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

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She took the initiative to approach, then tiptoed and pressed her soft lips to Jingu Makoto's lips, offering a kiss filled with longing and sweetness.

After the kiss ended, she reached out and affectionately took Jingu Makoto's arm, leading him to the sofa in the living room.

"However, since the master returned unharmed this time, I will not pursue the matter further."

Tsubakihara Mira smiled slightly and let the matter drop.

Then, she gently pushed Jingu Makoto's chest with her soft palm, and Jingu Makoto sat down on the sofa.

Mira gracefully knelt between Jingu Makoto's wide legs.

She tilted her beautiful face up and said in a gentle tone, "Master must be very tired after being away for so long. Let Mira give Master a good massage?"

I'm actually doing fine; I even negotiated a big deal this morning.

Jingu Makoto thought this to himself, but his body honestly allowed Tsubakihara Mira to take off her clothes.

The imposing syringe popped out with a "bang," greeting her with boundless energy.

"How lively it is! It seems happy to see me."

Mira let out a soft, bell-like laugh and affectionately rubbed her cheek against hers.

"Then let me make you feel good."

She first placed a gentle kiss on the surface of the syringe with reverence, then extended her soft tongue to draw on the surface of the syringe.

Each stroke produced a hissing sound, and Tsubakihara Mira only stopped when the surface of the syringe was polished to a crystal-clear finish.

"And this place, we can't let it go either."

Softly murmuring, Tsubakihara Mira gently grasped the two heavy medicine pouches in her hands and began to gently knead them.

Then, she carefully put the medicine pouch into her mouth and meticulously cleaned every inch of its surface.

Mira's service was not like Ai Xiu's last night, which was aimed at extracting a large sum of money. Instead, it was more like a gentle cleaning and maintenance, full of comforting power.

This soothing and considerate rhythm allowed Makoto Jingu to completely relax.

He leaned back, rested his head on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the long-lost tranquility and comfort.

During this brief respite, Makoto Jingu suddenly remembered a question: "By the way, where are Yuna and Nina?"

"Goo...they," Mira's voice came from below, slightly muffled, "are still upstairs changing. These maid outfits are quite complicated to put on, and if no one helps them, it'll probably take a while."

The exquisite technique brought Jingu Makoto to his limit, but he didn't hold back and let it run its course.

The IV tubing began to pump the medication, and the needle bounced violently.

The medicine was being absorbed by Tsubakihara Mira with a "glug-glug" sound, and her cheeks puffed up cutely like a hamster.

"Um……"

Mira let out a soft, satisfied moan.

"It tastes just like before~"

With a slurp of the tongue, the final touches were finished.

"how about you?"

Jingu Makoto opened his eyes and looked curiously at the woman who was focused on enjoying the delicious food.

"Well……"

After swallowing, Mira finally answered, "I tried it on yesterday, so I got dressed quickly."

Looking at Mira's smiling face, Makoto Shingu immediately understood that she was doing it on purpose to gain the upper hand.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

"Alright, the massage isn't over yet, Master, please continue to enjoy it~"

Tsubakihara Mira slowly stood up, took a step back, and leaned against the coffee table behind her.

She raised a slender finger to her moist lips, while revealing an extremely seductive smile.

Her other hand gripped the hem of her skirt.

Under the boy's gaze, the black skirt was slowly lifted.

Those plump, long legs, encased in sheer white stockings and exquisite garter stockings, were exposed to the air inch by inch.

Fair skin, taut lines, and the absolute territory at the end of the garter stockings that inspires endless imagination.

However, when it came to the most crucial part, Tsubakihara Mira deliberately stopped.

"Then, Master..."

Her voice was as smooth and sweet as if it had been soaked in honey.

"Would you like to eat first, or take a shower first?"

The maid's skirt was finally lifted up completely, revealing Tsubakihara Mira's long, white-stockinged legs.

But Makoto Jingu's gaze was firmly drawn to another scene.

Mira's secret garden is not covered by any fabric.

That pristine white land was laid bare before him.

Perhaps it tasted the strong medicinal liquid, or perhaps it was the master's expectation, but tiny, glistening dewdrops were quietly dripping from it.

Tsubakihara Mira licked her lips, which still had some medicine residue, and uttered the last sentence, word by word.

"Or...should I...eat...me...first?"

Chapter 158 The Tsubakihara Sisters Are Joining Too

Is there even a choice?

Of course, it's about cooking and bathing together with the maid mom.

The greedy Shingu Makoto declared, "I want them all."

Tsubakihara Mira felt a blur before her eyes, and then she was in Jingu Makoto's arms.

As she plopped down, two large, melon-like objects beneath her slender collarbones wobbled violently, almost as if they were about to jump out.

Jingu Makoto reached under Mira's armpits and lifted her soft, plump breasts from behind.

With a forceful tug, the large pear, now free of clothing, sprang out from the tear in the fabric.

The young man, familiar with the ways, grasped the pear in his hand and kneaded it vigorously, just like a pastry chef.

The original semi-circular outline suddenly became an hourglass shape, and then suddenly became two small semi-circles next to each other.

"Really... um... Master, don't do this..."

"You'll ruin my clothes!"

Tsubakihara Mira pouted coquettishly and made a token attempt to straighten her dress.

But Makoto Jingu didn't give her that chance.

Her timid, seemingly always-closed-eyes big rabbit-like breasts, finally couldn't resist the boy's repeated teasing and poked their heads out.

The two snow rabbits, which had been kneaded and pinched into various shapes, opened their bright red eyes and glared at his palm with shame and anger.

Every time he sees this scene of sprouting up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, Makoto Jingu finds it quite interesting.

As he studied and pondered it carefully, he said with a smile:

"Then let's buy another one."

As he spoke, the boy raised the corners of his mouth with a slightly mischievous grin, and pulled his finger outwards fiercely, stretching it into a long, soft strip.

"Eeeeeeeee!!! All you do is play with that place? Master is such a naughty child~"

"I'll always be a child in front of Mirasan."

Jingu Makoto lowered his head, his nose probing between Mira's neck and hair, inhaling the alluring, subtle fragrance of her hair.

Tsubakihara Mira closed her eyes, tilted her snowy neck back, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Her round, perky buttocks unconsciously pressed against him as he moved slowly.

The Great Snowfall was getting hotter and hotter, and several springs of clear water seeped out, providing water for the Explorer ship of Makoto Jingu below.

Jingu Makoto's arm, which had been around Mira's waist, slid down as he tried to find out more.

Perhaps because she practices yoga regularly, Tsubakihara Mila's full, round breasts are full of elasticity.

He grabbed the plump pork meat wrapped in white lace and began to knead it with great affection.

Mira's soft, delicate body swayed slightly, and she exhaled a flustered yet sweet breath.

"Gurgle... It's going to be taken away by Makoto-chan!"

"What a slutty maid! Her master hasn't even had a chance to enjoy himself, and she's already about to lose herself!"

"He needs to be taught a lesson!"

Jingu Makoto raised his eyebrows, angrily rebuking the maid for her incompetent behavior.

Tsubakihara Mira slumped into the boy's arms, her pert buttocks creased softly beneath her maid's skirt.

"Hmm~ Sure, feel free to teach this incompetent maid a lesson!"

Jingu Makoto hooked his arms around Mira's legs and forcefully lifted her up, then they revisited the familiar place.

To be honest, it really feels good to be home.

That gentle pressure, that coy reluctance and allure, instantly captivated Makoto Jingu.

The progress bar suddenly jumped to a very high position, and Tsubakihara Mira abruptly tilted her head back, directly initiating artificial rainmaking.

"Eek! How did it all go so suddenly?!"

The harsh, rainy weather did nothing to hinder the Explorer's continued progress.

The journey of exploration is always tiring, so Makoto Jingu carried Mira to the kitchen and started making lunch together to replenish their nutrition.

Light the fire, pour in the oil, add the fresh abalone, and then stir-fry it vigorously in the pink round-bottomed pan.

Meanwhile, the Tsubakihara Yuna and Nina sisters finally changed their clothes and came downstairs.

Listening to the loud commotion of stir-frying in the kitchen, they wore expressions of both envy and helplessness.

"Kasan, you ran away again!" Tsubakihara Yuna couldn't help but complain as she watched her mother being bumped and thrown around.

“Looks like we’ll have to wait a long time~” Tsubakihara Nina nodded in agreement.

"Not necessarily."

Jingu Makoto quickly stir-fried the food over high heat, then gave the two sisters standing at the kitchen door a mysterious smile.

Before Yuna and Nina could understand what it meant, a strange fluctuation enveloped them.

The next second, a surge of scalding heat erupted from deep within their bodies, instantly making them dizzy.

"Um, Makoto, what's this?!"

Yuna Tsubakihara's legs went weak, and she cutely collapsed to the ground.

Tsubakihara Nina swayed and trembled as she leaned against the door.

"Empathy, or rather, shared perception."

This was something he learned from Aishu; in fact, the true purpose of this magic was to mitigate damage when facing deadly danger.

However, thanks to Makoto Jingu's modifications, it became a magic used solely for sharing sensory experiences.

Its purpose is to keep those who haven't had their turn yet from being idle during group workouts.

So far, the results seem pretty good.

As Jingu Makoto explained, he began his sprint.

He struck the deepest recesses of the palace as if unleashing a rage.

"Waaah, it's reached the top...it's so deep...I'm going to come again!"

With a long sigh, Tsubakihara Mira's palace opened its doors on its own, welcoming Makoto-chan's arrival.

Mira's pink tongue was half-protruding, and her pair of white silk-clad feet were curled up and tense like crescent moons.