Madam, believe me, how can I be a minotaur?

Section 119

Even if…

Only for tonight.

So, Eriko Miyajima slowly raised her hands, making a gesture as if waiting for a hug.

Just like in a dream.

She looked at Makoto Asano with blurred and loving eyes, and murmured softly, "…Asano-kun, hold me."

Hearing this, Makoto Asano's rationality, which he had been barely maintaining, finally snapped completely.

He no longer cared, nor did he want to care anymore.

So he leaned down again and kissed the girl.

Another passionate, wet kiss, Eriko Miyajima's desire was about to reach its peak.

Her legs began to rub against each other unconsciously, as if eagerly craving something.

Makoto Asano's lips gradually began to slide down, beneath the white bathrobe were her jade neck, shoulders, and…

At the same time, his outstretched right hand also began to grope.

Obviously, Eriko Miyajima was completely ready.

She squinted her eyes and made a happy, joyful sound, letting Makoto Asano touch her.

Makoto Asano slowly propped himself up and quietly gazed into her eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the room fell into silence, as if it had been paused.

After a moment, Eriko Miyajima closed her eyes, raised her hands, tightly wrapped them around Makoto Asano's neck, and then took the initiative to kiss him.

She gave her answer.

So, in this pitch-black room.

As Makoto Asano pressed close, Eriko Miyajima let out a sweet yet painful moan.

The wind and rain outside the window howled incessantly.

But tonight was a wonderful night.

(That part has been deleted. This chapter is purely about kissing, and there is no large-scale description. Is it that even kissing is not allowed in male protagonist novels now?)

Author's words: Happy Qixi Festival, everyone.

I updated 10,000 words today, it's not too much to ask for a monthly ticket, right!

Chapter 164: Scalding

(This chapter really only describes the male protagonist hugging and healing the injured heroine, without doing anything strange… Dear review teacher, please look carefully.)

If Yuna Kamino makes people feel extremely nervous.

Then Eriko Miyajima makes people feel what is called passionate.

The moment Makoto Asano hugged Eriko Miyajima, who was completely unprepared, he even felt as if he was about to be burned.

At this moment, he was like holding a red-hot iron ball, so scalded that he felt flustered and even subconsciously wanted to let go.

He adjusted his breathing several times in a row, held his breath, and finally barely endured the feeling of being scalded until he was sweating.

After a while, when he was almost completely able to adapt, he turned to look at Eriko Miyajima and carefully admired her.

So, Makoto Asano couldn't help but be stunned.

Because it was so beautiful.

In his opinion, Eriko Miyajima at this moment was like the most beautiful painting in the world, embellished on the yukata that was spread out like a white curtain.

He saw her eyes half-open, with a trace of pain and blurred expression on her face, breathing softly.

And the blush on her face was getting more and more, perhaps because of the pain, her body was also trembling slightly.

Looking at her like this, Makoto Asano couldn't help but feel a little heartache. He slowly leaned down, put his head next to Eriko Miyajima's ear and gently blew a breath, and whispered, "Eriko."

"Goo… Ahh~~?"

Because she was injured and enduring the pain, Eriko Miyajima squinted her eyes and made meaningless monosyllables, somewhat incomprehensible.

"You are so beautiful."

Makoto Asano gently spoke of love.

"Wha—Umm~~~!"

Then, without waiting for Eriko Miyajima to respond.

He leaned down slightly and hugged her relatively petite body once again.

His movements were gentle and soothing, as if cherishing a treasure.

But even so, the pain of her body being torn apart was not so easily eliminated.

Eriko Miyajima couldn't help but groan again, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

Makoto Asano lowered his head, gently kissed the corner of her eye, and licked away her tears.

A little salty.

Then, Makoto Asano began to kiss without reservation again, kisses falling like raindrops on every corner of Eriko's face.

Slowly, her body no longer trembled because of the pain.

And the pain in her voice had disappeared, replaced by supreme sweetness and happiness.

Makoto Asano's kiss was the best medicine to heal pain.

So, Makoto Asano lowered his head again and kissed her lips.

She also began to respond awkwardly and diligently.

The moment their lips touched, the two began a close and intimate kiss.

For a long, long time, Makoto Asano finally left Eriko's lips.

He tried to straighten up, but Eriko's arms, which were tightly wrapped around his neck, made him bend down again.

Because she didn't want Makoto Asano to leave, she wanted to hug Makoto Asano, she wanted to be held by Makoto Asano.

Feeling her heart, Makoto Asano no longer tried to get up, but put his head on her shoulder, next to her ear, and continued to be gently hugged by her in this position.

At this moment, he didn't know why, but Makoto Asano, who was being gently hugged by Eriko Miyajima, suddenly felt a sense of being包容 [bāoróng - tolerance/inclusiveness/to forgive].

This incredibly compatible 包容 [bāoróng] even gave him the illusion that Eriko was born for him.

It's just… although gentle, Eriko Miyajima still made him endure quite painfully.

And it wasn't just him who was suffering so hard to endure.

Eriko had already stopped feeling pain under his treatment and gained happiness.

Even after a while, her hand unconsciously let go.

Taking this opportunity, Makoto Asano finally escaped her embrace and was able to straighten up and fully appreciate this painting.

At this moment, Eriko's left hand was behind her head, grabbing the pillow.

And her other hand was placed horizontally on her face, using her forearm to cover her eyes.

The lower half of her exposed face was flushed with an unusual red.

Looking at this beautiful picture, Makoto Asano immediately couldn't control himself, and was even aroused by the sadism hidden deep in his heart.

How much he wanted to ravage and tear apart this beautiful picture.

But the remaining trace of reason made him unable to bear to bring pain to Eriko Miyajima.

Because he was still treating the injured Eriko Miyajima, he couldn't heal the injury and then add a new one, right?

And he didn't want to leave Eriko with only painful memories.

However.

Seemingly sensing his entanglement, Eriko, after hesitating slightly, actually took the initiative to remove her hand from her eyes, and stared at Makoto Asano, who was looking entangled and uncomfortable, with loving and intoxicated eyes.

"Asano, kun… It's okay, I… I can…"

So, reason snapped.

Makoto Asano immediately hugged her even tighter.

And relative to his hug was Eriko Miyajima's voice, gradually losing reason due to pain, her thoughts had begun to be dominated by instinct little by little.

"It's a little… painful, but… Ugh~~ If it's Asano-kun, it's okay…"

Perhaps because of the pain of the injury, like melting ice cream, Eriko's expression had begun to gradually become uncontrollable.

The heavy breathing of the two kept echoing in the room.

"Asano, kun… I like, you."

After a moment, Eriko's breathing began to become more and more rapid.

And Makoto Asano's feelings were similar to hers.

So, he once again hugged Eriko Miyajima, with a force as if he wanted to rub her whole body into his body.

"Asano, kun… I~~~~!"

In an instant, Makoto Asano felt as if he was being grabbed by something.

That feeling of tension even made him sweat in an instant.

But he didn't let go, because he knew that this was the key to treating Eriko Miyajima.

So he simply let go of his body and mind, allowing Eriko Miyajima to hold him tight.