All kinds of clothes were scattered on the floor in the room. The bed, unable to bear the weight, was creaking and groaning. The fierce fight seemed to have no clear winner.
The two bodies were locked together in an inseparable state, the bed was covered with a mess, and the air was filled with a strong and long-lasting scent.
"Asakura-kun, can you still... hold on,... huh?"
Lady Yukinoshita seemed still unsatisfied and kept breathing sweetly into his ear. With her beautiful and languid look, she continued to invite the warrior to fight with all his might.
The young man just remained silent, and exerted force from his waist even more rapidly. A real man is never afraid of a challenge. If you want to fight, then I will fight.
When the yin and yang are reversed, I will use my essence and blood to disrupt the sky, use billions of lives as soldiers, and use broken pots and spears as generals to suppress all enemies.
As we all know, making puffs is a job that requires patience and skill.
First of all, during the production process, the chef needs to stir the food quickly. Each time, the stirring needs to be sufficient and even, until it absorbs and overflows enough moisture before proceeding to the next step.
In addition, soft and smooth dough needs to be kneaded as an auxiliary material. The unimaginable elasticity supports it to be rolled into a ball or flattened in the hands of the chef, always maintaining a smooth and elastic state, and even expanding during the kneading process.
There are many types of puffs according to their shapes. Master Asakura, who was hastily invited to make puffs today, prefers to make a new type of puff with cream poured on the outside of the skin, which is safer and more hygienic for consumers.
But apparently, for some unknown reason, Mrs. Yukinoshita insisted on tasting the French profiteroles today. This type of profiterole is characterized by its semi-circular shape, bulging belly, and a filling filled with rich fillings.
Master Asakura was helpless as the long legs like a water snake tightly locked his retreat route, making it impossible for him to escape. He could only accept his fate and speed up the production of the puffs.
As the temperature rises, the dough begins to gradually expand, becoming fluffy and full.
This process is like witnessing the birth of a miracle, making people hold their breath and concentrate, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.
"Asakura-kun...give it to...me."
Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the young man tenderly, and she couldn't wait to offer her pink and tender red lips, as if expressing her most desired feelings.
Master Asakura took out the slightly thick and long piping nozzle with trembling hands, and injected the cream filling into the puff with powerful and firm movements.
The freshly-baked Yukinoshita puffs seem to be endowed with souls, becoming plump and full of vitality, with unstoppable happiness and satisfaction showing on the beautiful little faces.
Her beauty is even more enchanting, and her spirit is as clear as autumn water and as bright as snow.
The half-curved phoenix eyes hide amber, and the red lips are like a cherry.
Her jade fingers are slender and soft in the dew, and her golden lotus steps are graceful wherever she goes.
White jade is fragrant and flowers are eloquent, but a night worth a thousand gold is hard to get rid of.
...
On the battlefield filled with smoke and devastation, the two people who had just finished fighting fell into silence. The bed sheet was covered with traces of their struggle. In the temporary calm, their weapons were still in a stalemate and alert state.
Asakura rubbed his aching forehead and was about to get up to escape from this embarrassing situation when Mrs. Yukinoshita hugged him again and threw him onto the bed, with a hint of resentment on her rosy cheeks.
"Don't you have any attachment to me at all, Asakura-kun?"
Her plump thighs closed together to clamp his unwilling member, and the tingling and numb touch made her moan softly.
Asakura is also a Muggle. Looking at his classmate's mother who is bold yet resentful, he is in a dilemma and doesn't know how to deal with it.
If Yukino knew that she had slept with her mother, she would definitely kill herself.
Asakura hesitated for a long time, but for the sake of his own safety, he finally chose the safety of Big Head over Small Head.
"Mrs. Yukinoshita, you are certainly charming, but this itself was an accident, and we can't make any more mistakes."
"Asakura-kun is so cute, if you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know that we are wrong.
Don't worry, I don't need you to be responsible. As long as you can stay in the Yukinoshita family, then Yukino and I will be yours."
The passionate red lips didn't want to give him the chance to refute or reject, and they eagerly sucked the nostalgic warmth and moisture, and the war started again.
"Asakura-kun is still so energetic, it's really great, come on, give me more, more."
Mrs. Yukinoshita began to dance with her enchanting figure, the graceful dance music beat the rhythm, and the hearts of the two people also beat along with it.
The ubiquitous warmth and the extremely compatible touch gradually made Ryo unable to extricate himself, and the thunder hitting his face had blinded his eyes.
He remembered someone once said that tears shouldn't flow out of a girl's eyes, so he understood.
"That's it. I can't leave you. Stay with me forever, Asakura-kun~"
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After a chaotic battle, Mrs. Yukinoshita's originally slender and smooth belly bulged visibly, like a sandwich that had returned with a full load.
In the afternoon when the sun shines through the curtains, time seems to become slow and leisurely.
The two of them lay on the bed hugging each other tightly. All their troubles and worries seemed to be melted away by each other's warmth, leaving only full happiness and tranquility.
When reason returned to his brain, Asakura looked at the cream pouring out intermittently and couldn't help but worry.
"After putting so much in, I hope Madam will be alright."
Mrs. Yukinoshita lazily changed her posture, lying comfortably in his arms, and said indifferently:
"Don't worry, I will take medicine. Even if there is any accident, it will not implicate Asakura-kun."
She gently stroked the bulging white belly with a gentle expression, her eyes flickering with a shimmering light, adding a touch of maternal radiance to her.
Ryo was silent for a while, then he held up her head solemnly and seriously, staring at her with a firm gaze:
"If anything unexpected happens, please contact me immediately. I will shoulder my responsibilities well."
Mrs. Yukinoshita stared at his determined look in a daze. It was this omnipresent sense of security and warmth that made her fall madly in love with him. The smile on her lips became more and more gentle. She closed her beautiful eyes and gently offered her pink lips, enjoying the hard-earned beauty.
How can she better keep him by her side? The mature Mrs. Yukinoshita naturally understands that feelings and blood are the deepest bonds.
Facing her beloved man, she no longer wanted to use those shady means of intrigue in the business world and the entertainment industry to destroy this beautiful relationship, but at least this time she wanted to be a little more selfish in order to make this precious love last forever.
Just this time, she silently chose in her heart not to take any measures to stop it, and let God decide their future destiny.
But mom also wants to give birth to another child of our own for my beloved Asakura-kun, only in this way can she keep him in our family.
I'm sorry,Yukino, please forgive mom.