Before and after training a married woman

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Prologue A Sunday afternoon... the streets of Aoyama are bathed in spring sunshine.

Soft sunlight shines into a café facing the street—on three women sitting by the window.

Their appearances are all different. However, they are all strikingly beautiful, attracting admiring glances not only from men entering the café but also from passersby.

"I'm so envious..."

Ayako, who had been listening to Kyoko and Misuzu talk about work, suddenly spoke up.

"What...?"

Both of them looked surprised.

"Because... you two are both so active." "

Really. How could that be?"

"Yes. We're just venting about work to each other."

Indeed, that was what they were talking about, but even so, Ayako felt envious.

The three were best friends from their school days, now twenty-eight years old. Kyoko was a madam at a small club in Ginza, and Misuzu was an announcer for a local television station.

Both were still single, while Ayako was married and a housewife.

They all came from wealthy families, and their universities were renowned for their high-achieving women's students. Their personalities, like their appearances, are all different, and their life experiences vary greatly.

Kyoko has a straightforward, somewhat masculine personality. She was passionate about theater from her student days, joined a theater troupe after graduating from university, and even married a male member of the same troupe, but divorced a year later. What was once a side job as a gig has become her main profession.

Misuzu, perhaps due to her profession, looks younger than her actual age. She had an open-minded personality since her student days, often saying she wanted to find a rich man to marry quickly so she could live a comfortable life. However, she remains single despite working as a broadcaster. Ayako, with

the most feminine appearance and personality among the three, was the opposite of Misuzu in her student days, hoping to become an office worker. At the time, Kyoko and Misuzu both had relationships with men, but Ayako had none of those scandals… yet she wasn't unpopular; in fact, she

was more popular with men than the other two.

It's probably best to call it personality. Ayako in her student days was the complete opposite of her appearance; she had an aura that kept men at bay, coupled with a high opinion of herself and a cautious, timid demeanor towards the opposite sex… so the other two said she was a woman who hated men.

Ayako, with such an attitude, married after less than two years of working life, while Misuzu, who had a strong desire to marry, became the kind of working woman Ayako had hoped for—it can only be described as fate.

"By the way…"

Kyoko said, looking at Ayako's face,

"Ayako, you've seemed really down since we met today. Did something happen?"

"Really, you seem listless." Misuzu nodded in agreement.

"I'm not like that… but…"

"But what?"

"At least you don't have a cheerful expression. Did you have a fight with your husband?"

"Or is he having an affair?"

"You two, stop guessing." Ayako was confused by this barrage of questions.

"It's not like what you say. We've been married for five years and haven't had a single argument."

Kyoko and Misuzu exchanged glances, then bowed respectfully, saying,

"Wow, that's truly enviable."

"Ugh, that's not what I meant. But isn't there something a little strange about a couple like that?" "

But he's so gentle, isn't he?"

"Even so..."

"What more do you want? Does his gentleness make you sad?"

"Kyoko, stop joking."

"But, Ayako, isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Kyoko picked up a cigarette, lit it with practiced ease, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then, looking at Ayako's expression, tentatively asked,

"Is he having an affair?"

"This... I don't know..."

"Judging from your tone, it seems like you don't care."

"But once you start suspecting something like this, it never ends, and I don't like that."

"Ayako, just because you didn't notice, you let him have an affair?"

Misuzu asked in surprise.

"What's there to say about letting her go? It's just something we can't help."

"Oh! I didn't expect Ayako to be so open-minded... Is this also a product of five years of marriage?"

"After five years of marriage, doesn't Ayako crave a little excitement? I have a club and can't accompany her, but Meiling can spare some time. Occasionally, take Ayako out for a stroll."

"Yeah, Ayako probably doesn't hate men as much as before. Even if she cheats once or twice, it's not surprising."

"Right, a woman's time being popular with men isn't very long, so enjoy it while you can."

"Ugh, you're all talking nonsense. You're the kind of friends who are just bad influences."

Ayako glared at her two still-laughing friends.

Of course, at that moment, Kyoko herself never dreamed that her words to Ayako about "occasionally taking Ayako out for a stroll" would have such an unexpected consequence...

----------------- Chapter One: Dangerous Signs

Twenty-eight years old... but still quite charming...

Ayako stood in front of the mirror at the sink, looking at her naked body, thinking to herself.

Indeed, she had not an ounce of excess fat on her body. Even disregarding biased opinions, she still possessed a beautiful figure, unlike a mother of a son in kindergarten.

Her breasts were of moderate size and well-shaped. Even her nipples retained a mature color, standing upright, indicating they were ready to be enjoyed.

She also had a slender waist and widened hips, which, although larger after childbirth, had not diminished her figure; in fact, they were more sensual than before. Even Ayako herself would be captivated by her appearance. Furthermore, her lower abdomen displayed the deep sensuality of a mature woman.

As Ayako examined her own naked body, a lewd atmosphere suddenly arose within her, a sweet, hot, itchy sensation spreading from her groin to the inner thighs.

Ayako thought this was understandable. Such a mature body had been neglected for two or three months.

Under these circumstances, even with her husband's sexual activity being incomplete, she would feel an urgent need.

However, her husband, who ran an advertising agency, was not only a workaholic but also believed that work could sacrifice family. Even on nights like this, he would definitely not return until late at night.

As Ayako entered the shower, she was already aroused by the water droplets hitting her breasts, buttocks, and thighs.

Standing in the bathtub, leaning against the wall, she adopted a bold pose with one foot on the edge of the tub, her fingers reaching under her pubic hair to part her labia. She aimed the showerhead directly at that area.

Water droplets pattered against her vulva... her sensitive clitoris and vaginal opening felt like they were being caressed.

"Ah... ah..."

The pleasure surging through her body made Ayako moan involuntarily. Her knees trembled involuntarily, a sweet, tingling sensation spreading from deep within her womb to her back...

"Ugh..."

The climax made Ayako writhe involuntarily, and she came quickly.

After showering in the lingering afterglow of pleasure, as she lathered herself with soap, she couldn't help but recall the unexpected incident with Kyoko a week ago.

--- A month after Ayako, Kyoko, and Misuzu met at the café facing Aoyama Street.

On this day, Ayako went shopping in Ginza and stopped by Kyoko's apartment in Akasaka.

It was already 2 PM on Sunday afternoon, but Kyoko seemed to have been in bed not long ago, still wearing her pajamas.

"Sorry to bother you so suddenly..."

"It's alright. You're not a guest I need to specially entertain..."

"Did you come home very late last night?"

"Almost. It's always like that."

"You must be tired."

"Yes, unlike you, no one feeds me."

While they were talking in the living room and kitchen, Kyoko made coffee and returned to the living room.

"But you have your easy side too..."

"I heard from Misuzu that Ayako is actually Cinderella."

Hearing Kyoko say this, Ayako could only smile bitterly.

Since their last meeting, Misuzu had taken her out for nighttime outings a few times. They also went to bars or discos. But unlike the single Misuzu, Ayako was married, so she made a rule that she should be home by midnight at the latest.

This prompted Meiling to tease her:

"You're like Cinderella. But you're married now, so you should be called Cinderella's wife. How was it? Did you enjoy the night out?"

Hearing Kyoko's question, Ayako took a sip of coffee and said,

"It was alright, it seemed to add some variety to my life..."

"But, Ayako, when you met Meiling last time, didn't you have something else you wanted to say? I'm not saying life is boring, but you have a bigger problem..."

"A problem?"

"To put it bluntly, it's about sex."

Ayako was quite surprised by Kyoko's keen intuition.

"Looks like I was right."

"Why...?"

"I could tell. It's not about marital arguments, nor is it about your husband having an affair and you finding it hard to talk about; it must be this."

"..."

"You're being too polite... Can't you even tell me?"

Ayako didn't know how to answer. At this moment, Kyoko approached Ayako, who was sitting on the sofa, placed her hand on Ayako's shoulder, and gently urged,

"It's not good to suffer alone. Just tell her."

Ayako still hesitated.

Ayako's husband, Tachibana, wasn't entirely unrelated to Kyoko. Tachibana was originally a guest at Kyoko's club, and at a party, Kyoko introduced them, which became the catalyst for their marriage. Tachibana

fell in love with Ayako at first sight, and through Kyoko, he expressed his feelings, followed by Tachibana's forceful dating and proposal. Ayako seemed to be forced into marriage.

Thinking that Kyoko would understand matters between men and women... Ayako finally spoke of what she found difficult to say.

For about a year, Ayako and her husband had maintained a sexual relationship that lasted only once every two or three months, unlike at the beginning of their marriage. When her husband wanted sex with Ayako, the only thing that was incredibly meticulous was foreplay, almost like he was licking her entire body with passion.

But since he had almost stopped making sexual advances, the foreplay had become perfunctory, and during intercourse, Ayako realized that her husband had no interest whatsoever.

Even halfway through sexual intercourse, her husband's penis had already shrunk.

Ayako felt intense humiliation and resentment, but she couldn't express it to her apologetic husband.

In this situation, her husband once made a strange request of Ayako: he demanded that she verbally abuse him without restraint and stomp on his shrunken penis.

Ayako was shocked, and seeing her husband's despicable expression filled her with disgust, making it impossible for her to agree.

"I see. He must have wanted Ayako to abuse him,"

Kyoko said with a sympathetic expression.

"Perhaps we can't be sure if he's a masochist, but there are definitely men like that in this world."

Her husband was a masochist!

Ayako herself had this suspicion, but was unwilling to admit it. Now that even Kyoko thought so, she couldn't deny it.

At this moment, Kyoko whispered in Ayako's ear:

"Speaking of which, to turn such a charming wife into someone sexually frustrated, your husband is truly a sinner."

"Kyoko..."

Ayako was both surprised and embarrassed. Kyoko took Ayako's hand, rubbing the base of her fingers with her own, while her other hand caressed the thigh exposed from her miniskirt.

"Women can also find ways to satisfy their desires,"

Kyoko said, intentionally stroking Ayako's thigh upwards with a strange smile.

"Come with me!"

"But..."

Ayako hesitated, and Kyoko placed her finger on Ayako's lips, signaling her to be quiet. Then, she looked at Ayako's lips with a seductive gaze, stroking them with her finger. Next, she cupped Ayako's cheeks in her hands and gently pressed her lips against Ayako's.

For some reason, Ayako couldn't resist. And the moment their soft lips touched, her whole body instantly heated up, experiencing an excitement completely different from kissing a man. When Kyoko's tongue entered, Ayako, as if seduced, also used her tongue to intertwine.

Their tongues frantically intertwined, and Kyoko's hands gently kneaded Ayako's breasts. Ayako couldn't help but let out a sweet nasal sound, and, guided by Kyoko, also caressed Kyoko's breasts...

When their lips parted, Ayako was too ashamed to lift her head.

"Shall we take a shower together?"

Kyoko said softly.

"It's been so many years since we last showered together."

Hearing Kyoko's cheerful voice, Ayako dared to raise her head.

"Ever since my trip with Misuzu and the other two during our student days..."

"Yeah...it's been a long time. I really want to see Ayako naked as a wife."

"Kyoko, you're so annoying."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Urged by Kyoko, Ayako stood up from the sofa. Seeing the spring sunlight streaming onto the balcony, her earlier aversion turned into excitement; she felt her body heating up and followed Kyoko into the bathroom.

After they both undressed, Kyoko gazed at Ayako's body and said,

"Your body is as beautiful as ever, even more sexy. Even I, a woman, find it attractive and want to take a bite."

"Stop staring at me like that. Kyoko, your figure is exactly the same as in your school days, it hasn't changed at all."

Their compliments weren't flattery; both women genuinely possessed excellent figures and almost translucent white skin. The only difference was that Ayako's hips were fuller than Kyoko's.

"We're already naked, so don't be shy, okay?"

Seeing the bright smile on Kyoko's face, Ayako obediently nodded.

Kyoko turned on the shower, and hot water poured over the two naked women like an open umbrella.

Ayako was embraced and kissed by Kyoko again. Ayako let Kyoko do as she pleased, and when she closed her eyes, for some reason, she seemed to see beautiful sunlight.

Feeling as if in a dream, Ayako willingly slipped her tongue into Kyoko's mouth, wishing this beautiful dream would never end. Their

smooth skin drew each other in, pressing tightly together. The hot water on their burning bodies felt incredibly soothing. Kyoko lightly kissed Ayako's neck and earlobes, then had Ayako turn around for a back hug.

"So smooth...it's really..."

Kyoko whispered in Ayako's ear, cupping her breasts in her hands from behind.

Ayako felt Kyoko's hot breath and the caress of her soft tongue against her ear. As her breasts were kneaded, her bones felt like they were melting, and her breathing quickened.

The close contact of Kyoko's breasts against her back and the stimulation of her pubic hair on her buttocks sent an intense excitement through her, making her dizzy and barely able to stand.

At that moment...Kyoko's hand moved to Ayako's lower abdomen, gently stroking her pubic hair, her fingers slipping into her secret crevice.

Ayako couldn't help but arch her back, a jolt of electric pleasure making her tremble. Kyoko's fingers caressed between the petals, finding the most sensitive clitoris, where she skillfully circled and caressed it.

"Ugh...no..."

"Ayako, look how overflowing you are..."

"Don't say anything..."

Ayako's voice was a little hoarse, and she pressed her hands down on Kyoko's hands, as if in distress. If she let her continue to caress her like this, she might really not be able to stand up.

"It seems like there's a lot of unsatisfied desire building up."

"Because..."

"Don't say anything, leave everything to me."

Kyoko smiled and tried to lather Ayako's body with soap, but Ayako lathered herself with soap instead, so Kyoko had no choice but to let her wash herself.

After rinsing off the soap in the shower, Kyoko turned the shower on Ayako. Then she said mysteriously,

"Showering is wonderful."

At the same time, she spread her legs, letting the water run over her crotch.

"Ah...ugh..."

Excited moans echoed in the bathroom, and Kyoko's upturned face showed a distressed expression.

"Ayako, I'll do it for you too."

Before Ayako could even hesitate, the showerhead was already at her crotch.

Hot water splashed on her vulva and petals, creating a sweet, ticklish sensation.

"No...no..."

Ayako's voice trembled, and she crouched down as if about to fall.

"You're so sensitive, no wonder you're so unsatisfied."

Kyoko laughed and picked Ayako up.

"Now let's two women enjoy ourselves in bed."

Kyoko whispered in Ayako's ear, then gently bit her earlobe.

"Ah..."

Ayako's body trembled violently, and she involuntarily hugged Kyoko tightly...

-----------------

Ayako, wearing a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom and sat down at the vanity to begin her makeup.

Before showering... tonight, as usual, her husband called at 7:30.

Every time, it was their son, Yusuke, who answered. Yusuke would report what happened at kindergarten that day to his father, say goodnight, and then go to sleep—it had become a routine.

Her husband called at the same time every day because he wanted to hear his only son's voice, not to talk to Ayako about anything.

Her husband's concern for Ayako was noticeably different since Yusuke's birth. It wasn't indifference, but it had become a secondary feeling. If it were explained as simply liking the child, perhaps there would be no explanation, but Ayako still couldn't let it go.

Ayako believed that a child is a child, and couples have their own way of showing care.

While answering the phone in Yusuke's place, her husband continued talking about their son.

"I heard Yusuke won the race."

"Probably."

"My athletic ability is terrible, probably because of your genes."

"Really..."

"Whatever, winning first place is a good thing."

Her husband, who loved children, seemed very happy.

"What are you doing tonight..."

"Oh, I have a client appointment tonight, and then I might have to entertain, it'll probably be very late."

"Really..."

"It's for work, there's no way around it. I'll still try to find a way this Sunday night, I can't let Yusuke say I'm a liar. Okay..."

Her husband hung up the phone after saying that.

This Sunday, they decided to go to Disneyland as a family. Several times in the past, they hadn't been able to go because of her husband's work.

Yusuke is important, but what should I do?

Ayako, holding the phone receiver, felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

Working is understandable, and she didn't want to complain about it. At least she had that understanding, but she couldn't just think about Yusuke; she should consider her wife's feelings and be more understanding.

While applying makeup, Ayako thought about her husband's call and recalled the scene with Kyoko a few days ago.

Lying on her back on the bed, Ayako placed her hands on her chest, one leg bent and pressed tightly against the other, concealing her lower abdomen.

"Let them find everything..."

Kyoko whispered, then pressed her body against Ayako's. Both were naked, and after a light kiss, Kyoko slipped her tongue into Ayako's mouth.

Ayako no longer felt any aversion to kissing another woman. In fact, she felt a mysterious sense of inversion, so excited that she could hardly breathe.

It started with a kiss where they explored each other's lips with their tongues. But it gradually grew passionate, soon turning into a deep, fervent kiss.

Then, Kyoko straddled Ayako on all fours.

As their nipples rubbed together, she twisted her upper body, creating a subtle friction.

"Ah..."

An unbearable tickling sensation made Ayako moan, arching her chest.

It was gentler, more delicate than any man's caress. Their nipples quickly became erect, accompanied by a burning, intense tickling sensation.

"Ah...more..."

Ayako cried out inwardly as she arched her chest.

Kyoko seemed to sense this, pressing her breasts closer together and continuing to sway her upper body.

Aroused by intense sensuality, Ayako's breathing became rapid.

At this moment, Kyoko licked her nipples from top to bottom with her tongue.

"Oh..."

Ayako's body suddenly jerked. Kyoko's tongue circled her erect nipple, licking it. Her fingers pinched the other nipple in the same motion.

"Ah...ah..."

Ayako's head tilted back. Kyoko alternately sucked on Ayako's nipples, or flicked them with her tongue. Ayako involuntarily twisted her lower body. She

seemed to have difficulty breathing.

Kyoko's body gradually moved downwards. It was as if she was caressing Ayako's curves with her hands and lips...

Ayako, of course, realized her intentions. Her already distressed naked body seemed to be ignited by a raging fire.

"No..." The words that came to her lips were swallowed back.

Kyoko's face was pressed against Ayako's lower abdomen.

"No..." This time, she still didn't say it. Her thoughts and her body's needs were completely opposite.

Ayako gripped the sheets tightly with her hands, closed her eyes, and turned her face away.

Squeak...Kyoko's tongue slipped between the petals.

Ayako's body trembled.

As her upper body tilted back, she began to pant.

Kyoko's tongue found the clitoris, gently licking it with a feeling of almost touching but not really touching, sometimes flicking it lightly.

Ayako's body arched, unable to bear the intense pleasure any longer, letting out sobbing moans, her lower body undulating like waves.

Kyoko didn't force Ayako to spread her legs, waiting for Ayako to do so voluntarily...

At this moment, the sweet sensation at the base of her thighs continued to spread, and Ayako also felt the urge to spread her legs.

So when Kyoko's hands touched her legs, Ayako boldly and voluntarily spread them apart.

Kyoko's tongue moved incessantly, gradually becoming aggressive.

Because they were of the same sex, she could completely understand a woman's erogenous zones. The stimulation varied in intensity, her tongue subtly licking or flicking, or rotating, around the clitoris.

After a period of intense stimulation, when her tongue began to rub the clitoris forcefully, Ayako was almost about to climax.

At this moment, Ayako, after a spasm, sobbed as if reaching the peak of her sensuality, simultaneously welcoming her orgasm.

"You've come, haven't you?"

Kyoko asked, changing her body position to a 69. Kyoko's private parts were fully displayed on Ayako's face.

Between the slightly parted petals, a bright red slit was revealed, and the reddish-brown petals were completely wet.

Kyoko licked Ayako's slit again. The body, already burning once, reignited the flames. Ayako, as if tempted, also stuck out her tongue and licked Kyoko's vulva.

"Ah...again..."

Ayako sobbed, her upper body trembling as she arched her back, and Kyoko stopped using her tongue. Her crotch pressed against Ayako's fragrant lips, demanding to use her tongue.

Ayako, disregarding everything, stuck out her tongue and licked the slit.

"Ah...Ayako...that's so good..."

Kyoko, unable to resist, licked Ayako's labia again.

In this oral sex, Ayako always came first.

After several such encounters, Kyoko finally let out a moan, reaching her first orgasm. Before this, Ayako had come countless times...

Kyoko raised her body, looked down and smiled at Ayako, who was still in the afterglow, her body still convulsing.

"How is it? Are you somewhat satisfied? But, there's no end to what women do."

Kyoko's face lit up with excitement as she gently stroked Ayako's chest and lower abdomen with her fingers, finally inserting them into the wet opening for the first time.

"Ugh..."

A powerful wave of pleasure washed over Ayako's body.

Kyoko's fingers moved within the hot, itchy opening. Ayako's breathing quickened, and she couldn't help but whimper. Kyoko's fingertips rubbed against the cervix, arousing intense arousal. Ayako couldn't help but writhe her hips wantonly.

"Does it feel good?"

"Good...good...ah..."

There...still needing more...Ayako, her hips writhing under Kyoko's finger, quickly reached another climax.

"No...I'm going to...come..."

A trembling sob escaped her lips as her whole body convulsed.

Kyoko giggled.

"Still wriggling."

Kyoko's fingers remained inside Ayako's opening.

"Ugh...no...!"

After pulling her fingers out of Ayako's shameful genitals, Kyoko parted her labia to show Ayako.

"How is it? My clitoris is pretty good, isn't it?"

Before this, Ayako hadn't had the composure to look, but now she was shocked. Her erect clitoris, just as Kyoko had said, was the size of the first joint of her little finger.

Kyoko parted Ayako's legs, bringing their genitals together. They rotated their hips and rubbed against each other. The friction between Kyoko's and Ayako's clitoris produced a numbing pleasure.

The two embraced each other, rubbing their clitoris together, reaching orgasm countless times.

After endless homosexuality, they lay wearily side by side on the bed, the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the lace window almost gone.

"Ayako, your body is more erotic than I imagined."

"How can you say I'm erotic...?"

"Don't you think men are better?"

"Kyoko, what do you think?"

"Well...I still think men are better."

"Oh...but I didn't expect Kyoko to have homosexual inclinations."

"I don't have that kind of fetish. I just want to seduce a married woman who's sexually frustrated."

"Really... I thought you had experience..."

Ayako glared at Kyoko with an expression still tinged with excitement. At this moment, Kyoko chuckled, turned around, took a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it with a lighter. Then she turned back to Ayako and said,

"Do you want to play around with men other than your husband?"

"What did you say?"

Ayako was surprised by the abruptness and the unexpectedness of the question.

"You want me to have an affair?"

"You don't want to?"

"But..."

"If I say this, Ayako will definitely say she can't do it. But even if your husband can't satisfy you, you don't care? Can you live in a state of sexual frustration forever?"

"This..."

The series of questions left Ayako speechless.

"If that's what you're thinking, leave the men to me. I'll introduce you to men who won't cause you any problems, don't worry."

Kyoko gave a mysterious smile and flicked her finger on her still-satisfied nipple.

"Ah..."

Ayako groaned, arching her back as the sweet pleasure emanating from her nipples traveled like an electric current to her clitoris, causing her to involuntarily clench her thighs.

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After finishing her makeup, Ayako began preparing to go out.

This time, she decided to wear particularly sexy lingerie.

A black half-cup bra and matching bikini bottoms, both made of luxurious embroidered silk. The design of the bottoms, in particular, was a butterfly-shaped design she wouldn't normally wear.

She then put on black trousers, fastening them with a suspender belt.

Even her husband had never seen her wearing this lingerie. This outfit gave her the thrill of a secret night out, unbeknownst to her husband and son. Regardless of the possibility of an affair, she felt a sense of anticipation for the secret adventure.

Her dress was a sexy cut that accentuated her curves. She wore a short coat over it, then quietly opened Yusuke's bedroom door. He was probably asleep, exhausted from playing all day.

While putting on her shoes in the entryway, she suddenly remembered Meiling's words, "Cinderella." Ayako and Meiling met at a lounge tonight.

Meiling arrived first and waved to Ayako.

Ayako approached Meiling, puzzled. Previously, Meiling had always come alone, but this time she had a companion—a middle-aged man dressed in a similar style, clearly from the same industry.

"It's alright," Meiling said shyly.

"This is Ayako, and this is Mr. Kitamura, our director."

Meiling introduced Ayako and Kitamura.

From Meiling's expression, Ayako immediately knew their relationship wasn't ordinary.

Ayako sat down next to them on a bench.

"We were just talking about you,"

Meiling said, glancing at Kitamura.

Both Meiling and Kitamura were drinking cocktails and ordered the same ones.

"Anyway, Meiling won't say anything good about me, will she?"

Ayako glared at Meiling.

"Oh... so you're saying you have that thought too?"

"Well... you'll have to guess..."

Kitamura quickly interjected, joining the conversation.

"I heard that Miss Ayako was very popular with men since her school days."

"But back then, Ayako was strange; she seemed to disregard all men. Of course, I don't know what she was thinking..."

Hearing Meiling say this, Kitamura asked,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she actually doesn't dislike men. Her quick marriage is the best proof."

"I see. But, it seems half of it is your jealousy."

"Jealousy... That's too much..."

Meiling glared at Kitamura, her voice rising an octave.

"But..."

Kitamura appraised Ayako's smiling face, saying,

"Turning such a charming wife into a 'Cinderella,' I really don't understand what your husband means by that."

Ayako was a little displeased that even this kind of talk was being discussed.

"Things that are already in your grasp lose their appeal; perhaps all men are like that,"

Meiling said, looking at Kitamura. It seemed she was getting revenge for his earlier comment...

"Things seem to be getting out of hand."

Kitamura smiled wryly, getting off his high stool and leaving his seat as if fleeing at the last minute, probably to go to the restroom.

"You're really something."

Hearing Ayako's words, Meiling gave a mysterious smile, raising her glass as if to say,

"Did you figure that out?" "What do you think of him?"

"He seems quite nice."

Ayako thought to herself: Not my type... but still praising her friend's lover. Meiling must have wanted the same answer.

"Is he single?"

"He has a wife and two children... that's his relationship."

This explained the meaning of Meiling and Kitamura's conversation.

"But are you serious about him?"

"It's hard to say... half of it is natural, and the other half I'm not sure myself."

Meiling laughed self-deprecatingly. Ayako thought she was bluffing; Meiling was probably more serious than the married Kitamura.

At that moment, Ayako saw Kitamura return from the restroom and tactfully said to Misuzu,

"It's okay..."

"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you next time."

Misuzu apologized, unable to hide the joy on her face. She took Kitamura's hand, said another apology, and left the lounge with him.

Suddenly, Ayako felt uneasy being alone, and it wasn't appropriate for a woman to drink in such a place.

If she were with Misuzu as usual, she wouldn't have cared, appropriately dealing with the men who made small talk. And if their appearance was within her acceptable range, she would even imagine what kind of sexual acts they might perform, enjoying the thrill of adventure in her fantasies.

Although it was just fantasy, having such bold fantasies was something the old Ayako would never have done.

Whether a woman naturally becomes like this at twenty-eight, or if it's because of her husband... remains unknown.

However, since Yusuke's birth, it's clear that Ayako's sexual desires have changed. Simply put, she's become greedy.

She craves greater pleasure in sex...

It's not surprising that she occasionally experiences desires that confuse her. Perhaps it's due to unmet needs from her husband.

Ayako thought she'd just go home for the night. However, the relationship between Misuzu and Kitamura gave her a strange sense of excitement.

Misuzu and Kitamura would probably just go straight to a hotel. Thinking this, coupled with the alcohol, she felt a burning sensation within her.

At that moment, she felt a gaze.

This gaze came from a man sitting two high stools apart from Misuzu and Kitamura. He

was about thirty years old, with a neat hairstyle and suit, and an unremarkable appearance—typical of a typical office worker from a top-tier company.

After making this judgment with just one glance, Ayako decided to ignore him. Because she didn't like this type of man.

Just then, the bartender took away Ayako's almost empty glass. Before Ayako even ordered any drinks, a glass of the same beer was brought out, accompanied by the explanation,

"It was a gift from that customer."

Surprised, Ayako glanced at the man, who smiled, raised his beer glass, and gestured for a toast.

Accepting the toast felt too frivolous, while ignoring him seemed petty.

Confused, Ayako simply nodded slightly, expressing her acceptance forcefully.

At that moment, the man, sensing Ayako's reaction, approached her.

"May I have a drink with you?" he

asked, his tone polite, contrasting with his bold gesture.

This approach didn't appeal to Ayako. Ignoring the man sitting next to her, she overheard his conversation with Misuzu and said to Ayako,

"You must be Miss Ayako. My name is Mitamura."

Ayako glanced at the man, as if to say, "So what?

" "'Lady Cinderella' is such a romantic term!"

"Romantic..."

This was the first time Ayako had spoken.

"Yes. This is the first time I've heard of this. But, judging from the Cinderella story, married women who go to balls or night out have their return time restricted; they have to rush home at a certain time, is that what it means?"

"Why is that considered romantic?"

"In a limited time, you never know what might happen... Don't you think there's romance here?"

Ayako felt his explanation was too far-fetched.

"Maybe. Things like this might happen... but can that be considered romantic?"

"Romantic is just beginning."

Ayako's sarcastic tone seemed to have no effect on the man. Ayako couldn't help but feel disgusted and instead wanted to challenge him.

"Then I'd like to ask you, what kind of romance will follow?"

"Leave that to me; I definitely won't let you get bored."

"You seem very confident, but there are still very boring men in bed."

Ayako, somewhat intoxicated, said something that even surprised herself.

"Don't worry about that. I'm sure I can give you an experience you've never had before."

Ayako hesitated.

At that moment, the man's eyes held a light she hadn't seen before. That fierce look reminded Ayako of the gleam a man exudes at the peak of sexual desire.

Actually, Ayako had never seen a man look like that before.

But for some reason, she had this association. When she had this thought, images of Misuzu and Kitamura making love in bed appeared in her mind, and she felt lightheaded and hot all over. The itching sensation in her lower body confused Ayako herself.

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<< To be continued, please see the next chapter>>

Chapter Two: Lewd Words

Ayako found her situation unbelievable.

When Mitamura asked her to leave the lounge with him, she followed him. They took a taxi to a hotel that was obviously for couples having affairs, and she went in without refusing. During that time, she didn't think about her husband and child at all...

Ayako felt like it was all a story.

However........

Reaching the hotel room door, finally realizing the truth, she suddenly seemed to hear her husband's phone ringing—a phone call she hadn't heard from in a while. An image flashed in her mind of Yusuke waking up, calling for his mother to answer the phone, and a strong sense of fear washed over her.

But it was only for a moment. When she opened the door, Ayako gasped.

The room Mitamura had led her into resembled a torture chamber.

A bed inside an iron cage… in front of it, a spacious area with an obstetrics and gynecology examination table, and a terrifying-looking black-wrapped wooden horse. There were large mirrors on the walls, an X-shaped gallows, and ropes and whips.

"This is…"

"A room for sadistic games. I don't know if Miss Ayako has any experience with them, but you've at least heard of sadistic games, right?"

Mitamura pulled the bewildered Ayako into his arms and whispered.

"What sadistic games? I don't have that kind of fetish."

Overwhelmed by fear and disgust, Ayako shook off Mitamura's hand.

"It seems like this is your first time, so I said I'd let you experience what I've been through before."

Mitamura was different from before; a rough smile appeared on his face, and his tone of voice had changed.

"This is a game, more stimulating than regular sex, a game that fully utilizes both body and mind."

Ayako saw Mitamura take down the riding crop hanging on the wall with a whip and felt fear. She immediately ran towards the door, but Mitamura blocked her way.

"What do you think you're doing! Get out of the way. Otherwise, I'll scream!"

"Please. This is a room for sadists. Even if a sound escapes, everyone here will think it's just noise."

Mitamura said with a victor's tone:

"Now that you know, start taking off your clothes."

"No!"

"You should know that once you enter this room, you are the slave, and I am the master. What punishments do slaves receive for disobeying their masters? If you don't know, I can teach you."

Mitamura slapped his palm with the riding crop, smiling smugly.

"No!"

"Then obey my orders." It would be understandable

if it were voluntary, but to be treated like a slave and ordered to undress is utterly humiliating.

Ayako glared at Mitamura, but immediately lowered her head. Regret and unease weighed heavily on her, filling her with dejection and panic.

"Hurry up!"

Mitamura roared, cracking his whip.

The whip made a terrifying sound in the air, and Ayako trembled with fear.

"Aren't you afraid of 'Cinderella Lady' asking about the time limit?"

Mitamura pointed out Ayako's weakness.

Coming home too late wasn't just about her husband; what if Yusuke woke up to use the bathroom and found Ayako gone...?

Besides, this wasn't a safe place to go home. If she refused his demands, she might be whipped, forced to undress, and raped. To suffer such humiliation, it was better to leave this man with his abnormal sexual fetishes sooner... but that meant obeying him first. The thought filled her

with an almost nauseating disgust. Ayako hesitated.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you care about the time limit? In that case, let's have some fun all night."

No...

Ayako was forced to make a decision. She turned her body away from Mitamura and took off her short coat.

As she pulled down her dress, she saw the wall mirror diagonally in front of her, and Ayako felt a chill, because Mitamura was looking at his reflection. He smiled at her, forcing Ayako to turn her face away. Only then did she realize Mitamura's intentions. He hadn't physically forced Ayako to undress; he wanted her

to perform a striptease, as evidenced by his lewd smile. Thinking this, her hands, which were holding up her dress, trembled with shame, and her whole body began to burn. In a state of intense humiliation, as she removed her dress, she heard Mitamura whistle.

"So beautiful! Doesn't look like a married woman..."

he exclaimed excitedly.

"Your lingerie is beautiful, and your figure is superb."

She hadn't expected sexy lingerie to please a man in this way.

When her burning body felt Mitamura's gaze, a sense of disgust sent shivers down Ayako's spine.

"The bra is unnecessary."

Mitamura quickly unhooked the bra hooks at the back of Ayako's back. As Ayako hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, the bra was pulled down.

"Ah..."

Mitamura grabbed Ayako's hands, forcibly pulling them away from her chest, and then handcuffed her wrists. Then came the other hand…

“No! Don’t!”

With her hands cuffed in front of her, still trying to cover her chest, Mitamura pulled Ayako down to a chain with hooks hanging from the ceiling.

He hooked the chain onto the handcuffs and then used a pulley to hoist Ayako’s hands up…

“No… Ah…”

Ayako’s body straightened, the toes of her high heels barely touching the ground. Of course, she couldn’t hide her breasts; her still-fresh nipples stood erect and pointed upwards.

As she twisted her body in agony, her breasts bounced.

“What a beautiful body. Your husband doesn’t seem to understand the wonder of this body.”

Ayako herself could probably see her own body, because there was a large wall mirror in front of her. Her naked body, with her hands hanging above her head, was only covered by black panties, garter belts, stockings, and high heels. She hurriedly bent one leg and twisted her hips. Otherwise, her pubic hair would be visible through the transparent panties.

“Your panties are really sexy.”

Mitamura grabbed Ayako’s breasts from behind.

"It's such a waste to take it off right now..."

he whispered in Ayako's ear, then tickled her neck and earlobes with his lips and tongue, while his hands continued to knead her full breasts.

Ayako shook her head desperately, her breathing becoming erratic. A sweet ripple involuntarily spread throughout her body.

Mitamura's actions seemed rough, but they weren't. He skillfully kneaded the sensitive areas of her breasts, without playing with her nipples with his fingers.

Her breasts quickly hardened, her nipples protruding due to engorgement, and a numbing sweet sensation spread through her lower body—her abdomen.

Mitamura twisted and pinched her erect nipples. The intense itching sensation from her nipples reached her uterus, and Ayako began to pant, her body trembling as if in spasm.

"Oh... I can see her pubic hair..."

"No..."

Ayako twisted her hips, but the panties reflecting her black pubic hair in the mirror also seemed sexy to her. At that moment, Ayako gasped again in tension. Because Mitamura's erection was pressing against her buttocks. A strong electric current made her uterus itch.

Mitamura suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of her panties, then pulled them upwards forcefully.

Ah...

Ayako panicked and desperately bent her body.

"Look!"

"No, don't!"

Ayako shook her head. At this moment, the front of the panties became a very thin strip, and it was even deeply embedded in her flesh, with pubic hair peeking out from both sides.

"Look... look..."

Mitamura still elastically pulled the panties upwards.

"Ah... no... ah..."

The panties, now in the form of a strip, began to stretch and rub against her flesh. This made Ayako involuntarily twist her buttocks lasciviously to Mitamura's rhythm.

"Does twisting your buttocks like this mean you don't want it? Of course, you don't need the panties anymore."

After Mitamura finished speaking, he pulled Ayako's panties off her feet.

Ayako's breathing became rapid as she twisted her buttocks and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, not just because of shame.

Mitamura's hand forcefully entered Ayako's inner thigh.

"No!"

"Strange? What is this?"

"Don't do this..."

"You said no, but you're already so wet."

Mitamura said lewdly in Ayako's ear, and Ayako just shook her head.

The man's fingers made a squelching sound as they rubbed against her vulva. Ayako couldn't help but twist her buttocks, expressing the discomfort in her lower body.

The man's fingers suddenly slid into her flower.

"Ah..."

Ayako gasped. But in that instant, a real wave of pleasure surged through her. Her lower body trembled as if she had a chill.

"Oh... so tight, and it's drawing you in... you seem very thirsty."

Mitamura said explicitly, and his fingers began to thrust in and out. As he thrust, his fingertips rubbed against the top of her vagina, and his fingertips touched her cervix.

Ayako could no longer remain quiet, letting out excited moans, and writhing her buttocks lewdly in rhythm with Mitamura's finger movements. Ayako herself could no longer control herself from doing this.

"Can't take it anymore?"

"No...ah..."

"You keep saying no, so why are you wriggling your hips like that? It means you want my fingers in and out."

"No...no...ah..."

Why is this man toying with women while uttering such lewd words…? Ayako felt disgusted, but couldn't remain calm.

"Your body is already very honest, only your words aren't."

Mitamura stroked Ayako's writhing buttocks, then slapped them two or three times with his palm.

"This buttocks is unbearable…"

Mitamura said, pulling his fingers out of Ayako's vagina and picking up a leather whip to lash her buttocks.

"Oh… don't hit me…"

Ayako was terrified, desperately writhing her buttocks. Mitamura aimed at her buttocks and lashed the whip repeatedly.

The sound of the whip hitting her buttocks mingled with what was indistinguishable as a groan or a sigh.

Ayako couldn't speak properly anymore. In the intervals between the whippings, when she tried to beg for mercy, she was struck by the whip before she could even open her mouth. Red welts immediately appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks.

Her slender waist and plump buttocks continued to writhe.

Ayako's hands were still handcuffed, her body limp, her weight resting on her hands, her chest rising and falling like waves with each breath.

The whip-beaten buttocks felt hot… but unlike the pain, a ticklish sensuality welled up, causing her to involuntarily wriggle her hips. The fact that the whipping of her buttocks produced a similar pleasure was astonishing to Ayako. Then, she peered through the wall mirror at Mitamura's movements.

Mitamura had taken off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. His body was completely free of excess fat.

Ayako's eyes were drawn to the front of his underwear, where a prominent bulge seemed about to burst through.

Even as she struggled to breathe, seeing Mitamura's exposed penis after removing his underwear sent shivers down her spine.

For a fleeting moment, she had the illusion of a snake raising its head.

It wasn't so much thick as it seemed; his erect penis was pointing upwards. The dilated glans gleamed with a reddish-black sheen.

It was incomparable to her husband's.

If something like that were inserted, thrusting and churning inside…

Just thinking about it made her womb burn, and her body began to tremble again.

"You're already a married woman, why are you still so curious about men's things?"

Seeing Mitamura's smile, Ayako quickly turned her face away. He seemed to know Ayako was watching, perhaps deliberately letting her see.

"Instead of saying you're curious, you probably want this thing."

As if seeing through Ayako's thoughts, Mitamura teased her.

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Her face was still turned to the side, but Ayako still felt embarrassed.

"There's no need to be polite here. Just be honest and say, 'Please let me suck my master's penis.'" "

..."

Ayako could hardly believe what Mitamura said; even if it was a joke, it was too much.

"Can't you say it?"

"Of course not..."

Ayako stared at him nervously, but Mitamura not only didn't care, but also had a smug smile on his face.

"Is that so? I think you would definitely ask like I did."

"Ask? Me? Don't joke around..."

Ayako was already too angry, but she was able to calmly observe him. With her body suspended, unable to speak on equal footing, she couldn't help but feel regret…

"Alright, but you'll find out soon enough."

Mitamura gave a meaningful smile, leaving Ayako and entering what was likely a bathroom.

What was he going to do? Ayako looked at herself again in the mirror, her unease palpable.

In the hotel's torture chamber-like room, her naked body, her hands suspended, was a far cry from the person she had been drinking with Meiling not long ago. Her first affair had turned out like this… Just

as she was filled with remorse, she saw Mitamura return. But for some reason, he was holding a razor.

"Now you should ask for sucking, shouldn't you?"

Mitamura said, then placed the razor on Ayako's lower abdomen, saying,

"Otherwise, I'll have to shave all the hair here."

"This…"

Ayako was speechless.

"Then it'll be hard for you to explain to your husband."

"No...you're so despicable."

"Despicable? I don't mean to take advantage of a married woman's weakness, I just think it looks good shaved. The question is whether you want to suck it."

"I don't want anything."

Even her husband, who rarely asked Ayako for sex, couldn't guarantee he wouldn't. What if her husband saw her bare lower abdomen...?

"Please, stop fooling around."

Mitamura smiled smugly as he saw Ayako pleading.

"Your first request should be to suck my thing."

"No!...Ah...wait!" Ayako said hastily, because Mitamura had already started shaving, and two or three hairs fell to the ground.

"So? Do you want me to shave, or do you want to suck it?"

"That's too much...don't shave..."

Ayako lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"So you want to suck it?"

Mitamura lifted Ayako's face with his hand.

"No..."

Ayako shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of Mitamura's hand. At that moment, the whip lashed her buttocks.

"Ah...stop hitting me..."

Ayako pleaded desperately, terrified.

"You're such a nuisance. If you don't want to shave, you'll have to suck. Isn't that right?"

Ayako turned her face away, nodding slightly; she had no other choice.

"It should have been this way long ago."

Mitamura finally released Ayako's hands, forcing her to kneel down. He thrust his penis in front of Ayako, demanding she say those words.

"It's my turn...to suck..."

Ayako lowered her head, her voice trembling with humiliation.

"That's not all. Don't be so smug anymore, just say it all."

"I can't remember." "

Then I'll teach you one more time. But if you don't say it, I'll shave you."

After this intimidation, Mitamura repeated the words that disgusted Ayako.

Ayako felt her mind was going crazy, but she couldn't escape, so she closed her eyes and forced herself to say it.

"Please let me suck my master's penis..."

"Okay. Begin."

Mitamura's penis was no longer as erect as before. Ayako, with her handcuffed hands, took it into her mouth in a self-destructive manner and began to tease it with her tongue. Ayako rarely did this with her husband. It wasn't that Ayako disliked it, but rather that her husband hadn't asked her to.

Ayako herself didn't dislike it. When she sucked on it or licked it with her tongue, feeling its erection become more robust, Ayako would become excited and experience greater pleasure in her genitals. However, that couldn't happen now. It shouldn't… Although she thought this, as she felt Mitamura's penis swell

and become erect, her body, contrary to her will, began to become excited.

At this moment, Mitamura's body recoiled.

"It's probably because your husband's upbringing isn't good. As a married woman, you haven't done a very good job. It's just that the expression and passion of a beautiful wife taking a penis into her mouth is commendable. You actually like sucking like this, don't you?"

Ayako had to turn her gaze away from the saliva-covered, glistening penis in front of her, feeling embarrassed because the other person had hit the nail on the head. She didn't want the other person to see the scene that she could feel herself was completely reflected.

"No...no..."

Her legs were spread apart to about 160 degrees, and her upper body was raised to 45 degrees. This was because there was a turntable on the platform that could adjust the angle of her legs and upper body. Ayako felt a fire burning inside her. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know what position she was in, and she wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Mitamura began to rub her breasts.

"You can see everything, can't you?"

Mitamura said, reaching towards Ayako's crotch.

Affected by the man's hand moving, Ayako, who was looking in the mirror, immediately turned her face away again.

"I want to see!"

Mitamura commanded. Ayako shook her head desperately.

"You have to see!"

Mitamura grabbed her pubic hair and pulled hard.

"Ouch..."

Ayako screamed as she looked. A strong sense of shame overwhelmed her, making her dizzy. Her eyes were spread wide open. The petals decorated with pubic hair were fully open, revealing a wet, pinkish-glowing opening. Mitamura's hand suddenly pulled the petals apart.

"What is this?"

"No!"

Ayako's voice trembled. As Mitamura's fingers pulled the petals apart, he stroked her clitoris.

"A married woman can't possibly not know this name."

Although Ayako felt intensely aroused, she shook her head vigorously.

Mitamura began to threaten to shave her.

Ayako knew, of course, but she had never said such a thing to her husband.

"Tell me! What is this called?"

"This... vulva..."

Ayako murmured in a dreamlike voice. Her whole body was enveloped by a burning sense of shame and abnormal excitement...

"Your vulva is itching from wanting a man!"

Mitamura said deliberately, then inserted his finger into her clitoris.

"Do you miss my penis?"

he said, rotating his fingers around the cervix.

"Ah... I already..."

Her hips writhed involuntarily. The intense sensuality and Mitamura's mantra-like words finally shattered Ayako's rationality.

"Um... use yours... come on..."

"Do you want me to insert it?"

Ayako nodded with an aroused expression, no longer hesitant, just wanting to do it quickly and feel good...

Mitamura gently rubbed his erect glans against her vulva.

"Don't make me anxious... please..."

"Madam... you're amazing... you're like a bitch in heat."

Mitamura was surprised by Ayako's desperate writhing of her hips. He continued rubbing his glans against her clitoris and vaginal opening.

"You have to say 'use my penis to insert into your vagina.'"

"Ah... use your penis..."

Ayako said as Mitamura instructed, feeling herself going crazy with excitement. The lewd words she had never uttered before were taking effect like an aphrodisiac. If it were now, you could say anything shameless, even wanting to become more lewd.

At that moment, Mitamura penetrated her. As he penetrated, Ayako's lower body experienced an almost melting itchy sensation.

Mitamura began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Look."

Mitamura lifted Ayako's body to about ninety degrees, letting her see what was happening between her legs.

Ayako stared wide-eyed. The penis, emitting white smoke, moved in and out of the wet, fleshy hole like a piston.

"Ah...it's inside..."

Ayako's voice trembled.

"What's inside?" "

Yours..."

"I told you, don't be so smug. What exactly is inside me?"

"Your...penis...inside my vagina..."

Ayako was extremely excited, saying in a sobbing voice:

"Ah...good..."

Every time Mitamura penetrated, she felt short of breath, her body filled with pleasure. As he pressed against her uterus and twisted, her body experienced a melting sensation, and she couldn't help but sob.

As the penis was withdrawn, the swollen glans created intense friction, sending Ayako's body into spasms with an electric-like pleasure.

Seeing this, Mitamura thrust in again violently. Ayako's pleasure surged to the top of her head, forcing her to reach orgasm.

"Ah...no...I'm going to...come..."

Ayako cried as she reached orgasm, then ejaculated repeatedly, or rather, was brought to orgasm by Mitamura.

Ayako herself had already ejaculated countless times, and then, as Mitamura thrust violently, making Ayako feel like her body was about to explode, Mitamura began to ejaculate. Ayako, who hadn't felt this way in a long time, surged to the peak of orgasm again.

A week later, Ayako held the business card Mitamura had given her, hesitating before the phone.

That night, Mitamura handed the business card to Ayako, saying,

"I want to see you again. Please give me your phone number."

The business card indeed bore the name of the top-tier company Ayako had guessed.

Mitamura, who had treated Ayako like a slave, returned to his usual amiable kiss after the game, his attitude softening, as if to prove that what he had said was just a game. A week later, there wasn't a particular reason for it. If it hadn't been a week, Ayako was afraid the other person would think she was rushing things, that she was already impatient. Also, the hope was for the same Friday, and that was the reason Ayako waited a week.

Hesitating on the phone, Ayako's mind kept replaying the scene of their intercourse that night.

For the past week, every time she thought about it, Ayako's body burned with a fiery heat, even feeling an unbearable itch.

Now, fueled by a fire burning deep within her, Ayako slowly pressed the button.

It was Mitamura himself who answered.

"This is Ayako…"

She had thought about it many times before making the call, but upon hearing Mitamura's voice, she felt ashamed and disgusted by her actions, rendering her speechless.

"Is this Ms. Ayako?"

Perhaps wanting to avoid being overheard, Mitamura asked in a low, hurried voice.

"Yes…"

"I've been waiting for your call."

Ayako's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Since you're calling, I really hope you'll call sooner."

Mitamura lowered his voice further, saying,

"I'm sorry, I can't see you."

The unexpected answer left Ayako speechless.

"It's alright…"

she said, quickly hanging up.

Ayako's mind was in turmoil. She had assumed that calling would have made Mitamura readily agree.

It was like a sudden blow to the head, a wave of intense self-loathing washing over her.

How could she have done something so shameless…? Her heart was filled with regret and humiliation. She was even furious with herself for this.

I don't know how long I stood there, but as my hands rested on the phone, it rang.

I calmed myself before picking it up. It was Kyoko calling.

"How did it go? Did you decide what we talked about last time?"

"What?..."

"Really, it's about introducing you to a man. Someone absolutely has to meet you, the writer Uno Kotaro. You've heard of him, haven't you?"

"Hmm..."

Mentioning Uno Kotaro, although he wasn't a pornographic writer, his novels were sure to contain erotic scenes. I'd never met him in person, but Ayako had read his erotic serial novels in magazines.

"I mentioned you to him, and he said he absolutely had to meet you."

Not only that, Kyoko also decided the time and place for Ayako and Uno to meet.

"Kyoko, you can't do this. I haven't..."

Kyoko seemed to want to break Ayako's confusion, continuing,

"I know, but I'm not sure yet... You mean you're still hesitating, right...? These things aren't something you can decide just by thinking about them. Whether you want to try or not depends on whether you can let go of this."

"This..."

"Hehe, Ayako, didn't you already have a history of this?"

Kyoko laughed, pointing out Ayako's inner confusion. Ayako thought Kyoko was referring to their lesbian relationship.

"You actually found a man at the bar, Ayako is quite remarkable."

Why did Kyoko know about Mitamura...? Ayako was surprised and flustered at the same time.

"The other person is Mr. Mitamura, right?"

"But... why did you..."

"He's my customer."

Kyoko said something that Ayako found hard to believe.

She actually told Mitamura about this to test whether Ayako would be seduced by a man, and then found out the time and place of the meeting with Ayako from Misuzu. Misuzu, knowing the truth, also brought Kitamura, who was also a customer of Kyoko's bar, to meet Ayako.

Such an outcome, that incident…

“Mr. Mitamura seemed quite satisfied with Ayako, which is why he gave you his business card. I told him, however, that she's married and we shouldn't get too involved.

But at the time, I didn't know if you would call him, but Ayako, it's best not to get too deeply involved with just one man. Mr. Mitamura seems still hung up on her, but I'm the one who introduced women to him in the past, so he listens to me.”

Not only that, Kyoko also knew about the relationship between Mitamura and Ayako.

“I was worried it might be a big blow to you, so I thought about calling you a week later. Just then, I heard you called him,

so I called you immediately. Hehe, you probably can't forget that night either.”

Ayako felt her secret exposed and panicked. Although it was all premeditated, accepting Mitamura's temptation was Ayako's own choice, and she couldn't be angry with Kyoko…

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Chapter Three: The Pleasure of Being Bound

Arriving at the hotel a little earlier than the agreed time,

Ayako was still hesitant. Standing in front of the hotel, she didn't have the courage to go in.

It was a warm, sunny spring afternoon. Contrary to the comfortable weather, Ayako was so nervous she almost felt nauseous.

Just then, seeing a coffee shop on the other side of the road, Ayako suddenly felt thirsty, so she crossed the intersection and went inside.

Sitting down by the window, she felt inexplicably relaxed.

Three days ago, Kyoko had told her on the phone about what had happened between Ayako and Mitamura, and then urged her to date the erotic writer Uno Kotaro.

At the time, Ayako neither agreed nor refused. However, Kyoko seemed to think she had agreed. Or rather, since Ayako had already slept with Mitamura, she would inevitably agree to date Uno as well… After agreeing on the time and place, she unilaterally hung up the phone. Of course, Ayako could refuse afterward.

For the past three days, Ayako hadn't done so, just remained hesitant, and so, until today, she came here still in a state of indecision.

Ayako drank her coffee, looking out at the hotel on the other side of the road.

There were automatic doors on either side of the hotel entrance, and a revolving door in the middle; the door would rotate whenever someone entered or exited… Ayako stared blankly, imagining herself pushing that door open and entering the hotel.

The constantly revolving door… she went in and came out again. This scene kept flashing through her mind.

Suddenly, the thing she was hesitating about didn't seem so serious; it was actually quite simple.

Ayako stood up, feeling as if the weight on her heart had suddenly vanished, her mind blank.

Stepping out of the café, the gentle sunlight suddenly felt like summer, causing a slight dizziness.

She crossed the intersection again, reached the hotel, and pushed open the revolving door.

In that instant, she tensed up, her heart pounding, almost unable to stand.

Looking around the hotel lobby, she felt that all the men and women there were looking at her simultaneously.

And they all seemed to see right through her; they all knew she was there to do *that* with a man. Thinking this, her heart began to tremble.

"Mr. Uno wears sunglasses, and he'll have a red handkerchief in his suit's breast pocket; he's easy to spot. If you're not satisfied from a distance, leave immediately."

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