Why does the good husband not forget the past of being bullied by the evil woman after marriage?

Erika shook her head. She never had stereotypes about people, so naturally she couldn't understand Mieko's worries.

Is it possible that there are some unspeakable secrets behind the security guard's job of protecting the safety of community residents and solving their problems?

Mieko looked at Erika in surprise, not expecting that she didn't understand her suggestion. She had a deeper understanding of the innocence of women, which was like a blank sheet of paper that could not be stained by ink.

"Don't the news often report that a community security guard uses his position to sexually harass female property owners? Even in many restricted works that are forbidden for minors to watch, there are villains with this identity. They often take advantage of the male owner's absence to threaten and intimidate the neighbor's wife into doing something they have no choice but to do. It can be said to be extremely bad."

Now I understand!

"Ms. Arisu, you are really well-informed."

Erika subconsciously touched her cheek, and her palm felt hot. Although she was embarrassed, she completely understood Mieko's worries and concerns.

It seemed that what the other party said was not wrong at all, because this was what happened not long ago in the community where Erika lived. The previous security guard was severely fired for the abominable behavior of stalking and molesting female owners, which led to Miss Arisu taking over.

As for the latter part... Erika has never watched or appreciated that kind of thing, so there is no evidence.

However, she became even more determined to keep Miss Arisu, because she was the married woman the other party mentioned. Has her situation always been so dangerous?

No wonder Yuki Shimizu always reminds her about her personal safety again and again. As a man, Yuki must have also seen those H-rated works, right?

"In short, this matter has nothing to do with what kind of profession you are in, but it depends on your personal temperament, morality and sense of good and evil."

Erika thought for a moment, then took the initiative to hold Mieko's cold hands and gave her answer.

"So I still believe that the participation of young and outstanding female security guards like Ms. Arisu who break the stereotype will definitely stop the bad behavior of harassing and molesting women, and everyone will welcome and support this.

Don’t get caught up in self-destruction because you care too much about what others think. The safety index of our community depends on you, so you must cheer up! "

Erika's warm and sincere words soothed the sensitive and fragile woman like a little sun.

Mieko seemed to see a blindingly bright white light from behind Erika, which was about to purify and cleanse her, and completely dissolve the darkness and desire for revenge in her heart.

No way! This trick doesn't work on her!

But what if it was Shimizu Hiroki who had been hurt and felt hopeless? He would not be able to reject this kindness and innocence, and would regard the other person as the only salvation when he was at the lowest point in his life?

Mieko felt more and more disdainful, thinking that Erika was just being indifferent and not caring about the matter.

When you see your husband being toyed with and other women having fun on him, can you still comfort yourself with such calmness and gentleness?

"I see. After listening to what Madam Qingshui said, I feel much better. In this case... I will work hard."

The woman's expression changed very quickly, and the next second she looked encouraged and excited.

Erika felt very relieved, as if she had seen a student who had gone astray but was finally able to find a bright future through her persuasion and education.

"It's a piece of cake, but I'm still curious, why did Ms. Arisu choose this job?"

"I spent all the inheritance my parents left me after they passed away. I couldn't stay at home, so I had to go out to work." Mieko said casually, "Luckily, my physical fitness is not bad, and your community just happened to have a tendency to hire female security guards, so I applied for this job."

Erika was stunned by what she said. This reason was really shocking, yet it seemed very reasonable and she couldn't find any loopholes to refute it.

"By the way, Mrs. Shimizu's husband hasn't gotten off work yet?"

"Although my wife's company pays a lot, she usually has to leave work an hour later, which is very hard."

"Then could you please show me this room? It should be similar in layout to the one downstairs that's not rented out, right?"

"Yes, you can take Miss Qi for a walk."

Erika didn't think much about it and spent a few minutes explaining the layout of the house to Mieko.

When the other party suggested seeing the study and the balcony connected to the study, Erika hesitated for a moment, because that was where her husband worked. Although Shimizu Hiroki had never forbidden her to enter, the same could not be said for others.

But if you just take a look, it shouldn't matter.

Erika, who was of a soft nature, compromised and took Mieko in for a walk.

When everything was over, Mieko, knowing that she would not be able to wait for Shimizu Hiroki, completely lost interest and left on the grounds that she could not be away from her post for too long.

After all, she came here to have another bite of meat. The delicious food she tasted on the tram last time was so tasty that she couldn't stop eating.

As for the broken circuit... naturally it was not repaired.

Erika didn't know what to say and could only wait patiently for her husband to come home.

34. Mr. Shimizu, please come and nourish me, your teacher.

The sky has been getting darker faster recently. The street lights are dragging shadows, and the setting sun is burning blood in the corner of the sky, making its last struggle before night falls.

The man was walking on the path home carrying a briefcase. His stiff suit supported his slightly bent back. From his expression to his walking posture, he looked extremely tired.

It looked like another day had passed without incident, Shimizu Hiroki thought hopefully, and even his steps became lighter.

One street away from his home, Hiroki Shimizu saw the old lady selling flowers on the roadside at the entrance of the alley again. He was moved and walked over.

"Are there any tulips left?"

"There are three left."

The old lady raised her head and glanced at Shimizu Hiroki. Her eyes were old and cloudy, and she was still not in a very good spirit. It seemed that she had no impression of him.

The flowers this time are not fresh enough and look wilted.

"I want them all."

After paying the money, Yuki Shimizu took the packaged flowers and walked back home at a quickened pace.

This area is full of old communities connected to each other, with a large and diverse population and many alleys.

Shimizu Yuki has reminded Erika more than once to walk on the main road and not to walk through these alleys alone, especially when walking at night.

It doesn't matter to him as he's a grown man.

Without thinking too much, Shimizu Hiroki chose to take a shortcut and turned into the alley as usual. The alley became narrower and deeper as he went deeper, and he no longer met anyone who passed by him sideways.

Shimizu Hiroki suddenly stopped and looked at the empty alley in front of him. He could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps.

When he realized this, the footsteps suddenly stopped and there was no sound at all.

Shimizu Hiroki seemed to realize something, his whole body suddenly tensed up and his breathing almost stopped.

He felt extremely frightened and did not dare to look back to see who was behind him.

It’s like a dying person who has clearly prepared himself for death, but when the cruel and indifferent god of death really comes.

All the psychological preparation, self-comfort, self-righteousness...all collapsed at this moment, turning into trembling cold hands and feet.

"Shimizu-san...you seem very scared of the teacher. Did you do something bad? Hmm?"

Seeing the expected voice and tone, Shimizu Yuuki closed his eyes in despair.

The woman didn't want to delay for a moment, and her two slender arms could not wait to pass through the man's arms and softly wrapped around him from behind.

Only when you are tightly pressed together like this can you deeply appreciate the large, firm, heavy and full fruit of a woman under her loose sportswear.

She lay on the broad and strong back of Yuuki Shimizu, greedily sucking in the rich scent of the beautiful boy that belonged only to her.

"Don't be afraid, the teacher won't do anything to you. Turn around and let me see... It was too dark on the train last time, so I couldn't see clearly."

Mieko let go of Shimizu Hiroki reluctantly and gave orders lightly.

"Don't keep the teacher waiting too long. You are such a bad boy. I'll count to three."

"one."

"Oh, so good~"

Mieko's narrow and beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit.

Having just finished counting a number, Shimizu Hiroki, knowing full well that he had no way to resist, could only do as he was told in humiliation. He turned away with an evasive look, not daring to look at the woman.

Mieko was really satisfied with this attitude of fear and fear of her, wanting to resist but having to obey her.

“It really hasn’t changed at all, it’s still so beautiful, as if it was carved by the hands of a god.

Mieko stretched out her hand and traced the beautiful boy's eyebrows to his deep and three-dimensional jawline with her fingers, as if she was worshiping a statue of god.

No matter how many times I see it, it's always stunning.

"What do you want? Tell me!"

Hiroki Shimizu was thrown by Mieko's inexplicable actions and words, and questioned her angrily.

The woman said nothing but smiled and rubbed her fingertips across his eyelids.

The beautiful young man staring at her was so strange and heartbreaking, and made her feel even colder.

She spoke slowly.

"I want to ask you for someone, the beautiful boy who keeps saying he loves me, doesn't care about the age difference between us, and doesn't care about the gossip about teachers and students being in love. Tell me... where is he?"

Sometimes silence is the best answer. Mieko suddenly laughed crazily and madly.

But the next second she suddenly stopped talking, her eyes were cold without a trace of warmth, and she kept staring at the beautiful boy in front of her.

"What a bad boy! He should be punished."

The seemingly angry yet very gentle tone sounded like he was really teaching a naughty student a lesson.

Mieko stared at Shimizu Hiroki's tightly pursed lips, the same lips that once said "I only love her".

She said: "The teacher's lips are dry..."

"Don't go too far! What if someone sees us..."

Yuki Shimizu lowered his voice and let out a low roar.

"I went to visit Qingshui's home today. She is such an innocent and lovely woman. It seems that she will become tender and juicy if you squeeze her with your hands.

How could you be an old woman like the teacher, who is old and has no charm at all? No wonder you are indecisive and left the teacher. "

His face suddenly changed, his eyes trembled. He knew that the other party would use this move, so he clenched his fists, but only a very sad sobbing sound came out of his throat.

"one."

"two."

"Shimizu-san should know the consequences of disobeying a teacher, right?"

Mieko licked her lips and smiled foolishly.

"But if a beautiful boy like Shimizu-kun can moisturize me, maybe the teacher can become as tender and smooth as the one in your family, and won't be so angry."

Night fell quietly, the only remaining ray of sunset burned out, darkness enveloped like a veil, and the entire alley fell into endless darkness.

The shadow on the wall showed a man hugging a woman's waist. He was clearly the active party, but the dim light revealed a look of humiliation and sadness on the man's face.

His seemingly obedient behavior was accompanied by a hint of painful resistance. In the end, he touched the woman's gorgeous red lips, which were painted with cheap lipstick, without any feeling, like a mosquito drinking blood.

Accustomed to the fresh and soft touch of his wife's lips at home, Yuuki Shimizu was extremely uncomfortable with the extra wet and slippery feeling of women. He was unable to break free, so he could only suppress the nausea in his heart and kiss the woman's lips again and again.

"How boring! How come you don't have any strength at all? Do you still have to let me serve you?"

Hiroki Shimizu pretended to please the woman for a long time, but Mieko didn't feel anything at all and was not satisfied at all.

She snorted coldly, and simply put her arms around Shimizu Yuuki's neck forcefully, stretched out her pink, smooth and long tongue, and pried it in within a few seconds, and began to enjoy the wonderful taste.

Hiroki Shimizu, who was squeezed against the wall, could only resist the woman's attack while having to swallow the body fluids secreted by her. He was almost on the verge of suffocation and his eyes were dazed.

But only his drooping hands still retained some strength, tightly grasping the bunch of tulips in their hands.

Those were the favorite flowers of his wife who was waiting for him at home.

35. Shimizu Hiroki! The devil who tempted Mieko to fall

It was like a dream, it was true... Was it true that the gods were blessing her again?

Mieko, who was extremely excited, saw the god she had served for more than ten years again while suffocating due to lack of oxygen to the brain.

The divine beauty that was so high and pure that no one could have the slightest blasphemy against it, turned into a pool of dirty, yellow water in her hands in an instant.

It turns out that gods can also fall.

The beautiful boy who fell into lust was no longer out of reach, and negative emotions of humiliation, sadness, and anger appeared alternately in his eyes.

He was forced to accept the woman's harassment and violation, her rough and greasy hands roaming around freely, not sparing any part of his body.

In the silent and deserted streets, the tall and strong man looked as fragile and helpless as a prey with its neck strangled.

He was unable to cry out for help, only sorrowful sobs accompanied by the sizzling sound of lustful fluids leaked out from between their swollen lips.

It was not until Mieko rolled her eyes slightly that she reluctantly let go of Shimizu Hiroki, gasping for breath with a sense of unsatisfied satisfaction.