Macho Harem Paradise Project

"No, that's fine."

Kato Megumi continued to read the chapter that she was about to finish, but her mind was no longer on the words.

She sighed softly.

Use bookmarks to mark the parts you haven't finished reading, and then put them back on the bookshelf on the desk.

"finish watching?"

Yang Mingxiu massaged the girl carefully, and the girl's delicate skin felt really good.

"Hmm... still a little bit short."

"Why don't you watch it?"

Xiaohui resisted the urge to turn around and look down on him, and she gently reached back and pinched his wrist.

Press him down from the waist.

Until now, a very important place for girls is also where fat accumulates.

“I can’t watch it properly anymore.”

"So, it's my fault?"

"That's right, it's all Yangming's fault."

Kato Megumi felt the unruly big hand, and the blush on her face became deeper.

"You are responsible..."

"Obligated!"

Before Kato Megumi could react, the young man picked her up and changed the orientation. Just now her back was against her chest, and now her chest was against her chest.

The man stood on tiptoe, putting her in a convenient position for him to move. Following his instinct, he found her alluring little mouth and kissed her without hesitation.

“Hmm… huh~”

Letting out a cry from within, the girl's arms gradually turned into caresses as she hugged Yangming.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Kato Megumi lowered her head to look at the hand that had reached inside to do something evil, then raised her head to look at Yangming Shuichi cunningly.

"Is this a massage too?"

"Of course, this is for the health of your glands."

“Hehe…”

Then hold that little button...

"Mei, you were the first to do this."

"Just a moment, prepare yourself mentally."

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Michiru Hyodo returned home, changed into slippers, and went to the dining table. She had messaged her mother in advance, so she had left some food for herself.

"Have you eaten?"

Michiru shouted into the room, and received a muffled response from her father.

The meal was cooked by my mother, which means she must be at home, that is, in the room.

After thinking for a moment, she looked at the almost untouched food and took a breath.

This is...wanting to give yourself another brother or sister?

Well...it's not something that is very difficult to understand. Parents are also human beings. Of course, they also need to have their own private time to enhance the relationship between husband and wife.

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?1035 Michiru's Room

The carefree music girl didn't think too much and just sat down and started showing off her food.

Her home is not in Tokyo, so she was the last one to arrive home.

I was too lazy to take the train, so I just took a taxi.

The taxi fare in Neon is more expensive than she had imagined. If Yang Ming Xiuyi wasn't a wealthy man, she would have been reluctant to spend the money.

She finished her meal quickly, put the dishes in the sink, squeezed out the detergent and started washing them. After dealing with the garbage after her meal, she returned to her own room.

It was a room with a guitar and covered with music posters.

I turned on my computer which I hadn’t turned on for some time, put on my headphones, and entered the world of music as usual.

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"Mei, do you want some milk?"

Yang Ming Xiuyi looked at the beautiful girl convulsing on the bed. It was a rare occasion for her to take the initiative, so of course he **.

It was really hard for her delicate body to withstand the beast's brutality.

"···"

She had not yet recovered from the aftereffects and could only breathe heavily with her mouth open.

"If you don't answer, it means you agree~"

With a gentlemanly smile, Yang Ming Xiuyi knelt on her bed and approached Kato Megumi.

Soon, with the stimulation of the big sausage entering her mouth, her dazed eyes regained a little rationality.

"Gurgle...hiss..."

The little stomach that had just finished a meal was soon filled with milk again.

My stomach is full...I can't eat any more.

This cute and adorable look made the young man unable to let go of the girl. He held her in his arms and caressed her for a long time before stopping.

She opened her eyes, looked at him with a smile, and quickly closed them.

too tired.

His big hands caressed Hui's little face and soon touched her lips. He hugged her tightly in his arms, rested his chin on her head, and supported his whole body on her.

"There's someone behind me."

Her voice sounded a little weak, like the heavy fatigue after exercise. Everything from her internal organs to every cell molecule was accusing her of the brutality that had just occurred.

"Sorry, I used too much force."

"Just, a little?"

“...too hard.”

The little head burrowed into his arms, and Kato Megumi closed her eyes for a while before opening them.

"Be gentle with them."

"it is good."

With a light touch on her forehead, Yang Mingxiu was covered in the night and became a ruthless drilling machine.

"···"

Kato Megumi covered herself with the quilt, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she was overwhelmed by an uncontrollable strong sense of tiredness and almost fainted the moment she closed her eyes.

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"Huh? Who would send me a message at this time?"

Michiru Hyodo looked at her phone which was vibrating next to her computer and tilted her head to look at it.

She was squatting on a stool. Although she was tall, she was curled up at a weird angle, as if her body had become smaller.

"Open the window."

It was a message sent to him by Yang Ming Xiuyi.

?

Her little head was filled with question marks. She took off her headphones doubtfully and walked to the window.

I actually saw a dark figure appear.

Shocked, Michiru opened the window and let in her little lover.

"How did you come?"

"I can't come?"

"No... not really. Could you have told me before you came? I haven't packed yet."

Yang Mingxiu looked at her room and found it was indeed a little... messy.

The only place that could be considered tidy was near the computer desk and guitar stand. There were some sundries piled on the bed and the floor, and even the lining...it was the mature black one.

There were also clothes hanging on the back of the stool. In comparison, the rooms of the three beautiful girls in front were so clean and tidy.

"Oh... I'm going to wear this tomorrow, so I'm hanging it here."

Michiru pointed to the clothes hanging on the stool.

"Where are these?"

Yang Mingxiu pointed at the piles on the ground and the bed.

"I just took it off today and haven't had time to throw it into the washing machine yet."

She meant the ground.

"These are clean clothes to wear in the room. I won't wear them until I'm done with the shower."

He patiently explained the functions of clothes in different regions, and it seemed that he was really worried that Yangming Xiuyi might misunderstand something.

Indeed, for a young girl, it would be a disaster if her lover thinks that she is an unkempt and sloppy girl.

And... moreover, my room is just a little messy! It has absolutely nothing to do with being dirty.

"okay."

The young man didn't care about it. He just wanted to see this carefree girl who was always very concerned about her image, and how cute she was when she was a little anxious for herself.

"Really? Look, you can just sit on the floor."

Michiru Hyodo sat on the floor for a while to prove that there was indeed not much dust in her room.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Are you writing a song?"

"Yes, I have some inspiration over there, I'm writing it down now."

"Why don't you write it down on my end? Wouldn't that save time?"

Yang Ming Xiuyi looked at some music production software on the computer that he couldn't understand. Some of the notes and arrangement stuff were completely unfamiliar areas to him.

"The writing over there is not good. Although there is everything, but... um... how to put it?"

"Not familiar enough?"

"Yes! That's it."

Always dealing with people involved in art, Yang Ming Xiuyi probably has figured out some of their tricks.

Musical instruments don't have to be expensive, but they must be the ones you are most proficient in. This applies to all experts in creative fields, whether it is music or painting.

It's similar to the feeling of not being able to sleep well in an unfamiliar bed.

"Is it done? Can I hear it?"

"Not yet. I've just started arranging the music. I'll play it for you once it's done."

"Is that so? Then continue."

Michiru Hyodo looked at Yangming Shuichi and rolled her eyes in her heart. How can I continue with you here? He will mess with me soon.

Moreover, creation is a very state-dependent activity. People can achieve twice the result with half the effort at the right time, but if they are interrupted in the process, especially their train of thought, it will slow down the progress a lot.

As the saying goes, inspiration only lasts for a moment, and if you miss it, you don’t know when the next time will come.