Mahiru And Hiyoko Novels & Stories

The unexpected proposition left everyone, especially Hiya, in a state of astonishment. Quick to clarify the situation, Hiya's sister-in-law interjected, unveiling the familial connection. "It's good that you liked Hiya, but she is not our maid. She's my husband's little sister and my sister-in-law." A forced smile accompanied this revelation, betraying a hint of concern – the fear of losing the reliable presence that attended to household chores.

said the beautiful Japanese-blooded woman, stretching her hands towards Tiara. With slow steps, the little girl approached Hinata. A beautiful smile etched on her lips when she saw little Tiara walking over. She pinched the little girl’s cheek lightly. “So cute~” “Sorry to bother your work.” “It’s okay. I don’t feel bothered, seriously. I’m even happy to play with Ara.” “Thank you, Hinata. Then, I’ll go first.” “Be careful, Mommy.” “Yes, Mom will be careful. I will pick up Tiara after I finish my business.”

They lowered their heads and answered, "Yes, Miss Chiba.' The woman in costume turned back and bowed again to the other people in the hall. She said in a sweet voice, "Hello everyone. I'm Chiba Mieko from the Yagyuu family in Japan. Please allow me to apologize for whatever mistakes they made today. Please rest assured. I'll punish them hard as soon as I get back." When she was doing that, the Japanese man stood by and watched. He didn't talk but his face showed his pride. He was the young master of the Yagyuus in Japan, named Yagyuu Hirai.

Ropes of various thicknesses and colors were laid out neatly on low tables. Hiroshi demonstrated first on a regular partner, a graceful Japanese woman named Aiko in her late thirties. He worked with fluid precision, creating an intricate full-body harness that accentuated her lithe form. The audience watched in attentive silence as he suspended her partially, then took her in a slow, controlled rhythm. The sounds of rope creaking and skin meeting skin filled the space. Mia watched from the side, a sharp twist of jealousy mixing with heavy arousal. Aiko’s quiet, controlled moans made her own pussy throb in memory. Then Hiroshi turned to Mia. “If you’re willing.”

“You and Hibiki... us. It feels like a dream.” Jiro stepped closer, his expression softening even further. He reached for Haru’s hand, intertwining their fingers with a familiar ease that made Haru’s heart swell. “It’s real,” Jiro said, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re real, Haru. And we’ll always be real. Together.”

Hiroshi said awkwardly, “Chairman, relationships and careers cannot be treated as the same thing in the first place…” Yahiko replied angrily, “Then, just pretend that you are a playboy. You have two lovers in Osaka. Now that you are in Osaka, you will have to meet up with both of them. So, will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like more first, or will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like less first?”

I hesitated, unsure. "Roohi, Myra is right," Mahi Bhabhi chimed in, her voice full of warmth. She and bhai had come back as they had forgotten something she needed. "You’re so pretty, but like an unpolished diamond. You just need a little polishing, and you'll shine. Let Myra take care of you, and everyone will be stunned by your glow." "See, Mahi is truly a daughter of the diamond king of our country, look, she even compared you to a diamond that needs polishing." Ruhan teased her as they were classmates all their lives.

Kotori reminded him with a smile. Harris shook his head. "Saburo can run fast too. He's our best here," pointing to Saburo who was elegantly drinking from his miso bowl. Mika giggled. "Yes, but he's already a senior. You're a rookie and you're almost as fast as him. Even I can't dash as fast as you, you know? I'm sure even you can beat Saburo in windtalking someday. No offense, Saburo," she looked nervously at Saburo.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

Kusuma's voice. "Ahem ....! Meet, she is Maharani. Soon to be my wife!" Mr. Kusuma said introducing me. His right hand cupped my right hand that was holding his arm, as if to show his ego. I glanced at him, his face hardened to hold his displeasure. "You're Maharani aren’t you?! Rani, I'm Tyok! Remember, you were once my assistant!" he shouted, still staring at me closely. Ignoring Mr. Kusuma's call.