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

"Ah? Is it serious? Did you catch a cold?"

"Mrs. Shimizu, just try on the clothes first. It's okay. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll come to you later."

"If it gets serious, be sure to call me!" Erika inside said with concern.

However, there was no movement outside the door. The graceful woman put on her loose sportswear again and went to the counter to pay for the charming purple tight skirt she was wearing.

Then Mieko ran straight to a men's clothing store, with the same piety and solemnity as if she was going on a pilgrimage, and ran to the sacred place where honey and flesh flowed!

……

"Open the door!"

A woman's cold and urgent cry was heard outside the door. Yuuki Shimizu, who was sitting quietly in the locker room, trembled all over, as if he heard the devil's whisper from the abyss.

He was forced by the crazy woman Mieko to sit here like a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting for the woman's order to enter the locker room at any time.

"I hope Shimizu-san won't challenge the teacher's patience. Isn't that a bit naughty?"

The woman outside the door gnashed her teeth, and the sound of her swallowing saliva could be clearly heard. There was even the sharp and piercing sound of her fingernails scratching the door, which undoubtedly foreshadowed the terrible situation that would be faced after opening the door.

However, Shimizu Hiroki had no choice. Before the woman's patience was completely exhausted, he reached out and turned the door lock.

With just this proactive step, everything that happens next will undoubtedly be completely out of his control.

Hiroki Shimizu closed his eyes in despair, but what followed was the sticky, rich scent of the woman's body that quickly filled the entire fitting room and penetrated into his nostrils and pores.

"Why are you so slow? If someone sees you, aren't you afraid..."

"If you were really afraid of this, you wouldn't let me cooperate with you in doing this! Do you know where this is? Erika...she's even in the store next door!"

He opened his eyes angrily, and even though Shimizu Hiroki tried his best to numb himself, he was still angered by Mieko's nonchalant tone.

"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements. The fact that no one has come to this dressing room to try on clothes for such a long time says a lot, doesn't it? The nearby surveillance cameras can't capture anything.

After all, I have some strength now. I am not as rich and powerful as Mina Sakai, but it is easy for me to achieve this level. "

After using up her last bit of patience to appease Hiroki Shimizu, Mieko naturally had to get down to business.

She was too lazy to do any foreplay and decided to get straight to the point. She reached out and placed her hand directly on Yuuki Shimizu's crisp belt.

"Qi Shui-san, please start as well. The time is short and the task is heavy. Your wife may come to you at any time. The teacher will take care of the following. You should take off your shirt quickly."

"Are you crazy? Why do you need to take off so much at once? Can't you just take off the parts you want?"

Hiroki Shimizu pushed the woman's hand open. He thought that in such an extremely dangerous place, it was impossible to do anything too excessive. At most, she could eat and drink from him like Mina Sakai did. So he self-righteously agreed to the woman's request.

"Haha? Are you kidding? I thought Qingshui-san had figured it out and learned to listen carefully to the teacher's instructions and teachings, but I didn't expect him to still be so stubborn and naughty."

The rare good look on Mieko's face suddenly fell, as if a buffet that was supposed to be going well was just about to start, but she was told that all the dishes were limited?

"No matter what, it's impossible to be in a place like this..."

He knew the nature of these evil women very well. If they really started having sex, it would be impossible to stop.

If Erika finds something wrong and comes looking for her, and hears something bad outside the door...

Hiroki Shimizu lowered his head reluctantly, and looked anxiously at the changing expression of the woman who was half-crouching below. Her expression suddenly changed from excitement and eagerness to utter disappointment. The charming face that Erika had sincerely admired as full of femininity just now was instantly twisted and gloomy and extremely ugly.

Mieko seemed to have suddenly lost interest in sex. She threw off Shimizu Yuki's belt and slowly stood up. She then grabbed the man by the collar and pushed him onto the bench behind her.

"It seems that the teacher has been too pampering to you, Qingshui-san, to the point that you have forgotten your own situation and status."

The woman then climbed onto the stool, stretched out her long legs to the left and right, blocking the space on both sides of Shimizu Hiroki. The middle was naturally suppressed by her plump and soft peaks, making it difficult for the man to raise his head.

It only took a moment for Mieko to take off her outer sportswear, and the graceful curves wrapped in the dark purple tight skirt were instantly exposed to the air, like a wild horse galloping out without restraint, further squeezing out Shimizu Yuki's living space.

"Does it look good? This dress was picked out for me by Madam Qingshui herself?"

Mieko sat on the uncooperative Shimizu Yuki and swayed. Her face suddenly turned cold in an instant, "Hold on!"

Seeing that the disobedient man quickly did as he was told, she smiled again, spoke gently, and leaned over to whisper in the man's ear.

"Since Shimizu Yuki doesn't want to take it off, then the teacher will demonstrate first. Can you help the teacher take off these fabrics first?"

Shimizu Hiroki looked up at the woman's hideous face, pursed his lips, and remained calm without making any rebuttal.

But his hands had already slowly grasped the slender and soft waist of the woman, and then groped downwards, unwillingly grasping the hem of her skirt and preparing to move upwards...

"Did I tell you to use your hands? Move away!"

"How come you can't even do such a small thing? It seems that the teacher needs to discipline you on behalf of Mrs. Qingshui."

"Hehe, you ask me how to do it?"

"With your mouth!"

140.

"Hey? What's going on in that locker room? No one has come out for a long time?"

"Aren't there still people queuing? Honey, let's check out and leave first. Don't waste time."

"How do you know if it fits you if you don't try it on? I'm kind enough to accompany you shopping for clothes, why are you so impatient? Do you hate going out with me?"

"You talk too much, don't you? Go home and don't buy anything! You are always so unreasonable!"

……

The huge shopping mall is bustling with people coming and going, and everyone seems to have something to do.

The voices in his ears seemed to have never stopped since the beginning, but they made Shimizu Yuuki's nerves tense like never before, almost to the point of collapse.

He had forgotten how long he had been in this locker room. The space, which was not narrow at all, still trapped him like a cage. The deep darkness before him turned into shackles that made him fall into despair on the verge of suffocation.

He missed his wife terribly, who was in the same space with him at the moment. She cared for him in the guise of nagging, her occasional coquetry and complaints, and her gentle and silent companionship and waiting for him for countless days and nights.

But when he subconsciously moved his nose, what he smelled was a completely different woman's particularly sticky, stimulating, and greasy fragrance like thick honey, which made him dry-mouthed and attempted to invade the images and shots of his beloved wife in his mind.

"What are you thinking about? Keep going. You won't forget everything after such a long time, will you?"

"It's okay that I'm clumsy, but I'm not very flexible with my mouth either."

"Speaking of which, wasn't Shimizu-san serving those stinky women so well? Why is it that now when a teacher wants to enjoy himself, he has to be treated differently? Do you think this is fair?"

Mieko pressed her body down, and her two smooth, white long legs and a pair of plump and elastic round breasts clamped the man with sweat on his forehead from the front and back, locking him on the bench.

However, this married husband who was missing his wife could only endure the humiliation and retreat step by step. The woman never had the habit of spraying perfume, but when he got close to her, he could smell her particularly strong body odor, which was far better than those expensive brand perfumes on the market.

This is the body of the saint who was once known as "immaculate". The rich fragrance oozing from her hair and skin and deep within her pores is the best proof that the saint has been bathed in the light of the gods and her body is clean and flawless!

But only Hiroki Shimizu knew that this was just a rumor used to deceive believers. Maybe it did have some merits worthy of praise, but it was far from being so exaggerated.

Just by gently lifting the tip of his nose, he could smell the faint scent of salty sea breeze in the fragrant aroma, which undoubtedly showed that the woman was immersed in it and was about to erupt like a volcano. Shimizu Hiroki did not dare to remove the seal made of cloth.

"Please stop here for now and don't go too far!"

After drawing the woman's attention away from his hot weapon with a series of cold accusations, Shimizu Hiroki softened his tone and, with the mentality of trying everything possible, he used the delaying tactic that had worked so well on Mieko seven years ago.

"I just feel that I can't perform well in a place like this. Besides, there's no need to rush into this kind of thing. I will definitely find a way to compensate you afterwards. What do you think, teacher?"

"Oh? Is that so? Then when will the teacher wait? Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? Or maybe... you don't intend to fulfill your promise at all and are just perfunctorily doing it to me?"

The smile on the woman's lips had not yet faded away, and her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing boundless coldness and cruelty, like a beautiful snake brewing venom.

"You are such a ridiculous trick, Shimizu-kun, you really can't get used to it. Do you really think that the teacher always gave in to you, let you say you don't want to do it, held you in the palm of his hand and cared for you, and didn't even want to touch you, all because I was too stupid to see through your lies?"

Mieko smiled again, but her tone became colder and colder, almost as if she had completely lost the desire to play with her prey.

"It's simply because your teacher has spoiled you too much that you have developed such a bad temper. If you don't teach you a lesson, you won't be able to tell the difference between a big king and a small king!"

Realizing that Mieko was gradually on the verge of losing control, Shimizu Hiroki felt something was wrong. His helpless eyes were fixed on the cell phone that was thrown not far away.

The phone actually rang at the right time, but it was not his cell phone. Mieko had no intention of answering the call. Instead, she gave Shimizu Hiroki an ambiguous smile.

"You know it's your wife calling, right? Your friends and husband are not around, and your beloved wife can only wait aimlessly alone in such a big mall.

She might never have thought that the two people she had been thinking about were right under her nose... and were about to have close, negative-distance contact. It was really inhumane to think about it this way!"

Mieko reached out and held Shimizu Hiroki's cheeks. Her watery eyes seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness, giving Shimizu Hiroki, who was in despair, a chance to breathe.

"But if we stop like this, I will feel really uncomfortable. I will feel depressed and it's like something is stuck in my body and can't be released. Can Qingshui understand my current situation and feelings?"

Looking at Shimizu Yuki's eyes that were slowly becoming brighter, the woman's face was showing an unbearable torment and she no longer concealed it. She took the initiative to lift up the skirt that the man had just worked so hard to pull up to the base of her thighs with his mouth...

"What do you want me to do again!?"

Yuuki Shimizu blinked his eyes and his brain went blank for a full minute.

This was definitely not because he just charged forward with all his might to satisfy that group of evil women, completely shutting off his own feelings and doing it perfunctorily as if it were a chore. He seldom observed or heard what kind of beauty he was using...

This time, he witnessed the abyss with his own eyes.

If the woman had used a little more force, she might have almost stuck to him.

His heart suddenly twitched. That was undoubtedly the land of honey where pink and white bouquets were blooming freely.

Although he hated what Mieko did so much, objectively speaking, there was a natural beauty in the human body, and every bit of it seemed to be a sacred creation carved and fabricated by desire itself.

"Excuse me, is there anyone in here? My husband seems to be changing clothes in there..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? As a wife... can't you even keep an eye on your own husband? I've been standing here the whole time. How could the person changing clothes inside be your husband? You must be mistaken!"

"Um... okay then. Sorry, I don't know why the call can't be connected. I'm really sorry to bother you. I'll try to look for it somewhere else."

The clear and audible quarrel outside the door instantly woke up Shimizu Hiroki. He was almost lost in the woman's blooming beauty, but now his whole body was cold, as if he was in the winter.

This sounded like his wife Erika's weak and helpless apology, while the other aggressive female voice was undoubtedly Mieko's helper planted outside the door.

But Mieko, who had already reached the limit of her patience, did not even give Shimizu Hiroki time to think. She seemed to be begging, but in fact, she gave the final order without any room for refusal.

"Hey, Shimizu-san, can you help me clear the air quickly? Since you have so many concerns and insistence, and want to be a good and loyal husband, then you should just use your mouth to serve me. That alone won't be considered crossing the line, right?

Besides, as long as you work hard enough and focus, I believe you will be able to see your long-awaited wife soon, so don't hesitate any longer, we must hurry up... hurry up!"

The woman gently hugged the back of Shimizu Hiroki's head, and darkness and the fragrance of honey blinded the man's vision.

141. Arisu Mieko’s determination

At four o'clock in the afternoon, in the dressing room of a high-end and fashionable men's clothing store, the sound of a woman's hissing cries of joy, comfort and contentment echoed, like a weeping cuckoo with broken wings.

His chest rose and fell violently again and again, and his waist and hips, which had gathered all his strength, were stretched to the limit.

"Yeah~ That's it, Shimizu-san did a great job, now hold the teacher tight, okay? The tighter the better!"

Hiroki Shimizu was forced to do so because this woman had become so crazy and moody for some reason. He had no idea what kind of cruel thing she would do next. In addition, she had already done such a dirty thing, so there was nothing to worry about or hesitate about.

He placed his hot palms on Mieko's naked belly and massaged and caressed it a few times symbolically to relieve the cramping pain after the violent ups and downs, but it was not even one-tenth of the effort he put into comforting Erika afterwards.

"Are you done?" Shimizu Yuki asked impatiently, "Erika might be anxious outside, and she might even be suspicious. Do you really have to make things so unresolved?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you even understand your wife's indecisive, simple and stupid character?

And... why don't you look at me? Didn't you say before that I looked the most beautiful after reaching the top of the mountain? How about... can I compare to Mrs. Qingshui in your family?"

Mieko lifted up Shimizu Hiroki's chin with one finger, and raised the man's lowered head so that his eyes met hers. Then, her plump red lips, which were not painted with lip gloss but were bitten to look red and tempting, opened and closed gently, and the words that came out seemed to violate Shimizu Hiroki's bottom line.

"Well, have you ever thought about this? Even if this incompetent wife at home discovered that her husband had an ugly side hidden under his seemingly bright and beautiful appearance, would she dare to confront you? Would she have the courage to fight against other women who covet her husband? I'm afraid that in the end she would just turn a blind eye, wear the red flower on her head honestly, and pretend that nothing happened, right?"

"Have you said enough?"

Hiroki Shimizu could not accept these evil women's humiliation of the innocent Erika. His anger was even greater than their coercion and violation of him.

"You should be thankful that this kind of thing will not and cannot happen, otherwise I will never let any of you go!"

"Alright, alright, teacher, I was just joking. Look how scared Qingshui-san is, sweating all over. I'm really satisfied with your performance just now. Keep up the good work."

Mieko knew how to stop when things were going well. The reason why such a tragedy happened was because they were too arrogant and wanton, and played too much, which allowed Shimizu Yuki to break free from his restraints, and the situation became uncontrollable...

"There's still some time left, and I can't be the only one enjoying the pleasure. I know you must be feeling very uncomfortable right now, look! You've become like this!"

She looked down, then up at him, her slender fox eyes filled with cunning, and she licked the palm of her open hand with the tip of her tongue, as if she was savoring something delicious.

The scarlet lips and tongue as well as the slender white fingers formed a violent visual impact. The woman's intermittent gasps came from her throat, her flushed cheeks were sticky with sweat, and the love lines drawn out by her eyes narrowed into a thin line were as sticky as if they were hooked with starch.

Hiroki Shimizu had to admit that the woman's vivid appearance was very beautiful, with a pure and flawless noble temperament engraved in her bones, but her every frown and smile was lewd and charming by nature, and she really looked like an angel fallen into the mortal world.

However, in his eyes, from the very beginning, Mieko was just a demon in human skin who enjoyed playing with people's hearts and had no empathy, so naturally he would not react at all.

Shimizu Yuuki pushed away Mieko who was sticking to him, looked at her coldly, picked up his pants and prepared to leave.

Mieko, with most of her body exposed, leaned against the cold wall, feeling the pain secretly. She stared at the tall and strong back of the man, and the resentment in her eyes was about to overflow.

She opened her mouth, knowing full well that there was no way to stop her, so she lowered her head and started to tidy up her half-torn tight skirt. For a moment, the air in the dressing room was filled with the sticky sound of clothes rubbing against each other.