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

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The seemingly delicate petals possess astonishing resilience and depth, layer upon layer, gradually devouring the dragon.

Akane bit her lower lip, her rosy face full of a happy and satisfied smile.

She could clearly feel every inch of the dragon's muscles and how that scorching energy forcefully filled her body.

"Phew... Fengxia, watch closely, it's about to start..."

After fully adapting, Nanao Akane placed her hands on Jingu Makoto's chest and began her performance.

She tightly contracted her two rows of tender flesh, while simultaneously thrusting her large, snow-white, fat penis up and down, beginning her suppression of the dragon.

Those plump breasts swayed violently beneath the student uniform, as if they might break free of their restraints and leap joyfully out of the collar at any moment.

"Oh, oh, oh...so satisfying..."

Akane Nanao has her own unique understanding of rhythm control, squatting frequency, and angle switching.

Such a fierce exchange captivated Watase Fuuka, who watched intently, her mind reeling.

"Sister Qian...you're so amazing..."

The girl's heartfelt praise pleased Nanao Akane, who was working hard, and it seemed that all that grass she had endured before hadn't been for nothing.

But gradually, her breathing became rapid, and her voice carried a hint of barely suppressed emotion.

She felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.

Facing a Jingu Makoto whose strength has increased once again, Nanao Akane's past experience is somewhat outdated.

This dragon is more ferocious than ever before.

"Mmm...I..."

The girl decided to hold back and begin her final sprint.

Her waist movements were so fast they were almost blurry; she used all her strength with each sit, trying to completely drain this ferocious dragon.

"Chengjun, release it all! Don't hold back any longer!"

Her body suddenly tensed, and her soft flesh gripped the dragon as if it had gone mad.

"coming soon."

Jingu Makoto's voice was deep and powerful.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon's head suddenly thumped, and scorching magma, with unparalleled momentum, gushed out fiercely.

"Huh...huh..."

Akane Nanao lay softly against Makoto Jingu's chest, breathing heavily.

Her beautiful face was covered in fine, fragrant sweat, and her body was still twitching slightly uncontrollably.

*Gurgle...* Natsume-chan seems to have been right, Makoto... really has gotten stronger again...

"Qian, it seems your verbal skills are still lacking."

Jingu Makoto raised his hand and lightly patted Nanao Akane's pert buttocks.

As the waves rippled, his fingers sank deep into the water.

Sensing the large dragon that seemed to be preparing to enter the second stage, Akane Nanao was terrified.

She quickly shook her head and said, "No, Cheng-jun, it really won't work... Let... let Feng-xia do it?"

"Huh? How can someone say they can't do it?"

Looking at Akane Nanao, who had been so arrogant just moments before but had now surrendered so quickly, Makoto Jingu couldn't help but tease her with amusement.

He rolled over with the girl in his arms, ready to continue.

"Hmm... I'll come on!"

With a determined look, Nanao Akane gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and struck a pose as if she were bravely facing her execution.

"Alright, just kidding."

Jingu Makoto smiled and kissed her on the lips before retreating completely from the warm, damp mud.

"I'll let you off the hook for now and give you some time to rest."

He stood up and looked at Watase Fuuka, who had been watching the game for a long time.

Under Makoto Jingu's gaze, Watase Fuuka nervously gripped the edge of the table behind her with her small hands, her eyes lowered, not daring to meet his eyes at all.

That shy and charming appearance was incredibly alluring.

With a smile, Makoto Jingu stepped forward and gently pulled her into his arms. He couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her delicate, soft cheek.

"Um... Senior..."

"Fengxia, you're so cute. So, have you decided how you're going to punish me?"

Upon hearing Jingu Makoto's praise, Watase Fuuka instantly transformed into a steam princess.

Her face was as red as a boiling kettle, almost steaming.

The girl blinked her big, watery eyes and said shyly, "S-senpai, please be gentle..."

Even someone as formidable as Sister Qian failed in her punishment attempt; this newbie should just accept it honestly.

Seeing the girl's innocent and shy appearance, Makoto Jingu's smile deepened.

He lowered his head and precisely captured those two slightly parted lips.

"Well!"

Fengxia's body went limp, and she collapsed into Jingu Makoto's arms.

Her tightly closed eyes relaxed slightly, allowing herself to immerse herself in the tender kiss.

The girl's petite body was easily lifted up by Makoto Jingu, like a kitten, and their lips remained locked together for not even a second.

Makoto Jingu gently placed Kaede Watase on the cool tabletop, his hands roaming over the beautiful curves of her body.

As the last button was skillfully unbuttoned, he held the two adorable white rabbits firmly in his hands and caressed them freely.

The girl's legs unconsciously parted during the kiss, and the hem of her pleated skirt was lifted by her thighs, revealing the garden that was already flooded.

"Ah...senpai...I...I want..."

Jingu Makoto continued kissing Kaede's cheeks and earlobes, while at the same time, his long spear, which had been poised for a long time, deftly broke through the last line of defense and rushed in in one fell swoop.

Watase Fuka's jade-like feet, which were originally resting on the edge of the table, were suddenly jerked stiff by the unexpected spear thrust.

Then, her legs, like two supple water snakes, wrapped around Shingu Makoto's waist and held him tightly.

"Senpai... Kimoji..."

Chapter 177 The Proud Louisa

St. Hua Girls' Academy, High School.

At noon, the bright sunlight shone unrestrainedly on the corridors of the teaching building.

Louisa Richter wore a dark blue school uniform dress, her long golden hair flowing in graceful arcs as she walked.

She was like a lioness surveying her territory, elegant and majestic.

A student union secretary followed nervously behind, taking notes rapidly in a small notebook.

"Your skirt is 10 centimeters shorter than the school's standard height!"

"And you, cell phones are prohibited in the teaching building, confiscated!"

"Both of you, write a self-criticism and deliver it to the student guidance office by tomorrow noon!"

The blonde president's cool and authoritative voice echoed in the corridor.

Wherever they went, the students stood upright and looked straight ahead.

As the student council president, coupled with the Richter family's illustrious reputation, Louisa wielded even greater influence at this prestigious girls' school than most of the teachers.

"Wow, President Louisa is really impressive."

Behind a pillar not far away, Kato Mio leaned against it, exclaiming with a somewhat exaggerated expression.

"Miyo, if she hears this, you can forget about your track and field club's activity funds."

Kisaragi, standing beside her, adjusted her glasses, her gaze still fixed on the book in her hands, and offered a calm reminder.

"Ugh, I'm so bored. I have no energy at all. I really want to go find Jingu-kun..."

Kato Mio complained a few times, then casually put her arm around Kisaragi Tomoe's shoulder and asked curiously, "Tomoe, why aren't you in a hurry at all? You've been so calm these past few days."

Isn't that kind of wonderful guidance something you experience once and then crave again day and night?

"Because I've already made an appointment with Cheng-jun to continue receiving guidance this Saturday."

As Yue closed the book, she finally looked up, a sly smile playing on her lips, and a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes behind her glasses.

"What?!"

Kato Mio felt betrayed by her best friend and shook her violently: "Little Ba, you traitor! You secretly made a reservation without telling me!"

"That's because you're too stupid, Mio."

Kisaragi Tomoe retorted mercilessly.

"Hey! I don't care, I'm going that day too! We're childhood sweethearts, good things have to be shared!"

"Don't hold me so tight, don't you know how strong you are? It's going to break..."

"Will you agree or not? I won't let go if you don't!"

Unlike the girls' energetic laughter and playfulness, Louisa, having finished her patrol, was now sitting alone in the back of her luxury car, the atmosphere inside eerily tense.

Her beautiful face, comparable to that of a top model, was now as cold as ice.

The blonde girl squinted, her mind replaying the photo that Huang Liuhua had shown her.

Makoto Jingu...

She silently murmured the name, a cold smile suddenly creeping onto her lips.

He looks quite decent enough; no wonder he was chosen to be the executor of that evil plan.

The female driver and bodyguard in the front seat looked at her mistress in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Who has offended this young lady this time?

……

Meanwhile, after helping Nanao Akane and Watase Fuka digest their food, Jingu Makoto finally had time to check the text messages that Sumeragi Rikka had sent him during his workout.

[Rokka-chan: Makoto-kun, are you there? This is the person you need to mentor this afternoon~]

You have received the data (Luisa.zip) sent by "Rokka-chan".

[Rokka-chan: Louisa is a bit special; she wants to receive mentorship off-campus. Address: [Location: Richter Grand Hotel]]

[Rikka-chan: She's a very stubborn girl, keep it up, Makoto! I believe in you!]

Jingu Makoto opened the file and saw the photo of the blonde girl, and instantly remembered her.

Isn't this the same blonde student council president who stormed in so aggressively the other day when he and Rikka were playing happily together?

Although Sumeragi Rikka's words revealed that the student council president was difficult to deal with, Jingu Makoto remained completely unfazed.

There's no other reason than that my second brother is invincible!

He casually replied with an "OK" emoji, then drove off towards his destination.

Before long, a magnificent six-star hotel came into view.

"The Richter Grand Hotel... another rich woman."

Looking at the magnificent and opulent hotel lobby, Makoto Jingu casually sighed before stepping inside.

We took a private elevator to the top floor, to the presidential suite area.

Standing at the door, Makoto Jingu raised his hand and knocked rhythmically.

"Knock, knock knock."

The door was quickly opened, revealing a delicate and pretty face with an innate air of arrogance.