Under the moonlight, the bright light illuminated the wall clock, and the hands indicated that it was already midnight.
The night was quiet, with the wind gusting through the apartment building. Most of the lights in the building were off, and the Kimura household was no exception.
In the bedroom, a fluffy white blanket quivered gently.
'How embarrassing!!!'
Even though an hour had passed, Kimura Yumiko still hadn't managed to shake off the overwhelming embarrassment from the previous night.
Despite it being night, the heat accumulated during the day had yet to dissipate,
Moreover, Kimura Yumiko was trapped under the blanket, drenched in perspiration that clung to her thin clothing, hugging her tender, smooth skin, rendering her enticing curves visible, yet unfortunately, there was no one to admire this beautiful sight.
The humid, oppressive air inside the blanket circulated over her glistening beads of sweat, but compared to the intense heat radiating from her body, the warmth within the blanket felt like nothing significant.
Nibbling on her slightly swollen red lips, just the slightest touch sent a tingling sensation coursing through Kimura Yumiko, leaving her a bit intoxicated. The memory of her passionate kiss with Yoshito Ito flooded her mind...
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, resembling a ripe autumn apple, her gaze hazy with a soft allure. Unable to help herself, she let out a soft moan, "Mmm"
Reaching out with her delicate hand, she tried to remove the wedding ring from her finger, but her efforts were in vain. She glanced at the nightstand.
A glimmering silver ring lay quietly on top of a covered picture frame—a wedding photo of Kimura Yumiko and her husband, Kimura Takayuki.
It suddenly struck Kimura Yumiko that she hadn't worn her wedding ring for several days, and the wedding photo had remained covered on the nightstand...
Gently biting her lip, a pang of guilt washed over her, but thinking about how long it had been since her husband had come home...
With a graceful twist of her long arms, she wrapped herself back under the blanket, restoring the silence in the bedroom.
However, now and then, soft, muffled moans seemed to escape, so faint that it was hard to tell if they were real or just her imagination.
"Mmm Yoshito-kun"
'It's all your fault, Taka-kun...'
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The next morning, the dawn gradually faded, making way for a clear and bright blue sky. The sun had fully risen, casting warm golden rays.
In the distance, the branches of the green willows danced gently in the soft breeze.
"Phew—thank goodness today is a sunny day!"
Standing on the balcony and feeling the warm sunlight envelop her, Kimura Yumiko let out a sigh of relief.
Last night, she had been so excited that she had exhausted herself, falling asleep without even taking a shower. Upon waking, she found the sheets soaked with sweat, giving off a foul smell—at least it smelled that way to her.
"These sheets can dry quickly in the sun."
She brushed her damp hair back from her ears and stretched her graceful figure, her ample curves displaying an inviting silhouette under the pull of gravity.
At that moment, Kimura Yumiko had just stepped out of a hot shower and changed into a brand new dress.
Occasionally, droplets of water slid languidly down her velvety smooth skin, making her resemble a fairy stepping down from the clouds—elegant and fresh, yet that devilish allure permeated her figure, lending her mighty charm.
Under the sunlight, this captivating woman, embodying both purity and sensuality, exuded an irresistible magnetism that drew some unwanted gazes.
"I'll go get the sheets to wash now."
Wearing a pleasant smile at the corners of her mouth, Kimura Yumiko stepped lightly back into the bedroom.
"Hmm hmm hmm"
"Tick tock"
As the clock on the wall ticked onward, it emitted a clear sound in sync with the little tune Kimura Yumiko hummed, creating a relaxed melody.
On the pristine white bedspread, a mark resembling that of a beautiful serpent was starkly visible in the center.
Kimura Yumiko bent down to untie the knot of the sheets on the bed.
"It's trapped under the blanket."
As she unfastened the last knot, located at the bottom left corner, she realized that a string was pinned beneath the bed.
Crawling gently on the floor, she peeked into the gap under the bed, trying to find the right angle to pull the string out.
"Hmm? What is this?"
In the dim gap, Kimura Yumiko felt around and grasped the string along with a neat stack of books.
"So many books! Is this Taka-kun's collection?"
Grabbing one, Kimura Yumiko pulled it out along with the string.
Brushing off the cover, she found herself momentarily dumbfounded, her cheeks flushing faintly.
On the cover was an alluring lady clad in revealing attire, striking a seductive pose.
Next to her was an elegantly printed title: "妻に黙って即売会に行くんじゃなかった" (I Shouldn't Have Gone to the Instant Sale Without Telling My Wife).
"This title... it's an erotic publication..."
"Such a surprise, I thought Taka-kun was a man with lower desires... but, well, he is a man after all. But..."
Kimura Yumiko's expression darkened slightly. 'Has he grown tired of me... or found another woman... No, stop overthinking it!'
Shaking her head, she tried to erase the negative thoughts springing up in her mind and refocused on the erotic publication in her hand.
'I'm a bit curious about what kind of genres Taka-kun likes to read.'
Rubbing her flushed cheeks, filled with curiosity, Kimura Yumiko opened the first page, her heartbeat suddenly quickening.
"Chapter One: The Wife Who Is Forced…"
...
"Are the contents of these erotic publications always this stimulating? And they all involve non-consensual themes..."
Murmuring to herself, Kimura Yumiko's eyes shimmered with emotion, struggling to calm her racing heart.
But the overwhelming tide of emotion was beyond her control. She closed her eyes, attempting to steady her mind.
Yet...
Last night, it felt as though Yoshito Ito's heated breaths echoed in her ears.
His muscular arms, towering physique, and hard muscles...
'I also want to experience being treated passionately...'
'But Taka-kun, could it be he is with another woman right now... leaving me alone at home, just like in the publication...'
As ripples of emotion surged within her, Kimura Yumiko secretly sowed a seed of doubt about her husband.
Pushing against the floor, she straightened her bent legs to stand up. Kimura Yumiko brushed against her soft lips and then slid her hand down to her ample chest, feeling her heart thumping wildly within.
With her blurry eyes growing misty, she laid the untangled sheets gently on the bed, and Kimura Yumiko slowly approached the window, softly pulling the curtains closed...
"Mmm!"
"Yoshito-kun..."
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