A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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The stockings clung stickily to her feet, and Huang Liuhua felt feverish all over. She propped herself up from the table, slipped her silk-stockinged feet into her high heels, and made a "squelch-squelch" sound.

After giving Jingu Makoto a reproachful glare at his mischievous grin, she turned around in her slippery high heels, placed her hands on the desk, and rolled up her skirt around her waist.

Jingu Makoto's gaze also fell on the rounded curves encased in black stockings that became more and more perky as she bent over.

The smooth curves and the heavy wet marks seemed to be silently inviting him.

Without further hesitation, with a soft "hiss," Jingu Makoto placed his hands on her supple waist, adjusted the angle of the battering ram, and launched an attack.

"Well!"

The feeling of being completely stuffed made Huang Liuhua let out a satisfied hum.

She swayed her waist proactively, her hips undulating like water, responding to Shingu Makoto's rhythm.

The documents on the desk rattled, and several pens rolled to the edge of the desk, only to be gently brushed back by a slender hand.

"Oh, right, Rikka-chan." While launching wave after wave of fierce attacks on Sumeragi Rikka, Makoto Jingu reached out and deftly unbuttoned the suit skirt on her body.

Five fingers sank into the white dough through the fabric, and with a little force, kneaded it into various shapes.

"Um... what's wrong, Makoto-kun?" While fending off the relentless attacks from behind, Kouroka tried her best to keep her voice steady.

“I may have to leave for a few days next week, so the counseling will have to be suspended for a while.”

"Well!"

Huang Liuhua only had time to let out a cry of surprise before she noticed that the enemy's attack had suddenly intensified, and her arm, which was supporting her on the table, almost gave way.

She bit her red lips, and a misty, alluring look welled up in her eyes.

"What, Principal, are you reluctant to part with me?"

Feeling the relentless, sucking grip of death, Makoto Jingu suppressed the urge to shoot.

He reached out and touched Huang Liuhua's cheek, turning her charming face towards him, then lowered his head and whispered something to her lips.

"Hmm...it is a bit of a shame..."

Huang Liuhua's voice was already noticeably panting.

"After all, there are many stressed students in our academy who are waiting in line for tutoring from Master Jingu."

She changed the subject, saying with a hint of teasing, "When you come back, there will be a lot of backlog of work."

"Ah……"

Jingu Makoto let out a soft chuckle.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the office.

He slapped her incredibly elastic buttocks, creating a visible wave.

"Are you questioning my abilities, Rikka-chan?"

His voice was filled with unquestionable confidence and domineering presence.

"Ah... I wouldn't dare..."

Huang Liuhua trembled all over from the blow, feeling a surge of electricity rush from her tailbone to the top of her head.

She could no longer maintain her authority as principal, and broken singing voices spilled from her mouth.

The battering ram pounded with increasing ferocity, each strike penetrating deep into the heart of the enemy territory with pinpoint accuracy, unleashing a devastating storm.

"Chengjun...you're so fierce..."

"You've smashed my brain..."

As Huang Liuhua's consciousness gradually blurred, her mature body was completely dominated by desire, instinctively craving the final nourishment.

"Then let them all break!"

With a low roar, Jingu Makoto launched his final all-out attack.

The pure Yang energy was scorching and fierce, pouring entirely into this fertile land that longed for rain.

"Well--!"

Huang Liuhua let out a long, extremely satisfied sigh, then slumped onto the desk, her body still twitching slightly.

Chapter 117 The After-Dinner Time at the Tsubakihara Family

Happy time is always short-lived.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and after a series of intense exchanges, the battle in the office subsided.

On the sofa, Sumire Rokka curled up in Shingu Makoto's arms, her face rosy, and contentedly rested her head on the boy's shoulder.

Her legs, now stripped of their black stockings, were propped up on the sofa, her rounded toes slightly curled, as if still savoring the afterglow of what had just happened.

She is busy with official duties all year round, so she cherishes this time to indulge herself.

After a moment of tenderness, Makoto Jingu seemed to remember something and spoke.

"Speaking of which, Rikka, you haven't asked about Mio's situation yet."

"Kato-kun?" Sumeragi Rokka lazily opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears.

She looked at Jingu Makoto and said with a smile in her eyes, "I believe in Makoto-kun's abilities. She's already very strong, and with your help this time, she'll definitely get a good ranking."

"So, to thank Rikka-chan for her trust, do you need me to smooth things out a few more times?"

Jingu Makoto reached out and grabbed her large white breasts, asking with a mischievous grin.

At the same time, the weapon in his arms also signaled once again that he was about to raise his head, through his actions.

"Dah!"

Feeling that familiar heat and firmness, Huang Liuhua quickly slid off him.

If this continues, she really won't be able to finish her work today.

Psychological counseling is wonderful, but it should be used in moderation.

After quickly getting dressed, Huang Liuhua casually picked up the pair of wet stockings from the ground and threw the fabric that had witnessed the fierce battle into the nearby trash can.

She sat back down in her seat, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and resumed her dignified and beautiful principal demeanor, as if the woman who had just been infatuated was merely an illusion.

"See you next time, you little rascal! I have to get back to work now~"

Upon hearing this, Makoto Jingu stopped disturbing her, stood up, and left her office with a flourish.

……

After leaving Seika Girls' Academy, Makoto Jingu returned home.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a rich aroma of food, along with the sizzling sound of freshly cooked food hitting the pan from the kitchen.

The table was already set with a variety of delicious-looking dishes, and Yuna Tsubakihara was just coming out of the kitchen carrying a plate of food.

She was slightly taken aback when she saw Jingu Makoto changing his shoes in the entryway, and then her emerald eyes lit up instantly.

Yuna Tsubakihara quickly and steadily placed the plate in her hand on the dining table, and then immediately ran to Makoto Jingu.

"Welcome back, Makoto!"

The girl's soft body and sweet fragrance enveloped him, softening Jingu Makoto's heart as well.

"I'm back, Yuna."

Jingu Seiya responded by giving her a gentle hug, then asked curiously, "Where's Nina?"

"Nina just finished a track and field activity and is changing clothes upstairs."

Yuna Tsubaki released him, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Then, as if remembering something, she winked playfully and said to him, "Kasan is still busy in the kitchen, Makoto-chan, go help her, I'm going to rest for a bit."

After saying that, he hummed a little tune and walked to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

Knowing that the girl wanted him to go see Mira, Jingu Makoto did as she was told and went to the kitchen.

As soon as I reached the door, I saw Tsubakihara Mira's mature and alluring back view.

She was cooking while wearing an apron, and with her movements, her rounded hips swayed slightly, tracing an arc that made one's heart race.

Jingu Makoto quietly stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Ok?"

Tsubakihara Mira's body stiffened slightly, but then she felt that familiar embrace and scent, and immediately relaxed, scolding, "You scared me, Makoto-kun, when did you get back?"

"Mirasan, didn't you hear Yuna and I talking outside?"

Jingu Makoto rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, his nose filled with the scent of her hair mixed with the aroma of food—a scent known as "home."

His hands also slid restlessly along the waistline, precisely finding those two soft mounds.

"Hmm, I guess I was too focused..."

Tsubakihara Mira let out a soft groan, her body going slightly limp, but she didn't stop him. Instead, a charming smile played on her lips: "Makoto-chan, you're up to no good as soon as you get back."

"Hehe, this is an expression of love."

Jingu Makoto kissed her smooth cheek before letting go and helping her carry the last dish out.

As the two returned to the dining table with the food, Tsubakihara Nina, having changed into casual home clothes, came downstairs.

Her short, golden hair was still damp, clearly from a recent shower, and the glasses perched on her nose were slightly fogged up by the moisture, adding to her adorably confused look.

Dinner that followed was the same as always, warm and lively.

The four sat around the table, enjoying a delicious meal and chatting about interesting things that happened at school and in their daily lives.

After dinner, everyone worked together to clear the table and clean up the dishes.

After everything was arranged, they all gathered on the sofa in the living room, ready to begin the main event of the evening—a family "party".

"Hmph, Makoto-chan."

Tsubakihara Mira took the initiative, leaning lazily against the sofa, her beautiful eyes looking at Jingu Makoto with a hint of provocation, the beauty mark at the corner of her mouth adding to her charm.

"Are you prepared to accept punishment from the three of us?"

She still remembers how Jingu Makoto made her look ridiculous in their Jenga game before.

Seeing that Tsubakihara Mira, Yuna, and Nina were united in their hatred and looked like they wanted to execute him on the spot, Jingu Makoto was naturally happy to cooperate.

He spread his hands, making a gesture of surrender: "I surrender, and you may do as you please."

Tsubakihara Mira nodded in satisfaction and patted her shapely, full thighs, which were encased in her loungewear.

"Then, as the first step of the punishment, lie down."

Jingu Makoto readily complied and lay down, resting his head on her incredibly supple and beautiful legs.

However, this is only the beginning.

As soon as he lay down, everything went dark before his eyes, and a soft, warm, snow-white world completely enveloped him.

Tsubakihara Mira bent down and buried her face directly in her two majestic snow-capped peaks.

"Well……!"

A suffocating sense of happiness instantly enveloped Makoto Jingu.

Immediately, he opened his mouth and began to suckle vigorously.

A vulgar "slap-slap" sound came from it.

"Hmm, what a little kid~ sucking so hard..."

Meanwhile, Makoto Jingu was completely focused on his treasure hunt.

Through his efforts, a beautiful red agate finally emerged.

"Mmm, uh..."

Tsubakihara Mira's sensitive body trembled, and she couldn't help but let out ambiguous breaths.

Just as Makoto Jingu began his search for another treasure, an attack from below quietly began.

The Tsubakihara sisters knelt on either side of him.