It was a cloudy Sunday. The sky was covered by a faint haze, and the sunlight could not break through the thick dark clouds to warm the earth.
Nobi Hiroshi had just woken up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the loud sound of anime playing on the first floor, mixed with the voices of Doraemon and Nobita.
"Ha~ There's nothing to do today."
"Minamoto Yoshio should be on holiday. It's time to remind him about his wife's needs."
A smile lingered on Hiroshi's face as he went downstairs for breakfast, took a shower, changed into fresh clothes, and walked out with cheerful steps.
As he reached the Minamoto house, he ran into Michiko, who was carrying a vegetable basket. She had just returned from grocery shopping.
"Hiroshi, are you here to see Shizuka?" she asked gently. "I'm sorry, but she has violin lessons this morning and isn't home yet."
"Good morning, Auntie!" Hiroshi greeted her politely, his cute eyes scanning her figure up and down. "Shizuka isn't here right now. If it's okay, can I wait for her inside?"
His real purpose was Michiko; waiting for Shizuka was only an excuse.
Michiko smiled faintly, "Then you can wait in the living room. Auntie will prepare some snacks and juice for you."
She unlocked the door, kicked off her shoes casually, and led him inside.
On the surface, she looked calm, but deep inside, her emotions were surging.
Although such things happened in her dreams every night, she told herself that in reality, Hiroshi was just a cute younger boy who would never do anything inappropriate.
"Come in," she said.
"Strawberry cake, is that okay?" Michiko opened the refrigerator.
Cold mist flowed out as she reached inside to take out a small cake. Her full, mature figure was clearly visible even under the simple short-sleeved shirt.
"Okay, thank you, Auntie."
Hiroshi placed the cake on the dining table but kept his eyes on her. There was a far more delicious "snack" waiting for him today.
"Auntie, do you need my help?" he asked, watching her struggle with the overly full refrigerator.
"No need to trouble yourself. Auntie is fine. The refrigerator is just too full. I'll clean it up later," she replied with a smile. Her ample breasts bounced slightly as she moved.
Hiroshi's lips curved into a mischievous smile, "But there's another place that needs cleaning. Auntie must be too busy to handle it, right?"
Michiko looked at him, somewhat confused.
Without waiting for an answer, Hiroshi squatted down behind her.
His hand slid under her skirt and gently touched her smooth thighs. Fine trickles of wetness glistened on her skin — she was already dripping.
"Auntie, what do you call this?"
Hiroshi lifted her skirt, parted her legs slightly, and pressed his face closer. His tongue flicked out, licking slowly along her wet folds.
"Yiii~ Hiroshi… what are you doing? Don't… don't do that…"
Michiko slumped against the open refrigerator, her waist arching backward into an exaggerated curve.
Cold air blew against her front, but her body felt burning hot. She panted heavily, her breathing ragged.
"What's wrong, Auntie? I just wanted to help you clean up. Is there anything wrong with that?" Hiroshi asked innocently, while his tongue continued to explore her.
He licked her slowly and skillfully — long, wet strokes from bottom to top, occasionally flicking her swollen clit.
At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her tight, dripping pussy and began pumping them in a steady rhythm.
Michiko crushed the milk carton she was holding.
White liquid spilled over her hand and onto the floor, but she didn't notice. Her mind was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure.
"Hiroshi… how can you do such a thing? Be good… quickly let Auntie go…" Her voice was weak and trembling.
She hung her head, her jade-like neck covered in fragrant sweat. She knew it was wrong, but her body refused to listen. Years of suppressed desire were finally being released.
"Auntie, don't you like it?" Hiroshi murmured against her wetness. "But your body won't lie, you know."
"I… I…" She couldn't find the words to answer.
Shame burned on her face, yet soft moans kept escaping her lips. Her toes curled against the floor as the pleasure built higher and higher.
Hiroshi's fingers moved faster, curling inside her to stroke her most sensitive spot while his tongue continued licking and sucking on her clit.
The wet, obscene sounds mixed with her heavy breathing and the hum of the refrigerator.
Just as Michiko felt herself approaching the edge — her thighs trembling violently and her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers — Hiroshi suddenly stopped.
He pulled his fingers out and stood up, wiping his mouth and hands with a tissue.
"Phew… I'm a bit tired. Let's rest for a bit first."
He sat down on a nearby chair and looked at Michiko with a playful smile. She was flushed, breathing heavily, and clearly desperate for release.
"How can that be? Just a little more… just a little more and I'll be fine…" she whispered, her voice filled with frustration and need.
The refrigerator door was still open, wasting electricity on this hot day.
"Eh? Didn't Auntie just say no?" Hiroshi asked knowingly.
"And Uncle Yoshio should be home today, right? Yoshio is truly excessive. He clearly has such a beautiful wife, yet he leaves her unsatisfied like this."
He crumpled the tissue and threw it into the trash. Michiko's face turned even redder with a mix of shame and longing.
"That man… many years ago, he became impotent, but he kept pretending everything was normal. It's truly disgusting," she admitted bitterly.
"So, Hiroshi… can you help Auntie?"
She clenched her fingers tightly and walked toward him on trembling legs, her eyes pleading.
"I see. Then let me help you, Auntie," Hiroshi said with a gentle smile. "However, you have to call me the way you do in your dreams, okay?"
He used his telekinesis to gently guide her down until she knelt on the floor in front of him.
"Wh… what dream!" Michiko looked at him in shock.
"What dream? The one you have every night," Hiroshi replied softly, stroking her beautiful dark hair like a puppy. "That look… it's very obedient."
A few moments later, Michiko raised her head. Her face was flushed deep red as she parted her cherry lips and whispered shyly.
"Master… please educate this slave…"
Hiroshi leaned down, cupping Michiko's flushed face with both hands. Her eyes fluttered with nervous shame and undeniable hunger.
He pressed his lips to hers in a deep, possessive kiss. She whimpered softly into his mouth as his tongue invaded, claiming her completely.
Her body trembled, but she kissed back, shy at first, then desperate, sucking on his tongue like she had dreamed of doing for months.
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