Sisters, please be gentle

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However, Chairman Miyamoto seemed not to see him and ran directly past him.

"Eh--?"

The middle-aged man touched his head in confusion.

"What's going on? Did something important happen?"

Chairman Miyamoto naturally had no intention of talking to others at this time, because his ears were still ringing with what his wife had just said to him at the dinner table.

"You'd better buy the little umbrella back before my little man is over~"

"otherwise..."

The words spoken by the once gentle and traditional wife now echoed in Chairman Miyamoto's mind like a devil's whisper.

"...After my little lover erupts in my body, I will not take any contraceptive pills..."

"Hehe~"

"If I have a baby in my body by then..."

"You are going to raise a child for my little wild man~"

"what------"

When Chairman Miyamoto thought that his family name, which had been passed down for so long, might fall into the hands of another man, and his bloodline would change from then on, he couldn't help but grab his hair with both hands, and pull out the few hairs that were left. The silk was a mess, and a lot of short black and white hair fell out from her fingers.

Sweat blurred his eyes, and there were stars in his eyes. His lungs were trying their best to supply oxygen to his body, but they were already making a whirring sound like an old-fashioned bellows.

The two of them should have started by now...?

Yes... maybe they have already gone back to the bedroom...

My wife was really happy last night...

Do not!

Thinking of the little pervert You Gao Haixiang in front of him, he directly put his hands into the lady's skirt and kneaded the two smooth and plump balls.

But his wife didn't care at all, and even moaned slightly provocatively,

Especially the way the other person looks at him.

Chairman Miyamoto couldn't help but feel the urge to weaken at the knees when he thought of his wife's eyes.

What kind of look is that?

Joy with a hint of hope...

Disdain with a hint of provocation...

I'm afraid it would be better to just scold myself in front of me for being a loser and not being like a man anymore...

"Uhhhh-"

When he thought that he had become this image in the woman's mind, and that it was entirely his own fault, Chairman Miyamoto's originally tired body seemed to be full of strength again.

The shaky steps became firm again...

Damn it...

Why is the villa I chose so remote? ?

Even a small supermarket is so far away. After running for so long, I haven't seen any...

"Jingle bell~"

The ringing of the mobile phone seemed to be slowly reaching his ears from the horizon. Chairman Miyamoto was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was doing and took out the mobile phone from his arms.

"Hey..."

It was my wife calling.

Chairman Miyamoto pressed the answer button with trembling fingers. His fat body bent over under the load. His other hand was holding on to a big tree on the side of the road, making him stand with difficulty, and took a big gulp. After taking two breaths, I was able to barely answer.

Chairman Miyamoto discovered for the first time that his voice had become so dry and hoarse, as if there was a sweet smell of blood in his throat.

"Hmm~ahhh~so great~right high~"

What came from the phone was no longer his wife's gentle and cordial greetings, but instead moans and gasps mixed with joy and desire.

"Hey...hey...! Yuka! What are you doing!?"

Chairman Miyamoto loosened his collar and held his knee with one hand, as if he wanted to reach between his legs, but was forced to hold him there.

"Aha~haha~huhu~"

"Are you...are you asking questions knowingly?"

Mrs. Miyamoto also seemed to have difficulty speaking on the phone. On the one hand, she needed to use her mouth to moan while assisting her breathing. On the other hand, her voice was trembling because her whole body was tense.

"This...isn't this what you want?"

"Hey...listen carefully~"

"Right high...so good...hold me tight..."

"How does it feel to be in this body that he abandoned?"

Mrs. Miyamoto's question came from the phone. Chairman Miyamoto opened his mouth, but he understood that the question was not for him, so he could only stay silent and wait for the little man's answer.

"Heh! Hehe~"

Even though he couldn't see the other person's face through the phone call, Chairman Miyamoto could still imagine how proud and comfortable Udaka Kaisho's expression was at this time.

"...Madam's body is of course the best..."

"Not only is the front and back...the skin is as white and tender as milk..."

"...It's so addictive...I just want me to go in deeper..."

"Hehe~Okay~ah~na~da~"

Chairman Miyamoto heard his wife's usual address to him, and originally wanted to agree directly, but then he heard his wife's voice continue to come from the microphone,

"A~na~da~ Then hold me tight and let the two of us be more closely integrated~"

"it is good!"

"Hey! Your Anada is me! Yuka!"

Chairman Miyamoto finally couldn't help but wailed into the microphone,

"Eh? Is this you my Anada? Obviously I am being held in Anada's arms~"

Mrs. Miyamoto's voice was filled with joy and a hint of the joy of successful revenge.

"...My dear is asking for me crazily~"

"Of course a husband and wife should become one every day~"

"Haha, that's right, no man would push a woman like Madam out..."

You Gao Haixiang was fanning the flames in a low voice.

"You! I...how could this happen..."

Only then did Chairman Miyamoto suddenly realize that he had lost something. However, no matter how much he wailed, when he knelt down in despair, he suddenly found that a tent stood high between his legs.

"Hehe~ Have you bought a small umbrella? Remember what I told you~"

Right... right...

Chairman Miyamoto suddenly stood up, his fat body seemed to be full of motivation again, and he ran hard towards the convenience store in the distance.

As long as I can successfully buy back the small umbrella...

That little man wouldn't be in his wife's body...

This way the wife is still his...

At least...

Descendants can still be named Miyamoto...

The bloodline of my family will not be cut off...

"Clap~"

It seemed that Mrs. Miyamoto on the other end of the phone casually threw her phone on the table, but for some reason, Mrs. Miyamoto did not hang up the phone.

Chairman Miyamoto also tacitly held the phone to his ear while running frantically towards the destination.

Just like this, accompanied by his wife's beautiful singing voice on the other end of the phone, which was sometimes fierce, sometimes tactful, and sometimes almost breathless, Chairman Miyamoto rushed into the convenience store.

"Hey! Where is the little umbrella!?"

The salesperson at the convenience store is a young man with acne on his face and a cowardly look.

When Chairman Miyamoto's stubby body burst into the convenience store door, the young man was so frightened that he trembled all over.

After hearing the other party's question, his fingers trembled and pointed in one direction.

Then I saw Chairman Miyamoto rushing in that direction, and after a brief identification, he grabbed two boxes wrapped in plastic film and rushed to the checkout counter.

Just when the clerk was about to pick up the goods and scan the shipping code to check out, he saw the man holding the phone, his face covered with sweat and his body dirty. It seemed that he had fallen countless times along the way. His hands and feet were in a panic. He took out a thick wallet from his pocket.

After casually pulling out a wad of large Japanese currency, he threw it directly on the salesman's chest, then picked up the two boxes of small umbrellas and rushed out of the convenience store door again.

Looking at Chairman Miyamoto's retreating figure, the salesman was stunned for a long time before slowly picking up the large-denomination bills scattered in front of him one by one.

After thinking about it for a moment, it seemed that the woman's gasping sound was still coming from the phone held by the man.

A hint of envy gradually appeared on the young salesman's face.

"I'm so envious... There was a woman waiting for me to buy a small umbrella early in the morning..."

"...Judging from the voice, that woman must look very sweet..."

"Tsk tsk..."

After the salesman counted the amount of banknotes he received, he made a sigh of relief.

"He is really a rich man... I wonder how beautiful a woman of such a rich man must be...?"

"...If it were me, I would run home impatiently..."

Not to mention the great shock to the salesman's soul, Chairman Miyamoto's wife's obviously rapid breathing words came from the phone next to Chairman Miyamoto's ear,

"You...have you bought it yet?"

"Hi! I bought it! Yuxiang! Wait for me!"

"No! Just tell You Gao to wait!"

Chairman Miyamoto shouted towards the other end of the phone,

"I...I can rush back right away!"

"Never...never..."

"Hehe~"

"...Then my little man can't control it~"

"m~u~a~"

As if on purpose, Mrs. Miyamoto and Utaka Kaixiang made a loud kissing sound,

"You..."

"Don't you see how long my little man has been going on now?"