One passionate encounter was certainly not enough to completely satisfy the two dream eaters who were experiencing this wonderful sensation for the first time. Before the penis had even begun to soften between Naga's legs, Yuka pinched the base of it with her fingers, not even having time to wipe away the remaining semen, and put it in her mouth, tightening her cheeks and sucking rapidly back and forth.
His energy, which had been gradually waning due to "hunger," seemed to be temporarily restored to its former state by the encouragement of his kind. When Yuka lifted his leg and straddled him, his penis became hard again, like a huge spear, almost without any rest.
For the next forty minutes, they remained in a sexually intercourse position. When Yuka wiggled her hips, Naga would rest and replenish his energy. When Naga began to thrust, Yuka would hold him tightly to regain her strength. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed densely in the private room, but they were so faint as to be almost inaudible, masked by Yuka's hoarse moans and Naga's beast-like growls.
He ejaculated inside Yuka once, and then climaxed in her mouth again. To allow time to clean up the mess, Naga reluctantly turned over and left her body, leaning against the coffee table and sitting on the floor, completely exhausted.
Yuka lay on the floor, one leg propped up on the coffee table. The muscles around her mons pubis and the base of her thighs were still twitching enticingly. Her breathing was still very rapid, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if she couldn't quite focus. The large mouthful of semen that Naga had kissed into her slightly swollen lips hadn't been swallowed yet, and it dripped down her cheeks with her soft moans.
A dozen minutes later, the heavy, arrhythmic breathing in the room gradually became normal. Naga got up and sat on the sofa, but almost slipped down because he sat on a large patch of love fluid. He chuckled and nudged Yuka's thigh, which was still twitching occasionally, with his foot and said, "Hey, senpai, if you don't tidy up and find a place to take a shower, you'll be late for your appointment."
"No... my bones feel like they've all gone mushy, ah... I don't want to move at all." She frowned, swallowed what was in her mouth, and licked her lips with lingering satisfaction. Her voice was also a little hoarse. "I can feel that bean down there throbbing, it's even more enjoyable than when I masturbate."
"I felt really good too." Naga savored the novel sensation he had just experienced, and his limp penis began to stir again. He grabbed his underwear and pulled it on, saying, "Compared to sex with a regular woman, it's a completely different feeling. As soon as the pleasure started, I felt like my body was out of control. It was… a dreamlike, unreal sensation."
"When I miss this feeling, I'll definitely ask you out again." She struggled to sit up and took a tissue to wipe her wet genitals. "I'm not like you, with plenty of human opposite sexes around you, able to satisfy your sexual desires through ordinary means at any time."
"Isn't your husband very capable too?" Naga asked lazily, taking her coat and covering her stomach.
Yuka glanced at him, lazily climbed to the sofa, picked up the clothes one by one, and said, "A woman's desires are a bottomless pit. If he had a body as evolved and perfect as yours, I would probably only think of you when I miss my own kind."
Naga was silent for a few seconds, then shook her head. "A man's desire is a bottomless pit. You haven't even put on your clothes yet, and I'm already starting to miss your body."
She chuckled at his frankness, stood up, fastened her bra, bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, I wouldn't bear to see such a wonderful junior."
Naga stroked her thigh and then stood up to tidy her clothes.
The not-so-large private room was filled with the unique smell of a couple after a passionate lovemaking session.
"Regarding the ingredients, I think I should emphasize this again." After getting dressed and drinking half a glass of beer, Yuka picked up her handbag and said seriously, "Unless absolutely necessary, don't target the people around you, and don't concentrate your hunting in one place. As outcasts, not being discovered is our highest principle."
Naga nodded. "I understand, senpai."
"Even if it's love, we can't let her know any more." Yuka tidied her hair, and her expression calmed down. You couldn't tell from her conservative clothes that she had put a thick layer of tissues in her underwear to prevent the semen from soaking through her still wet underwear. "Although she is very talented, she is not the chosen one after all."
Naga hesitated for a moment, then hummed in agreement.
"Naga." Yuka called his name with a smile, then said seriously, "You have unusual feelings for Yua, don't you?"
Naga paused for a moment, then readily admitted, "That's right, compared to her, my current wife is only my second favorite woman."
Yuka's smile deepened. "That silly girl probably won't understand your feelings anytime soon. I'm actually looking forward to you winning her over without relying on your abilities."
Thinking of Miku's almost manipulated and obsessive love, Naga suddenly felt a pang of heartache. He smiled bitterly and said, "No, she's my brother's girlfriend now. There's no chance for me and her...."
"Hehe..." Yuka covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "Naga, you are a Dream Eater. I think you will soon adapt to your new identity and accept the fact that I am the only one of your kind."
She frowned, pressed her hand between her legs, probably because even the tissues couldn't absorb all the semen and it was in danger of overflowing. She opened the door and left one last sentence.
"I don't know if it's because your residual abilities are still working, but if I haven't been fooled, you'll receive an even more surprising gift tonight. I guess. So, don't go back too late, junior." With a smile and a wag of her finger, Yuka closed the door, leaving the half-naked Naga alone in the private room.
A gift? What else? He'd received enough surprises today; there probably wouldn't be anything more exciting for him.
Judging from Yuka's expression, she didn't seem to be joking. He scratched his head, too lazy to think for the moment. His brain was slowly absorbing the knowledge Yuka was imparting, and he was seriously planning where to go to complete his first hunt.
He stood there stunned for almost half an hour before remembering that he was still newly married and couldn't possibly stay out all night.
Although Miku had an unusual level of trust and tolerance towards him, he was unwilling to be too frank about the fact that he had just cheated on her. He picked up his glass and gulped down a few mouthfuls of beer, then sprinkled some on his coat and pants, making himself reek of alcohol, which should at least help him hide it to some extent.
Naga had anticipated having a few drinks when she arrived, and since she hadn't planned to hire a driver, she naturally didn't drive. It wasn't a bad thing to occasionally reminisce about riding the tram, which she hadn't done in a long time.
As for getting home, a taxi is sufficient.
The taxi driver was a very talkative middle-aged man who rambled on about the new cabinet's domestic and foreign policies, then regretfully criticized the current generation of young people for not caring about politics, and finally inexplicably steered the conversation to the new car models recently released by several car manufacturers.
Naga only casually agreed, his mind not on this boring conversation at all.
However, he did consider for a moment whether an uncle who had been manipulated by society for decades should be an ingredient with plenty of energy.
Indeed, after Yuka pointed it out, he gradually became aware of his intuitive ability to judge others. For example, the driver in front of him gave him a vague sense of hunger, though not intense, so he probably wasn't any particularly good food.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to leave the first proactive hunt to a more desirable prey.
Unaware that he had already traveled to the border of eternal rest, the driver continued to talk incessantly, as if having someone listen to him was more important than the yen he was about to earn.
He gave Naga an extra tip as a gesture of sympathy for the pathetic middle-aged man who had accomplished nothing, and then dragged his weary body home.
After relaxing, Naga's aches and pains started to surface. Perhaps he should ask Miku for a massage tonight. He opened the door, handed his bag to the maid who was already waiting at the door, and, swaying as if he were drunk, walked into the mansion.
Then, the gift that surprised him was presented to him directly.
Miku didn't wait for him. As soon as he entered the room, he heard Ami, who was wearing a thin silk nightgown, say in a soft and pleasant voice, "Brother-in-law, my sister is already asleep. She's not feeling well."
Naga, who had initially thought that the "discomfort" that would prevent Miku from waiting for him downstairs must be very serious, quickly realized that it might not be a physical discomfort.
Asah continued, "However, our new tenant insists on meeting you and asking for your help."
Asami dramatically stretched out her arm and pointed to the sofa in the center of the living room. Following her fingertip, Naga clearly saw the girl sitting there.
His heart felt like it had been pierced by a wooden nail. He stood there, stunned, unable to believe what he was seeing. He never imagined that the first long-term resident to arrive at the second-floor bedroom would not be Yoshimi, whom Ami had been playing with, but rather Yui, who had already excited him immensely by working for him.
It seems that Asami had already helped Yui with the relocation during the day. Yui was wearing a plain, faded old nightgown, her half-length hair was held back with a small hair clip, revealing her clean, fair face, free of any unnecessary chemicals. Her clean face was a far cry from the young office lady she looked during the day, and she had returned to the state of the pure student who had once been so captivated by her.
She stood up awkwardly, looking a little embarrassed. Holding the hem of her pajamas with both hands, she bowed deeply and said softly, "Mr. Strange, please take care of me from now on. Thank you for booking such a low rent for me."
Rent? Are you kidding me? If Ai moves in, I can make him pay. He carefully tried not to show too much joy, after all, Ami, the lesbian who never let her guard down with Miku, was right next to him. He almost immediately figured out Ami's purpose in planning this series of events—ordinary women couldn't provoke Miku, who had become Naga's wife, but Ai, who held a special place in Naga's heart, was a completely different story.
It seems that Ayashi, who is using the banner of a shared three-person marriage, is just trying to gain a springboard to continue her offensive.
After silently marveling at Asami's strong obsession with Miku, Naga spoke somewhat hoarsely, "Uh, if I had known you were moving in today, I wouldn't have gone out for those social events. Look at me now, I'm quite drunk, and I'm not really in the mood to talk. We both have to go to work tomorrow, so let's both get some rest."
"Okay." Yui nodded obediently. "I'm going to call Hoshina back and then go to sleep. Goodnight, Ami-neechan. Goodnight, Mr. Strange."
Asami helped Naga hang up his coat, frowning as she smelled the alcohol. "Naga, your nickname is really strange. Uh... no wonder you're called Mr. Strange."
Naga sank into the soft sofa, unbuttoned her collar, exhaled, and looked at Ami uneasily, "Ami... what are you planning?"
Ashi approached him with a smile, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I'm helping you. When I get serious about these things, my eye for these things is incredibly sharp. You dare say... you didn't fancy your brother's girlfriend?"
Naga frowned. "Don't talk nonsense."
Ashi put her arms around his shoulders, sat on his lap, pressed her forehead against his, and whispered, "You don't have to lie to me. It's not just me who knows this, your sister knows it very well too. Your sex with other women... even including me, is not as stimulating as letting this little girl move in today."
"You think you'll have a chance just because she's angry with me?" Naga narrowed his eyes, a strange surge of superiority rising within him. He gripped Ashi's chin, licking her full, soft lips with his tongue, watching with satisfaction as the anger rose in her eyes. He whispered, "Let me tell you, even if I do the most heinous, despicable, and shameless thing in the world, your sister will always belong to me. She will always love only me. You might call that being bewitched."
Asami pursed her lips, staring at Naga with some confusion, as if pondering what had made the man in front of her pose a danger beyond her control, or perhaps trying to verify from past experiences whether Miku had truly been bewitched by him using some means.
However, Naga didn't have the patience to wait for her to think for long. Her supple thighs were pressing against his knees, her thin pajamas clinging to her body, and her figure, which was not much inferior to Yuka's evolved physique, was strongly tempting his unfulfilled desires.
Asami suddenly noticed the change in Naga's body. She smiled nervously and tried to escape, "Uh, it's getting late. I should go and rest too."
"You don't have to go to work, what's the rush?" Naihe grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He reached under her skirt and, through her barely-there underwear, squeezed her mons pubis.
"Hmm..." Asami frowned, trying to suppress her anger. She glanced deliberately in the direction of the stairs and said in a threatening tone, "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Naga's response was to directly pull down her panties, put some saliva in his mouth, and grope his fingers into her dry vaginal opening.
"It's easy for the sound to reach the second floor. My shouts are always loud, so it's not impossible for them to disturb the third floor…" Ashi forced a smile, but her thighs trembled slightly as he dug.
Naga glanced at her with a mocking smile, unzipped his pants, flipped her over and pinned her to the sofa, his deep whisper sounding like a demon just escaped from hell.
"If you disturb anyone else in this house, I guarantee you won't be able to touch a single hair on Miku's head starting tomorrow."