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

He had no time to think about why his trash wife was so proactive today. Shimizu Yuuki exhaled hot breath from his nose, grasped the small flesh-pink beautiful feet, and while playing with them carefully, he suddenly turned into a ferocious beast and pounced on them.

Erika screamed in fright, but quickly stopped herself.

She tensed every inch of her skin, and her toes, which Shimizu Yuki loved so much, sometimes blossomed like flower stamens, and sometimes curled up timidly.

The delicate and beautiful facial features were slightly twisted together, and the woman was on the verge of gritting her teeth, but still did not make the slightest sound.

Erika is definitely not the type of person who would easily succumb to difficulties. From the moment she walked into the bathroom to seduce Shimizu Yuki, she had made up her mind to break this unrealistic speculation from Dr. Asami's mouth.

The so-called three to five minutes is not her limit at all!

She was just deceived by the fact that this community was mostly populated by middle-aged and elderly people, and she and Hiroki Shimizu had never had the habit of foreplay, so she mistakenly thought that this was a normal length of time.

In order to build up enough self-confidence for her husband, and of course to prevent him from collapsing in bed unable to get up the next day, Erika actually always leaves room for himself.

Even her husband, Hiroki Shimizu, had never experienced her true strength, and naturally it was not something that Dr. Asami, an outsider, could understand.

As long as she puts her whole heart into it, theoretically she can at least extend the time by another minute and a half!

If that's the case, then... I'll win, right?

This was Erika's beautiful idea from the beginning to the end, but in the final analysis it was still just some theoretical talk and was just a naive fantasy that did not take into account the ever-changing actual battlefield.

Because the person she is going to face next is Shimizu Hiroki, who was so overjoyed that he lost control of his body and used up a full 20% of his strength!

How is this possible!?

Erika felt the layers of defenses in her body crumbling, and in an instant she was about to burst. She widened her eyes in disbelief, and her lips, which were swollen and red from biting, opened wide.

She looked up with difficulty at the clock hanging on the wall.

Two minutes, only two minutes passed?

But she really didn't want to succumb to a guess made casually by the other party. Somehow, her mind suddenly emerged again, and when she was about to leave the hospital, she looked back and saw the strange and meaningful look that Asami Mio gave her.

It seemed like he was mocking and ridiculing her incompetence from a woman's perspective, and it seemed like he was showing her pity and sympathy from a doctor's perspective.

Erika's body then began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Erika? Is it me…?"

Shimizu Hiroki was the first to notice that something was wrong with his wife. He was in high spirits and a little confused, so he quickly asked about Erika's condition.

"No, it's nothing. It's totally fine."

Erika quickly turned around and smiled, but then quickly lowered her head, and the smile on the corner of her lips disappeared in an instant.

For the first time, Erika felt that one minute was so long that it almost surpassed the time she felt when she was waiting for Shimizu Hiroki to come home.

If, if I could just hold on for one more minute...

This was the only thought left in Erika's mind. However, she didn't even realize that her eyes were losing focus. Her body was shaking more and more. Everything was completely falling apart.

Erika raised her head and stared blankly at the half minute on the wall clock that was still not completed. The cruelty of reality swallowed her up in an instant, and her whole body was cold.

But Shimizu Hiroki behind him looked at his wife with tearful eyes and taciturnity, and didn't notice much unusual. Every time they did this... Erika almost shed tears to vent her feelings.

This is a common expression for most women who feel physically and mentally comfortable and unable to control themselves.

He checked the time and saw that it was about three minutes later, and then he used his skillful acting skills that he had mastered long ago.

His breathing gradually became heavier and heavier, and from time to time he would shake off a handful of sweat from his forehead. He threw away his usually gentle and refined appearance and uttered a few provocative and obscene words, looking almost 70% like the person who had been completely released.

In the end, of course, there are those few times when it seems like he is trying his best, but in fact it is just bluffing to deceive women.

He cursed again, leaving a red slap mark on her snow-white skin. The whole process took almost as much time as the one or two minutes that she actually enjoyed before.

Erika gradually relaxed and let Shimizu Hiroki clean her messy body. Finally, the two of them whispered in each other's ears and lingered tenderly for a while, slowly eliminating the excitement and pleasure that was wandering deep in their nerves.

"Hey, Yuuki-kun, did you enjoy yourself tonight? Are you satisfied?"

Shimizu Yuuki was slightly stunned as he lowered his head to play with Erika's hair and gently stroked the woman's soft back. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and then responded with a comfortable and memorable look.

"I am very satisfied and I enjoy this feeling. But seeing how hard Erika works, I can't bear it."

"Did Yuuki-kun release himself safely?" she asked suddenly.

"Of course, don't worry... Erika, I have also taken good contraceptive measures." Shimizu Yuki was a little confused by the question, but still answered seriously.

"Haven't we discussed this issue before? Although I love children and really want to have a life that we both nurture, I will wait patiently until your body is fully recovered."

Although she misunderstood her meaning, after hearing such a sincere answer, Erika turned her eyes away from carefully observing the changes in her husband's expression, and her originally frustrated mood gradually improved.

She was not a suspicious person by nature, and what's more, the man was her beloved. She was confident and knew him very well.

As for what Dr. Asami said, there may be other reasons for not being able to conceive.

Maybe when her body really gets better, all the problems will be solved. But now she can't even give birth to a life, so why worry about it?

Her thoughts gradually became clear, and Erika finally relieved the heavy worries that had accumulated in her heart. She pulled Shimizu Yuki's arm as a pillow, leaned into the man's arms, and whispered softly.

"I'm so tired. I'm sleepy. Please sleep with me, Yuuki-kun."

"Okay..." Shimizu Yuki considerately tied up Erika's hair to prevent it from being accidentally pressed or pulled after falling asleep. "Go to sleep, Erika, good night."

"Good night~"

……

After an hour of arduous suffering, he finally heard the sound of quiet and sweet breathing, and lying in the darkness, Yuuki Shimizu slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at his wife who was soundly asleep and completely in a dream, and breathed a sigh of relief. He held his breath and pulled his arm out from behind Erika's head.

After spending some time to make sure Erika hadn't woken up, Shimizu Yuki slowly got up and carefully got out of bed.

He didn't dare to put on shoes and walked barefoot to the bedroom door. He couldn't help but look back at his wife who was still sleeping.

The pair of dark pupils, which were bloodshot due to the turbidity of desire, glowed faintly in the darkness. He had done this countless times late at night, and even now, he still couldn't help but feel guilty and self-blame.

Hiroki Shimizu painfully recalled how he had signed the performance review form in the minister's office today with humiliation, which was no doubt a contract of selling himself. Mina Sakai's extremely vicious ridicule and sarcasm echoed in his ears.

[What is Yuuki still struggling with? With that incompetent wife at home, I'm afraid she won't be able to satisfy you once in her life, right? ]

[Only we can do it, right? Other women don't feel anything when they do it, it's boring. Yuuki must have thought about this, right? After all, Yuuki's body is already full of traces left by us, right? ]

[Hey, when Yuuki was at home with that useless woman... you weren't thinking about the real happiness we brought you as a man in the past, right? Then why not just treat her as a pretty decoration, and let me take on this part of the responsibility as a wife from now on...]

Yuki Shimizu cleared all the nonsense in his mind and gently closed the door.

In the pitch-black room, only the bathroom at the back was lit with a dim yellow light.

After a while, the heavy panting sound of truly devoting all his body and soul to release gradually became louder. As a wife, Erika had never experienced that before, and she had never seen her husband show such a ferocious yet comfortable look...

For some reason, Yuuki Shimizu, who was standing in the bathroom, vaguely heard some discordant, suppressed and obscene noises.

Out of caution, he opened the door and subconsciously took a look outside the bathroom.

I vaguely saw that the bedroom door was closed, and found nothing.

He felt relieved. It was meaningless to be self-sufficient, so he just planned to make a quick decision.

However, the man's intermittent heavy breathing, which had become louder again, fell clearly into the ears of his wife who was hurriedly hiding behind the wall.

The woman covered her mouth and dared not make any sound.

In the sticky and hot darkness, the pair of bright and sparkling eyes dimmed and completely lost their brilliance.

She scraped against the wall behind her and slid down as if she was exhausted.

A bright flash passed through the window, illuminating the numb and dull-looking woman sitting on the cold floor.

Her face was so pale that not a trace of blood could be seen, as if she had just crawled out of deep water. It was a hot summer day and cold sweat was pouring down her whole body.

The thick dark clouds that had been gathering outside the window all night finally broke apart, and in an instant, accompanied by dull thunder, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky.

The endless heat and boredom that clung to the body were washed away in this instant, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed.

"Clap!"

The man responded and walked out of the bathroom, only to see a remote control fallen to the ground.

134. The Saint Returns to the World? The Smile Disappears from Shimizu Hiroki's Face

In the morning, Hiroki Shimizu woke up very early.

But when he habitually put his arms towards the pillow, he found nothing.

He opened his eyes with some disappointment. His wife's pillow was empty. Even the bedding had been neatly folded, and the sheets that were dirty and wet yesterday had been replaced in time.

Yuki Shimizu rubbed his temples to dispel the strong sleepiness that was still in his head, and couldn't help but pound the bed in annoyance.

How come he slept so soundly?

If you want to blame someone, blame it on the fact that I was trying to relieve the pent-up, restless and hot desires in my chest last night, and I didn't realize it until a little late.

It's not that I enjoy doing this kind of self-sufficient thing, or that it really has any effect. It's simply a last resort, a necessary means to forcibly suppress and restrain myself.

After all, he really didn't want to force the frail Erika to blindly please and obey him in such matters...

Besides, everyone has things they are not good at, and Hiroki Shimizu would never think that Erika has not fulfilled her responsibilities as a wife.

As for how to make the sensitive and fragile Erika let go of her grudges and not feel guilty about it, this is exactly the pain point that Shimizu Yuuki is now extremely troubled by. He has not found a good way, so naturally he has no way to speak...

Yuki Shimizu opened the window of his bedroom and took a deep breath of the fresh air mixed with the scent of earth after the heavy rain. He slowly recovered from the confused state of the past two days.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he smelled the rich aroma of food, which made him even more energetic.

Lowering his footsteps, Hiroki Shimizu quietly approached the kitchen and saw his gentle and virtuous wife busying around in the kitchen wearing a pink apron.

Her troublesome hair was casually tied up and placed on her chest. Her figure with her back to him looked even more graceful. Occasionally, she squatted down to take out a few bowls and plates from the cabinet. The graceful curves outlined by her apron made Shimizu Yuuki's appetite increase, which was far better than the sweet temptation of the food cooking in the pot.

Erika! Saigao! She's like a modern-day Yamato Nadeshiko!

With such a lovely wife, what more could a husband ask for?

Perhaps it was because Shimizu Hiroki's eyes were bold and straightforward enough, or perhaps it was because of the tacit understanding between the couple...

Before her husband Hiroki Shimizu could launch a sneak attack from behind, Erika suddenly turned around and caught him.

"Ouch! Why is Yuki-kun walking without making any sound? Are you trying to scare me again?"

Erika clutched her chest and screamed, but quickly recovered.

She lifted the hair that was scattered around her ears, and her fair and smooth cheeks flushed slightly, but she rolled her eyes at her stubborn husband.

"I saw Erika was cooking so seriously that I didn't want to disturb you..."

Erika just gave a polite yet awkward smile, obviously too lazy to expose Shimizu Yuki's obvious nonsense.

"Why are you awake so early? Didn't Erika sleep well last night?" Shimizu Yuuki picked up a few bowls and plates used to serve the dishes.

"No way. I woke up naturally. I had to take a nap at noon anyway, so I didn't mind a little more time in the morning."

Erika was standing in front of the stove, fiddling with something delicious. Her back was turned towards Shimizu Yuki, and her voice came through muffled.

"You finally got some rest, Yuuki-kun, why are you up so early?"

"I can't sleep on my days off, so I can take a nap with Erika at noon."

Hiroki Shimizu hugged Erika's waist from behind, with his hands on the woman's soft belly. He lowered his eyes and saw a red-pink wet mark on the fair and delicate skin on the side of her neck, and his heart ached.

This was of course his work. Compared to his usual systematic work, which was as easy as flowing water, last night he was able to focus a little more on the first half.

The feeling was something he would never forget.

"Last night, I lost control of myself. Erika was very proactive, you know, I couldn't resist Erika like that..."

The body of the wife in his arms began to tremble slightly. The sudden change in her heart was as violent as the bubbling soup in the pot. She could hardly hold the spoon in her hand.

"Yesterday, um... it might be because of the weather, but as long as Yuuki-kun likes it..."

"It's just a casual remark. I don't really care about it. Erika, there's no need to force yourself."

Shimizu Yuki casually changed the topic, and Erika in his arms turned her head at the right time. The gazes of the two people met became hot and scorching in the air.

He looked at Erika's beautiful face, which was smooth, moist, and full of collagen, and her red and hot white ears. She looked no different from usual.

This was just one of the many holiday mornings in the past, as if nothing had happened.

After turning down the fire, the two of them embraced each other in the small kitchen, as if continuing the unfinished passion from last night, until the soup in the pot slowly dried up...

After calming down, the shameless old couple brought their breakfast together and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. They turned on the TV as a pastime while eating.

There were only these boring news programs in the morning, with nothing to choose from. Yuki Shimizu randomly picked a news channel and didn't move.

Compared to the sumptuous breakfast of vegetables, soup and noodles in front of Shimizu Hiroki, Erika had the same yogurt and cereal as usual, which looked bland and unappetizing.