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He pursued her, but his husband cheated on him and then abandoned her.
Shirakawa Natsu felt no psychological pressure whatsoever; she was simply doing to her what she had done to Shota.
She should find out soon that her fiancé is being investigated by his company.
That will be her most desperate moment, losing in an instant what she has painstakingly acquired.
Then I'll take advantage of the situation and slip in...
"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu was thinking about the plan when she suddenly felt dizzy and her reactions became sluggish.
He patted his forehead to try and clear his head.
"Mr. Miyuki, are you feeling unwell?" Miwako asked with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just suddenly a little tired." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. Could it be that Yuzuriha Yu had drained her too much?
"Then Mr. Miyuki, please lie here for a while," Miwako said softly.
Chapter 305 Things Are Getting Strange
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu felt sleepiness creeping in, his eyelids felt incredibly heavy, urging him to close them and drift off to sleep.
"No!" He suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. Even when Yuzuriha Yu repeatedly drained him dry, this was not the kind of sleepiness he felt.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Shirakawa Natsu roared inwardly, struggling with her remaining willpower to fight off the ever-present onslaught of drowsiness.
He half-closed his eyes and looked at Miwako.
Her eyes were smiling as she looked him up and down, the kind of look one would give when eyeing prey.
Looking at the coffee table again, Miwako wasn't drinking tea.
She was given sleeping pills.
"We've really messed up!" Shirakawa Natsu felt a pang of regret; he was a cautious person after all.
But no one expected that the married woman he had easily captured last time would pull this stunt.
Fighting off sleepiness, I quickly analyzed the situation with my remaining rationality.
Slowly close your eyes and lean back on the sofa.
It looked like she was really asleep.
He had a minotaur's stomach replaced, and although the sleeping pills didn't provide immunity, he could get through it if he just held on for a while.
The most important thing now is not to arouse her suspicion.
After he closed his eyes.
Miwako's gentle, wifely smile gradually became more unrestrained, and a hint of spring slowly seeped into her eyes.
It's like when your husband isn't home and you're playing with props, suddenly a burly man comes to fix the water pipes.
She reached out and carefully straightened Shirakawa Natsu's body on the sofa.
She even straightened his clothes, her gaze fixed on his cheek, and gently stroked it.
With her eyes closed, Shirakawa Natsumi could feel the touch of her hand caressing her skin.
I also had to fight against fatigue in my mind.
The drowsiness has lessened considerably compared to before; it's because the Minotaur's stomach is starting to kick in.
Don't worry about falling asleep as soon as you close your eyes.
But he felt uncomfortable at this moment, knowing that there was a married woman watching him closely, and not being able to see her made him feel insecure.
He felt his arm being lifted up.
Miwako grasped his hand, reached inside his collar, and grabbed it completely.
It's clear she doesn't have the habit of wearing a bra at home.
Not much, C.
Shirakawa Natsu didn't dare to operate it herself, so she had to teach her step by step.
He felt like a heartless toy.
Miwako easily manipulated it into the shape she liked.
He was happy to wait; the effects of the medicine were slowly wearing off, and if he touched it for a while longer, he could change the current passive situation.
Besides, it feels pretty good to the touch, but it doesn't have the same supple and moisturized feel as Yuzuriha Yu after long-term maintenance.
It's not as good as Aunt Mafei's, where her fingers can sink completely in.
But eating vegetarian food occasionally can also have its own unique flavor.
Shirakawa Natsu felt that she was waiting for something, like a hunter who had hunted his prey and was waiting for others to share the spoils.
Before that, let's savor the aroma to whet our appetites.
"Click." The sound of the door opening suddenly came from the room.
"I'm back," came Tanaka Taro's voice.
Shirakawa Natsu was startled. Good heavens, his hand was still gripping his fiancée's chest.
"Welcome back." Miwako naturally pulled his hand out of her collar and walked over to take Tanaka Taro's handbag.
Anyone who sees this will praise her as a virtuous wife.
With Miwako's help, Tanaka Taro put on his indoor shoes, looked up at Shirakawa Natsu on the sofa, and said calmly:
"Who is this?"
“He’s Mr. Miyuki, the new guy who moved in next door,” Miwako said, leaning on Tanaka Taro’s shoulder.
"We've had too many worries lately, so we haven't done this in a long time."
Tanaka Taro put his arm around Miwako's waist and pulled her into his arms. Their eyes met, and there was a clear love in each other's eyes.
Miwako pushed him away: "Go take a shower first~"
"Okay!" Tanaka Taro picked up Miwako, and the two snuggled together, heading towards the bathroom with deep affection.
A few minutes later, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
"?" Shirakawa Natsu opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She had heard the conversation between the two of them just now, and the effects of the drug on her body had already worn off.
But after the drowsiness subsided, he was still completely bewildered.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Why did the two of them go to take a shower?
Why do I suddenly feel like an outsider?
So why have you become so obsessed with yourself?
Miwako and Tanaka Taro have a very good relationship, which can be seen from the time they take a bath together.
Shirakawa Natsumi even got impatient and got up from the sofa to drink a glass of water.
My feelings are complicated, like being invited to a party.
Everyone else has started exchanging ideas, but I'm the only one doing it.
I lay on the sofa and played on my phone for a while until I finally heard the sound of running water in the bathroom stop.
Lie back down in your original position and open your eyes just a tiny slit.
His eyelashes are so long that they're hard to notice unless you're staring at him.
Tanaka Taro, holding Miwako's hand and carrying a bath towel, came out of the bathroom.
The two went straight to the bedroom.
When she came out again, Miwako had changed into a black silk nightgown.
The bra is also a split style, meaning there are two slits in the front and an open crotch at the bottom.
These are pajamas that one would never sleep in before their husband is completely exhausted.
Tanaka Taro was holding a mirrorless camera, which was already turned on.
Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched, speechless to himself; he was all too familiar with this style.
Among the props he brought was this camera, whose core selling point is its four-axis image stabilization for stable video recording.
The original plan was to use it to film a video threatening Miwako.
The other party has used it first.
Moreover, the model is newer than my own.
Miwako walked up to Shirakawa Natsu and straddled him with her legs spread.
I felt a soft touch on my abdomen as the married woman sat down on my inner thigh.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Tanaka Taro out of the corner of her eye; Miwako was considered a beauty among ordinary people.
For the sake of intelligence, she took advantage of me, but it's not a big deal.
I'm afraid that Taro Tanaka might also want to get involved.
Now I am a real beauty.
In the middle is absolutely intolerable, and neither is Miyuki.
Tanaka Taro stopped half a meter away from the sofa, raised his mirrorless camera, and moved in small steps to find the right angle.
Judging from the skillfulness of her steps, this was definitely not her first time.
Miwako reached her hands under his waist, pushed his shirt up, leaned down, and rubbed her body against his chest.
There was a layer of open-chest bra lace between the skin.
A blush rose on her face, and her eyes seemed to overflow with love.
She lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and licked Shirakawa Natsu's chest.
Shirakawa Natsu smelled a faint scent of shampoo and desire on her.
Tanaka Taro stood there with his mirrorless camera, capturing the scene of his fiancée flirting with a strange man while nestled in his arms.
"What the hell is this?!" Shirakawa Natsu felt the strange sensation on her skin.
What unfolded before him truly captivated him.
Am I being bewitched?
While she was thinking, Miwako put her hands behind her back and unzipped his pants.
She supported herself on his stomach with both hands and sat down.
"Taro~!"
Chapter 306 Who is the blond guy?
"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu's breathing became heavier, and an indescribable feeling of pressure came over her.
There was no emotional foundation between them, and he felt like he was the one being played.
But when a married woman takes the initiative to press herself against you, it always has a unique charm that stimulates your senses.
Miwako leaned down and kissed him, her tongue pushing open his teeth and into his mouth.
It's very moist and soft.
After a brief moment of surprise, Shirakawa Natsu continued to play the role of being unconscious, letting her kiss him.
Miwako's kiss was very passionate.
Like kissing your beloved husband, it's a wet kiss, a kind of saliva-filled exchange, that only lovers share.
Shirakawa Natsu couldn't close her mouth, a strange sense of unease rising in her heart.
This tongue communicates without reservation within the mouth.