Madam, believe me, how can I be a minotaur?

Section 162

Although the way they styled their hair was different, the gentle and refined aura they exuded was exactly the same.

As for pantyhose... these things are just embellishments; it's naturally better to have them, but it doesn't matter if they're not there.

Speaking of which, perhaps because she doesn't like wearing them, Asano Makoto has never seen Miyajima Erico wear stockings other than nude-colored ones. In fact, he only saw her wear nude-colored stockings once, when they went to see a movie together for the first time.

I'll have her wear them again next time. I'll let it slide this time, since she probably had to make a lot of resolve just to agree to wear this outfit...

Thinking this, Asano Makoto immediately praised without reservation, "Erico, you're so beautiful."

"Um... Th-thank you."

Miyajima Erico immediately became embarrassed, and her already slightly red cheeks became even redder.

Although neither of them could openly accept Asano Makoto's straightforward praise, when feeling shy, Kamino Yuna would use a tsundere remark to cover up her shyness and try to take the initiative, while Miyajima Erico could only passively accept it in this situation and couldn't help but blush.

However, while feeling shy, she also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Clearly, she didn't know how effective this outfit looked on her.

Although she thought the clothes suited her well, Asano Makoto didn't necessarily think so.

So, after receiving his praise, Miyajima Erico finally felt relieved.

On the other side, Asano Makoto was already a little restless, and the sentence "Why are you wearing Yuna's clothes?" almost slipped out.

It was at this moment that he finally understood the feelings of a certain great sage Hong and tasted the excitement of 'stealing' someone.

Fortunately, he finally managed to restrain himself. After taking two deep breaths to calm down his mischievous thoughts, he reached out and placed his hands on Miyajima Erico's shoulders, preparing to take her behind him.

Behind her was the bedroom, and the large bed that Asano Makoto had specially bought to sleep more comfortably, which was large enough to accommodate three people, was very convenient for doing anything.

Although he didn't have the key prop 'cursed ring' from the book, it didn't matter. Now he didn't need to rely on external objects to have something happen with Erico.

At this moment, Miyajima Erico was still immersed in shyness and hadn't reacted. Her body, which was already very soft, was gently laid down on the bed by Asano Makoto.

It wasn't until this time that she noticed Asano Makoto's excited gaze.

So, Makoto really likes me dressed like this...

While feeling ashamed, Miyajima Erico also felt a little happy.

Although she really wanted to fulfill Asano Makoto's request now, it wouldn't work yet. She still had a question she hadn't figured out.

So, Miyajima Erico immediately raised her arm, blocking Asano Makoto's intention to continue, and said, "W-wait, Makoto, wait a moment!"

"...Eh, what's wrong?"

Although Asano Makoto stopped his movements the moment he heard Miyajima Erico speak, he stared blankly at Miyajima Erico for a long time before finally snapping out of it and asking a question.

Looking at his impatient expression, which even looked a little bit like he was gnashing his teeth, Miyajima Erico couldn't help but giggle secretly and also felt a little sorry for him.

So she didn't continue to delay and immediately asked, "Now, what kind of person is the character I'm playing?"

Hearing this question, Asano Makoto subconsciously froze for a moment, then asked back in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

Seeing his reaction, Miyajima Erico was also a little confused.

After hesitating for a while, she still asked the confusion in her heart, "Um, that... isn't cosplay supposed to mean role-playing?"

Hiss...

Asano Makoto couldn't help but gasp.

He really hadn't considered this question.

In his opinion, cosplay just required dressing up well and imitating the appearance to a certain extent.

But in Miyajima Erico's eyes, it didn't seem to be just that.

But at the same time, Asano Makoto also felt a little surprised.

He didn't expect Miyajima Erico to be so into it.

Originally, he thought that just having Erico put on the clothes would be enough, but he didn't expect her to directly take it one step further and start playing a scene simulation.

Of course, this was likely because she didn't understand anything, so she misunderstood Asano Makoto's request.

But it wasn't like that for Asano Makoto.

If he had to choose between a purely external role-playing and a wholehearted role-playing from the inside out, he would definitely choose the latter.

Not to mention what to do later, just thinking about this kind of thing is exciting.

Although he was excited, Asano Makoto also felt a little headache at the moment.

Because he didn't know how to describe the character of Yuki Onna to Erico.

In the original work of that book, Yuki Onna was a widow whose husband had passed away for two years, and the male protagonist was the apartment manager, which could also be understood as the landlord.

Later, the male protagonist hypnotized Yuki Onna through a prop called the 'cursed ring' and was with her.

How should Asano Makoto explain such a plot?

So after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know how to open his mouth.

And Miyajima Erico, who was pressed under him, saw that he hadn't responded for a long time and that his eyes were still wandering around, and roughly guessed what was going on.

It must be some strange and sexy character...

No wonder the clothes in the closet were all like that, even clothes that looked so ordinary were like this, maybe all the clothes in there are...

Um... why didn't I realize before that Makoto is such a bad guy?

Thinking this, Miyajima Erico's face couldn't help but turn red, and she subconsciously turned her head away from looking at Asano Makoto, and muttered in a low voice, "Makoto, pervert."

???

Several question marks popped up on Asano Makoto's head on the spot, and he didn't understand for a moment why Miyajima Erico suddenly scolded him.

But before he could ask, Miyajima Erico spoke again, "I don't care anymore! Whatever you want! Anyway... anyway, you're just a pervert who thinks about these things every day."

It seemed like she was giving up, and directly put down her raised arm, lying on the bed "generously".

Seeing her reaction, Asano Makoto probably guessed something and chuckled awkwardly.

Although he was a little worried because of this, since Miyajima Erico said that he could do whatever he wanted, he naturally wouldn't do nothing.

So, he restarted the movements he hadn't finished just now, and gently stroked Miyajima Erico's waist with his hands.

Although he was worried in his heart, his movements at the moment were like those of a child who had never been exposed to these things.

But even so, Miyajima Erico's soft body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Seeing the reaction of her body and realizing that she wasn't angry, Asano Makoto suddenly became extremely bold and restored his usual rhythm.

His right hand, which was originally just constantly kneading near her waist through her clothes, also began to slowly climb upwards.

With his movements, Miyajima Erico's voice became louder and louder, and she even began to twist her body subconsciously, as if she was craving something.

After his right hand stayed in the gentle land for a moment, Asano Makoto pulled out his hand, straightened Miyajima Erico's face, then looked into her eyes, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

Under Asano Makoto's guidance, she also began to respond slowly and clumsily, and the two began to entangle passionately.

After a long time, their lips parted.

Asano Makoto raised his head again, looking at Miyajima Erico, who was panting heavily under him, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought of a very interesting thing.

And doing whatever he thought of had always been his advantage.

So, after recalling it for a while, he directly climbed up from Miyajima Erico's body, and then reached out and pulled her up as well, letting her sit on the bed.

Then, in her confused gaze, not knowing what this behavior meant, Asano Makoto sat on the bed and asked earnestly, "Erico, can I... see your breasts?"

"...Eh?"

Miyajima Erico was stunned in place for a moment, not knowing how to react.

Chapter 220: Shutting Her Mouth (3k)

At this moment, Miyajima Erico's brain was simply a mess, and she completely didn't understand why Asano Makoto would ask her such a question.

Before, when they were doing it, let alone asking her if she agreed, even if she hadn't said anything, Asano Makoto would have done everything that should and shouldn't be done himself.

There was no way around this. On the one hand, it was because she had close to 0 knowledge in this area at the beginning, and it could almost be said that she didn't understand anything and needed Asano Makoto to guide her.

On the other hand, it was because she was already deeply in love at that time and couldn't refuse any of Asano Makoto's requests.

And after that, Asano Makoto had always been the one who took the initiative to prepare everything properly, so Miyajima Erico took these things for granted.

Being seen, touched, and even kissed all over by Asano Makoto, although very shy, she thought these were just normal things and didn't need to ask for her consent at all. She never hoped that Asano Makoto would ask for her opinion.

It was for this reason that she was stunned in place the moment Asano Makoto asked the question, not knowing how to react.

But after Asano Makoto repeated the "I said, Erico, can I see your breasts?" again, as if he thought she hadn't heard clearly, she subconsciously nodded.

Just like what she said just now, no matter how shy she was, these were just normal things in her eyes, and she couldn't refuse Asano Makoto's request now that she was already in love.

But although she subconsciously agreed, she couldn't help but turn her head away and close her eyes after realizing that she had just nodded, too ashamed to look.

Agreeing was agreeing, but she would definitely still be shy.

At the same time, she, who was kneeling on the bed, also leaned her upper body back slightly, and supported her back on the bed with her arms, as if to make it easier for Asano Makoto to do the next thing.

But what she didn't expect was that after waiting for a long time with her eyes closed, she didn't feel anything.

And when she opened her eyes cautiously and with some surprise, she found that Asano Makoto was still sitting on the bed looking at her side, with no intention of doing anything.

"...Makoto?"

Because she couldn't understand what he was thinking, Miyajima Erico subconsciously called out.

At this time, he scratched his head as if he had come back to his senses, and then said with a somewhat restrained expression, "I want you to 'give' me a look."

Listening to his tone that deliberately emphasized the word "give", Miyajima Erico became even more confused.

Didn't I agree to let him see? Then what does this sentence "give him a look" mean?

It can't be that I...

...Let, me...?

Let me!?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Miyajima Erico's originally only slightly red cheeks instantly turned red.