A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

"I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

As she spoke, Misako Tsukamoto stretched out her delicate feet, which were hidden by her long dress, and gently took off her high heels.

A pair of adorable little feet appeared before Jingu Makoto's eyes.

Her feet were beautiful, with an elegant and sexy arch, and her ten toes were round and cute, painted with bright red nail polish, making them exceptionally alluring.

Then, two feet stretched out and their toes gently hooked the zipper pull.

"Fuck-"

With a soft click, the defenses were quietly breached.

"Oops, I'm still driving..."

Jingu Makoto's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"So, Jingu-kun, be careful when you open this~"

Misako laughed and began her act of repaying the debt of gratitude.

Her footwork was far more agile than Jingu Makoto had imagined.

The instep gently pressed against it, the arch of the foot curving into an alluring arc. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the astonishing outline and warmth of the awakened dragon.

Xiao Cheng was awakened by this sudden and novel teasing, and raised her head with renewed vigor.

Misako's toes, like the most nimble fingers, began to draw circles repeatedly and gently on the scalding hot gun barrel.

The delicate touch, with a slight friction, brings an indescribable and wonderful stimulation.

Her ankles rotated gently, moving her entire foot, sometimes gently enveloping it with the sole, sometimes playfully fiddling with her toes.

Such bold and skillful "footwork" was clearly a perfect outlet for her long-suppressed desires.

The temperature inside the car seemed even hotter than the night outside.

Chapter 122 Unlocks New Scenes

The sports car slowly came to a stop downstairs at Misako's apartment building.

In the passenger seat, Misako Tsukamoto was carefully wiping her fair toes with a tissue.

The sticky sensation lingered on her fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Only after the car came to a complete stop did she ask, somewhat dazed:

"Why did you stop?"

Jingu Makoto turned his head to the side and said with a smile, "We're here. You don't even recognize your own house, do you?"

"hey-hey."

Misako looked up and gazed through the car window at the familiar apartment building, a blush instantly spreading across her face.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and followed Makoto Jingu out of the car.

The evening breeze carried a hint of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the heat emanating from her body.

"How was it, Jingu-kun? Did you enjoy your sister's reward?"

Misako Tsukamoto leaned affectionately against Makoto Jingu, her peach blossom eyes shimmering with tears.

"You know, this is the first time I've ever done this for a man."

"That's quite talented," Jingu Makoto praised, after all, that footwork was indeed impressive.

"Hehe, Jingu-kun, why don't you come up for a bit? Nobody's home."

Having gained Makoto Jingu's approval, Misako smiled charmingly and then extended an invitation to start a game.

"No, thank you." Jingu Makoto shook his head and continued, "I think this place is quite nice."

"Huh?" Misako Tsukamoto was stunned.

Here, or outside?

Although there weren't many people downstairs in the apartment building, neighbors would occasionally pass by...

Meanwhile, Makoto Jingu had already opened the back door, revealing a spacious interior.

Without saying a word, he put his arm around Misako's soft waist, led her into the car, and then got in himself.

The car door slammed shut, completely cutting off any outside sight and sound.

"So it was inside the car?"

Misako Tsukamoto breathed a long sigh of relief, finally able to relax.

Seeing her expression, Makoto Jingu instantly understood, but feigned surprise and asked, "What, where do you think it is?"

"Well……"

Misako blushed and stammered.

"I thought you were planning to just stay outside..."

"Tsk tsk, Misako, how could you have such a dangerous idea?"

Jingu Makoto's tone was full of mockery.

"Something's not right with you."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand under her sky-blue dress.

"Um……"

Misako let out a suppressed moan, her peach blossom eyes half-closed and her red lips slightly parted.

"It's all your fault... You suddenly said that while we were standing outside, of course people would misunderstand."

Warm, large hands caressed her plump thighs and continued to explore deeper.

"Hmph, I think it's Misako who's too sassy."

Jingu Makoto felt the warmth and moisture in her skin and continued to tease her with his words.

"Look, so much has flowed here..."

"I... I'll only sweep for you, Jingu-kun..."

Misako was so amused by Makoto Jingu's skillful finger techniques that she couldn't help but utter soft, seductive words.

"Hmm, this is strange, my body isn't obeying my commands..."

"My car has great sound insulation, Misako, you can make it a little louder."

When Makoto Jingu created this car, he had already envisioned similar scenarios, so he specially added various functions such as shock absorption, vibration reduction, and anti-peeping.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy on my first trip.

After hearing this, Misako seemed to have received some kind of permission, and her suppressed voice indeed became a few degrees louder.

Jingu Makoto's fingers slid smoothly into the tight fabric.

With two fingers together, a soft "plop" sound was heard in Misako's dazed gaze.

Layer upon layer of suction followed, seemingly both preventing and retaining.

Jingu Makoto couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Misako had completely lost the ability to respond, and could only groan and writhe her waist, unable to utter a single complete sentence.

Jingu Makoto's two fingers moved quickly and powerfully, like sprites dancing on the strings, precisely stimulating every spot.

Misako Tsukamoto's twin tails tensed unconsciously, her alluring peach blossom eyes rolling upwards, leaving only the hazy whites of her eyes visible.

"Misako, look at these, they're all your masterpieces."

Looking at Tsukamoto Misako, who was leaning back in her chair, lost in thought, Jingu Makoto slowly withdrew his finger and held it out in front of her.

The glistening beads on my fingertips shimmered under the car's interior lights and emitted a faint warmth.

"You're such a bad person."

Seeing that embarrassing scene, Misako finally regained some of her senses, her voice filled with endless coquettishness.

"Now you know how to be shy? I thought you were quite bold before."

Jingu Makoto chuckled softly and reached out to press a button.

With a soft sound, the back seats automatically reclined, forming a large mattress large enough for anyone to roll around on.

Then, Makoto Jingu gently laid Misako Tsukamoto down on the soft mattress.

With deft hands, he unbuttoned her shirt, completely freeing her previously restrained fullness.

While playing with her hands, Makoto Jingu kissed her red lips deeply.

His tongue pried open her pearly teeth, and they became entangled and danced wildly together.

"Um... um..."

Only when Misako was out of breath and her pretty face turned red did Jingu Makoto reluctantly part ways.

A glistening thread connected their lips, creating an atmosphere of extreme ambiguity.

This intimacy also caused the last restraints on the two of them to disappear without them realizing it.

Misako Tsukamoto reached out her slender arms and hooked them tightly around Makoto Jingu's neck, while her plump legs wrapped around his strong waist.

The scorching heat baked the damp earth, causing her to shiver and shed tears of joy.

Misako Tsukamoto's breathing became increasingly rapid; she could no longer restrain herself, and urged him with a seductive look on her face:

"Jingu-kun, quickly let that scoundrel in!"

With one hand, Makoto Jingu picked the lovely strawberry, while with the other hand he steadily held up the full moon, and then suddenly exerted force.

"Ooh ooh ooh... Ah!"

"They're in... They're in... Amazing..."

Misako's eyebrows furrowed instantly, her voice a mixture of pain and satisfaction.

Seeing the slight pain on her face, Makoto Jingu wanted to check her academic credentials immediately, but he restrained himself from doing so.

He mobilized the magnetic field energy and slowly injected it into her body.

The warm energy spread quickly, relieving her initial discomfort.

"Mmm... so comfortable..."

Seeing the comfortable and relaxed expression on Misako's face, Makoto Jingu knew that the time had come.

Without further hesitation, he began to cultivate the land he had longed for.

Misako's slightly plump yet well-proportioned body, like a fine rice cake, was repeatedly pounded and kneaded by Makoto Jingu, shaped into various heart-pounding forms.

"Jingu-kun... ah... you're amazing, a hundred times better than I imagined..."

Scenes that I once only dared to fantasize about are now happening in reality in a way that far exceeds my imagination.

Misako's voice echoed continuously inside the car.

This dignified lady has now completely transformed into a succubus.

Jingu Makoto looked down at Misako, who had completely succumbed to his charms, and felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

He likes this contrast.

I love seeing these usually dignified and virtuous ladies reveal their most authentic and unknown sides to me.

Jingu Makoto's movements became increasingly wild, each one seemingly aimed at piercing the earth's core.

"No, I... I'm going to break... Ahhh!"

Under another round of fierce onslaught, Misako's mind went blank, and all she could see was a dazzling white light.

The pure Yang energy was poured into it without reservation.

However, Makoto Jingu did not stop there.

He turned her over and made her support herself on the chair that had become a mattress.

The plump and perky "millstone" was then displayed high and exposed to his eyes without any concealment.