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Section 164
Obviously, even with his face covered and no longer speaking, Makoto Asano showed no signs of stopping.
In other words, while he had indeed behaved himself in a certain sense by refraining from teasing her, he was, in another sense, not behaving at all.
Eriko Miyajima quickly realized that Makoto Asano was up to no good, and startled, she abruptly released his face.
However...
Even though she had let go and Makoto Asano was free to move as he pleased, he showed no intention of stopping or leaving.
While Eriko Miyajima instinctively covered her mouth with her left hand, hoping to stifle any sound, she also used her right hand to gently push against Makoto Asano's head, trying to move him away.
But the difference in their strength was too great. Not only did he not move back at all, but he even brazenly pushed his head forward.
Eriko Miyajima was already feeling weak, and as he started to move, she felt even more drained.
With him pushing his head forward forcefully, Eriko Miyajima was knocked onto the bed, and he took the opportunity to lean over and press down on her.
This was perhaps the most peculiar experience Eriko Miyajima had ever had.
Although Makoto Asano had always meticulously prepared everything before starting, doing his best to ensure she had the best possible experience.
Back then, she could only passively lie there, doing nothing, letting Makoto Asano do as he pleased.
Despite feeling shy, because it was something she had no choice in and couldn't refuse, she only needed to bury her head in the pillow, close her eyes, and wait for Makoto Asano to get everything ready.
So this was the first time she had such a strange 'interaction' with Makoto Asano.
As a result, her body remained in a very tense state throughout.
Her equally tense mind also made her already sensitive senses even more acute, to the point where she could feel Makoto Asano's every move.
Before long, she couldn't help but make a sound.
After several more seconds, Makoto Asano finally raised his head.
Looking at Eriko Miyajima, who was still panting heavily and covering her eyes with her arm out of embarrassment, he gave a slightly smug smile and deliberately asked in a teasing tone, "So, Eriko, does it feel good?"
Eriko Miyajima immediately said in a fragmented, weak voice, filled with shame and annoyance, "I told you, don't... don't ask such, questions! I...diot!"
To this, Makoto Asano simply smiled and said nothing.
But that didn't mean he wouldn't do anything next.
Having decided that he would make Eriko Miyajima feel thoroughly ashamed today, there was no way he would do nothing.
Then, Eriko Miyajima suddenly sensed something was wrong.
She felt it.
That scorching gaze that seemed to burn people was slowly moving down...
And along with the gaze came those large hands on her skirt.
Visibly, her body stiffened slightly, but she did not stop Makoto Asano's further movements.
Because this was a normal thing to do, at least Makoto Asano wasn't making her do these things herself, was he?
Of course, she would still feel shy.
But compared to making her lift her shirt herself, Makoto Asano slowly pulling her skirt up seemed not so unacceptable.
However, just as Eriko Miyajima subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the rhythm would return to its usual pace, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
That burning breath was already...
Eriko Miyajima instantly realized what was happening.
But before she could sit up and stop Makoto Asano, she felt his hot breath again.
"Ah, Makoto! Makoto! D...on't-- Ugh~~~!"
Even though it was Makoto Asano's first time doing this, the unprecedented sensation still made Eriko Miyajima unable to help but make a sound.
Hearing her voice, as if encouraged, Makoto Asano became more and more energetic.
As he moved, Eriko Miyajima's body began to twist.
But it was hard to say whether she was trying to stop Makoto Asano's further actions or didn't want him to leave.
Because it was meaningless to do so, just like before, he could still move.
He even hugged Eriko Miyajima as if afraid she would escape.
When everything was ready, Makoto Asano began his performance.
And with his unremitting efforts, Eriko Miyajima's body once again lost its strength and had to let go, and his head was naturally liberated again.
But even after rendering Eriko Miyajima unable to move, he still didn't stop.
Like a child who never gets tired of a new toy, he became even more aggressive when Eriko Miyajima was still immersed in pleasure and unable to stop him.
"Makoto...d,on't--Goo~Ugh, ugh, ugh~~~~!"
Afterwards, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima to escape from the afterglow of pleasure, and regardless of her right hand pressing on his head trying to push him away, and her pleading with a hint of crying, Makoto Asano plucked the strings again.
Eriko Miyajima was going crazy.
Makoto Asano's behavior, completely outside her realm of knowledge, not only made her heart explode with shame but also allowed her to experience a pleasure she had never experienced before.
"It's not dirty at all, how could Eriko be dirty?"
Hearing Eriko Miyajima's words, Makoto Asano immediately retorted in a serious tone.
Then, as if to prove that what he said was true, after saying this, Makoto Asano once again stirred Eriko Miyajima's heartstrings.
After a while, he put on a thoughtful expression and said seriously, "Hmm... it's delicious."
This was not nonsense he said to comfort Eriko Miyajima.
Indeed, this was his first time doing this.
But unexpectedly, he didn't feel any strange taste, but instead felt a hint of sweetness.
Although he had expected this, it did make him feel more relaxed.
After all, he only did this to lower the threshold of shame in Eriko Miyajima's heart, and to unlock her new postures, in preparation for her to help herself in the same way in the future.
Since she had tentatively touched him last time, Makoto Asano could never forget that taste, and was extremely looking forward to the day when she would bow down beneath him.
And the purpose of today was to find ways to break through her psychological defenses, and this would make it easier for himself, so why not do it?
Thinking this way, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima, who didn't know how to respond, Makoto Asano lowered his head again and began to work hard.
(It has been rectified, please let me go. If you don’t let me go, please check it carefully, there is no description of anything below the neck in the entire article. If there is, please mark it so that I can rectify it and your work will be easier.)
Author's words: 220 is gone, I didn’t expect the Mid-Autumn Festival review to not be on holiday...
It has been resubmitted after modification, and it will probably come out tomorrow.
There are two more updates later, updated before tomorrow morning.
Chapter 222 Yuta is back?
In a sense, the pencil skirt is indeed one of the most convenient inventions in the world.
When worn, it can perfectly highlight the lines of the lower body and enhance the charm of women.
Moreover, pencil skirts are easy to take off, and can even be lifted up directly without taking them off at critical moments, which is very convenient for whatever you do next.
Looking at Eriko Miyajima, who was covering her face with her hands, her face flushed, panting heavily, and her body twitching from time to time, Makoto Asano couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the greatness of human technological progress.
Then he took off his pants.
There was no way, until now, he had been the one serving.
Not to mention, listening to Eriko Miyajima's soul-stirring voice that continued to come out with his movements, his penis was about to explode, and it was even a little sore from being stretched by his pants.
He had tried very hard to endure until now.
So next, it wouldn't be a problem to indulge himself a little and satisfy himself, right?
Thinking this way, he leaned over again and pressed on Eriko Miyajima's body.
Although Eriko Miyajima had been pressed under him before, just now his head was facing Eriko's crotch, and now the two were face to face.
At this moment, Eriko Miyajima was still immersed in pleasure and did not react for a while.
It was not until Makoto Asano pressed down on her and their lower bodies collided that she finally realized what was happening.
At this moment, the lower bodies of the two people were basically naked, and she could fully feel Makoto Asano's desire.
And she, who was also yearning for something, couldn't help but let out a lustful groan from the heat.
Before preparing to take the next step, Makoto Asano still adhered to the plan just now and asked in a low voice: "...Eriko, is it okay?"
Eriko Miyajima did not speak, but suddenly grabbed his shoulder after hearing this.
Makoto Asano was slightly stunned, thinking that Eriko Miyajima was going to push him away.
But then, he smiled again.
Because Eriko Miyajima seemed to be rejecting, but her round legs that were already wrapped around his waist, and her arms that stretched back a little and hugged his neck, were clearly reminding him: don't ask such questions anymore, I don't want to wait any longer, hurry up.
Obviously, despite being embarrassed by Makoto Asano's teasing just now, her tolerance for her lover still prevented her from rejecting Makoto Asano's request.
After understanding her hint, Makoto Asano did not hesitate to aim forward and crash in, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly rose to a higher level.
Indeed, he can choose not to do so now, but keep Eriko Miyajima, who is full of desire in her heart, hanging until she personally says "*me" or something similar, and then give her what she wants.
But there is a premise, that is, Makoto Asano is in a comfortable state.
But unfortunately, he didn't.
After such a long time of service and such a long time of endurance, he had long been unable to restrain his restless heart.
To be honest, he was even very surprised that he was able to remain rational just now, and asked a question before starting the war.
But that was the limit.
After the battle started, Makoto Asano gradually let go of his control over his rationality and sank into the abyss of pleasure with Eriko Miyajima.
Although the two had been intimate a lot in the past few days, and it can even be said that the two had been together all the time except for doing serious things.
But at this moment, because of Makoto Asano's deliberate teasing just now, or because of his skillful "pre-attack", the two seemed to have not seen each other for a long time, and they were entangled together extremely fiercely.
In addition, at his request, Eriko Miyajima's clothes were not taken off at all, but were only lifted up and pulled aside, and he himself, because he was in a hurry, only took off half of his pants.