She took off her coat and undid her skirt. She wore flesh-colored stockings on her feet, and with every step, her scorching body temperature left faint marks on the floor. Her upper body was clad in a white shirt, several buttons undone to reveal a hint of lace from her underwear. The hem of the shirt barely covered her secret garden.
As she walked, a trace of purple hidden below flickered in and out of sight.
Still somewhat dazed, she pushed open the bathroom door without hesitation, intending to wash up and take a bath to relax.
Then she froze completely. There was someone in the bathroom.
Luo Zhen's pants were caught around his knees. One hand braced against the sink while the other moved busily, engaged in a hand-driven sprint.
Michiyo stared at the scene before her and froze stiffly. Her throat suddenly felt itchy, and she unconsciously began swallowing.
She was already in her thirties and had never had any contact with a man. Her workplace was entirely female as well.
After all, with a twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio, most boys were treated like treasures. They were extremely precious, and the men willing to go out and work were a tiny minority.
It could even be said that, with that ratio, it was difficult to spot a man on the streets.
Michiyo's sexual repression had reached its limit, especially since many of the women at her workplace were in exactly the same situation.
A group of sexually repressed women naturally chatted during breaks at work. What did they talk about? Mostly dirty stuff, of course.
Sometimes, they even shared related resources—passing around several websites, with comics, novels, and videos all available.
But one thing was particularly important: most of the videos used 3D technology.
Because male actors were hard to find.
A twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio meant men would always be in high demand. Forget becoming male actors—even if they did not work, plenty of people would be willing to support them.
What Michiyo read most often were novels.
Recently, she had been reading I Became the Matchmaker for Mother and Husband. Just from the title alone, it was obvious what kind of content it had.
It told the wonderful story between a mother-in-law and her handsome son-in-law.
Naturally, Michiyo imagined herself in the role of the "mother."
Although doing so felt a little unfair to Little Ichiri, it was merely a very private fetish hidden deep in her heart.
As long as she did not say it aloud, there was no problem.
Having desires for the boy her daughter liked? Michiyo... you bastard!
But there was nothing she could do. Luo Zhen was simply too wonderful. Though he was only a high school student, he carried a mature charm, with the aura of a married man all over him.
Whenever she engaged in private activities, she could easily see wonderful scenery just by thinking of Luo Zhen.
Sometimes, even while she was at work, Luo Zhen's face would appear in her mind. She would hide in the restroom, followed naturally by a series of soft moans.
Of course, every time she finished, her mood would become extremely heavy. That sense of moral transgression often left her unable to breathe.
Every time, she said it would be the last time. But once the moment came, she still could not resist.
Now that she saw Luo Zhen busily occupied, her mind crashed.
"Michiyo? Auntie?"
Luo Zhen's voice trembled slightly, and he looked utterly pitiful.
Michiyo remembered what she had done earlier and wanted to do it again.
"Don't talk."
The string called reason in Michiyo's mind had already snapped. She hugged Luo Zhen from the front, burying his head directly between her twin peaks.
Luo Zhen once again smelled that scent of perfume mixed with alcohol.
This was not an ordinary hug, because Michiyo's hand was doing something "unforgivable."
Luo Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but discovered that he had no strength in his body.
How could this be? He worked out regularly; he was strong and healthy.
That was probably just an excuse. Deep down, he was enjoying what was happening too.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help you. Hehe, don't scream, please. If Hitori or Futari hears us, it'll be troublesome."
Michiyo spoke beside Luo Zhen's ear, her hot breath carrying a sticky smell of alcohol.
"You drank too much. Let go of me."
Luo Zhen's voice trembled.
He was not enjoying this... all right, it did feel pretty good, but that was not the point!
"This kind of thing isn't allowed."
Luo Zhen felt like a Saiyan whose tail had been grabbed.
Have I become weak because of the Golden Finger?
The value in a certain area began to swell, apparently drawing strength away from the rest of his body.
Luo Zhen still had enough strength to move, of course, but compared to Michiyo's strength, it amounted to nothing.
"Be good. It'll be over soon."
Michiyo glanced at the sink and squeezed out a little hand soap.
The icy sensation made Luo Zhen tremble all over. A fragrance spread through the air, slippery and filled with bubbles, and Luo Zhen unconsciously rose onto his toes.
"I like Hitori. I... don't want this."
Luo Zhen bit his lower lip and let out an unwilling sound.
Inside the bathroom, only the alternating sounds of their breathing remained, rhythmic enough to gather into a beautiful melody.
Michiyo looked at Luo Zhen, slumped on the floor, then at her own hand. It was hot atop her stockings, already stained with thick white fluid.
"What... have I done?"
Her vision went black, and her legs gave out. The alcohol was taking effect again, and the reality of the situation was too outrageous. She felt helpless, unable to accept it.
She had messed up at work, and tonight, she had probably messed up something else as well.
Her family was going to fall apart. How would Hitori look at her in the future?
She might even be thrown into prison.
With a twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio, all kinds of laws offered men incredibly strong protection.
If this became a legal matter, Michiyo would definitely be finished.
Thinking of what might happen afterward, her world fell into darkness.
Something Was Bound to Happen
Michiyo needed to get up early so she would not miss the train.
After getting up, she would prepare breakfast, then hurry out the door.
But she had drunk too much yesterday, passed out completely, and some strange things had even happened.
So she overslept. Luo Zhen's gentle voice was what woke her.
"Michiyo, if you don't get up now, you'll be late."
Luo Zhen's voice was very soft, but Michiyo pulled the blanket over her head.
"Mm."
She made a faint sound, truly not knowing how to face Luo Zhen.
"I made breakfast. Eat before you head out. I'm going to wake Hitori."
Luo Zhen's voice sounded just as it normally did, without any change.
It was precisely because of that that Michiyo felt even more uneasy.
"Are we just supposed to pretend nothing happened? Little Zhen, is that what you mean?"
After Luo Zhen left, she struggled out of bed. Her hangover made her head ache fiercely.
She discovered that her clothes had been changed, and even her skin felt quite smooth. Someone had helped bathe her after she lost consciousness last night.
It could only have been Luo Zhen, meaning he had seen all of her.
"After all, there was so much on my stockings. If I didn't wash them, someone would notice."
"His movements were so gentle. I didn't even wake up halfway through."
Michiyo changed into her work clothes and wore black stockings today.
The fragrance of food drifted up from downstairs. Burdened with worries, she sat down with a gloomy expression.
Luo Zhen did not mention what had happened last night. She should probably follow his lead. Pretending that nothing had happened was best.
"After doing something so excessive, he's treating it so lightly."
Michiyo muttered under her breath. He really was a good child. She truly had done something unforgivable.
"Let's just treat it as a strange dream I had while drunk."
Michiyo took a sip of coffee, and the deep furrow between her brows eased slightly.
At that moment, Luo Zhen came downstairs, pulling along a bleary-eyed Hitori.
After seating Hitori for breakfast, he glanced at Michiyo before entering the kitchen to wash the pot.
Michiyo felt incredibly awkward. Her toes, wrapped in black stockings, nearly clawed out a three-bedroom apartment in the floor.
The sound of washing came from the kitchen. Michiyo turned her head and could see the boy's upright figure.
He stood steadily, his long legs perfectly shaped, while his soft buttocks looked especially firm and perky.
Michiyo set down her cup and rose to her feet as if possessed.
"Nothing happened?"
Her mind was in chaos, yet she unconsciously moved closer to Luo Zhen.
Her super-mature body in its thirties moved forward, her soft breasts trembling with every step.
She stood behind Luo Zhen and pressed those full mounds against his back.
Michiyo could clearly feel Luo Zhen's body stiffen.
"Thank you, Little Zhen. I'll come home early tonight. I'll handle dinner."
As she spoke, she deliberately exhaled hot breath against Luo Zhen's ear, making it itch.
Luo Zhen turned around, and Michiyo saw complicated emotions in his gaze.
There was confusion. He did not understand why Michiyo had come so close, when they could have simply pretended that "nothing happened."
There was fear, because Hitori was not far away. Yet she had her back to the kitchen and knew nothing.
Right in front of her own daughter, Michiyo was doing something very bad to the person her daughter liked.
"If you need anything, I can help you."
Michiyo stretched out her hand toward last night's "old place."
"I can tell that you really need it."
She felt she must have gone mad to do something like this.
But the python twitched, and Luo Zhen did not clearly say anything to refuse.
"We can't pretend nothing happened, Little Zhen. Once the valve of desire opens, it's hard to close."
Luo Zhen only showed resistance with his eyes, yet the more Michiyo looked at them, the more excited she became.
Having changed from flesh-colored stockings to black ones, her heart had changed somewhat as well.
Her calf hooked around Luo Zhen like a vine, tightly entwining him.
There was no turning back from this relationship. Even if they maintained an unspoken understanding and neither mentioned it, Michiyo knew that every day afterward, she would feel restless, until one day she made another move on Luo Zhen.
Just like how she often read novels about "mothers-in-law and sons-in-law," amused herself with her fingers, and fantasized about Luo Zhen.
Every time, she said it would be the last time, but once the post-release clarity passed, she would soon continue again.
Sometimes, that post-release clarity did not even last a damn thirty minutes.
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