Mei's face instantly brightened.

"Oh, thank you, Akira-kun!" she whispered, pressing a grateful kiss to his neck. "Come, the bathroom is right here. I'll make sure you're clean and smelling fresh."

She slipped out of bed, grabbing a silk bathrobe from the hook on the back of the bedroom door, tying it quickly around her swollen, dripping body. She looked back at him with a smile.

Akira watched her go, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Feels good to have the love and devotion of a MILF, uhn?" Ai teased in his head.

"You have no idea."

He followed her into the spacious, clean bathroom. Mei was already running the shower, adjusting the temperature until the steam began to fill the room, softening the harsh edges of the light.

"Sit, please," she murmured, gesturing to the closed toilet lid. "I'll get everything ready."

Akira sat, resting his elbows on his knees, watching her as she gathered a soft washcloth and opened a bottle of rich-smelling body wash. The way she moved with reverence and eagerness was deeply satisfying.

"First," she said softly, kneeling before him, her eyes fixed on his still-hardening cock. "Let me clean you where I made the biggest mess."

She reached out, her hands cupping his balls gently. She dipped the washcloth under the warm running water and lathered it with a tiny amount of soap. With exquisite care, she began to clean the drying cum and his juices from his abdomen and thighs.

Akira leaned back, allowing her. Her touch was tender as she moved. When she reached his cock, she treated it with the utmost respect.

She pulled back his foreskin slowly, running the warm, soapy cloth over the sensitive head, tracing the thick veins of his shaft, down to his balls, massaging them gently as she cleaned.

The touch was sensual and completely non-demanding. But the sight of his cock being worshipped by this beautiful, mature woman, combined with the earlier intensity, was enough to make his blood surge again.

Mei noticed the change immediately. She looked up, her lips curving into a soft, wicked smile.

"Look at you," she breathed in admiration. "You are ready for me again already."

She tossed the cloth into the sink and rinsed off the soap with a stream of warm water from the shower. Then she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the clean skin.

Akira groaned, his hand resting lightly on the back of her head. This felt amazing… a pure, teasing handjob with her mouth thrown in.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, starting a slow, firm stroke, while her tongue swirled around the underside of the head, flicking the sensitive frenulum.

Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking gently on the tip as her hand pumped up and down, twisting slightly for extra friction.

She bobbed her head a little, taking a few inches in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her saliva mixing with the water to make everything slippery.

The sensation built fast: her tongue pressing flat against the vein on his cock, her hand squeezing just right at the base, rolling his balls in her other palm.

Akira's hips bucked slightly, the warmth of her mouth and the steady rhythm making his cock throb, but he held back, not ready to cum yet. He wanted to savour this.

Mei pulled off with a pop, stroking faster now, her breath hot on his wet skin. "You taste so clean now, Akira-kun. But I love making you hard like this." She dove back in, sucking harder, her tongue lapping at his slit for any pre-cum.

After a few more minutes of her expert teasing: hand pumping, mouth sucking, balls gently tugged, Akira gently pulled her back. "That's enough for now, Mei-san. Save some for tomorrow."

Mei pouted but obeyed instantly, letting him take over.

Akira stepped into the warm shower, and Mei followed, her bathrobe already discarded on the floor. She took the washcloth and soap, carefully washing his back, shoulders, and chest, her hands tracing the new contours of his physique.

"You really have changed, Akira-kun," she said in awe as she massaged his muscular back. "You must be lifting some heavy weights in the gym."

She rinsed the soap, then turned to face him, stepping close so the warm water cascaded over both of them. She looked up, running a hand over his freshly cut hair.

"And the haircut. It suits you. It makes your eyes look so much stronger. You don't look like a boy anymore. You look like a man who knows what he wants."

"I do know what I want," Akira confirmed, pulling her into a slow, soaking embrace. "And I have it."

The moment was perfect… a quiet, intimate validation of his dominance and her devotion. He let her finish rinsing him, then stepped out onto the bathmat.

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Akira quickly towel off and returned to the bedroom, pulling on one of the new clothes he'd bought earlier: a dark, athletic shirt and tailored jeans that perfectly showcased his new physique.

Mei stood in the doorway, wrapped back in her silk robe, watching him get dressed.

"You really look handsome, Akira-kun," she murmured, her eyes softening with pleasure. "Like a prince, but... stronger. I'm going to have to get you some more clothes, something custom-made."

"We'll see," Akira said, retrieving his gym bag and the shopping bags from the floor. He paused at the door.

Mei walked toward him, straightening the collar of his new shirt. She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed him chastely.

"Same time tomorrow, Akira-kun," she stated. "And bring your appetite. I'll be waiting."

"I'll be here," Akira promised, giving her shoulder a firm squeeze.

He stepped out of the apartment, pulling the door closed behind him, leaving Mei standing there, flushed in her silk robe.

[MEI AFFINITY +5 → 70] [BONUS PP ACQUIRED: +50]

[2395 PP → 2445 PP]

[WARNING: ESSENCE SIGNATURE INTENSIFIED]

Akira took a deep, steadying breath, adjusting the strap of his gym bag. He felt completely cleansed, but the energy humming beneath his skin was undeniable.

He took two steps down the hallway toward the elevator when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out.

It was a text from Ayaka: We need to talk. Meet me on the roof in 10.

"I'm guessing she picked up on something while we were busy sliding in and out of a MILF warm, wet, fleshy tunnel. We need to move."

Akira quickly typed a reply to Ayaka: On my way.

He pocketed the phone, intent on getting to the roof as fast as possible, but as he reached the corner leading to their apartment, he nearly walked straight into Mia.

She was standing there, holding a plastic bag of groceries. She looked like she was trying hard to stay calm. Her eyes, which were usually bright, were narrowed into suspicious slits. It was clear she had been waiting.

She stared pointedly at the door to Mei's apartment, then back at Akira, taking in his fresh haircut and the new, sharp clothes, which were a total contrast to his usual dressing.

"What were you doing in there?" Mia asked.

"Mia?"

"Akira-kun? I said, What the hell were you doing coming out of my aunt's apartment?"

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