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

She licked the remaining taste of the man on her lips, raised the corners of her narrow and charming eyes again, and looked at Shimizu Hiroki with a smile.

"Haha... Aren't all these thanks to you? But I'm not angry. Instead, I want to thank Yuuki-kun. It was Yuuki-kun who made me find my true self and live freely and unrestrainedly like I am now.

Not to mention that I don’t have to be like before, wanting to eat Yuki-kun so much, but having to worry about my identity as a shrine saint and a school teacher, and forcibly suppressing my inner desire. Do you know how painful this feeling is? ! "

Hysterical and hopeless!

Knowing that he was trying to impress a woman with words and coming to his senses... the possibility of letting him go was extremely slim, and Shimizu Hiroki did not intend to waste his energy on this.

He was silent, raised his head and scanned the corridor, looking for any sign of the camera.

"Don't worry about that. I paid special attention to the area so that I could have a good time with Yuuki-kun.

After all, if someone really caught you and told your good wife about it, it would be a disaster, right? "

Mieko was naturally well aware of this.

As long as Shimizu Hiroki still loves his wife, with ties and concerns, she can always control and coerce Shimizu Hiroki, enjoy this beautiful body to her heart's content, and eat it until her mouth is full of oil.

"I don't have time to chat with you here."

After giving the woman a cold look, Shimizu Yuuki was about to go downstairs carrying his briefcase.

"Did I allow you to leave?" Mieko blocked Shimizu Hiroki's way with her body, her eyes indifferent.

"Do you want to..."

Hiroki Shimizu widened his eyes in disbelief, thinking this was too cruel.

But on second thought, he felt that the woman in front of him had already lost her bottom line. She was unwilling to let go even of a married man like him and continued to eat him. What could she not do now?

"You want to do that disgusting thing with me here?!"

This terrible conjecture made Yuki Shimizu feel a little scared.

The reason why he can still have a seemingly peaceful and equal conversation with Mieko is simply because the other party believes that she has completely controlled him and is sure of victory, so she is not in a hurry.

But if there is something that Mieko is determined to get, does Shimizu Hiroki have any room to refuse?

"That's a good idea, but I'll leave it for next time."

Mieko's eyes lit up, and she frowned as if she was really considering something.

After receiving such an answer, Shimizu Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief for a short time, which made him unable to help but question Mieko loudly.

"If you just want to use my body, I can satisfy you, but how long are you going to pester and torture me like this?"

The woman smiled charmingly, without saying a word, and slowly approached Shimizu Hiroki's collar, slightly raised her nose, squinted her eyes and nodded, as if she was extremely satisfied.

"Every corner of Yuki-kun's body is completely filled with my scent!"

Mieko giggled and clapped her hands again and again.

"What are you talking about?"

Shimizu Hiroki frowned in confusion, but an indescribable panic still surged into his heart uncontrollably.

He instinctively took a few steps back, grabbed her collar with trembling hands and sniffed it. The sweet scent of tulips that belonged only to his wife Erika had disappeared without him noticing.

At this moment, the scent that hits my nose is... the more charming and lingering strong fragrance of Mieko.

His heart was trembling, and it seemed that through this trivial matter, Shimizu Hiroki saw his future gradually falling into the abyss and becoming sad and gloomy.

"It's not that I'm a grudge ghost, or I'm taking revenge on you, but what I want can only be given to me by Yuki-kun."

Mieko stroked the man's broad, strong, yet violently heaving chest, her breath sweet as orchid.

"I really want to see Yuuki-kun not only have my scent on his body, but also have my mark on his soul, so that his whole body and mind will become mine."

"Yuuki, who is regarded as a good man and a good husband by the public, is now having an affair with another woman behind the back of his wife, who is a full-time housewife at home..."

"This is the real you, Yuuki-kun. In the end, we are all the same, aren't we? We are all suppressing our inner thoughts and pretending to be serious, but deep down we are longing for indulgence and depravity...

I will help Yuuki-kun find his true self! Just like you helped me. "

Mieko trembled all over as if she had succeeded. Her eyes were red as if she was about to cry, but her facial features were gradually distorted, showing extreme joy.

Her cheeks flushed with joy, she wrapped her arms around Shimizu Hiroki's neck, and kissed the man's dull eyes with her beautiful red lips.

This time, the little clove tongue went straight into the abdomen smoothly and helplessly, tasting the man's body fluids.

Just as the man and the woman were whispering to each other and getting deeply entangled, a series of untimely low gasps suddenly appeared in the silent and deserted stairwell.

Mieko looked around in surprise, her heart uncontrollably panicking.

She hasn't even started panting yet?

Hiroki Shimizu's nerves were also instantly tense. He reacted quickly, pulling Mieko into the storage room on the side.

With the taste of each other still lingering between their lips and teeth, the two of them lay down against the wall and looked out quietly. They were both extremely nervous and their palms were sweating.

After waiting for a long time, they saw Mrs. Nishijima from the community committee climbing up the stairs with sweat all over her face and heading towards the floor where Hiroki Shimizu lived.

55. We are the champions! Erika gives her acceptance speech

"Mrs. Nishijima? Why are you here? Come in and sit down."

Erika opened the door and quickly called in Mrs. Nishijima, who was sweating and panting.

"That's not necessary. Time is tight and the task is heavy." Mrs. Nishijima waved her hand.

"Mrs. Qingshui, please pack up quickly. Let's go to the community organizing committee. As expected, our community won the championship in this loving couple competition. I was right about you two."

She was already feeling elated in her heart, but she had to maintain her composure and expressionless attitude as the mistress of the Qingshui family.

That was a plan she had carefully planned. She took advantage of the opportunity to celebrate Hiroki Shimizu's birthday to take such a perfect photo for the entry.

"It's just a casual shot. The important thing is to participate."

Erika smiled and made a few polite remarks, then turned to ask why Mrs. Nishijima had hurriedly called her to a meeting.

"Of course we are going to present the award to you two. Everyone wants to see you two loving couples."

"Well, but...but Yuuki-kun isn't at home."

"Working overtime on weekends? That's really hard work." Mrs. Nishijima couldn't help but sigh. She said helplessly, "It's all my fault... I should have informed you earlier."

"Then I'll go alone."

Erika knew Shimizu Hiroki's personality, and he had never been interested in these activities.

Another thing is that it is really boring to stay at home all the time, and even the healthy body is a little weak. Erika volunteered and agreed to Mrs. Nishijima's request.

It was settled, Erika took the time to put on some light makeup, changed into a floral dress, and stepped on white high-heeled sandals. Her long black hair was braided and placed on her shoulders, and she had the gentle and virtuous smell of a wife.

Erika, who hadn't dressed up for a long time, looked at herself in front of the floor-length mirror for a long time, and then turned around a few times with her skirt. Her two slender and pale calves were exposed, and her pitiful and transparent temperament intertwined with a different kind of beauty.

If Hiroki Shimizu relived this scene of Erika, he would probably lose control on the spot, and his XP system would freeze and blue screen instantly. He just wanted to love his wife well.

"Would you like to take a couple of pictures to satisfy Yuuki-kun's craving?"

Erika looked at the gentle and affectionate beauty in the mirror, but it was not that she was boastful, arrogant, or blindly confident.

But Erika knew very well how obsessed and how much her husband, Shimizu Hiroki, loved this body, which contributed to her habit of never having a sense of crisis and feeling complacent about it.

Shimizu Hiroki's loyalty, affection, and deep love for her...are all integrated into every detail of their lives, and cannot be concealed by sweet words or flattery.

Mrs. Nishijima started urging her outside the door again. Erika quickly responded, saved the photos she had taken into her mobile phone, and prepared to go out.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs together. Mrs. Nishijima, who had been fanning herself with her hands, couldn't help but complain.

"Really? The elevator was stuck when I was going upstairs, so I had to climb the stairs. Such residents are of low quality and have no regard for other people's experience at all."

"After all, our community is very old, and the rent is not high, so naturally there are all kinds of residents, all kinds of people."

Erika comforted him at the right time, and did not forget to praise him, "So we all have to rely on Mrs. Nishijima to take care of the management."

"I like to hear that. Our community really needs to step up its efforts and take better care of this."

Mrs. Nishijima nodded with great satisfaction, blinked and looked at Erika a few more times, then suddenly lowered her voice and spoke.

"I remember that the apartment downstairs in your house, Mrs. Shimizu, is vacant. Has a new tenant moved in recently?"

Erika, who seldom goes out, shook her head and said, "I don't know, probably not. What's wrong?"

"Nothing...Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong."

Mrs. Nishijima suppressed her strong desire to gossip and did not treat Erika as an outsider, muttering to herself.

"That's strange. When I went upstairs, I clearly noticed a couple in the stairwell, pulling each other, as if they were flirting. Aren't they residents of that floor? Which floor are they from?"

Regardless, doing such things without considering the occasion and without paying attention to the scale is somewhat dissolute and indecent behavior, and such things that harm the morals of the community must be strictly managed!"

Erika on the other side lowered her head to edit the photos on her phone, her eyes watching her mouth, her mouth watching her heart... and listened to all these words quietly.

……

"Hey, who is this? You came so late, what a big score!"

"You don't even know this person?"

"These are the most loving couple in our community, Mr. Qingshui. Why can't I see Mr. Qingshui?"

Seeing Erika arriving late, several married young women who looked very familiar to them and who often interacted with them on weekdays gathered together to talk and make a noise.

Erika used her hands to brush down a few strands of hair that were hanging by her ears, covering her red and hot earlobes.

"Alright, alright, don't take advantage of Mr. Qingshui's absence to bully his beautiful wife."

Aoi Kobayashi, who runs a barber shop in the community and has the best relationship with Erika, stepped forward to help her out.

"We are not those stinky men, so how can we bully them? We are just envious of Madam Qingshui's good fortune to find such a good husband who loves and cares for her."

"Yes, yes. Not only is he handsome, but he also has a great temper and character. He speaks softly and treats people gently and gracefully. Last time... he even took the initiative to help me carry the heavy things upstairs."

Erika immediately looked over when she heard the voice and found that the woman who was covering her mouth and showing a bit of girlish shyness was probably in her fifties. She felt relieved and smiled again with her eyebrows curved.

"Yuuki-kun and I are the youngest and have been married the shortest, so we appear to be more affectionate. But in the end, we are still not as affectionate as you all are."

This reply really made the ladies on the scene smile and feel much better.

"Ahem... Let's get down to business. As the winners of this year's Loving Couple Selection Contest, why don't you tell us how you two have managed to remain so loving and fresh three years after your marriage?"

Erika pondered for a while and gave a rather pertinent and sincere answer.

"Because Yuuki and I are each other's soul mates. We are impeccably compatible in terms of hobbies, tastes, and values."

Erika paused, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she pinched the hem of her skirt shyly.

"By the way...my husband and I are not only each other's first love, but we also fell in love at first sight."

After receiving such an answer that was no different from showing off one's affection, everyone was unwilling to buy it and protested.

"Foul, so foul!"

"This answer doesn't count, right? There's no way to learn from it."

"No, no, be more specific."

Kobayashi Aoi on the side also interjected at the right time and hit the nail on the head.

"Mrs. Shimizu, why do you keep talking about soul mates and spiritual resonance? What about their physical bodies? They must be perfectly compatible and have a great, perfect couple experience, right?"

Clutching the handbag tightly, I felt a little overwhelmed, yet at the same time, I couldn't help but feel smug as a winner.

When Erika, who was in this state, heard such a question, her face suddenly froze and she stammered for a long time without being able to say anything.

"Well, Yuuki-kun and I..."

56. Collapse

"Uh, why are you asking such a question all of a sudden? This is really embarrassing... Hahaha, eh... don't you feel embarrassed? Did I accidentally hear it wrong? I really don't know how to answer.

If I must say, we... Yuuki-kun and I are pretty good in this regard, we can be considered compatible, um... of course we are."

Erika prepared her words carefully, and while speaking she glanced at everyone's faces in a nonchalant manner, fearing that she might say the wrong thing.

In the final analysis, it is because of lack of assurance and confidence in one's own abilities that one feels so uncertain and uneasy.

"What about the specific time? Madam Qingshui, please don't feel embarrassed. We are all women here, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Five minutes... No, I remembered it wrong. It was about ten minutes. Sometimes I could last up to fifteen minutes."

"Does that count as foreplay?"