Chapter 65

Shirakawa Natsu had heard of this place; it was a street lined with love hotels, the place where countless young and beautiful girls had their first time.

In order to differentiate themselves, couples’ hotels have added various value-added services such as S and M props and detailed explanations of positions, which is also a place where many boys open the door to a new world.

Shirakawa Natsu swallowed hard, glancing at Hojo Kanna out of the corner of her eye. Hojo Kanna’s cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were fixed ahead, and her steps were unwavering.

“Looks like I’m just passing through.” Shirakawa Natsumi tried her best to reassure herself, but a strange sense of anticipation couldn’t help but rise in her heart.

His heart began to race, and he stared straight ahead, not daring to look to either side.

As the two walked hand in hand to the end of the street, Kanna Hojo suddenly stopped.

Shirakawa Natsu was startled. He felt the body holding his arm pulling him, making it impossible for him to move forward.

Her breasts, which should have been soft and large, seemed to have hardened considerably due to her nervousness.

Hojo Kanna stood there with her head down, holding his arm, her delicate face seemingly burying itself in his chest.

Shirakawa Natsu turned her head, and right next to them was the last couples’ hotel on the street.

The pink lights ignited the ambiguity in the air, like a beautiful serpent tempting innocent humans to taste forbidden fruit, swaying its waist towards them and enticing them to unleash the most primal impulses between men and women.

Kanna Hojo’s voice was very soft, and one had to strain to hear it: “I’m a little tired, can I rest for a while?”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the love hotel. At this moment, he didn’t want to get to this point with Hojo Kanna and wanted a suitable excuse.

Seemingly noticing his hesitation, Kanna Hojo suddenly grabbed his arm and walked into the hotel.

It was too late for Shirakawa Natsu to resist. Hojo Kanna, who usually seemed timid, was more determined than anyone else when it came to doing what she wanted to do.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged woman who smiled broadly as the two entered, her face crinkling with wrinkles, and said warmly, “Handsome young man and beautiful young woman, are you looking for a room by the hour? Here is the price list.”

She handed me a colorful piece of paper with some cartoon elements.

After pulling him to the counter, Hojo Kanna blushed and lowered her head, giving him a “you decide” look.

But she clung tightly to Shirakawa Natsu’s arm, preventing him from leaving.

Shirakawa Natsumi’s mood was complicated. She took the colored paper and glanced at it. Goodness, the love hotel in Dongguo has really gone all out.

Ordinary waterbeds are fine, and cosplay rooms with popular anime themes are standard practice. But what about these train themes, office themes, and storage room themes?

There’s also an interrogation room theme, with photos of a rocking horse and a cross used for binding people.

He also saw above that it was a breeding ground for goblins.

Has it gotten this complicated already?

“That’s so vulgar, it’s an eyesore!” Shirakawa Natsu strongly criticized, then silently made a mental note to bring Kimura Momo next time.

He was just trying to gain favor with people; he definitely didn’t want to give it a try.

The owner was very experienced. Seeing the two of them looking awkward, he covered his mouth with one hand as if to hide something and whispered, “Is this your first time here, handsome? I recommend you choose the regular hourly room. It may look ordinary, but it comes with a full set of props inside.”

“Ahem, this is it.” Shirakawa Natsu quickly made his choice. Although Hojo Kanna, a gentle girl, wouldn’t object to choosing a goblin breeding ground, he was there to comfort his brother’s woman, so how could he be so vulgar?

“Handsome guy, beautiful lady, have fun.” The middle-aged woman smiled and handed the keys to the two of them.

Shirakawa Natsu led Hojo Kanna, who had buried her head in her chest, into the room.

The two sat side by side on the bed. Hojo Kanna kept her head down and didn’t say a word, and the room fell into a terrible silence.

“Um…” Shirakawa Natsumi tried to break the silence.

“Natsu, let’s have sex here,” Kanna Hojo suddenly said. “If Natsu hates me, we can go back now.”

“Huh?” Even though Shirakawa Natsu was mentally prepared, she didn’t come to the love hotel because she was really tired and wanted to rest, after all, the atmosphere had been set up for this.

But not wanting to sleep with his brother’s woman for no reason, he still asked, “Why?”

“There’s no particular reason.” Kanna Hojo kept her head down the whole time: “I wanted to experience it as an experience. Whether it’s an acquaintance or a stranger, they all have a condescending attitude, saying things like, ‘Girls must be with boys.’ So I’m curious about what it’s like between men and women.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at Shirakawa Natsu: “I know that this kind of thing can only be done with someone you like. If it’s Natsu, I think I can experience what it feels like to do it with someone you like. That’s why I called Natsu out today.”

“Uh.” Shirakawa Natsu was a little confused. He was really confused. He originally thought that Hojo Kanna brought him to the lovers’ bar out of some kind of desperate revenge mentality, but the result was far beyond his expectations.

Kanna Hojo seems to have made this choice after careful consideration; is this what they mean by “only after putting something into practice can one have the right to speak”?

This made Shirakawa Natsumi swallow back all the words she had originally intended to use to persuade her.

“Natsu.” After saying that, Hojo Kanna lay back on the bed, covering her eyes with her arms: “Can you help me take my clothes off?”

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless for a moment, watching her lie face up, her large breasts seemingly spread out, the edges of which revealed more curves from the neckline of her dress.

A pair of long, white legs under a short skirt, and high-heeled sandals.

Shirakawa Natsu reached out and gently placed her hand on her chest.

Her body was trembling. Despite saying impressive things and doing adult things, she was still filled with fear.

Shirakawa Natsu didn’t want to continue building rapport with her at this point, but having come this far, it was impossible to do nothing.

Kanna Hojo crossed her arms and covered half of her face, so her expression couldn’t be seen, but the rosy cheeks were impossible to hide.

He reached his hand under her armpit, and Kanna Hojo cooperated by turning her body so he could unzip the back of her dress.

Without the support at the back, the dress was instantly pushed up by the chest, creating a noticeable bulge in the front.

Shirakawa Natsu placed her hand on her collar and gently pulled it down, immediately pushing the dress up to below her chest.

Even when lying down, once the lid is lifted, the visual stimulation is overwhelming, and the whole world seems to be nothing but white.

No wonder I didn’t see any bra straps; it turns out Kanna Hojo used R-pattern pads.

He reached out and tore it open, then tossed it aside; it turned out to be concave.

Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t help but poke it with her hand.

When Hojo Kanna was poked, her body jerked as if she had been electrocuted.

He didn’t play with it much, and the depression turned into a bulge.

Kanna Hojo simply covered her face with her arms and remained silent throughout, appearing completely at ease.

The dress, with its pleats bunched up at her slender waist, was inexplicably sexy despite its disheveled appearance.

He loosened his belt, sat on Hojo Kanna’s stomach, and spread his hands apart, holding one on each side. This was his dream come true.

Kanna Hojo kept her face covered, letting Natsumi Shirakawa do whatever he wanted without stopping her.

Just as Shirakawa Natsumi had predicted, Hojo Kanna was indeed straightforward.

But he soon discovered a new problem: although he could control the squeezing sensation with both hands, they were too soft, and he could only desperately try to squeeze towards the center.

This can cause discomfort due to dryness.

Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze fell on her small, delicate mouth.

Hojo Kanna’s lips were thin, with a light layer of lipstick on them. Shirakawa Natsu rubbed the lipstick against her lips.

This time she didn’t open her mouth to cooperate; instead, her lips were forced open, revealing her white teeth.

Her face turned so red it looked like it could bleed.

Seeing that she didn’t resist, Shirakawa Natsumi naturally took advantage of the situation and smeared some lipstick on her face.

After being teased by him for a while, Hojo Kanna finally opened her mouth.

Shirakawa Natsumi got her wish and obtained a substitute for the lubricant.

Red Moon Spear, fine young man, held in my chest, its rough shape is revealed. As I rub it against it, it gradually shines. It surges into my heart, and I ponder it deeply.

About six minutes later, Shirakawa Natsu rubbed hard against her chest, cleaned herself up, and got off her.

Sitting to the side, one hand was still rubbing, reluctant to let go, while the other hand took out a phone, not to take pictures to collect special CGs, but to check the side quests.

“Task 1: Connect with her and get her to admit that you’re better than her husband. (Reward: 30 points)”

It was still gray at that moment.

“Sigh, as expected, there won’t be any miracles.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at Hojo Kanna, who was still covering half of her face with her arm, making her expression unreadable.

As he rubbed with one hand, a spring of water flowed out between her breasts; it was the fluid he had left there earlier.

The spring water flowed down her body to her neck, leaving a white trail on her crystal-clear skin.

“Do you want to continue?” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly exerted force with one hand, and Hojo Kanna winced in pain, clenching her teeth but not moving. “If we continue, there will be no going back. Although most people don’t mind now, I think your partner will still be very happy.”

“N-no…it’s okay.” Kanna Hojo opened her mouth slightly.

“Then put your hands down.” Shirakawa Natsu put down her phone, took Hojo Kanna’s hands from her cheeks, and placed them on either side of her forehead.

Kanna Hojo could no longer cover her face with her hands, so she quickly turned her head away, not daring to meet Shirakawa Natsu’s gaze.

“That was your first time with a man, how did it feel?” Shirakawa Natsumi continued to ask.

“I…” Kanna Hojo hesitated for a long time before speaking, “I guess that’s how it is.”

After she finished speaking, she quickly added, “It’s not about whether Xia’s technique is good or bad; I can’t really explain it.”

“It’s not like some books describe suddenly becoming a different person. I am still me. That’s the feeling.”

“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded: “Those are just excuses people make for themselves to become different after experiencing things. You are still you. Now that you have the answer, go back.”

Although he hadn’t lifted the girl’s skirt yet, he knew that Kanna Hojo hadn’t experienced adult sexual activity.

Therefore, he did not want to go to the final step. After being straightforward just now, he had entered a state of sagehood, and reason once again took the lead.

Although he didn’t know if homosexual couples would care about such things, he figured it was best not to make things complicated.

As he withdrew his hand from his chest, Hojo Kanna reached out and pressed it down.

She shook her head: “Xia, I want to go all the way to the last step.”