naomie Odagiri was the oldest woman Ho Fei-yu had been with. Her age, in her forties, was not a minus but a plus, perfectly fitting his other preference: mature women. Of course, Naomie Odagiri's feet were also beautiful. Although they lacked the delicate tenderness of a young girl's, they were full of the seduction of a mature woman.
Unlike Akari Hatsufuji's passionate exuberance or Mitsuko Hazama's gentle elegance, Naomie Odagiri's unique aristocratic charm made Ho Fei-yu unable to resist. Whenever they were intimate, he yearned to press his eyes to Naomie Odagiri's face, firmly memorizing her tempting expressions.
"Fei-yu-kun, what are you thinking about? You look so lost in thought."
"Of course, I was thinking about Miss Naomie." The familiar, alluring voice interrupted Ho Fei-yu's wandering thoughts. Looking at Naomie Odagiri, who had opened the door and revealed her voluptuous figure, Ho Fei-yu blushed as he recalled his earlier thoughts and scratched his head.
"Come in." Naomie Odagiri's lips, colored with a lavender lipstick, curved slightly, causing the beauty mark beneath her lip to move. She turned her curvaceous body and walked inside, speaking to Ho Fei-yu.
"Then I'll intrude."
"Your slippers are in the usual spot. I've already cleaned them. Just put them on."
"Mhm." Naomie Odagiri's voice came from the living room. Ho Fei-yu nodded, bent down, and opened the shoe cabinet. His eyes scanned the contents, mostly purple high heels. He looked towards the familiar spot and indeed found the slippers he always wore when visiting Miss Naomie.
Ho Fei-yu changed into the slippers and walked into the living room, finding Naomie Odagiri sitting at the table, intently staring at her computer. Her slender fingers rapidly tapped the keyboard, and lines of text flashed across the screen.
He quietly walked to her side and stared at the word count displayed on her computer. Shock! His mouth dropped open. Less than two days had passed since he played a role for her last time, and Naomie Odagiri had already written nearly forty thousand characters. What kind of typing monster was she?
Ho Fei-yu did not disturb Naomie Odagiri but sat down on the nearby sofa, just quietly watching her. Miss Naomie was also very attractive when she was focused on work.
About half an hour passed. Naomie Odagiri stretched, inadvertently showing her smooth, delicate armpit. Ho Fei-yu stared at it, mesmerized. Feeling Ho Fei-yu's intense gaze, Naomie Odagiri seemed to realize that she wasn't the only one in the living room.
"Is there something you need today?" Naomie Odagiri closed her laptop and slowly walked towards Ho Fei-yu. When she reached his side, she let the purple Cheongsam slide down her body, following her ample curves, then sat down gently on the sofa, turned her head, and said to Ho Fei-yu with composure.
She liked excitement. Ho Fei-yu usually went out of his way to role-play as different characters, but Ho Fei-yu had come in through the main door today, so he was definitely not here for intimacy but for something he needed from her.
Ho Fei-yu's gaze was fixed on Naomie Odagiri. He wanted to "swallow" her whole. The invention of the Dragon Country's Cheongsam maximized the charm of mature women, and Naomie Odagiri was already an exceptionally beautiful mature woman, coupled with the unique allure of purple. It was definitely 1+1+1>n, a fatal temptation for Ho Fei-yu. It was like a joke from a silly netizen in his previous life: I endured all those tortures, only to surrender to your honey trap.
Even though he had been intimate earlier, Ho Fei-yu still felt an endless fire of desire burning inside him. A large amount of hormones was being secreted. The words he originally intended to ask Naomie Odagiri didn't leave his mouth. Instead, he lunged at her on the sofa.
"Fei-yu-kun, is this another new role-play?" Naomie Odagiri looked up at Ho Fei-yu's slightly reddened eyes. She felt the boy's hurried and hot breath on her face. Slowly, the water mist rising in her purple eyes made the boy in front of her look blurred. One hand gently stroked the back of Ho Fei-yu's head, and the other softly patted his firm back.
"Mmm~ mhm~ Fei-yu-kun~" Ho Fei-yu didn't answer. His head moved towards Naomie Odagiri's armpit. His nose was pressed against the clean, soft flesh. He took a deep breath. The unique lavender scent mixed with the flesh-seductive fragrance of a mature woman assaulted his already hazy brain. Now, controlled by his most primitive instincts, he took a few more breaths until his senses were satisfied. Only then did Ho Fei-yu extend his slightly sticky tongue, licking and sucking.
At the same time, his large hand climbed the proud snow peaks, occasionally exploring the mysterious Peach Blossom Spring. Naomie Odagiri felt the boy's fierce affection. Although her delicate body trembled and convulsed, she tried her best to cooperate with Ho Fei-yu.
The Cheongsam gradually peeled away from Naomie Odagiri's body, revealing the flesh hidden underneath: the faintly visible snow peaks and the pink cave hidden beneath the overgrown forest. Ho Fei-yu seemed to have transformed into a destroyer of nature, leaving red marks on the snow mountain and excavating the spring water in the cave.
"Love... love me." Naomie Odagiri, with her face pressed tightly against Ho Fei-yu's, said in a daze at the moment of complete destruction. She tightened both her hands and feet.
"I love you." With Ho Fei-yu's affectionate words, a vigorous Dragon and Phoenix dance unfolded in Naomie Odagiri's living room.
From the sofa to the bed, an hour passed. Naomie Odagiri lay with her eyes closed, drenched in sweat, holding Ho Fei-yu. Her usually noble and elegant face held a look of languor and exhaustion. Her body, as if steamed in a steamer, remained motionless. Even turning over or moving a finger seemed incredibly difficult.
Ho Fei-yu felt Naomie Odagiri's gentle breathing. He slowly turned over, looked at her sweat-soaked forehead, and gently wiped it away with the back of his hand. He couldn't resist kissing her lips, leaving a smudge of lavender lipstick on himself.
He stayed with the sleeping Naomie Odagiri for a while longer, memorizing her beautiful sleeping face. He quietly put on his clothes and silently left.
Finally, Ho Fei-yu, who had passed his home twice to tame the flood, was going home!