Gift?
Inside the yukata?
Hearing his wife's hint, Haruka Yuzan's mind raced, and he imdiately guessed what it was.
"Sister Reiko, is it really okay?"
He glanced at the beautiful lady, seeking confirmation.
But Reiko Onodera bashfully turned her head away, revealing her pitifully charming, dewy cheeks with a shy look in her eyes, and with a whisper light as a mosquito's buzz, she nodded:
"Mhm."
Madam was wearing a kimono-style bathrobe, its large Fuyama Harugiku logo unable to conceal those sinuous, enchanting curves.
Below the swan-like neck was a pair of pale, silky breasts, designed with a deep V-neckline. Even though it was fully against her skin, from Lin Ran's angle, he could still feel that soft fragrance.
A white belt wrapped around the beautiful lady's slender waist, only needing a gentle tug.
"Then, here I co, Sister Reiko."
For so reason, even though they had been husband and wife for a long ti, Haruka Yuzan still felt sowhat nervous at this mont. Under the moonlight, his wife's beauty felt surreal.
Luckily, the kimono really was easy to undo. Haruka Yuzan took a deep breath, feeling his fingers trembling, yet his movents were swift.
The muscle mory accumulated over the years allowed for a body as delicate as mutton fat jade to be directly exposed to the air, and Haruka Yuzan had seen his gift.
The kimono fell, barely concealing the beautiful lady's fair arms and the outsides of her thighs, with only that vertical streak of spring light revealing itself.
Her skin was snow white, her lines perfect, and the stark contrast in color made Haruka Yuzan involuntarily widen his eyes.
For a mont, he thought he could understand Misaki Saki, that silly girl – indeed, monts of beauty in life should be captured.
"Sister Reiko."
Haruka Yuzan swallowed his saliva, and Reiko Onodera let out a soft hum. The air conditioning in the bedroom was a bit cool, lightly blowing, making Madam's delicate skin shiver slightly.
"This, this is the gift for Mr. Haruka, do, do you like it?"
Her voice was even softer, so soft that it was not even as loud as Haruka Yuzan's heartbeat.
Actually, there was one thing he never understood.
If the purpose of lingerie is not to cover or hold, then what's the point of inventing it?
Both are just pieces of cloth, so why is it that the less fabric there is, the simpler its purpose, the more expensive it becos?
Today, he knew.
The black lace set before him left the most crucial parts uncovered.
The two small (·)(·) were exposed, while the surrounding pale skin was covered by fabric.
It utterly failed its basic mission, and he wondered if he should criticize the designer's diocre skill.
The white skin, paired with the black attire, combined the devil and the angel.
Although she had the face of a reputable lady, in private she wore such obscene... filth.
"Sister Reiko, I need to take a good look."
Haruka Yuzan spoke softly, feeling it was ti for him, the righteous emissary, to step forward and combat the emptiness and loneliness of a housewife left at ho alone with children.
Only... His gaze was sowhat fixed.
So, Haruka Yuzan planned to take a closer look, bending over to et his wife's chest, their eyes at the sa level:
(·)(·)(·)(·)
Darn it, she was wearing a blindfold, a Robin Hood-style blindfold.
Suddenly, Haruka Yuzan found it unfair, he had to strike first and take her blindfold to put on his own face!!
Without hesitation, he reached through the gap of that silky skin with his fingers to try and pick off the blindfold.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound, the collision of skin and fabric, Haruka Yuzan did not successfully remove the blindfold. Instead, due to the material's good elasticity, it snapped back and hit Madam's skin.
"Mhm!"
Reiko Onodera let out a soft hum, the blush on her face uncontrollably surged, and there was a hint of spring in her eyes.
Haruka Yuzan still did not give up.
But after several attempts, other than adding a few red marks to Madam's QQ, the blindfold remained in place.
On the contrary, after repetitive impacts, Reiko Onodera seed a bit unsteady, her body swayed, and her legs began to weaken.
"Mr. Haruka, is, is it done yet?"
This kind of foreplay was even more thrilling than diving straight in.
A pair of supple, luscious legs ca together, and saliva uncontrollably dripped from her small mouth.
"It'll take a little longer, Sister Reiko."
While Haruka Yuzan said this, he crouched down, focusing his eyes, and kept staring non-stop at Madam's lace set.
He couldn't help it; seeing it for the first ti, he was quite curious.
"Sister Reiko, if you're tired, you can go to the bed and rest."
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