To Hōryō, this sound sounded just like the intimate, seductive murmurs of nurse Aoi Kō—simply divine! Hōryō pushed Asumi right onto the bathroom lounge chair, with Asumi’s hands braced on the surface, knees bent, and her back facing Hōryō’s face. Hōryō noticed how Asumi’s creamy, golden breasts swayed gently, more alluring than even Aoi Kō’s famed bust. Japanese women are truly captivating—so mesmerizing to Chinese men. Hōryō urged himself forward, fully driving his sturdy member deep into Asumi’s back. "Ah! Ouch! It hurts!" Asumi cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. Hōryō realized then that, in his eagerness to enjoy himself, he had completely forgotten that Asumi was a virgin. So he slowed down, gently caressing Asumi’s sensitive areas with his hands, and encouraged her: "Asumi! Just hold on a moment, relax—soon it’ll be fine!" "Hm," Asumi responded, and at that moment, she truly became obedient. Hikaru, who has more experience in this area, enhanced the massage and caresses, and spoke tender words, which helped Shizuko feel less tense. At that moment, the video from Aoki Kuromi transmitted a voice that sent shivers through the listener. Shizuko then said to Hikaru, "Husband! Hurry! Shizuko wants it now!" As Hikaru continuously drove into her and gently explored, Shizuko's petals tightly embraced his beloved body. Hikaru, a strong man, was steadily conquering the gentle woman, Shizuko. Shizuko's flowing hair kept moving, and her body trembled continuously, always meeting Hikaru's advances with a firm grip. Pain and pleasure intertwined—this was exactly the feeling Shizuko loved. As for Meguri, she was held tightly in Hikaru's strong, powerful arms, passionately kissing him. Hikaru kissed every part of Meguri's body, from head to toe. The glowing kiss releases a beneficial energy that stirs the heart of any beautiful woman in the world, and Meguri feels electrified by this charged kiss. This Japanese beauty, seven parts more radiant than Aoi Sora, presents her very best in a complete and radiant manner. Indeed, Meguri is no ordinary beauty—she is truly pure and captivating, one of Japan’s most striking campus beauties. Highlight loves such women. He savoring Meguri’s essence, his hands restlessly massaging her lush, substantial member while also thoroughly stimulating the most sensitive areas beneath her. This causes an abundance of lush, flourishing blooms to emerge beneath her. Soon, both Highlight and Shizuko reach their peak climax. At this moment, Highlight chooses not to ejaculate into Shizuko’s body, but instead, he splashes his essence onto her face, mouth, and chest. Shizuko, like a hungry girl, licks up Highlight’s precious fluid and gently kisses his beloved treasures. Then, Shizuko lay happily and softly on the lounge bed, feeling utterly content and said to Gōtō, "Husband, you're amazing!" At that moment, Meguri was overflowing with desire, while Gōtō lay on the lounge platform, Meguri riding atop him. As Meguri settled down, "Ah!" Gōtō's member gently entered Meguri's vaginal folds. However, Gōtō did not go deep—he only entered slightly—but Meguri still felt tense and called out. Gōtō knew both wives were virgins, with no prior experience. That was perfect—old Gōtō especially loved virgins. It was time to enjoy the first-time experience game! Gōtō was very careful, not making a direct entry, but instead continuously massaging Meguri's body. As she was massaged all over, Meguri felt her ten thousand and eight thousand pores activated, as if receiving electromagnetic therapy—yes, even more refreshing than electromagnetic therapy. Arisawa Kou's AV-perfect beauty, the nurse, let out a gasp of delight, and even more so, Misaki, who was called by Arisawa Kou, reached an additional thirty percent of ecstasy, bringing High-Rating to its peak. Misaki settled fully onto her seat, and High-Rating's entire shaft entered her completely. Thanks to the ample prelude, Misaki didn't cry out in pain—only clenched her teeth and furrowed her brows. At this moment, High-Rating didn't press deeper, but instead gently massaged Misaki's golden breasts with his hands. Misaki felt a tingling sensation all over her body, emitting a voice so enchanting it was soul-stirring, her eyes becoming dreamy. Then, High-Rating launched his attack. He fully entered her. Misaki mounted on top of High-Rating, moving up and down in rhythm with his body's undulations. Wearing Arisawa Kou's nurse's uniform, with silk stockings on her legs, this elegant attire proved irresistible, causing High-Rating's nose to continuously bleed. "Ah, so beautiful!" Misaki said in Japanese, her voice even more alluring than Arisawa Kou's. A surge of passion rose in Gao Liang, intensifying with every passing moment, fiercely conquering the top-tier Japanese beauty before him. As Gao Liang's relentless assault—like a storm—continued, Misaki's body trembled, her waist swaying side to side, her eyes blurred, her jaw clenched tightly, her nose lightly humming, and her breaths soft and delicate. From the wall mirror in the bathroom, Gao Liang watched Misaki—more beautiful than Aoi Kuromi—being completely won over by his passion, and felt a deep sense of fulfillment as a successful man. Soon, it was Gao Liang's turn to take the lead. He poured out his essence, only to find Misaki gently catching it with her mouth. Gao Liang's essence flowed into Misaki's mouth, first being licked, then swallowed completely. Afterward, Gao Liang embraced Misaki on his left and held Jing Zi on his right, having successfully conquered both Japanese beauties. Now, they had become his women, utterly gentle and compliant—like two small, docile sheep, nestled warmly and securely in the broad, strong embrace of Gao Liang. "Husband!" Both beautiful women affectionately called Gao Liang "husband," and Gao Liang warmly addressed them as "wives." Unconsciously, Gao Liang noticed that the white silk towel on the stage now bore two fresh, rose-like streaks of blood. First blood! Gao Liang held the white silk towel tightly, as if it were a precious treasure. "Husband! We are now yours! We only hope you will treat us well from now on!" Mei Hui and Jing Zi looked deeply into the eyes of this outstanding man, their tears flowing with heartfelt emotion. Gao Liang nodded with sincere responsibility, then kissed each of the two women, saying, "Wives! Believe in me—and in your own choices!" "Yes! Husband! We believe in you!" With these simple words, both sides felt a deep sense of sincerity and trust. That night was warm and romantic. High Light carried the two beautiful women to the bedroom, where after a brief rest, both wives—already savoring the bliss—still craved his attentions. That night, fully immersed in his passion, High Light indulged himself passionately with his newly married Japanese wife, embracing her fiercely, from the bed to the carpet, then to the balcony—every corner of the presidential suite became their shared sanctuary of love. A night of romance is worth a thousand gold pieces; for High Light and his two new wives, it was worth far more—worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. The couple remained deeply affectionate throughout the entire night, and High Light, though slightly weary, finally rested. When he opened his eyes, he saw the bright morning sunlight streaming through the window glass. Checking the clock, he noticed the time was 9:30 a.m. No time to lose—he had a business launch event in Hollywood today. As he scrambled to rise, the door opened. A voice called out, "Husband! I've prepared a Japanese-style steamed and baked cheese cake—come, try a bite!" It was Meiiko’s lively voice. “Honey! This is the Japanese peppered katsuobushi head soup I made—have a sip!” That was Setsuko’s sweet, syrupy tone. Gao Liang is a meticulous person. Upon noticing a wound on Mei Hui-ko and Jing Zi's hands, he immediately asked them what had happened. At first, the two beauties were hesitant, but after Gao Liang pressed them, they revealed the truth: in order to ensure that Gao Liang could enjoy a more authentic Japanese meal, the two had gotten up early to purchase the main ingredients—cheese and eggs—at a market in Hollywood, which was quite far from their location.