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

Foreplay? She and Shimizu Hiroki rarely did this because they had to take her health into consideration. Most of the time, they would have sex for the purpose of feeding her medicine.

Even if the sexual desire is aroused occasionally, it is just a simple warm-up before getting straight to the point.

Of course, Erika had her own explanation to convince herself:

They are each other's first love, and before that their bodies and minds were clean and pure, so when they do it... it is inevitable that there will be some unfamiliarity and awkwardness, which is all normal.

Thinking of this, Erika couldn't help but recall the embarrassing things that happened when they first did that kind of thing.

At that time, Shimizu Hiroki, who was still a virgin, was so nervous and panicked that he got lost outside. In the end, it was only with her hand-in-hand that he was able to find the right direction.

"It doesn't count as foreplay." Erika shook her head and answered truthfully.

"hiss!"

The exclamations from everyone made Erika extremely nervous. She closed her eyes, feeling as nervous as a criminal waiting to be tried.

"How happy you are, Mrs. Shimizu."

"I can tell at first glance that Mr. Shimizu is the kind of muscular man who shows off his muscles when he takes off his clothes."

"No wonder you two have such a good relationship. It's definitely related to this."

Erika opened her eyes and felt the warm gazes directed at her on the field, hidden in them was naked envy, and the sound of people swallowing saliva quietly.

She suppressed her excitement and pretended to be curious, "Is it that exaggerated?"

"I think Miss Qingshui, you don't know how to appreciate the good things you have. If you don't count the foreplay, you can last for fifteen minutes just by doing high-intensity exercise. I can't believe how strong and brave you are!"

"My husband can only last three minutes at most, and after taking the pills, he can barely last four or five minutes. He only pays his dues once a week, which is not enough to satisfy me."

Perhaps it was because of the deep love and long-standing resentment, and the women in the scene all happened to be at the age of being as vigorous as wolves and tigers, so they all began to complain and grumble.

After watching the show for a long time, Erika blinked her round and lovely almond eyes, and her light pink lips slightly pursed, and the corners of her lips were almost unable to be suppressed.

Although she tried to save face by telling a little lie, she actually couldn't last more than fifteen minutes. Her average was only about five minutes.

But compared with others, she is still very competitive.

If five minutes is considered the normal level for most men, then she must have satisfied Yuuki Shimizu well and made her husband get the proper happiness in this matter!

"Ah... stop complaining in front of me. I'm planning to divorce you. My guy always ends before I even get in. It only takes... less than three seconds. He's completely a decoration now."

After listening to everyone's data, Kobayashi Aoi, who first raised the question, became more and more angry and annoyed... and also strengthened his determination.

"I really can't understand why you want to get divorced because of something like this." Erika quickly put away her boastful attitude, worried that Kobayashi Aoi was just acting on impulse.

"You are still very young, Madam Qingshui. You will never understand my feelings. I really love my husband, but I am suffering from inner torment, rekindling hope again and again... and then being extremely disappointed, the pain of wanting something but not being able to get it, and there is no end in sight for such days..."

Erika subconsciously wanted to refute, but couldn't find the right words.

However, she always believed that physical enjoyment was not important, and such superficial things were just accessories to the spiritual love.

"Stuck, stuck, this whole part is stuck! This is totally inappropriate for children!"

Mrs. Nishijima shouted loudly, and single-handedly pulled the atmosphere back to normal, which was gradually becoming a little weird.

"Mrs. Shimizu, come over here and take a picture as a souvenir. As for the group photo... we can take it next time."

"Oh ok, I see."

Erika, who had been in a daze for a moment, suddenly came to her senses. She couldn't help but take another look at Kobayashi Aoi, who looked pale, thin and helpless.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

She wanted to comfort someone but didn't know where to start. It was like there was a thorn in her throat that she couldn't get up or down.

……

The clock passed another hour, and Shimizu Hiroki was already two hours late for work.

Hiroki Shimizu, who was supposed to be wearing a suit and working in a company, was entangled with a woman in a completely different manner in a dark rental house.

As the man moved up and down, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down into the deep and neat muscle lines, falling drop by drop onto the woman's body. After another roll, they fell into the deeper and steeper peaks.

Mieko lay on her back on the smooth floor, looking at Shimizu Hiroki's jawline which was as sharp as a knife. She raised her hand to catch it, and a pool of sweat from the man's body gathered in her palm.

She didn't feel disgusted, but licked it with the tip of her tongue, enjoying it as if she was drinking sweet wine.

"Is that enough? Are you satisfied?"

His eyes were gloomy and cloudy. Shimizu Yuuki glanced at the woman who was about to collapse under him, and said in a low voice,

"Don't stop until I say stop."

Mieko gave the order, and even though she had already reached her limit, she was still too greedy to stop.

She wished she could stay like this in this dark room forever, until she drowned in the salty sweat dripping from their bodies.

"Why do you look so reluctant? I just criticized Yuuki-kun for his rusty skills last time, but I didn't expect that he would correct it after so long. I guess you haven't said it, but you have been immersed in it for a long time, right?"

"You lunatic! You devil! Why do you keep torturing me like this!"

Shimizu Hiroki angrily retaliated against the woman, almost making Mieko faint. Her narrow, foxy eyes suddenly rolled up their whites, and saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her lips.

The screen of the mobile phone placed aside suddenly lit up, and a special message ringtone instantly cheered up Shimizu Yuki.

He didn't care about the woman's life or death at all, and stretched out his arm to grab the phone.

Unlock, swipe the screen, click on the "Doraemon" avatar at the top of the message bar...

His pupils shrank and he almost couldn't hold the phone in his hand.

"Why aren't you moving, Yuuki-kun?"

Mieko, who was standing under him, put her hand through the hem of her shirt and snatched the phone from Shimizu Yuki.

The faint light from the screen illuminated the woman's flushed face. She seemed to have seen something extremely interesting and suddenly started giggling.

"The champion of the most beautiful couple contest? That's amazing. They are really in love... huh? Don't you think so?"

Mieko sneered a few times and threw the phone away, splashing a few drops of the turbid body fluids of the two people together and falling on the screen.

In the photo, Erika is wearing the floral dress that Hiroki Shimizu personally picked out. She points her finger towards the camera and makes a "yeah" gesture. The smile on her face is pure, sweet, innocent and lovely.

It should have been clean and clear... like a fragile piece of white paper that was not stained by any ink, but it fell into the ugly pool of desire and became unrecognizable.

Shimizu Yuuki pulled out a tissue and subconsciously wanted to wipe away the few drops of turbidity that stained Erika.

"Don't waste time, give me one more chance, Yuuki-kun~"

But the woman had no intention of giving him this chance. She coiled around him like a nimble poisonous snake and clamped her legs around the man's strong back.

57. Two people with their own thoughts

It was hot and humid, as if immersed in a ball of grease.

Erika slowly woke up from her coma. She opened her sore eyes, and the light from above her head pierced through the haziness in her eyes like daylight.

As if waking up from a nightmare, Erika supported herself on the soft sofa to get up, but her limbs went numb as soon as she exerted force, as if this weak body no longer belonged to her.

Her clenched heart squeezed out huge fear, and Erika breathed rapidly. Her hoarse throat could not make any sound, so she could only shout Shimizu Yuki's name in her heart, and tried many times.

Perhaps her hands and feet were numb from sleeping, and as Erika gradually woke up, she finally struggled out of the sofa that was like a quagmire.

Her damp and greasy black hair stuck to her face, and she was sweaty all over, as if she had just swam out of the salty sea.

Erika glanced at the sofa beneath her with fear. The sweat oozing from her seaweed-like black hair and her wet, thin white back had soaked the sofa cover.

The body fluids secreted from the body were as turbulent as a stream, soaking the light-colored fabric into large patches of dark color.

The relatives haven't come yet? And why is the quantity so large this time?

Erika, who had similar experiences, was not as helpless as the little girl who was experiencing her first menstruation.

She touched it with her hand and felt that the smell was not like the unpleasant and irritating smell of menstrual blood, so she ruled out this possibility.

Is this a dream again...

Erika was extremely reluctant to think of this possibility, and a strong sense of regret flashed in her eyes.

This is a secret that even Shimizu Hiroki doesn't know. Occasionally, when she wakes up, her heart will surge uncontrollably in her dreams...

This forced her to go to the bathroom secretly to wash her muddy body while her husband was sleeping. When it became frequent, the bedding in the house had to be changed every few days.

Erika often becomes depressed because of this, and she is a little worried that she might be the kind of person who has strong desires and is promiscuous, otherwise... she wouldn't always have such dirty and hazy dreams.

Of course, the protagonist in the dream... is naturally her husband Shimizu Hiroki. It was after she met Shimizu Hiroki that this strange phenomenon began to appear in her body.

But this time, Erika was very sure that she was not dreaming. She just wanted to take a nap on the sofa after lunch, but she didn't expect to sleep until the evening.

If it wasn't a coincidence, then after eliminating all the possible options, everything seemed to point to the last possibility, which was also the answer that Erika was unwilling to face no matter what and was deeply afraid of.

Could it be that...her health, which was about to get better, had problems again?

As this thought came to her mind, the fear in her mind did not come from the fear of death, but the frowning, disappointed and painful face of her husband Hiroki Shimizu outside the ward.

The pale and fragile woman sat on the cold floor with her back against the sofa. She covered her heart, where a long-lasting stinging pain was looming.

Erika took out her cell phone and checked the time, then looked out into the deep, silent darkness outside the apartment. Her husband, who was working away from home, had not returned home yet.

……

"Just do it once more. I promise it'll be the last time. It's just getting dark. Are you leaving now, Yuuki-kun?"

Mieko pounced on him, threw away the suit in Shimizu Hiroki's hand, and entangled herself with him like a beautiful snake eyeing its prey.

She raised her slender and elegant neck, and her slim waist was curved into an arc.

Her plump and round buttocks pressed against Yuki Shimizu's taut belly. She forced the man to lift her body with both hands. One hand could not hold it, and the plump buttocks overflowed from between his fingers.

"Hurry up, Yuuki-kun!"

Mieko impatiently shook off her long black hair that was in the way. She shook her legs, causing waves of flesh to sway, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down and mixed with the man's body fluids.

Seeing that Shimizu Hiroki was in a bad mood and unwilling to move, Mieko decided to move herself.

This time, Shimizu Hiroki pushed the woman away without any room for maneuver and stood up firmly.

"Don't push your luck! It's late. I have to leave."

"Are you so anxious to go back and find that woman? What's so good about her? Is it because she's pure, innocent, and stupid?"

"Shut your mouth! How can a woman like you be compared to Erika?"

"Haha, a woman like me?" Mieko laughed in anger

"After all, isn't she the same as I was back then? Cowardly, incompetent, naive, and easily fooled by a few sweet words. She was willing to give up everything. Could it be that you still miss your teacher, so you found your current wife based on this model?"

Hiroki Shimizu looked at Mieko in surprise and found that he had underestimated the shamelessness of this woman.

Not wanting to argue any more, he ignored the woman and walked towards the shower room with his body covered in the woman's smell and sweat.

Mieko said suddenly: "You can leave now, but you must come to my house tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..."

"Isn't this enough to satisfy you? Didn't you promise me that as long as I satisfy you, you would not bother me for a month?"

Hiroki Shimizu was obviously extremely angry. Not only was he dragged here by Mieko to have a feast before work, but he was also exploited again when he got home from get off work.

He originally thought it would only be one day at most, but looking at Mieko's expression, it seemed that she wanted to indulge herself every day and party every night!

"That was the condition last time. Do you think I went through all the trouble to move downstairs from Yuki-kun just to drink some soup and not eat meat?"

The woman glanced at him indifferently. She was just informing him, not discussing with him.

With a wave of her hand, Mieko sent the guest away. She turned her back and showed only her plump and soft back to Shimizu Hiroki.

"I won't see you off. My legs are weak... I can't get up."

"..."

Yuki Shimizu stood there in a daze, choking for a moment, with endless disappointment in his eyes.

Once a person begins to degenerate, he will fall step by step into an endless abyss with no bottom line and no end. It is not surprising what he says or does.

Arisu Mieko is the best example of someone who has fallen from being a flawless saint revered by believers on the island nation to such a dirty and greasy state!

……

After washing away the dirt on his body and changing his appearance, Hiroki Shimizu left Mieko's apartment.

After making sure that no one noticed him coming out of another woman's house as a husband, he went up one more floor and knocked on the door.

The couple stood at the entrance and looked at each other. Each of them had their own thoughts and neither of them noticed the subtle emotions in the other's eyes.

It seemed as if this was just an ordinary day in their three years of marriage.