Misa Wife

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Now a wife, Misa has shed her girlish naiveté, exuding the charm of a mature woman. Especially considering Misa's privileged upbringing and the influence of music and dance during her youth, her noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament) is imbued with intellectual beauty.
Ironically, however, contrary to her elegant demeanor, Misa possesses an extremely sexy and alluring body. Her slender waist, honed by dance training, seems fragile and could be easily broken, while her upper and lower body is exaggeratedly full. Her snow-white breasts are round and full; during her school days, Misa even felt inferior about her large breasts.
Of course, now, as a beautiful married woman, she is proud of them. Her deeply undulating breasts, thanks to Misa's deliberate care, remain firm and show no signs of sagging. Her nipples, rarely touched by her husband, are even still pink.
Her rear is incredibly full, so when the petite Misa buys clothes, even if the size fits, her beautiful buttocks are always mercilessly compressed. But it wasn't bloated or obese; rather, it was a work of art composed of curves like dancing musical notes and rich, vibrant colors.
Misa was petite, yet her proportions were perfect. Her long legs made her appear even taller, though Misa often thought that dance had given her legs some firm muscle, making them look a little thick.
Because of her personality, Misa dressed conservatively, like a miser stingily hiding her sensuality. She was ashamed to wear anything revealing, let alone anything provocative.
Unlike gaudy, colorful flowers that tempt one to pluck them, this intelligent and kind-hearted beauty was someone one dared not touch, for fear of harming her flawless delicacy, like a pure lily. Now, the lily in full bloom received no nourishment from the sun or water from the dew, its delicate flower waiting to wither alone in a dark corner, evoking pity.
Doing her routine as a housewife, Misa picked up the clean clothes and went to the yard. She slowly hung the white garments on the clothesline; the air was filled with the scent of laundry detergent, and the warm sunshine made her feel lazy.
Passing the pharmacy, she was met with a bustling crowd of housewives jostling in front of the store, their energetic chatter seemingly audible even to the next street.
"Nakamura Vegetable Store," the blue cloth sign fluttered in the wind. Amidst the cacophony of women's voices, a deep, husky male voice stood out. Hearing this voice, Misa's steps suddenly slowed, and her delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed.
As if hesitating about something, Misa seemed slightly uneasy.
Finally, having made her decision, Misa bit her lower lip and slowly walked into the shop…
Nakamura, the owner of the Nakamura Vegetable Shop, was nearly 50 years old. He had a shiny bald head, a round face covered with ugly growths, a flat nose like a garlic bulb, and a mouthful of short, grayish-white beard; his appearance could only be described as “ugly.” His sleeves were pulled up to his shoulders, revealing his strong arms. Despite his age, he was in excellent spirits and very strong, a result of years of physically demanding work.
Although Nakamura was unremarkable in appearance, he understood housewives’ shopping needs and their desire for bargains perfectly. A few insincere compliments and seemingly harmless discounts made Nakamura’s vegetable shop very successful; they even offered delivery services.
The busy Nakamura, upon seeing Misa, acted like a vicious dog smelling meat, immediately abandoning the middle-aged housewife beside him and rushing to the beautiful Misa’s side.
"Madam, what do you need? Let me help you."
"No need, I can choose by myself."
Misa replied in a pleasant voice, deliberately ignoring the man beside her, and continued to select vegetables.
Nakamura seemed used to Misa's coldness, standing alone to the side. However, beneath the silence, his lustful gaze didn't rest. Starting from her full breasts, it slowly moved downwards, greedily staring at her white dress, as if trying to see through it. His lewd eyes constantly scanned Misa's body. "Sir, you've been abroad for a long time. Madam must feel very lonely, right?"
Nakamura ignored Misa's indifferent attitude and continued, "These cucumbers are free in our shop. This is a discount only beauties like you can get, hehehe." "
...I...don't understand...what are you saying?"
Although the shop was crowded with customers, Misa felt isolated and helpless. In the large space, she felt as if she were the only one. Like prey coiled by a snake, she trembled all over and couldn't help but scream loudly. In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on her. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she forcefully broke free from Nakamura's clutches and hurriedly fled the vegetable shop.
Slumped on the sofa, Misa barely managed to muster her energy before realizing she'd even left her purse behind…
Slowly walking towards the shopping street, Misa's mood mirrored the gradually darkening sky. Her steps were heavy, and she silently berated herself for her weakness.
A jumble of thoughts churned in her mind, and amidst her hesitation and struggle, the sign for "Nakamura Vegetable Shop" came into view…
"Madam was in such a rush this morning that she even forgot her purse,"
Nakamura said nonchalantly, making no mention of her shameless act that morning, as if nothing had happened.
Misa remained silent. "Please come in. I left your purse in your room."
Though still somewhat hesitant, Misa followed Nakamura into the house behind the shop.
Unlike the cramped shop, the room was quite spacious, but the cluttered furnishings and thick layer of grime made it as filthy as Nakamura himself.
A light brown leather bag hung on the wall. Misa walked over, intending to pick it up, but Nakamura blocked her way with his stout body, his lecherous eyes lingering on her body. "I'm keeping your bag safe for you, madam. You should give me a little reward, shouldn't you?"
Nakamura's shamelessness was unbelievable. In a fit of anger, Misa had the urge to leave immediately.
"Let me kiss you? Just once."
"Slap!"
A crisp slap landed on Nakamura's face. Misa could no longer tolerate Nakamura's shamelessness and reflexively swung her hand back at him.
Misa stared at her right hand in surprise, instantly regretting her rude behavior. She didn't know how long it had been since she had hurt someone. She vaguely remembered it being during her teenage years, arguing with a neighbor's friend, and after hitting her, Misa's mother immediately gave her a severe scolding for her rudeness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Although the woman's weak wrist hadn't caused any real harm, Misa still bowed her head and apologized to Nakamura in a flustered manner.
"It's alright, I'll make it up to you with a kiss, madam."
Nakamura embraced Misa's soft, delicate body, his large mouth covering her tender red lips.
The sudden change, coupled with her guilt, left Misa no time to refuse; she was immediately enveloped in Nakamura's embrace.
It was less a kiss and more a licking or sucking. Nakamura fiercely invaded Misa's mouth with his lips and teeth, his nimble tongue probing between her tightly closed lips, scraping the inside of her mouth, greedily devouring her sweet saliva.
The stench of Nakamura's mouth assaulted her senses. Misa's pure lips were being violated by this man; the filthy, sticky residue from Nakamura's teeth and tongue was shoved into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it down with his rough kisses.
Defiled by this filthy beast, Misa felt as if time had stood still, the torture seemingly endless, tears already welling in her eyes.
"Madam's kiss was so wonderful, even her saliva tastes delicious!"
Nakamura kissed her until he could barely breathe before finally pulling his large mouth away from Misa's lips. Without any hesitation, his excavator immediately unbuttoned her pure white shirt.
"What are you doing?"
Misa cried out, "Didn't we agree... it was just a kiss?"
"Hehehe, Madam's hit was really too painful, so I'll make up for it by touching Madam's breasts."
Beneath the deep blue half-cup bra, a dazzling expanse of white almost blinded Nakamura. His fingers gently caressed the soft cleavage, the remarkable elasticity dancing on his fingertips as he skillfully unhooked the bra.
"No!"
Misa, enduring the tingling sensation from her breasts, pushed against Nakamura's arm in a final act of resistance.
Her rounded breasts eagerly sprang forth, the full orbs seemingly defying gravity, their pink buds proudly blooming. The air was instantly filled with a cloying, milky scent.
"Such beautiful breasts!"
The desire buried deep within him erupted, uncontrollable. Nakamura grasped her entire breast, kneading it roughly, the flawless roundness transforming into various shapes, as if being squeezed dry.
One side was brutal ravaging, the other a skillful manipulation.
His fingers gently caressed her other breast, teasing the small, adorable nipple and rubbing it around the areola. The wonderful elasticity made Nakamura dizzy.
Both her sensitive breasts were being played with by a man at the same time. Although Misa was extremely unwilling, she couldn't help but begin to experience strange sensations. Especially since Nakamura's touch was different from her husband's simple caresses; the combination of rough and gentle techniques created a stimulation that wasn't simply additive. Ignoring her shame, her cute nipples had already hardened, the once soft cherries becoming firm.
Originally, because she was weaker than the man and could only offer symbolic resistance, under the strange fermentation of her body, she felt a wave of weakness and became even more unbearable.
"Hehe, feels good, doesn't it? Your nipples are already erect."
"No!"
"Your body is very honest. I've never seen such lustful breasts."
Nakamura pinched the hard, pebble-like nipple between two fingers and skillfully rotated it. (What's wrong with my body? I'm actually having a pleasurable illusion. Being bullied by this beast must be very painful...)
Against my will, my shy nipples are erecting themselves to meet Nakamura's fingers. My pure body is starting to get aroused. The intense shame makes Misa want to die. Nakamura sees the confusion in Misa's eyes, burying his face in the cleavage and greedily sucking and licking. The breathtaking fullness and the noble wife's fragrance drive Nakamura to bite the breasts recklessly. The breasts, with their elasticity and softness at their peak, sway from side to side. Nakamura's mouth seems glued to the breasts.
"Ahhh!"
Nakamura roared like a beast in heat, quickly pulling down his taut shorts to reveal his engorged penis, and forcefully pushed Misa down onto the tatami mat.
Although she wanted to turn her face away, Misa's eyes were instinctively drawn to Nakamura's lewd member the moment they met. The purplish-red shaft was unimaginably thick, and even its length was terrifying. Compared to Nakamura, her husband's penis was like a child's toy. She had always thought that men's penises were all about the same, but she never imagined there would be such a significant difference.
(How could it be so thick? Even the length is terrifying...)
Nakamura sat on Misa's stomach, his ugly penis slowly sliding into the deep cleavage naturally formed by Misa's perfect breasts. The hot shaft rubbed back and forth, enjoying the lewd service of her breasts, the foul-smelling glans only centimeters away from Misa's face.
"So soft, so bouncy,"
Nakamura groaned ecstatically. "My lady, you often give your husband a blowjob, don't you? Only by being played with so often can you have such wonderful breasts!"
"No, I've never done anything so lewd,"
Nakamura's obscene words were no less lewd than the actual play, and the honest Misa blushed and earnestly denied it. Nakamura stared at Misa and continued thrusting his lower body. Under the impact of pleasure, "plop~ plop," a large amount of foul-smelling male fluid gushed out, splashing in rainbow-like arcs onto Misa's face, her red lips and cheeks covered with shameful white stains.
Nakamura laughed and wiped the last few drops of fluid from his glans onto Misa's red lips.
Watching the goddess bathe in his semen, Nakamura trembled with excitement. The depraved drama of humiliation had only just begun with the man's first ejaculation.
"Become my mistress, madam, and I'll make you feel great,"
Nakamura said earnestly. "Many housewives around here are my women, but none are as beautiful as you."
Nakamura laid Misa flat, grabbed her fair legs, and forcefully spread them into a V-shape.
"No!"
Misa cried out, jolted awake from the shock of Nakamura's facial ejaculation.
Nakamura pulled up her long white skirt, revealing her dreamlike secret garden beneath her white panties. The alluring bulge revealed that the silk fabric was already wet, and the dark shadows were particularly noticeable in the damp, semi-transparent circle. A few pubic hairs playfully peeked out from the edge of the triangle.
"Hehehe, madam is wet,"
Nakamura's hoarse voice was unmistakably obscene. "No... don't say such things..."
The pure wife was now completely confused, seemingly unable to resist the man's violation. No, even though she hadn't been penetrated yet, having her precious body played with by a man was the same as losing her virginity for Misa. Although she was forced by a beast, what she couldn't forgive was that her wanton body had actually reacted.
(Am I a slut? Why does it feel good? No, how can I be so despicable?)
His fingers, through the thin fabric, rubbed and kneaded her vulva, the dampness growing until her panties were almost completely soaked. Her beautiful labia were pressed tightly together, their erotic shape fully exposed to Nakamura's eyes.
Nakamura made muffled sounds, his eyes bloodshot, saliva dripping from his mouth, as he pulled Misa's panties down to her knees. Incongruous with her innocent face, thick pubic hair grew luxuriantly in her moist valley, making her look nothing like someone who had given birth. Her lovely pink, delicate labia were shyly closed, her beautiful vulva completely exposed.
Nakamura licked her labia passionately, sucking the sweet nectar. Under the skillful attack of his tongue, her tender flesh spasmed incessantly, her juices flowing down Nakamura's lips like a fountain. Nakamura's tongue probed forcefully towards the sensitive clitoris hidden deep within.
"So sweet, so delicious."
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah!"
Misa cried out unconsciously.
(So hot, so itchy, husband, save me!)
Misa swayed her slender waist, panting loudly. The electric-like stimulation spread from her clitoris to her entire body, slowly making her forget her shame. Her mind was hazy, and she couldn't distinguish anything.
"Doing an elegant lady from behind is probably the best."
The woman's body was turned face down. Nakamura lifted Misa's plump buttocks and gently rubbed them. His fingers sank into the soft mounds of flesh, and the strong rebound almost shook his fingers off. He forcefully spread her tightly closed buttocks, revealing her vagina and anus side by side. Thick honey-like juices overflowed, and her inner thighs were wet. His fingers were covered in sweet, lustful juices, which he smeared on her pink flesh. The wet, sticky, and lewd state was a beautiful sight only seen in dreams.
"The lady is a bitch now!"
Nakamura raised his ugly penis and laughed loudly, "Let me fuck this lowly bitch!"
(Is it going in? This size and length…)
The unknown fear made Misa tremble, afraid to think any further.
The glans secreted a clear, sticky fluid, the shaft covered in bulging veins; the terrifying weapon slowly approached. Touching her plump labia, gently rubbing them, the heat of his penis surpassed that of her fingers and tongue. That long-lost, burning heat of a mature wife made Misa tremble involuntarily, tears streaming down her face.
"No, please, quickly… pull it out."
"What? You want me to put it in? My lady is truly wanton, but I can't refuse your request." Nakamura laughed, pushing against the closed honey hole and forcefully thrusting his penis inside.
(Husband, forgive me, I was forced...)
"Ah~ ah, that's wonderful, my lady's vagina is as tight as a virgin's." Completely different from what she had imagined, Nakamura's penis forced its way through the narrow passage, as if it were being stretched open. The thick shaft gripped her tightly, constantly rubbing against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, producing a tingling, numbing sensation. Completely different from what she had imagined, Nakamura's penis forced its way through the narrow passage, as if it were being stretched open. The thick shaft gripped her tightly, constantly rubbing against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, producing a tingling, numbing sensation.
Her husband's penis felt like just a finger; their previous lovemaking had been like a game.
"So thick, so hard, my body is about to break!"
Misa wailed. "No, have mercy on me!"
The itching sensation from the thrusting began to overpower Misa's reason, making her unable to resist twisting her slender waist. At this moment, the penis slowly penetrated to the deepest part of her honey hole, the glans violently slamming against her sensitive clitoris, stimulating wave after wave of orgasms. The hateful penis was pressing against a depth that had never been reached by a man before, the stimulation was hundreds of times greater than when she had sex before, and Misa couldn't help but groan loudly.
"Is it comfortable, madam? It's been a long time since you've been fucked, it must be very enjoyable."
The fat belly pressed against Misa's buttocks, slamming incessantly. After a round of thrusting, Nakamura's thrusting could still continue to accelerate, the intense movements as if he wanted to stuff his whole body into Misa's honey pot. (How is this possible, it's even deeper...)
Unconsciously, Misa cooperated with Nakamura's penis, trying her best to twist her buttocks, allowing the penis to penetrate even deeper, the tender flesh writhing in her honey hole tightly wrapped around the penis. A wave of pleasure washed over her, overwhelming everything. Nakamura's ugly face and her beloved husband blurred in her mind, leaving her blank. The burning pleasure was driving Misa almost insane.
"Ah~ ah~ ah, so good, deeper, deeper..."
Misa cried out as if in a dream.
The sounds of their bodies colliding, mingling with Misa's sweet moans, echoed in the room. Misa was covered in glistening sweat, her snow-white skin tinged with a sexy cherry blossom hue. Her long hair, once styled in a bun, cascaded down like a black waterfall. She leaned weakly against Nakamura, moaning incessantly.
"Ah~ ah~ ah, I'm going to die!"
Nakamura's penis thrust forcefully into her throbbing flower, ejaculating his seed of desire deep into her honeypot, his hot semen continuously pouring in, causing her body to rise and fall.
In an instant, the overwhelming pleasure vanished, the lewd ravaging finally ended. A slight itch lingered in her swollen, eroded honeypot, and a strange emptiness welled up within Misa.
Lying helplessly on the ground, unable to move, a strange sensation suddenly assaulted her beautiful body again. It wasn't her full breasts, nor her ripe vulva, but… her
elastic buttocks were spread apart, her shy anus coming into contact with unfamiliar air. The strange coolness made Misa tremble uncontrollably. The moment the man's rough fingers touched her, her stimulated anus contracted violently. Misa twisted her buttocks, trying to shake off Nakamura's fingers.
"That's not a vagina… it's… an… gate! You've got it wrong!"
Misa screamed frantically.
Nakamura wasn't playing with her sexual organs, but with her filthy excretory organs. In Misa's naive mind, it wasn't just rape; it was utter perversion. "Madam's anus is also beautiful. No wonder you're a beauty; everything about you is beautiful."
"It's dirty there, please, don't touch me anymore."
Misa's cries fueled the man's lust. His soft, wet tongue and nimble fingers took turns attacking the married woman's private parts. To accommodate the intrusion, her anus struggled to dilate, but it seemed unable to withstand the wicked manipulation, and it contracted again in shame and sorrow. The opening and closing of her anus was both cruel and alluring.
The burning desire within him was not extinguished by the release of his lower body; on the contrary, it grew even stronger. Although his continuously ejaculating penis drooped limply, Nakamura picked up a fresh cucumber, aiming at the secret hole hidden in the married woman's alluring mound. The
cucumber's ends were proudly raised, its entire body a fresh emerald green. It slowly entered Misa's body, the fine granules on its surface rubbing against the tender flesh more stubbornly than the man's fingers. Nakamura chuckled lewdly as he rotated the cucumber.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh."
"This is our shop's signature product. You'll definitely love it after trying it, Madam."
The secret orifice, meant for excretion, unexpectedly underwent a chemical reaction after being played with. A strange pleasure was brewing, and the sweet, itchy sensation drove Misa mad. Unconsciously, cries turned into moans, evasive evasions into wanton writhing, and her sweat-drenched, snow-white buttocks chased after the green sex toy, which reflected a strange sheen from her discharge.
"Boss! Boss! Is anyone home?"
The housewife's voice rang out, startling Misa from her reverie. Reason and shame once again banished the sinful pleasure.
"...Someone...is...coming."
Misa said anxiously, enduring the waves of tingling sensation within her.
"Who cares! If we ignore her, she'll leave on her own."
Nakamura's face contorted with rage as he enjoyed the beautiful wife of his dreams, completely oblivious to everything else.
"What if she comes in..."
"Hehehe, let her enjoy the lady's infatuation then."
Nakamura teased, continuing to tug at the cucumber back and forth. "The lady's beautiful body will never be impolite in front of anyone."
"No, please, go greet them from the front."
"Hmm...hmm...it's not impossible."
Nakamura said slowly, "If you swear to be my mistress, I might consider it."
The elegant Misa couldn't accept Nakamura's request at all. This violation alone had already made her feel ashamed to the point of death, let alone agreeing to be the mistress of a beast. "I can't do this."
Misa cried.
At this moment, shouts rang out again from in front of the shop.
"Hey~ Hey, is anyone home? I need some cucumbers, hurry, my soup's boiling on the stove!"
The booming voice, an octave higher than usual, immediately identified the neighbor, Mrs. Tanaka.
The neighborhood's most gossipy woman, she was known for her sharp tongue, spreading rumors about everything from unsorted trash to a husband's infidelity.
Nakamura watched the hesitant Misa, a lewd smile spreading across his face.
"Mrs. Tanaka, I have something to do. Please come to the back."
Nakamura shouted.
(If others found out about her being raped…)
Nakamura's heartless words exploded like a bomb in Misa's heart, leaving her trembling with fear.
"Please don't! I promise, please let me go!"
"Haha, it's decided then."
Nakamura forcefully shoved the remaining half of the cucumber into her anus. From the side, it looked like the entire cucumber was inserted. Watching Misa wriggle her hips and scream, he reluctantly got up.
"Mrs. Tanaka, I'm here. Please wait a moment."
Nakamura straightened his shorts and called out loudly.
Nakamura, shirtless, slowly walked away. She collapsed weakly to the ground, thick white fluid flowing from her vagina, her anus filled with the sex toys—an indelible mark of shame.
Watching Nakamura's figure recede into the distance, Misa could no longer bear it and fainted.

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