Mrs. Haruhi and her husband, Kinin, weren't newlyweds, but they were a young couple, both under thirty, and childless...
Such an ardently passionate couple shouldn't have been troubled by outside interference, yet trouble came because of Alex... No, thinking about the times with Mrs. Natsumi, it was acceptable, but this time was clearly caused by the appearance of Gozo Kuraso.
What does that have to do with me? If it weren't for that disgusting man, why would Mrs. Haruhi become so reliant on the young Alex next door? Therefore, it's still that fat pig's fault.
Perhaps the moment he set his eyes on his subordinate's wife, Mrs. Haruhi was already doomed to this situation. Had Alex not appeared, the young wife was destined to be preyed upon by that man...
But unfortunately for Gozo Kuraso, she met Alex.
Inside this small house, a sanctuary of young married love, the beautiful young wife was now caught up in a passionate entanglement with her neighbor in the kitchen, their cheeks almost touching. In this light, Alex was no different from Gozo Kuraso.
No, the difference was that Alex wasn't just after her body; he also wanted to steal her heart... Now, he watched Mrs. Haruhi's slender fingers tremble as she rinsed ingredients, unable to find peace in the embrace of the boy behind her. The sexually charged atmosphere permeated the air, and the beautiful wife's face was flushed pink by Alex's close breath.
Mrs. Haruhi was indeed very nervous.
She wanted to resist Alex's intimate contact, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The memory of the young man confronting Gozo Kuraso was vivid, and the words he had just spoken still echoed in her ears, providing a sense of security that hadn't yet faded.
In short, it was complicated.
Being held and pressed against him like this, tangled up, was a way of burying her head in the sand...
However, Alex's scent was pleasant, he was handsome, and he showed no fear toward Gozo Kuraso. No wonder he was popular and so many girls liked him... Eeek, what am I thinking?
Haruhi, Haruhi, you are married, how can you...?
"Eh?"
While she was caught in her internal struggle, she noticed the hand wrapped around her waist slowly moving upward, caressing her sensitive body, inching toward her private parts. Mrs. Haruhi was startled.
"N-no, stop..."
"Mrs. Haruhi, you smell so lovely~" Alex chuckled, seeing the beautiful wife sinking deeper into his embrace. He blew a soft puff of air onto her fair neck, which visibly stained with crimson.
"Alex..." Mrs. Haruhi bit her lower lip, her voice a faint whisper.
"It's all your fault, Mrs. Haruhi. You're so tempting that I can't control myself..." Alex buried his head in her hair, inhaling her body's natural fragrance. He gently rubbed his nose against her earlobe and neck. Each friction caused the body in his arms to tremble.
"Alex, suddenly saying things like that..." He's too cunning. Unable to bear the assault, Mrs. Haruhi braced herself against the countertop, trying desperately to stand steady. But the emotional shock was wave after wave; the agonizing, titillating feeling made her shake.
Moreover... she felt it. That burning heat behind her, pressed against her firm bottom, causing her to panic.
"It's the truth. Mrs. Haruhi's charm is making me lose control more and more," Alex held her tighter, his arms tightly clamping her slender waist, pressing closely against her back. He buried his face in her neck, rubbing his nose and breathing in her intoxicating feminine scent.
"Can I touch them, please?" That hand lingered beneath the wife's delicate breasts, reluctant to move away, wanting to reach those intimate, shy parts. Although the wife's curves were not as exaggerated as Makoto Himegi's or Tomomi Sakurazawa's, they were comparable in size to Chi's or Mrs. Natsumi's—roughly a D or E-cup. They proudly stood erect, wrapped by her apron and shirt, and jiggled with the slightest tremor of the wife's body.
"N-no, Alex, you mustn't..."
"Mrs. Haruhi~"
This time, Alex pressed his cheek against her ear and face. Such close skin contact, this intimate rubbing, lowered the young wife's mental defenses once again. Shy, nervous, and conflicted, she wanted to pull away but had to admit he was stirring her emotions...
She grabbed Alex's mischievous hand, her voice trembling, utterly unsettled. "Alex, you said you wouldn't make me sad or upset, so why are you still...?"
"Are you sad right now, Mrs. Haruhi?" Alex narrowed his eyes, feeling the wife's soft, smooth, flawless skin pressed against his face. He noticed the wife's lip-biting, recognizing her inner turmoil.
Although his offending hand was caught, Alex deliberately didn't pull away. Instead, he extended his pinky finger and lightly tickled her chest, seemingly scratching at her deepest desires.
"Besides, I am asking for your permission, aren't I?" Noticing Mrs. Haruhi's breathing growing rapid, Alex, in a mischievous act, poked out his tongue and lightly licked her neck.
"Ugh~"
As expected, the wife shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Good wife, lovely lady, let me touch them, please~ Just a little bit, okay~"
Hearing the boy's gentle plea behind her, feeling the strength of his embrace, and the sensation of his tongue against her neck, Mrs. Haruhi's chest rose and fell rapidly. She slowly closed her eyes.
Oh, this rascal...
Though she said nothing, the grip on Alex's hand slackened, seemingly signaling surrender. Had Mrs. Haruhi acquiesced?
Alex blinked, glancing at the wife who had released his hand. He then climbed to his summit, and her firm, soft, bouncy breasts fell completely into his palm. Mrs. Haruhi's eyelashes fluttered. She didn't dare to open her eyes, but she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"Mmh—"
A fiery blush spread across her cheeks, which were so red they looked like they might burst. Alex could even hear the frantic beat of her heart. The private mounds changed shape in the boy's hand—he squeezed, rubbed, kneaded, and tugged. Even through her clothes, this brought Mrs. Haruhi an intense sensory experience.
"Ugh~ B-be gentle..."
To be touched in this place by someone other than her husband—it shouldn't be happening. She should refuse him. Why...?
"Did I hurt you?" Alex squeezed and rubbed, seemingly unable to get enough. His five fingers dug into the soft flesh, his movements rough yet laced with a hint of tenderness. "I'll be gentle~"
"..."
Mrs. Haruhi dared not speak, because she was starting to feel aroused.
"Mrs. Haruhi, does it feel good? Do you like it?" he whispered, biting her ear.
"..."
Mrs. Haruhi still couldn't speak, suppressing her sounds.
"Ignoring me? That's naughty, dear wife~" Alex gently pinched the already hardened part of her breast. "In that case, I won't hold back—"
Taking advantage of the moment her sensitive area was being stimulated, Alex lunged forward, precisely capturing her vibrant red lips.
Her scent was intoxicating~
"Ooh?"
"A-Alex... mmh... h-how could... kiss, ugh... no..."
Her lips were stolen. The intense, passionate kiss made the married wife's eyes widen.
How could he, how could he do this.
Alex...
His tongue slipped in.
Mrs. Haruhi sighed internally. In the end, she couldn't reject his invasion. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl and dance inside hers.
Dizzy from the kiss, her small, lilac-colored tongue instinctively met his...
"Kiss, uhm, peck... mmh... pant... ugh..."
Mrs. Haruhi was no longer able to resist him.