The harem party doesn't deserve to read books, right?

The young lady curled up with her hips in her arms, looking at the boy who covered her like a shadow, she couldn't help shivering.

She didn't know whether she was mostly excited or scared.

"Who would say that they are 'Devil's Claw'?"

Although the boy in front of him was scary, Sayuri still spit out a sentence in a timely manner.

"……It does not matter."

Makoto Amano, who was interrupted from casting a spell, patted Miss Wife's plump buttocks angrily.

"Ugh..."

The young lady curled up even more now.

"Do you know? When I found out that you were not a high school girl but a wife, not only did I not get rid of my desire, but I became even more excited. I am such a pervert."

Makoto Amano stuck out his tongue and wanted to lick the face of the wife.

In order to make his "abnormal" character set more plump.

"Well, do you understand my nature now?"

"Pervert? How could Amano-san be a pervert..."

Because the amount of information transmitted by the boy was a bit too much for a while, Sayuri didn't notice the other party's further perverted behavior, but fell into unconscious murmurs directly.

Her brain froze a bit.

"..."

There was no way, facing the uncooperative wife, Makoto Amano had no choice but to withdraw his tongue that he intended to intimidate the other party.

It's not fun to bully a wife with dull eyes.

"Boys, especially boys in their teens, at this age, they are lawless and only follow their own desires, so they don't care about any worldly prejudices. The so-called age identity is not worth mentioning in front of them, so don't Talking to them, the boring, 'everything is for your own good' excuse is simply unnecessary."

Makoto Amano hopes that this lady wife can open her heart instead of closing herself up.

"You just have to answer—like it or not, yes or no."

"I……"

Hearing this, Sayuri Sawamura's purple eyes finally became brighter.

Is Amano-san serious?

Want to do it with a woman like me...?

but……

Is this really good?

"It's hard to answer? Mingming was so brave when he confessed to me."

To be honest, Makoto Amano was also a little confused when Sayuri suddenly confessed his love last time.

Because the rhythm was disrupted.

In his plan, the confession would at least wait for them to continue to know each other for a while, but he didn't expect this married wife to be so... crazily A.

"No, it's not a matter of liking it or not, we can't..."

Sayuri Sawamura wanted to escape Makoto Amano's control, but accidentally fell to the side.

wow.

Her body knocked over the box on the bedside table, scattering the photos inside.

"This is?"

Makoto Amano let go of his control over Miss Wife, and curiously picked up the photo from the ground.

"I didn't expect Mrs. Sawamura to have such a habit?"

Those photos are naturally the photo stickers they took together not long ago.

"There is no wedding photo with her husband on the bedside, but a photo of myself pretending to be JK and dating a male high school student here?"

"Me, my husband didn't..."

"Speaking of which, in the situation just now, Mrs. Sawamura never once used the fact of having a husband as an excuse to stop me. Is it because realizing that you have a husband makes you more excited?"

Don't even have wedding photos?

Is this lady really married?

If it weren't for the fact that he had a daughter, it would be impossible for Makoto Amano to regard this innocent woman who shrank into a ball after being frightened a little as a wife.

"No, no, I, I don't have that habit..."

Most of the photo stickers in the box were of their ambiguous embrace that day, which made the wife who was already ashamed to the limit even more ashamed.

It's so embarrassing, if this continues, he will find out that I secretly look at this kind of photos every night...

"Oh? I think my wife's complexion is not very good, and her eye circles are also showing signs of blackening. It's not like staring at the picture of me holding you every night, and then secretly doing that kind of thing with my fingers while fantasizing about me. , causing insomnia at night?"

Amano Makoto looked at his wife who was so ashamed with contempt, and sniffed the smell in the photo with his nose.

I want to distinguish whether the body fragrance left by the women on it contains any special meaning.

"I didn't do that!"

Amano-san is really evil...

Sayuri shook her head vigorously, but she didn't tie a double ponytail to her purple hair today, so she couldn't use the double ponytail attack.

However, is his complexion really bad?

If I knew I would put on my makeup in the morning...

"That is, you don't want to refute the fact that you peek at my photos every night?"

"I……"

Unable to refute.

These photos were originally intended to be burned, but as soon as she got them, Sayuri Sawamura was fascinated by them, and then...

Accidentally put it on the bed.

Well, I really put it here by accident.

"Also, you cried like that when you left me before, and you said you didn't feel anything for me?"

Makoto Amano once again put the married lady in front of him under him.

"No, don't, Amano-san, you need to be more sober, you are just too excited because of a strange impulse..."

Stop pretending to be a pervert...

I don't believe that Amano-san is a pervert at all.

Sayuri Sawamura continued to use her hands to resist the boy on her body.

"It's not impulsiveness or excitement, but awareness."

Makoto Amano began to unbutton his suit.

"I've made up my mind before I came here, as long as I can confirm that Sister Sayuri likes me, and she's not some bad woman who takes pleasure in cheating boys...I want you."

"Wait, we really can't..."

"Now it's up to you to say, do you want it or not?"

Temporarily stopping his movements, Makoto Amano planned to wait for Miss Wife's answer first.

"I……"

Eyes have started to blur.

Sayuri really didn't expect to develop this far with the boy in front of her.

but……

Whatever you do is fine, but you must not delay the other party.

"If you really want it, I can give it to you, but...after this, just forget about me."

No matter what... In short, a wife in her thirties and a teenager are not allowed to be together.

Sayuri Sawamura also made her realization.

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Chapter 220 IX The Empty Wife

In the face of the facts, any explanation seems pale and powerless.

She can no longer say things like "I'm just having a fever", "I don't like you at all", "Just for fun", "Let's just call it a day".

Now that she was seen in the photo, she had no way out.

In other words, from the moment Makoto Amano entered the room, she had no way out.

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"What does 'can give me' mean?"

But just when Miss Wife was about to lie down with a face of shyness...

The boy's movements suddenly stopped.

"What does it mean to say that it seems to be giving me alms?"

Makoto Amano frowned.

"And ask me to forget it after I finish it? If you want it, you want it, if you don't want it, you don't want it, don't make it seem like which side is more advantageous. Could it be that you feel wronged if you are with me?"

Makoto Amano was very annoyed.

Has this lady not been completely honest by this time?

"No, no, I..."

Obasan like me... Maybe you will be disappointed after one time and won't come again.

Moreover, this relationship should not have lasted in the first place.

It is better to forget each other earlier.

Sayuri Sawamura wanted to explain that she didn't feel wronged.

She even began to look forward to it, shamefully.

After all, the boy's young and handsome body has always attracted her.

"Boring, I thought that Mrs. Sawamura must have made some kind of realization when she confessed to me before, but now it seems... I am being passionate."

Getting up from the bed, Makoto Amano buttoned back the buttons he had just unbuttoned.

"you……"

Is that the end?

Sayuri Sawamura never expected that the boy would stop suddenly like this, obviously just now...

She was fully prepared, and even began to fantasize about such and such scenes of the boy.

But at the end of the anticipation and waiting, it turned out that the boy put on his clothes again and said "boring" to her?

After her body was not covered by the youth's shadow, Miss Wife suddenly felt a sense of emptiness.

"Why, you don't want me anymore?"

Makoto Amano, who had put on his clothes again, turned his head and glanced at his wife on the bed.

"I, I didn't..."

The wife on the bed put her arms around her knees and curled up again.

The expression on his face was quite complicated, but he never dared to meet the boy's eyes.

She really doesn't have the consciousness of a teenager yet.

But...boring...