As Shinju's fingers delved deeper into the slick warmth of her pussy, her body arched off the bed.
The oversized white shirt she had on had ridden up her body to expose her trembling thighs. The fabric, still faintly scented with Yasuo's cologne and the faint tang of their shared sweat from that once-regretful day, pressed against her nose.
She inhaled deeply, each breath fueling the fire that was building inside of her.
The fire was already strong but every second that passed, it was getting stoked and growing.
"Ahhn~ Ughn~" she moaned.
Her mind was replaying every vivid detail of the memory she had desperately been trying to suppress whenever she was with her boyfriend.
Memories she no longer cared to hide.
Yasuo's thick cock… it was stretching her open. It was her first time and yet, he had no regard for her feelings. The way that it pulsed and throbbed inside of her as he pumped it back and forth in her soaking wet flower, the unrelenting force — even just thinking about it now made her gasp and writhe.
"Otsuka… Yasuo, oh… oh god. Ahgn~!"
Her voice was echoing in the quiet room, her fingers curled up inside herself. She was trying her hardest to mimic the way that he filled her up so completely but it was hard.
Her fingers were nothing compared to his little sword. Even if she joined all five together, it still held no weight compared to the real thing.
As she continued playing with herself, the pressure was starting to build up. Little by little, the water inside the balloon was ready to pop.
Her clit was beginning to swell under the rough pad of her thumb as she circled it over and over.
The wet sounds of her arousal were growing louder and it was mixed in with her ragged breathing.
"Harder. Harder~ Umph~"
Her hips bucked involuntarily as she was chasing the release of the pressure that was hovering just out of reach from her.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of betrayal but also, a desire that was great and primal.
Eyes closed, she could see in her mind Hitoshi's face; it was contorted with guilt from the classroom and he was apologizing to her for the mistake. It was a lapse of judgement and she was the only one he loved.
But her imagination, an event that never occurred, the only thing it served was to stoke the embers of her own defiance even further.
She was turning her pain into a thrill.
"Hitoshi, my lover boy, this is what you made me do," she murmured through gritted teeth.
Her body was shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her vaginal walls were clenching around her fingers in rhythmic spasms.
The orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her back arching sharply as she cried out, "Yeessss~!"
Her face was flushed red and her lips were parted, with aroused saliva dripping from them.
For a fleeting moment, the world around her narrowed and the only thing that existed was the pulsing heat between her legs, the slickness of her juices that coated her hand, and this raw and aching emptiness that followed shortly after.
It was a reminder that no matter how vividly she relived that encounter with Yasuo, it couldn't erase the hollowness that Hitoshi had left behind in her when he cheated.
But a little bit was filled.
Just one percent.
And that was more than enough to tell her that the solution wasn't to confront him and resolve the issues with communication.
No. That put herself at risk of even greater heartbreak.
She concluded that if once wasn't enough, she just had to do it enough times to fill the void.
As her breathing slowed, she lay there, spent and sticky.
Staring up at the ceiling, a twisted smile played on her lips as she wondered how long it would take for her to get over Hitoshi.
Her initial estimate was decades, but that was before discovering his infidelity.
Now, her estimate had a small number. A much much smaller number.
Shinju sat up slowly, the white shirt clinging to her damp skin and revealing all the sexy curves that highlighted her body. The same curves that the original Yasuo had desired, including her large breasts.
As she was wiping the remnants of the pleasure she had given herself dripping down her thighs, her bandaged hands were trembling slightly.
The room felt heavier now while also feeling a little lighter.
The air was thick with the scent of her release but also the metallic tint of the blood.
The walls around her had heard and consumed her moans.
Her neighbors had heard her scream earlier, so they must've also heard her moaning that day with Yasuo.
She wondered why none of them spoke up then.
Glancing at her phone on the nightstand, the screen was dark and silent. Not one message had come from Hitoshi the entire time. The truth is that he was still discussing what was wrong with his girlfriend but to that same girl, the silence was just a sign that the two of them were doing the deed and he was so distracted that he didn't have the time to text her.
"I hope you're enjoying the body of that whore I used to call a friend. If we're both playing games," she said aloud, her voice was steady even though there was a hurricane inside, "then I'll make sure that I come out on top. Let's play games, boyfriend."
With that, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed.
As she stood, her mind was already racing ahead of what was to come next for her.
Perhaps a visit to Yasuo's penthouse, or something even bolder.
She had a way to find his number. Her boyfriend had Yasuo's number saved on his phone from back when Yasuo was bullying him and would demand that he meet him anyplace at any time.
"Should I send a video of myself to him?" she pondered, and the thought sent a fresh shiver through her.
Her nipples hardened against the shirt just at the thought alone.
"Shall I go for round two?" she asked herself, her fingers already making their way downwards.