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

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Delicate silky flesh was squeezed out from between the fingers, and then returned to its original shape as the palm relaxed slightly, rippling out enticing waves.

Kyoka Tachibana's body tensed instinctively.

But Makoto Jingu's technique was so superb that after a few rounds, she gradually adapted to the rhythm.

The muscles throughout the body went from tense to relaxed, and the facial expression also became soothed.

She hugged the soft pillow with both hands, burying her pretty face in it, her body already covered in fragrant sweat.

Sweat soaked through the bright red lingerie, leaving a noticeable mark on the fabric covering her ample breasts.

The weather was changeable, and a light drizzle began to fall in the valley.

"Okay, next up is the waist area..."

Sensing that Aunt Kyoka was fully engaged, Makoto Jingu smiled with satisfaction.

He bent down and began the next movement.

Jingu Makoto's hands landed on the beautiful woman's smooth waist, his fingertips gently pressing and moving up her snowy back little by little.

"Hmm..."

Kyoka Tachibana buried her head, enjoying Makoto Jingu's gentle massage, and soft, trembling sounds emanated from her lips.

Unlike her firm, bouncy buttocks, which were protected by fabric, her waist was still too sensitive for her.

Every inch of skin seemed to tremble under Makoto Jingu's fingertips.

"Aunt Kyoka probably doesn't exercise much, she seems a bit stiff."

Jingu Makoto admired Tachibana Kyoka's smooth, jade-like back, while skillfully locating various acupoints and nerves, and then pressing them with a little force.

A series of intertwined sensations of pain and numbness spread throughout her body like an electric current, allowing Kyoka Tachibana to completely relax.

"OK……"

Kyoka Tachibana's voice was a little muffled, perhaps because it was too intense, and she involuntarily twisted her waist and hips.

As a result, her full waist and hips couldn't help but slide, creating a strange relative movement with Jingu Makoto who was pressed tightly against her.

A strange, hard sensation came through the thin fabric, instantly clearing Kyoka's hazy mind.

But then, a new round of massage left her mind blank again.

She didn't even notice when the clasp on the back of her bra was unhooked.

With the constraints lifted, abundant capital overflowed, pressing out to both sides.

Jingu Makoto first gently rubbed the bottom, then moved his palm upwards, slowly taking over the entire snow mountain.

The abundant fruits made him quite fond of them, and not only did Kyoka Tachibana feel comfortable from the massage, but Makoto Jingu also found it very satisfying.

Under his meticulous care, the two cherry blossoms that adorned the mountaintop had long since proudly bloomed upwards, becoming firm and sensitive.

"Oh...that feels so good..."

After a full-body massage, Kyoka Tachibana, like a pink and tender little piglet, lay dizzy on the table, completely giving up struggling.

"Aunt Kyoka, there's an even more comfortable massage coming up next."

Kyoka Tachibana suddenly felt a chill on her lower back. Before she could respond, Makoto Jingu's long, slender fingers had already slid into the wet runway.

He playfully tucked the button inwards, and Kyoka Tachibana's voice immediately became more enthusiastic.

"Ah... there... it itches~"

The beautiful mature woman's slender waist arched instantly, and her body's instinctive reaction made her tightly suck on those two uninvited guests.

"Ugh...stop scratching me..."

The long, nimble fingertips brought Kyoka Tachibana a pleasure completely different from her previous massages.

Under Makoto Jingu's manipulation, the valley, which had started as a light drizzle, instantly turned into a torrential downpour, causing widespread flooding.

"How is it, Aunt Kyoka? Are you feeling more comfortable?"

Jingu Makoto whispered in her ear.

"Uh-huh……"

Kyoka Tachibana had just returned to the ground from the clouds, and her voice was still somewhat erratic, with a strong nasal tone that made it sound particularly alluring.

"Would you like to try it again, not with your hands, but with..."

As Jingu Makoto spoke, he grasped her two fleshy thighs, gently spread them apart, and then took out his fascia gun.

Pressed against that hot spearhead, Kyoka Tachibana closed her eyes in embarrassment, burying her head deep in her arms, not daring to look or respond.

The wait for her reply seemed long, but Makoto Jingu was not in a hurry at all and just waited patiently.

"...Sure."

After a long while, Kyoka Tachibana finally spoke, almost in a murmur.

The sound was very soft, but it reached Jingu Makoto's ears clearly in the quiet room.

Kyoka Tachibana silently apologized to her best friend in her heart.

Waaah, Mira, I'm so sorry.

Although there was an abyss ahead, I... I really couldn't hold back anymore.

"Leave everything to me, Aunt Kyoka, just relax like you were before."

Makoto Jingu's voice seemed to have a calming power.

Knowing that Kyoka Tachibana, like Mira Tsubakihara, used the Divine Tree of the Spirit World, Makoto Jingu's movements were exceptionally meticulous.

He slowly pressed the firm fascia gun against Kyoka Tachibana's wet lower back, then gradually increased the intensity.

The plump mounds were slowly stretched open, forming a beautiful and alluring circle.

Kyoka Tachibana's face displayed a complex expression, sometimes furrowing her brows as if in pain, and sometimes exhaling as if satisfied, contradictory yet captivating.

"Ah...! Cheng-kun, we're... we're inside..."

The boy's youthful enthusiasm and unprecedented sense of fulfillment made her let out a carefree moan.

"Ahhh... Cheng-kun's OOO! Haa, ahhh..."

Kyoka Tachibana's charming demeanor at this moment was a stark contrast to her usual reserved and composed image, which only heightened Makoto Jingu's interest.

He held her two white jade bowls upside down with both hands, while the fascia gun continued to increase in intensity and frequency.

The fascia gun scrapes against the tightly contracted cavity wall, squeezing out a lot of water with a "plop plop" sound, leaving water stains on the sheets.

The tip of the gun always precisely hit the core of Kyoka Tachibana's lower back, then rubbed hard, causing her mature peach-like body to be violently deformed.

"Ahhh... Haaaa...!"

Kyoka Tachibana felt as if she were about to fly away; her whole body was trembling violently, and her back was taut and straight.

She uncontrollably lifted her round, full breasts backward while simultaneously contracting and tightening them, trying to put some pressure on the boy.

Makoto Jingu has never been afraid of challenges.

He vigorously kneaded the white jade dumpling, and in a quick pull, he flipped Tachibana Kyoka over.

"Well!"

Before Kyoka could react, Makoto Jingu had already lowered his head and fiercely blocked the beautiful woman's melodious singing, launching into a short, intense thrust.

Kyoka Tachibana was gasping for breath. Like a drowning person about to die, she instinctively clung tightly to Makoto Jingu, her lifeline, and clung to him like an octopus.

Those magnificent hearts were pressed tightly against his sturdy chest, and were compressed into various shapes with the violent movements.

"It's coming... um... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore, waaaaaah!!!"

Kyoka Tachibana tensed up, tears welling in her eyes, and between the kisses, she uttered her final declaration.

The fertile, moist, and muddy soil after the rain warmly welcomed Makoto Jingu's seeds as they took root and sprouted.

Kyoka Tachibana lay helplessly on the bed, the powerful heat surging into her body causing her delicate body to tremble incessantly, her toes curling up.

So much, so satisfying...

Mira, your child is wonderful...

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Makoto Jingu's massage penetrates deep into the skin, yet the effects are remarkable.

"Mmm...uh...is it finally...over...?"

Kyoka Tachibana's hair was disheveled, she was covered in sweat, and her reason was riddled with holes.

At this moment, she was like a freshly baked, soft loaf of bread, with thick cream spread on the surface, making her look exceptionally delicious.

"It's over, but Aunt Kyoka, would you mind sharing your thoughts?"

Jingu Makoto lay down beside her and asked.

Although it was her first time experiencing it, as a mature woman, Kyoka Tachibana had an excellent appetite and recovery speed.

She pestered Jingu Makoto for several late-night snacks before finally giving up.

"Impressions..."

After resting for a while, Kyoka Tachibana regained her senses.

She pursed her lips, which were dry and pale from excessive moisture loss, and whispered with a hint of shyness:

"I hope... Cheng-kun can come and give me massages more often in the future."

"Sure, but you'll need to make an appointment in advance."

Jingu Makoto stretched out his arm and naturally pulled the gentle and sweet-smelling beauty into his embrace.

Once again encircled by strong arms, Kyoka Tachibana closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against the firm chest, quietly enjoying the sense of security and warmth.

What a good boy, Cheng-kun.

She thought to herself silently, of course, without actually falling asleep.

It wasn't just because she was sweating a lot and felt sticky; more importantly, someone's hands were teasing her inappropriately.

Kyoka Tachibana opened her blurry eyes and struggled to sit up, her body feeling sore.

"Okay, stop making trouble."

Her tone was tinged with a helpless yet indulgent affection as she gently patted the mischievous hand.

"Take a shower, then go to sleep obediently. Cheng-kun, you have school tomorrow."

Jingu Makoto took her small hand and then picked her up, carrying her into the bathroom.

"Yes, Aunt Kyoka."

The bathroom quickly became steamy.

In the white mist, the silhouettes of two people standing close together could be vaguely seen.

The sound of rushing water effectively masked some other noises.

But if you listen carefully, you can still hear Kyoka Tachibana's sobs, mixed with the sound of water, carrying a hint of shyness and reproach.

"Chengjun, what... are you doing?"

"I'm helping Auntie take a bath."

"But your hand... why is it still, um..."

"Ahem, this is a complimentary meal."

After a quick shower, Jingu Makoto, feeling refreshed, carried Tachibana Kyoka, whose cheeks were still flushed, back to bed.

The night was deep, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, the air filled with the fresh scent of their baths and a hint of sensuality.

.........

Over the next two days, Makoto Jingu returned home as he had wished.

The intense battle easily silenced the slight complaints from Tsubakihara Mira and the Yuna and Nina sisters.

Time flies, and Friday is here soon.