Word travels far when a village full of glowing, satisfied women starts posting subtle photos on the local LINE group.
Aiko's shrine Instagram (quietly managed by the twins) had one too many shots of Sayuri laughing in a sun-drenched field, belly rounded with baby number two, Mika's strong arm around her waist, both of them flushed in a way that had nothing to do with farm work.
Someone in Kenji's Tokyo office saw it.
Someone else recognized the "frumpy ex-clerk wife" who used to wear baggy uniforms and now looked like a fertility goddess.
Kenji Yamada, fifty-two, balding, still pretending he was a big-shot convenience-store chain heir, heard the rumors over sake with clients.
His ex-wife.
Living in some backwater village.
Fucking a young farmer.
Pregnant again.
And apparently the happiest woman in Japan.
He laughed it off at first.
Then the photos reached him.
Sayuri in a thin white tank top, no bra, heavy J-cups straining the fabric, smiling like she'd never been happier.
Mika beside her, sun-browned and powerful, kissing Sayuri's cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Kenji's ego cracked.
He decided to "check on her."
Brought his current mistress, Rina — twenty-five, fake tits, designer dress, the kind of girl who called him "Daddy" in bed and thought it was cute.
They arrived on a Saturday afternoon in Kenji's leased Mercedes, dust kicking up behind them as they pulled into the farmhouse yard.
Sayuri was on the engawa feeding Haru rice porridge.
Kai and Mika were in the barn, stacking the last of the harvest.
Kenji stepped out first, suit jacket slung over one shoulder like he was still important.
"Sayuri," he called, voice dripping fake concern. "I heard you were… struggling out here. Thought I'd see if you needed anything. Money. A real roof over your head. You know, before you get too old to bounce back."
Rina hung on his arm, smirking, eyes flicking over Sayuri's pregnant belly with open disdain.
Sayuri didn't even stand up.
She just smiled — slow, radiant, the smile of a woman who had been reborn.
"Kenji," she said sweetly. "You look tired. City life not treating you well?"
Before he could answer, Kai and Mika emerged from the barn.
Kai shirtless, sweat glistening on every muscle, jeans riding low enough to show the deep V that made Rina's eyes widen.
Mika in her usual cut-off overalls, top two buttons undone, heavy breasts barely contained, strong arms flexing as she wiped her hands on a rag.
Kenji's smirk faltered.
"You're… the farmer?" he asked, voice thinner than he wanted.
Kai just nodded once, stepped up behind Sayuri, and rested a possessive hand on her swollen belly.
"Nice to meet you," he said calmly. "Heard a lot about you."
Mika folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them higher, and stared Kenji down like he was an insect in her field.
Kenji tried to recover.
"Look, Sayuri, this is ridiculous. You're forty-two, pregnant again by some kid, living like a peasant. Come back to Tokyo. I'll even take you back — discreetly. Rina won't mind sharing."
Rina giggled nervously.
Sayuri laughed — bright, genuine, unstoppable.
"Sharing?" she echoed. "Kenji, you never even knew how to make me come. You lasted three minutes on our honeymoon and thought that was enough for twenty-two years."
Mika stepped forward, voice low and dangerous.
"She doesn't need your pity. She has everything she wants right here."
Kenji's face flushed. He grabbed Rina's hand and started dragging her back toward the car.
"Fine. Rot out here with your little harem. I'm done."
He stormed toward the barn path instead of the car — shortcut to the road, he thought.
He never made it.
The heavy barn doors were half-open.
Inside, the afternoon light slanted through the gaps in the roof, dust motes dancing like gold.
And there they were.
Sayuri, Mika, and Kai.
They hadn't even noticed him.
Sayuri was bent over a stack of rice bales, skirt hiked up, pregnant belly resting comfortably on the soft straw.
Kai was behind her, jeans around his ankles, thick nine-inch cock sliding slow and deep into her soaked pussy with wet, filthy sounds.
Mika knelt beside them, one hand between Sayuri's thighs rubbing her swollen clit, the other pinching her own nipple as she kissed Sayuri's neck.
"Fuck, Kai… right there," Sayuri moaned, voice husky and wrecked. "Fill me up again. Show me how a real man breeds his woman."
Mika growled against her ear, "That's it, baby. Let him ruin that pretty pussy. I want to taste you both when he's done."
Kenji stood frozen in the doorway, briefcase dropping from numb fingers.
He had never seen anything like it.
Kai's cock was glistening with Sayuri's cream, stretching her so wide her lips clung to every vein on the outstroke.
Sayuri's massive breasts swung heavily with every thrust, milk already beading at the tips from the pregnancy.
Mika's powerful body was flushed dark, thighs slick, clearly having already come once or twice herself.
Kenji's own dick twitched pathetically in his slacks — half-hard for the first time in months — and he realized with crushing clarity that he had never, ever made Sayuri sound like that.
Not once in twenty-two years.
Sayuri looked up, eyes glassy with pleasure, and saw him.
Instead of shame, she smiled.
"Watch, Kenji," she gasped between thrusts. "Watch what you never could do."
Kai didn't stop.
He gripped Sayuri's hips tighter and fucked her harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin echoing through the barn.
Mika turned her head, looked Kenji dead in the eye, and licked her lips.
"Want a closer look?" she asked, voice dripping honey and venom. "Or are you finally leaving?"
Kenji stumbled backward, face burning, cock softening instantly in his pants.
Rina was already at the car, wide-eyed and silent.
He didn't say another word.
Just got in, started the engine, and drove away for the last time.
Inside the barn, the three of them didn't even pause.
Sayuri came hard with a broken cry, pussy gushing around Kai's cock, milking him until he roared and flooded her with thick, endless ropes of cum.
Mika dropped to her knees the second he pulled out, licking them both clean like a woman starved, moaning at the taste of their mixed release.
When they finally collapsed together in the hay, sweaty, sticky, laughing, Sayuri looked up at the open barn doors and whispered:
"He's really gone."
Kai kissed her temple.
"He was never here."
Mika pulled them both close, strong arms wrapping around her growing family.
"And we're never going back."
Outside, the dust from Kenji's car settled on the road.
Inside, three hearts beat in perfect sync.
The revenge wasn't loud.
It was quiet.
It was permanent.
It was the sweetest harvest of all.
To be continued…