Miku spent the entire afternoon packing her luggage, preparing for her honeymoon the next day. Both the honeymoon itself and the added bonus of being able to escape Akane's side for half a month were enough to make her very happy.
As the master of the house, Naga formally met with the staff who worked there. Through Makino Naru's introduction, the other four maids also got to know their new master.
This strangely meticulous attitude reminded Naga of those rigid butlers in Europe.
On their wedding night, the fewer people in the way, the better. After helping to tidy up the entire mansion, all the maids went home and left, leaving only Naga, Miku, and Ami in the large space.
Miku was still not very polite to Asumi. She leaned on the table and stared at Asumi for a while, then said, "Hey, promise not to bother me tonight."
Ashi smiled and raised his right hand. "Do you want me to swear? I promise I won't bother you tonight."
Miku pursed her lips, still staring at Ami, her brows gradually furrowing.
"Please, my dear sister, I know you really want me to disappear, but I really want to eat the food you cook! Can I eat before I go out?" Asami surrendered, raising her hands and leaning back in her chair, looking pitifully at Miku.
"real?"
"Really, I'll leave right after I finish eating. I have so many places to go. You don't have to worry about me running into a pervert while I'm wandering the streets."
"Tsk, if I ran into him, I'd only feel sorry for that pervert who might get castrated." Miku pouted without any discussion, then turned and walked towards the kitchen. "Honey, what do you want to eat tonight? There's plenty of food in the fridge."
"Ugh... It's so unfair. You talk to me like that. But you're so cold to other people." Asami rested her chin on her hands and complained to Naga in a low voice.
Naga thought for a moment, shrugged as a reply to Ami, and said to the kitchen, "Make what you're best at. Uh... it would be best if it were quick, I didn't eat much at noon, and my stomach is already growling."
From the kitchen came Miku's cheerful reply, "My best and fastest dish is definitely instant noodles. Honey, what flavor do you want?"
Of course, what was served on the table in the end was not instant noodles, but a delicious dish that was enough to demonstrate the results of the training at the Miku Bride School.
The room's furnishings made him feel somewhat disoriented. Above the TV stand, on the wall, hung their wedding photo. Just gazing at the area around the photo gave him the illusion of returning to that dream.
Could it be that... when Miku enlarged and hung up this photo, she didn't realize the similarity to the scene? Or... did she actually do it on purpose?
It's easy to verify. If Miku, waiting in the bedroom after going upstairs, is also dressed in a wedding dress to match the dream from back then, then the answer will be obvious. Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom stop and Miku's footsteps coming up the stairs, Naga immediately turned off the game console, held his breath, and waited for Miku's call.
He couldn't help but squeeze the back of his hand hard, as if he needed the distinct pain to confirm that he was in reality.
He suddenly remembered the apartment that Miku had carefully chosen. The layout of that apartment was exactly the same as the one in the original dream. If they hadn't moved here, their wedding night tonight would probably have been even more difficult to distinguish.
"Honey, haven't you had enough rest yet?"
Echoing from the stairwell, Miku's clear voice, tinged with shyness, drifted over. The identical call confirmed Naga's suspicion that Miku was currently contemplating that unrestrained, erotic fantasy of wearing a wedding dress.
"Coming!" He jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs as fast as he could.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Miku stood by the bed. She looked extremely nervous, her hands gripping the hem of her wedding dress, the slightly raised skirt revealing her delicate, white feet resting on the wooden floor. Her face flushed, she lowered her head slightly and said in a very embarrassed voice, "I can't remember what was said after that, I only remember the first sentence."
He swallowed hard, unbuttoned the top button of his pajamas, and walked over. "It's alright, a dream is a dream, and reality is reality. This is our wedding night, don't worry about those unimportant things."
Miku hummed in agreement and stepped back onto the bed. Her flowing wedding dress made her look like a princess from a foreign land. He couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, take her hand in his, and kiss the back of her hand adorned with a ring.
The back of her hand still smelled of lotion, and apart from that, all he could smell was her alluring body fragrance. He didn't lift his head, but instead kissed his way up her hand, little by little.
When he kissed her elbow, Miku seemed to remember something and let out a soft "ah," then pushed him, "Honey, you...you go lock the door."
"Huh? Do you need it?" Naga was taken aback. "Isn't it just the two of us left at home?"
Miku blushed and shook her head. "Ami's words are unreliable. She'll definitely come back at the right time. You should lock it up."
"Okay." Naga smiled. Actually, he was quite looking forward to Aya returning home halfway through the wedding and joining them, so he could enjoy the wonderful taste of the two sisters on his wedding night. However, it was one of the most frequent fantasies in his mind.
After locking the door and walking back to the bed, Miku retreated a little further into the bed. Her wedding dress was spread out on the bed, and the edges of the gauze petals revealed her delicate toes, which were as beautiful as flower petals.
"Miku, I... am coming." Naga said in a hoarse voice, took off his shirt, held her left foot in his hands, brought the delicate white and pink work of art to his lips, and gently kissed it.
"Um...no, no, it's so embarrassing..." Miku leaned back, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, her moist gaze falling on her toes being caressed and played with by Naga's lips.
Finally, he no longer possessed this beautiful body in a virtual world. Naga excitedly stroked Miku's smooth calves, kissed the back of her feet, and climbed onto the bed.
Despite having lost her virginity twice in her dreams, this was her first real-life experience. The tension made her forget all about the so-called AV textbooks and the bedroom techniques that Ami had taught her to please her. In a state of confusion, she stared blankly as Naga's kisses traveled up her calf, leaving a trail of tingling, pleasurable marks.
It seems that thanks to Toya, Miku's physical sensitivity has improved significantly. Even though he could sense the nervousness brewing in her muscles, Naga easily discovered that her virginity was being awakened and trembling slightly when he kissed the inside of her knee.
Filled with jealousy that Asumi was able to preemptively cultivate Miku's desires, Naga suppressed her impulses and patiently slid her head little by little into the gauze skirt, her long tongue licking over her rounded thighs, circling as it approached the smooth, moist vulva.
Just as he had guessed, Miku wasn't wearing underwear, and the hem of her wedding dress once again revealed her dark pubic hair and the delicate, beautifully shaped genitals peeking out from beneath her curly bush. Unlike that previous time, this time, before he had even fully launched his attack, a noticeable wet sheen was already visible at the base of her thighs, which were attempting to close.
"Miku, relax, I'll be gentle." He turned his head and kissed the inside of her taut thighs, kissing her slender belly that was wrapped in the waist of her wedding dress.
"Honey, no, don't go straight there." Miku pushed his head away through her wedding dress. "You... haven't kissed me yet."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I was too hasty." Naihe paused for a moment, then emerged from the wedding dress, smiled apologetically, went over and hugged his wife, looked into her bright, unclosed eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her.
The passionate light of the new house was mostly blocked by the curtains, and the remaining dim light could only barely reach a small area in the yard.
Under the shadow of the doorway, where the light couldn't reach, Ashi, wrapped in a brown coat, leaned against the cold wall, tugging at the chain on her wrist.
"I bet they've already started. Hmm... just thinking about my sister's naked body makes my nipples hard." Asami chuckled softly, pulling the chain and walking towards the door.
At the end of the chain was a dark red leather collar, which tightly locked her fair and slender neck. Long hair cascaded down from the collar, falling beside her pale cheeks.
Yoshimi Mizuhara was completely naked; all her clothes were in Ami's hands. The only things that could be considered as coverings were the collar and the dog tail attached to the anal plug sticking out from behind her buttocks.
With her head down, she moved her body using her hands and knees, quietly following behind Ashi towards the silently opened door. Beneath the dog's tail that swayed with her movements, a glistening trail of liquid stretched across the skin of her inner thigh...