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Pretty much." he said. "But my parents were talking about heading over to Kyoto to see his parents since they are on a trip there and they sent us some train tickets. There's one free, so I was seeing if you'd be able to go."
Kyoto, huh? It could serve as a well deserved break. Although I do have the money to make the trip myself, I am hardly adverse to refusing a free trip even if it's with Issei. The only problematic thing about it is the supernatural aspect that would no doubt be attracted to him.
But depending on the type of supernatural presences, I don't think the Yokai are as inherently dangerous as the Devils. By that, I mean there's no chance for me to either be recruited by force or eaten alive by a stray. Unless I roll a nat1 on life and the Chaos Brigade chooses that day to attack Yasaka.
"You wouldn't mind?" I ask.
"It's not like I have anyone else in mind." Issei admitted. If I was prideful in any way, I might've taken that as an offence, but thankfully I'm not. So I just pretend that I didn't hear that from the most hated protagonist on reddit.
"Thanks, I have to close up shop now, but I'll definitely make it for Golden Week." I said, and a smirk overcame my face. "Heck, we may even find something nice for you over there. Kyoto is also known for its women."
He scoffed. "Definitely not taking you at your word, there's almost nothing to see whenever I head over there."
Oh wow, then he's obviously never seen Yasaka. Which reminds me, since I'm heading over to Kyoto, I should take the time to spin by Aokigahara Forest and visit my 'Parents' since it has been quite a while since I've had the means and the time to actually visit.
"Well, see you tomorrow then." Issei waved off.
"Try not to get attacked again." I chided. I'm sorry, but the intrusive thoughts had won and the quip was stronger than me.
"Eat a dick." Issei scoffed.
"You would like that, won't you?"
Issei immediately ran off right as I started laughing my ass off at the comeback. When he was far enough in the distance that I couldn't make out the image of him running in the distance, I turned back to close up shop before heading upstairs to prepare for the evening death march.
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The client was fairly regular and not too far off the area away from Issei's home. Although I have no idea how she keeps calling me over without her husband knowing, this housewife is often my bread and butter, one of the first that I got that I morally had trouble swallowing down.
After liberal hundreds, I couldn't care less anymore. As long as it would not get me caught, and as long as I would not get killed. I'm fairly sure she was in love with me as well, but I'm not in the right straits to be exclusive, not when Marakyuu needs as much finding as it needs. Sure I could just blow it up with knowledge of future trends but honestly, I didn't want to take the chance of angering some time god, and Tik Tock should stay dead until 2020.
So for the time being, it was back to the streets with me.
The housewife kept fairly in shape with a slightly muscular build compared to the slender or curvy that I was mostly used to. I could tell from the onset that she often did kegel exercises. I heard rumours of that making sex mad.
As I lay down on her bed, she barely wasted any time. I sat there and watched as her slim gym shorts slowly fall towards the ground, bringing the muscular woman's pussy into view.
Her labia had some of the plumpest, most delicious looking lips on it, And just above her mound, was a small strip of honey blonde pubic hair, which at this point was almost as wet as her snatch.
Apparently, she was so aroused that she decided that neither me or her would need any more foreplay, and with streamers of girlcum running down her discreetly muscled thighs and long, athletic legs…I couldn't really find myself disagreeing on this easy night. Any protests died on his lips when she straddled her hips and pushed her pussy against the angry tip of my cock.
A sharp hiss escaped my lips as I felt the heat of the blonde's hot and needy cunt brushing over my sensitive dickhead, the drops of the barbarian's gelatinous juices slowly slithering down onto my throbbing shaft caused me to let out a growl of lust. When the housewife tried to impale herself on my cock however, she only succeeded in making the tip split apart her pussy-lips before it entered her pussy at a torturously slow pace.
She roared in a mixture of frustration and pleasure as my prick slowly stretched her tight pink tunnel, and in response to the much-needed penetration a positive fountain of her juices wetly smacked down on my groin and stomach. Her wet snatch flowed like a lubricant smoothing out the dryness of my shaft.
After the blonde's pussy stopped twitching and clenching in orgasm, she drove herself down and I saw my cock successfully disappear into her juicy snatch. The sudden influx of pleasure had caught me off guard with how suddenly I felt my dick sinking into her hot tight pussy. The kegels were definitely working overtime to wring me dry.
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Although after the likes of Raynare and the fallen, it was slightly a bit lacklustre in comparison. No fault on the housewife though, they are literally made for sex. And possibly the only one who could do them one better would most likely be the succubi.