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

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Under the table, Makoto Jingu had already taken off Nina's slippers, and his fingers were gently tracing the curve of her arch.

The girl's feet were incredibly soft, and the texture of the stockings added to their allure.

It's like holding an ice cream that could melt in your palm at any moment.

He mischievously pressed his thumb against the sole of her foot, causing Tsubakihara Nina to shudder.

"Well…"

Tsubakihara Nina bit her lip, her bright blue eyes staring at Jingu Makoto with watery eyes, only to be met with his intensified teasing—his fingertips had already slipped between her toes, slowly rubbing back and forth.

Tsubakihara Nina had no way to stop it; she could only feel the tingling sensation coming from the soles of her feet and her body temperature gradually rising.

Ugh, this is so embarrassing!

Just as Tsubakihara Nina was at a loss for what to do with Jingu Makoto's little game under the table, Yuna suddenly "accidentally" dropped a chopstick.

"Ah, let me pick it up."

The moment Yuna Tsubaki bent over, Makoto Jingu quickly released his hand, and Nina hurriedly withdrew her foot as well.

But it was too late—Tsubakihara Yuna clearly saw the lone slipper on the ground and Nina's bare feet.

"I see…"

When Yuna Tsubakihara straightened up, a knowing smile appeared on her face.

I never expected Nina to be so bold. She was just French kissing Makoto in the living room, and now she's doing this kind of thing secretly.

Dinner continued in an awkward atmosphere. Nina kept her face flushed and ate with her head down the whole time, while Makoto Jingu occasionally received probing glances from Yuna.

After clearing away the dishes, Yuna Tsubakihara spoke first: "I have something to take care of, so I'll go back to my room first."

Before turning to go upstairs, she gave Jingu Makoto a meaningful look.

Nina Tsubakihara blushed and hurriedly excused herself, saying, "I'm going to take a shower!"

Jingu Seiya returned to his room. He lay on his bed and took out his phone to text Nina when the phone suddenly rang.

"Yuna-nee?" he answered the phone.

"Makoto, can you come to my room for a bit? I need to talk to you about something."

Yuna Tsubakihara's voice was softer than usual.

"Okay, come right away."

After hanging up the phone, Makoto Jingu looked at the message that had not yet been sent and raised an eyebrow.

He had originally planned to eat Rina's food today, but it seems Yuna is also coming to his door.

Hmm, no big problem, there's still plenty of time tonight...

Jingu Makoto walked to Tsubakihara Yuna's door and gently knocked.

"Makoto, come in, the door's unlocked."

As soon as Jingu Makoto pushed open the door, he saw a surprising scene before him.

Yuna Tsubakihara was taking off her clothes, revealing her flawless figure.

"Ugh?"

"What's wrong, Makoto?"

Yuna Tsubakihara didn't stop; she continued to unfasten the clasp on her back, revealing a pair of bouncy white breasts.

Two pretty little pink flowers adorn the towering, rounded mountain peak, making one want to touch them.

"Um, is there something you need from Yuna-nee?"

"Hehe, I'm getting bored taking a bath alone, so I wanted to invite Makoto-chan to come along~"

Yuna Tsubakihara looked at Makoto Jingu's burning gaze, a hint of mischief flashing in her eyes.

She didn't try to hide anything; instead, she straightened her chest.

"This isn't good..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yuna Tsubakihara walked over to Makoto Jingu, took his hand, and led him into the bathroom.

"It's okay, we used to bathe together all the time when we were kids~"

"Um, okay."

Looking at Yuna Tsubakihara's smooth, beautiful back and round, perky buttocks, Makoto Jingu couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"hey-hey!"

Upon hearing this, Yuna Tsubakihara smiled happily, her eyes curving into crescents.

She opened the bathroom door and went inside, then turned on the tap and started running water.

"Makoto, did you take your clothes off...?"

As Yuna Tsubaki tested the water temperature, she turned her head and saw Makoto Jingu's naked body.

"Okay, great!"

She covered her mouth, staring at the area covered by the holy light, her face filled with undisguised shock.

However, she quickly composed herself and beckoned, saying, "Makoto-chan, come in."

Warm steam filled the bathroom, wetting Yuna Tsubaki's long golden hair, which clung to her smooth back.

Jingu Makoto's gaze involuntarily followed the water droplets, watching them slide down her slender neck, past her proud breasts, and finally disappear into the mysterious triangle area.

"Makoto, stop standing there in a daze." Yuna picked up the shower gel next to her, water droplets dripping from her pink pearl. "Come here, let me wash your hair first."

Makoto Jingu swallowed hard, walked towards her, and then sat down on the small stool in the bathroom.

The bathroom wasn't spacious, and their skin was almost touching. The faint fragrance emanating from Yuna Tsubaki, mixed with the sweet scent of her shower gel, made him feel a little stiff.

"Lower your head," Yuna Tsubaki said softly, her fingers already running through his hair.

Warm water poured down from above his head, and Makoto Jingu closed his eyes, feeling the touch of her slender fingers massaging his scalp.

The scent of foam bloomed at the tip of his nose, but even stronger was the sensation of Yuna's soft bosom brushing against his cheek from time to time.

“Yuna-nee…” His voice was a little hoarse.

"Hmm?" Yuna Tsubakihara didn't stop moving, but simply moved her body even closer. "What's wrong?"

Jingu Makoto could feel her fair skin pressed against his knee, incredibly soft and warm.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to pin her against the wall.

"It's nothing," he replied, trying to sound calm.

Yuna Tsubaki chuckled softly, her fingers sliding down the back of his neck to his shoulder.

"Turn around, I'll rub your back."

Makoto Jingu obediently turned around, and Yuna squeezed a ball of shower gel into her palm, then placed her soft hands on his back.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she were handling something fragile, taking meticulous care of every inch of skin from her shoulders to her waist.

"Makoto's muscles... are much more toned than before."

Yuna's voice carried a hint of admiration as her fingers traced the grooves of his back muscles.

Shingu Makoto could feel her fingertips deliberately lingering in certain places, gently drawing circles.

When those hands reached his waist, he involuntarily tensed his abdominal muscles.

"Relax," Yuna Tsubaki whispered in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. "I'm not going to eat you."

Her hand continued downwards, sliding over his buttocks, and gave him a light pinch somewhere.

Makoto Jingu took a deep breath.

"Well, it seems Makoto-chan is a bit sensitive."

Yuna Tsubakihara's voice carried a sly smile as her fingers brushed against the ground almost imperceptibly.

However, she did not continue her actions, but suddenly hugged Jingu Makoto tightly.

Yuna Tsubaki rested her head on Makoto Jingu's shoulder and whispered, "I saw everything you and Nina did today."

Jingu Makoto didn't speak, he just listened quietly.

“But it’s okay.” Tsubakihara Yuna let go of his hand and stood in front of Jingu Makoto, her wet blonde hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. “Because… I want to do the same thing as Makoto-chan…”

"Moreover, she's even better than Nina..."

The rest of the words were left unsaid, but Makoto Jingu already understood the girl's feelings.

"I see."

Makoto Jingu's gaze slid from her flushed cheeks to her slightly parted lips, and then to her round breasts that rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

"Then let me help Yuna-nee take a bath first." He stood up and reached for the shower gel.

Yuna Tsubakihara was taken aback and asked curiously, "Take a bath?"

“Yeah.” Jingu Makoto looked at the surprise in the girl’s eyes and gave a wicked smile.

"Wouldn't it be better to do 'that' after you've washed and smelled nice? After all, this is Nai-nee's first time."

Yuna Tsubaki blushed and then nodded slightly.

"I, I understand."

Just then, the water temperature was about right, so she stepped into the bathtub and sat down.

Jingu Makoto squeezed a large dollop of shower gel onto his hand, lathered it up, and then started applying it from her shoulders.

His movements appeared gentle, but were actually full of purpose.

Yuna let out a small gasp when her palm covered her full breasts.

"It's too big; I can't even hold it with one hand."

Jingu Makoto chuckled softly, his fingers feeling as if they were sinking into a marshmallow.

"Hmm... Makoto-chan..."

Yuna Tsubaki's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the bathtub.

“Yuna-nee also said to me, ‘You’re very sensitive too.’”

This time it was Jingu Makoto's turn to attack, and he slowly slid his other hand downwards.

Yuna Tsubakihara's body visibly trembled, involuntarily closing up, only to be forcefully pulled apart by him.

Jingu Makoto was groping around in the garden.

Occasionally, it gently taps the soft mud.

Occasionally, it would touch the guardrails on both sides.

"Makoto-chan...no..."

Yuna Tsubakihara's voice was already trembling with tears, and her legs were tightly clamped around his hand.

Jingu Makoto finally stopped tormenting her, and his fingers accurately found the small pearl, pressing it gently.

"what!"

Yuna Tsubaki cried out in surprise, raising her neck like a dying swan.

She felt her mind go completely blank, as if her soul was about to leave her body.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jingu Makoto kissed her lips, swallowing all her moans.

When Makoto Jingu finally released her, both of them were breathing erratically.

Silver threads hung between the two, forming a crystal-clear net.

Yuna Tsubakihara's lips were slightly swollen and red, and her emerald eyes were misty with tears.

"Makoto-chan, stop teasing me~"

"Okay." Makoto Jingu whispered in her ear, then pulled a towel over their wet bodies and picked up Yuna, who was as light as a feather.

Water droplets dripped from them, leaving a trail of ambiguous marks on the bathroom floor tiles.

The bedroom sheets were cool and comfortable, a stark contrast to the couple's burning skin.