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

Hmm... like a stay-at-home girl who rarely goes out to interact with others and can only live in her own world?

As expected, she is still stereotyped, I'm sorry... Miss Arisu!

"When I came in just now, I noticed that the room was so dark. Is Ms. Arisu ready to rest?"

"It's not really a rest, I also have insomnia, I just want to have some fun..."

"Entertainment? I get it!" Erika tilted her little head and came to a natural answer based on her shallow knowledge.

"Are you planning to watch a movie, Ms. Arisu? I used to watch some boring movies to help me sleep, but sometimes I fell asleep before the middle of the movie, but I was prone to catching colds..."

"Yeah, I was planning to watch a movie."

It was difficult for Mieko to describe the married woman in front of her. Although she was still young and beautiful, she had experienced the joy of love and her husband had filled the void. How could she still be so naive and ignorant?

Even if it was just acting, she was able to remain consistent in front of Hiroki Shimizu for seven years without revealing any flaws. Her acting skills are far better than those of some of the veteran actors in that group of villains.

There is another possibility, which Mieko doesn't want to think about, and is a fact that makes her jealous to the point of bleeding in her heart.

Hiroki Shimizu really loves this lucky woman and protects her so well, so there is no need for him to scheme hard to take something away from her. He naturally has good intentions.

It was as if she had not met Hiroki Shimizu before, and those ugly desires in her heart had not been aroused.

"So what kind of movies does Ms. Arisu like?"

"The type of movies I watch is a bit niche, so it may be hard to say..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm pretty knowledgeable in this area."

The fish was chasing after the hook, so what else could Mieko say? She naturally did as the other party wished.

But she did not answer immediately. She just pulled the nightgown covering her thighs, and then pulled out a pair of light purple women's underwear from under the sofa pillow beside her. Then she slid it along her calves, sticking to her plump and beautiful thigh flesh. The style was quite conservative, and even Erika rarely chose this one.

Erika, who was sitting on the other side and was overjoyed because she thought she had found a like-minded person, was completely stunned and almost couldn't hold the hot tea in her hand.

Her brain seemed to have short-circuited, and Erika found that she was unable to use the known language to describe the scene that suddenly appeared in front of her. She could only keep repeating meaningless words.

“Eh? What…what happened? Miss Arisu, you…”

"Don't worry, Madam Qingshui. I was interrupted by your knocking on the door before I even started. The sofa is still clean. Besides, I didn't want to tell you about this, but since you keep asking, I really don't want to lie to you..."

Erika cried out in surprise one after another. She was defeated by Arisu-san's blunt and straightforward answers. She quickly put down her teacup and was about to get up and leave.

"S-Sorry, I really didn't expect Miss Arisu to be doing this. It's okay... I won't think too much about it. Besides, I understand. After all, it's normal to have desires to vent. Well... I'm leaving now. I hope Miss Arisu has fun!"

"Since you're here, why are you leaving? Last time when we went to the mall, didn't Mrs. Shimizu confide in me that she and Mr. Shimizu weren't getting along well in that aspect? And she felt very distressed and didn't know what to do?"

It only took Mieko a few words to stop Erika from leaving in a hurry. Her light tone was like the devil's whispering in her ear, firmly grasping the violently beating heart of the beautiful wife.

"Isn't this a rare opportunity? Why don't you just stay and watch the movie?"

Seeing Erika standing there motionless, Mieko stood up and walked to her side, holding the woman's slightly sweaty palm, and pulled her back to the sofa.

Mieko picked up the remote control on the table and was about to turn on the switch.

At the critical moment, she suddenly thought of something and broke out in a cold sweat.

“I’m not afraid of being laughed at by Madam Qingshui. I have quite a wide variety of books here. It’s just that the ones I usually watch may be a bit too high-level. I’ll just pick a work that’s suitable for beginners.

Mrs. Shimizu can rest assured that all these videos are censored, and I basically only watch works from a male perspective, and there are no disgusting men in the film. This time we are just studying postures and techniques. "

Mieko took out the disc that was originally inserted into the machine, replaced it with a new one, and returned to sit cross-legged next to Erika.

Finally, she did not forget to whisper in the wife's ear, and finally completely broke down the last line of defense in her heart.

"Well, I believe that the one in Mrs. Qingshui's family will be very surprised. After all, they will soon be able to see a completely different Mrs. Qingshui from usual."

152. Late-night teaching? Mieko's plan to defile her white moonlight

The heat of this ordinary summer night seemed to be far beyond Eri's imagination.

Compared to the cold and desolate home where Shimizu Hiroki was not there, where she was alone in her empty bed, Miss Arisu's rental house was somehow particularly damp and stuffy.

The whole house seemed to be tightly wrapped by endless climbing vines, and the oxygen in this narrow space was gradually consumed by her violent breathing.

In the dimly-lit living room, a woman in white pajamas sat cross-legged on the sofa. Her back softened little by little, as if it was about to turn into a pool of spring water that could not be lifted up.

Clearly the scene in the camera was about to reach its climax, but she turned away her gaze that had been filled with shock and surprise from beginning to end.

Later, still feeling that it was not enough, the woman closed her eyes tightly and covered them with her hands.

Erika subconsciously grabbed the collar of her shirt at her chest, feeling as if there was a ball of heat stuck in her throat. She had difficulty breathing and her face turned red and hot.

I touched the back of my neck with my palm and looked down. It was covered with a layer of wet, hot and sticky sweat, as if it had just rained.

After just a few minutes of watching, Erika felt that her worldview of more than 20 years had suffered a drastic collapse. She thought that at most she would just learn some methods and techniques, but she still overestimated herself.

To Erika, who was still a novice, this film was no different from some horror films she had watched after being coaxed into doing so by her husband, Hiroki Shimizu.

The entire film is filled with extremely "violent" and "bloody" scenes, and it is not even based on any special effects, but a record of what actually happened.

However, now that things have come to this, nothing can be done.

After all, from the very beginning she was the one begging Ms. Arisu to take out her discs and share them with her, hoping that she could learn something from them and perhaps change the severe difficulties she and her husband Hiroki Shimizu were facing in that regard.

For some reason, even with her eyes closed, Erika's mind kept popping up the image of the woman wearing a black lace eye mask in the camera.

Her face, which gave a glimpse of her pretty features, was surrounded by thick circles of mosaic, and her facial features were completely invisible. Only her eyes and mouth were visible, or occasionally a glimpse of her legs on the wet floor below her knees.

Even though I couldn't see anything clearly through the layers of blurry colors, I could still vaguely guess what kind of terrifying and ferocious beast it was through the large shadow cast on the woman's face...

Even if Erika really knew nothing about this kind of thing, she at least knew the normal size data. But what was shown in the camera was obviously beyond the standard visibly to the naked eye. It was no exaggeration to say that it was some kind of extremely cruel torture inflicted on women.

The surprise at the size was only fleeting, after all, her husband, Hiroki Shimizu, seemed to be no weaker than the other.

But she really had never thought of using that kind of place, the mere thought of it seemed absurd.

Doesn't it hurt? Is it choking? How can I eat something like that completely...

The doubt and surprise in her heart soon created scenes that Erika would never forget and would be deeply shocked by.

Erika watched helplessly as the woman, whom she thought was extremely pitiful, faced such a horrible monster. What was revealed in her eyes was not fear, but ruthlessness and strength paralyzed by boundless lust. It was as if she was determined to die and rushed forward like a moth to a flame.

Then came the close-up of the woman's delicate and beautiful face, which gradually changed shape. The blurred blocks of color seemed to have life, twitching and swelling again and again...

The sense of power and impact presented in the picture far surpassed any movie scene she had ever seen.

But the most gripping thing, without a doubt, was that the woman was clearly shedding tears because of the pain and suffocation, but her cloudy eyes seemed to be flashing with some kind of contentment and love.

It turns out that in this kind of gray film and television industry that is not worth showing off, there are such serious and dedicated actors?

The crystal tears wash away the turbidity dripping from the corners of the lips, metaphorically hiding the clear love under the dirty desires...

The visual impact created by the strong contrast hit Erika's soft heart hard.

But even though she was deeply moved, Erika couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"No, no. Ugh, I don't want to watch it anymore... I don't want to watch it anymore..."

"But we haven't reached the critical part yet. Are you planning to give up halfway, Mrs. Shimizu?" Mieko picked up the remote control and confirmed it again.

"I can't do this kind of thing. What's the point?" Erika shook her head repeatedly, obviously still frightened and deeply traumatized. "That girl... so pitiful, turn it off quickly, Ms. Arisu!"

"Then... that's fine."

Mieko was extremely surprised. This man must be a god. How could he empathize with others when watching something like this?

At that moment, except for her panties being wet and her mouth being a little greedy, she didn't feel anything else.

"The remote control seems to be out of battery. There's nothing I can do."

However, when Mieko slowly walked to the machine to take out the disc, the film being played seemed to have finally entered its white-hot stage, and the small room suddenly became unusually hot.

Unlike the previous sound which was only the woman's sobbing screams and the dull sound of water after being blocked, it gradually began to mix with the man's heavy and rapid breathing. The two mixed and entangled together, forming the final climax and swan song, which made people's scalps numb and their hearts depressed.

Mieko paused with her hand hovering over the switch. She turned around and glanced at Erika on the sofa. She found that this married young woman was curled up on the soft sofa with her ears covered. Her delicate body was trembling from time to time, as if she was extremely scared.

"Did you hear that, Madam Qingshui? Do you still feel sorry for this woman? Sometimes, as long as you accept something, you may actually enjoy something that you used to resist and fear."

"There is an old Chinese saying, 'You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?' I remember Madam Qingshui said that she was a Chinese teacher before, so she should know about it, right?"

Mieko licked her dry lips. She was very glad that she still had a video that had nothing to do with her. It was something she had shot purely unintentionally, so she made the best use of it.

She transformed herself into a seasoned hunter in the jungle, guiding the prey step by step towards the trap she had set in advance.

"By the way, Mrs. Shimizu, guess who won in the end? The man or the woman?"

"I...I don't know." Erika's voice was trembling.

"You see, even if you don't use that aspect at all, just using your mouth, you can make the man in the film immersed in it, his mind collapses, and he lets it out with all his heart and soul.

Did Madam Qingshui ever think that her husband would breathe so quickly and passionately, as if his whole body was about to collapse? Even the expression on his face slowly melted away, and he looked dazed and absent-minded..."

"Of course I want to see it, but this kind of thing... I'm afraid I'll never be able to do it." Erika laughed at herself, with inferiority and shame flashing in her eyes.

"If you, Madam Qingshui, are still unwilling to change and try, then these things will of course only be fantasies."

Mieko sat back next to Erika, but the wife, who was sunken in the sofa, didn't dare to look at her. She just crossed her arms in an attempt to maintain her lost body temperature. She looked pale and lonely like a withered tulip.

The kindness and gentleness of this woman far exceeded expectations. If this continued, it would go against Mieko's original purpose.

But if it were not so, how could Shimizu Hiroki be seduced by this woman and be so completely devoted to her?

He was even willing to submit again to these evil women whom he hated so much, and try his best to please them, weaving so many lies that seemed perfect but were full of loopholes and were gradually expanding, just to protect his beloved wife?

Mieko was of course extremely jealous, so she had to use all means to slowly lure this pure and innocent woman, who was disgusting, into the abyss step by step, and severely defile this white moonlight that Shimizu Hiroki regarded as a treasure!

When Shimizu Hiroki sees his wife, who was originally ignorant, become skilled and natural, whether it is her mouth or her hands and feet, everything can be done in one step, what kind of interesting expression will he show? What choice will he make? Will he think that his wife is as disgusting as them?

Even if Hiroki Shimizu doesn't care about this at all, every time they have sex, he finds that his beloved wife uses the same methods and techniques as these evil women. At that time, will he hallucinate the various postures they show when they reach the peak on him?

These are undoubtedly things that are worth studying and looking forward to. Moreover, there is a long time to come, and this is just a matter of convenience. Even if it succeeds, it is far from enough to relieve Mieko's hatred.

"Anyway, as an outsider, I can't say too much about this. Madam Qingshui, if you want to learn, I am willing to teach you. After all, I have always regarded Madam Qingshui as a close friend, and I really don't want to see you sad."

Mieko has put a lot of effort into controlling her impatient temper, so her words may have been a little extreme.

"I hope you, Madam Shimizu, think about it carefully. How can you, as a wife, see such a wonderful scene if you do nothing? Can't you do it yourself...but do you expect to see your husband showing such trance-like, blurred happiness from other women?"

"..." Erika didn't answer her this time. She just lowered her head in silence, her face sinking into the dark shadow.

However, Mieko inadvertently noticed that as soon as her somewhat extreme words came out, this beautiful wife, who had a happy life but was troubled by sexual impotence, suddenly exhaled a hot breath because of her rapid breathing.

Then, the woman's thin back bounced violently, visibly.

However, Mieko did not think much about it and just thought that Erika was frightened by her words. After all, the scene she just described was indeed a bit heartbreaking.

"Excuse me, Ms. Arisu, I have to go now. My husband should be back from the dinner party soon..."

"Are we leaving now?" Mieko didn't want to miss this opportunity, but she couldn't force Erika to learn those things from her, so she could only follow her to the entrance.

"I hope you can think it over carefully, Madam Qingshui. You can't be careless about this kind of thing!"

"Good night, Miss Arisu." Erika did not answer, but just showed a gentle smile.

"Well, good night."

After seeing Erika off, Mieko returned to the house, changed the disc, and started watching it again.

The version she watched this time was a high-definition Blu-ray video without any harmonious processing.

After turning off the lights, Arisu Mieko sat in the cold and lonely night. The desire that had been aroused when she was watching the video just now now flooded out.

This was something she had developed a habit of doing for the past seven years, and it could barely quench her thirst, but it seemed to be less and less effective recently. All this happened after she truly tasted the real and fresh Shimizu Yuki.

He moved his hands randomly twice, and then, as if to comfort himself, he pinched his throat and moaned a few times without emotion. It can't be said that there was no effect, but it was just scratching the surface, and it didn't feel good no matter how he did it.

Finding that she couldn't reach the threshold at all and unable to vent for a long time, Mieko had to give up and felt extremely upset.

Then, she suddenly remembered what Erika said before she left.

At this moment, it seems that Shimizu Hiroki hasn't returned home yet, right? That basically means that if you are quick, you can have a chance to eat it, right?

After thinking about it, Mieko picked up her phone and called Hiroki Shimizu.

153. Hell in the car? Hiroki Shimizu's tragedy

It was a dark and windy night, and the air flowing through was mixed with a damp and cold smell.

On the other side of the alley was the red-light district with its bright lights and flashing neon lights. Compared to the desolate, shabby and dark alley under their feet, it seemed like two separate and completely different worlds.

Yuki Shimizu didn't know why he had to run here. He subconsciously stepped back, and with one hand he didn't forget to pat Cheng Pingchangyi who was leaning against the wall and vomiting violently. The smell of alcohol and digested food was very unpleasant.

However, Hiroki Shimizu couldn't care less about all that. It was already difficult for him to just maintain his standing posture.