DSVR-01478 【VR】 The Subordinate I Like The Most Is My Masturbator. Hikaru Miyanishi, An Unfaithful Mistress Who Only Love Your Sticky Sex

Synopsis:

In the curious town of Hanamachi, settled in the midst of the moving slopes of the open country, there existed a romantic tale as delicate and persevering as the cherry blooms that blossomed each spring — a story of two spirits bound together by a bond that rose above reality. Their names were Miyanishi Hikaru and Kazuki, and theirs was an adoration that exceeded all logical limitations.

Hikaru was a dream of excellence and effortlessness, her delicate disposition and comforting grin enrapturing all who crossed her way. From the second Kazuki previously looked at her, he realize that she was somebody unique — an uncommon and valuable pearl that still up in the air to treasure forever.

Also, appreciate her he did, with each fiber of his being. From heartfelt picnics by the stream to twilight walks around the cherry bloom plantations, Kazuki pulled out all the stops in giving Hikaru love and warmth, his heart spilling over with reverence for the one who had won his love.

In any case, maybe what genuinely put Hikaru aside was her unflinching commitment to Kazuki's prosperity, her readiness to do an amazing job to guarantee that he was blissful and satisfied in each part of his life. From setting up his #1 dinners to keeping an eye on all his necessities with care and sympathy, she was the exemplification of the ideal accomplice, consistently there to help him through the high points and low points of life.

It was a normal day in the town of Hanamachi when Kazuki discovered himself feeling overpowered by the tensions of work and life, his feelings of anxiety arriving at an unequaled high. As he sat alone in his condo, the heaviness of the world pushing down on his shoulders, he yearned in vain more than the solace and comfort of Hikaru's hug.

What's more, similarly as he was going to yield to surrender, there was a delicate thump on the entryway, and Hikaru ventured into the room, her presence like a beam of daylight on a shady day. With a delicate grin, she crossed the room and clasped Kazuki's hand with hers, her touch sending influxes of warmth and solace flowing through his veins.

"Kazuki, my affection, I could detect that you were feeling grieved," she said delicately, her voice loaded up with concern. "If it's not too much trouble, let me deal with you."

With tears in his eyes, Kazuki gestured thankfully, his heart expanding with affection and appreciation for the one who had forever been his stone in the midst of hardship. What's more, as Hikaru set to work setting up a mitigating cup of tea and a warm dinner, he couldn't resist the opportunity to wonder about the profundity of her affection and dedication, an adoration that exceeded all logical limitations.

As the night wore on and the burdens of the day started to disappear, Kazuki wound up enclosed by Hikaru's caring hug, his concerns dissolving endlessly in the glow of her arms. Also, as they sat together in the calm solace of their home, he realize that he was precisely where he was intended to be — in the caring arms of the one who had won his love and recuperated his spirit.

From that day forward, Kazuki and Hikaru kept on exploring the ups and downs of coexistence, their affection developing further as time passes. Whether they were chuckling and kidding together or sharing snapshots of calm reflection, they realize that they could continuously depend on one another to be there through various challenges.

Furthermore, as they strolled connected at the hip through the cherry bloom plantations, the delicate petals whirling around them like confetti, Kazuki realize that he was the most fortunate man on earth to have tracked down such a committed and caring accomplice in Hikaru. For in her caring hug, he had tracked down his home, his asylum, and his shelter of affection./