In the kitchen, isolated and occupied by only a man and a woman, the young, married wife was engaged in a stimulating, passionate kiss with the sunny boy from next door.
From the slight struggle at the very beginning, to the eventual half-hearted acceptance, to the silent acquiescence midway through, and finally, to gradually starting to reciprocate... Mrs. Haruhi was responding to the flirtatious acts of a man who was not her husband.
She responded to his tongue, his deep kiss, and his wicked hand that lingered on her chest...
The beautiful wife's marital infidelity unfolded in this scene, bringing with it a forbidden thrill.
"Mmh—"
Her tongue was forcefully sucked, the gentle yet dominant act leaving Mrs. Haruhi's mind dizzy. The mischievous hand on her chest suddenly slipped beneath her clothes. The buttons of her shirt were undone, and the hand beneath her apron caused her clothing to swell.
While the beautiful wife was intoxicated and lost in the moment, that hand easily made contact with her soft, warm skin and pressed tightly against her firm, bouncy breasts, beginning its wanton violation.
"Ugh..."
Mrs. Haruhi finally regained a sliver of awareness. The sensation of his bare palm inside her shirt was far more intense than through clothes, startling her heart. But... the pleasure from the tongue suckling in her mouth and the kneading of her breasts made it impossible for her to refuse.
Her body was hot and feverish.
Below, she was already soaking wet...
"Alex..."
It was unclear how much time passed before Alex finally released the wife, who had turned into a puddle of soft clay. Under Alex's skilled manipulation, Haruhi was utterly spent; if he weren't supporting her, her weak legs would have surely given way, sliding her to the floor.
"My wife, you're truly beautiful~" Alex said, leaving a kiss mark on her neck with a laugh.
"W-well," Alex's words were too... straightforward. Although she was happy to be complimented, Mrs. Haruhi finally recovered some strength. "Alright, I—I still need to cook dinner... Alex~"
"I look forward to your cooking~"
Alex let her go.
He didn't delve deeper, nor did he cross the final line with Mrs. Haruhi. Though the beautiful wife hadn't resisted him today, actually engaging in making love wouldn't be so easy.
Not without using his ability, that is.
Alex maintained a delicate, ambiguous distance during lunch, occasionally teasing the conflicted and melancholic Mrs. Haruhi, making her cheeks turn crimson before he finally said goodbye and left.
Standing in the entryway, Mrs. Haruhi waved goodbye as she watched the boy leave. She closed the door, looking at the empty house, her heart filled with helplessness and loneliness.
Though she knew such thoughts were wrong, still... recalling Alex's scent and the marks he'd left on her body, Mrs. Haruhi lost control of herself.
"Cheating on Kinin with another man... I really am a bad woman."
Yet, even knowing it was wrong, after Alex left, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness and emptiness. Mrs. Haruhi couldn't resist...
She found today's events somewhat surreal.
"But at least Alex and I only kissed... and he touched my body," the wife walked back to the living room and slumped onto the single armchair, lost in thought. "We didn't cross the final line, so... it's probably okay."
She had half-expected him to forcefully take her... She was surprised he actually left, confirming that Alex was different from that man, Gozo Kuraso.
But...
"Huff... huff..."
The young wife on the sofa suddenly began to pant, her right hand uncontrollably reaching into her pants, slipping into her already soaked panties. Her voluptuous thighs trembled and squeezed together...
"Oh—"
In the quiet, empty living room, soft gasps and moans gradually echoed.
That same evening, in the dark bedroom, Mrs. Haruhi lay alone on the soft, large bed. The thin blanket outlined the perfect shape of her body, with its pronounced curves.
The sleeping, sensual wife seemed to be dreaming, emitting strange 'mmh-mmh-aah-aah' sounds. It didn't sound like a nightmare; it sounded more like a wet dream.
Her smooth, long legs were intertwined, showing clear signs of friction, the bedsheet soaked...
Mrs. Haruhi was indeed having a wet dream. In her dream, she was wearing sexy, daring lingerie, deliberately showing off her seductive poses in front of the man, fluttering her eyelashes and posturing seductively.
She was awaiting his adoration.
As expected, the moment the man lunged at her, the deer in Mrs. Haruhi's chest began to stampede.
"Kinin..."
But when he lunged forward, she was shocked to discover that the man was not her husband, but a familiar yet youthful face.
"Alex?!"
"Oh, no, stop, Alex... we can't, Ah—"
Why is it Alex? Why is it him? The dizzy Mrs. Haruhi didn't have time to ponder these complex questions. She seemed to be following her instincts, responding to the boy's caresses.
Pushed to the ground and violated by him, Mrs. Haruhi didn't resist or struggle, indulging in the pleasure until he leaned over her, slowly entering her body...
"Ah—Alex~"
Mrs. Haruhi's body on the bed gave a violent shudder. A hot current gathered in her lower abdomen, then surged out... At that moment, it felt as though she had ascended to heaven.
"Alex~~~"
At the same time, in another bedroom, a similar cry rang out. Compared to Mrs. Haruhi's bedroom, this room was decorated in a more youthful, exquisite style, with a school bag and phone on the desk, and pink curtains swaying in the wind.
Most importantly, the girl sleeping in the bed, Tomomi Sakurazawa, was lying on her side, hugging a pillow. Her exquisite, gorgeous face was buried in the pillow. Her massive, full breasts, pressed together by her side-sleep, were staggeringly large!
The cleavage was bottomless.
Her terrifying chest volume threatened to spill out; her pajamas couldn't contain them, exposing large areas of white, delicate skin. Her pure-yet-seductive face was flushed red, and her red lips were slightly parted.
The murmured sounds were hers.
The pink-haired girl named Tomomi Sakurazawa, whose figure rivaled Makoto Himegi's, was deeply immersed in a wet dream, unable to break free. Soon, like Mrs. Haruhi, Tomomi Sakurazawa gave another unconscious murmur, and her body suddenly tensed.
Squirt~
Squirt~
The special squirting of a young girl soaked a large area of her cute white panties.
In the early morning—
The moment Tomomi Sakurazawa groggily opened her eyes, she felt uncomfortable down below—she was wet...
"Eh? Wha—what?"
"I, I last night..."
The situation wasn't hard to understand. The pink-haired girl looked at the stain that had soaked the bedsheet, feeling the sticky moisture on her legs. Recalling the somewhat blurred dream from last night, her eyes involuntarily widened.
"Oh—I, I actually had that kind of dream..."
Although the specific details of the dream were hazy, she still remembered the scene of herself and that boy intimately entangled, the image of him thoroughly exhausting her, which led to her current state...
"But why was it Alex?" Tomomi Sakurazawa covered her face with both hands, the muffled sounds of shame echoing even though she was alone in the room. "Is it because I asked Alex for help last time...?"
Speaking of which, today was Monday, the day she should go to school.
Will she run into Alex?
"Ugh, I need to hurry and take a shower and change clothes..."