[Before and After Training a Married Woman] [Single Chapter]

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It was a Sunday afternoon…and the streets of Aoyama were bathed in spring sunshine.

The soft sunlight shone on three women sitting by the window in a café facing the street.

Each woman was different in appearance. But all were 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 so active.”

“Really. How could that be?”

“Yeah. We’re just venting about work.”

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-society women. Their personalities, like their appearances, are all different, and their life experiences are also quite different.

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 sideline has become her main profession.

Misuzu, who looks younger than her actual age, perhaps due to her profession, 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, the most feminine of the three in both appearance and personality, was the opposite of Misuzu in her student days, hoping to become an office worker. While Kyoko and Misuzu both had relationships with men, Ayako had none of those scandals… yet she wasn't unpopular; in fact, she was more popular with men than the other two.

Perhaps it was her personality; Ayako in her student days, contrary to her appearance, had an aura that kept men at bay, coupled with high self-esteem and a cautious, timid demeanor towards the opposite sex… so the other two said she was a woman who disliked men.

Ayako, a salaryman, married after less than two years, while Misuzu, who had a strong desire to get married, became the salaryman Ayako had hoped for—it could 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 argued once."

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 sounds 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 giving or not giving? 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, does Ayako crave a little excitement? I have a club and can't accompany her, but Meiling can spare some time. Occasionally, we can 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 this moment, Kyoko never dreamed that her words to Ayako about "occasionally taking Ayako out for a stroll" would have such an unexpected result...

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 no excess fat on her body, and even without biased opinions, she could still be said to have a beautiful figure, not like a mother with a son in kindergarten.

Her breasts were of a good size and shape. Even the nipples still had a mature color, standing upright, indicating that they were ready to be enjoyed.

She also had a slender waist and widening hips; although they had grown larger after childbirth, they hadn't damaged her figure, but rather made her even more sexy than before. Even Ayako herself would be captivated by her. And in her lower abdomen, there was a hint of a mature woman's deep sensuality.

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

Ayako thought this was understandable. This mature body had been idle for two or three months.

Under such circumstances, even if her husband's sexual activity was 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.

Entering the bathroom to shower, Ayako was already stimulated by the water droplets hitting her breasts, buttocks, and thighs.

Standing in the bathtub, leaning against the wall, with one foot boldly on the edge, she slipped her fingers under her pubic hair, parting her labia. She aimed the showerhead directly at her.

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

“Ah…ah…”

A surge of pleasure made Ayako moan involuntarily. Her knees trembled involuntarily, a sweet, tingling sensation spreading from deep within her womb to her back…

“Mmm…”

The climax made Ayako involuntarily twist her hips, and she came quickly.

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

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

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

It was already 2 PM on Sunday, but Kyoko seemed to have been in bed just a short while 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 talked in the living room and kitchen, Kyoko made coffee and returned to the living room.

"But you have an easy side too…"

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

Hearing Kyoko say this, Ayako could only smile wryly.

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

This made Meiling 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 nighttime strolls?"

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, did you have something else you wanted to say? I'm not saying life is boring, but I have a bigger problem..."

"A problem?"

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

Ayako was quite surprised by Kyoko's keen sixth sense.

"Looks like I was right."

"Why...?"

"I could tell. If it's not about arguing with your husband, or your husband having an affair, and you can't bring yourself to say it, then 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 came to Ayako's side, who was sitting on the sofa, put her hand on Ayako's shoulder, and gently urged,

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

Ayako was still hesitant.

Ayako's husband, Tachibana, and Kyoko weren't completely unrelated. Tachibana was originally a guest at Kyoko's club. At a party, Kyoko introduced them, which became the opportunity for their marriage.

At that time, Tachibana fell in love with Ayako at first sight. Kyoko expressed her feelings, and then Tachibana forced her to go on dates and propose. Ayako seemed to be forced to get married.

Thinking that Kyoko would understand the relationship between men and women... Ayako finally told her what she couldn't say.

For about a year, Ayako and her husband had been having sex only once every two or three months, although it was different at the beginning of their marriage. When her husband made advances towards Ayako, the only time his foreplay was incredibly meticulous, almost to the point of licking her entire body with passion.

But since he stopped making sexual advances towards Ayako, his foreplay became perfunctory, and during intercourse, Ayako realized her husband had no interest whatsoever. Even halfway through intercourse, his penis would shrink.

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

In this situation, her husband once made a bizarre request of Ayako: 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 to his request.

"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 those kinds of men certainly exist 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 had no choice but to accept it.

At that moment, Kyoko whispered in Ayako's ear,

"Speaking of which, it's quite a sin for your husband to turn such a charming wife into someone sexually frustrated."

"Kyoko..."

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

"Women can also resolve their sexual frustrations."

Intentionally stroking Ayako's thigh upwards, Kyoko revealed a strange smile.

"Come with me!"

"But..."

As Ayako hesitated, Kyoko placed her finger on Ayako's lips, indicating that she should not speak. Then, she looked at Ayako's lips with a seductive gaze and caressed them with her finger. Then, she cupped her cheeks with both hands and gently pressed her lips against Ayako's.

For some reason, Ayako could not refuse. Moreover, the moment their soft lips touched, her whole body instantly became hot, producing an excitement completely different from kissing a man. When Kyoko's tongue entered, Ayako, as if seduced, also wrapped her tongue around it.

Their tongues intertwined wildly, and Kyoko's hands gently caressed Ayako's breasts. Ayako couldn't help but let out a sweet nasal sound, and under Kyoko's guidance, she also caressed Kyoko's breasts...

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

"Shall we take a shower together?"

Kyoko said softly.

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

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

"Ever since the trip with Misuzu and me back in our student days..."

"Yes...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 shining on the balcony, instead of the disgust she had felt earlier, she felt excited and her body began to heat up. She 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; I almost want to bite it."

"Ugh, stop staring at me. Kyoko, your figure is exactly the same as it was in school, not changed at all."

Their compliments weren't flattery; both women genuinely possessed excellent figures and almost translucent,

fair skin. If there was any difference, it was that Ayako's hips were fuller than Kyoko's.

"You'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 the 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.

Her body felt like it was in a dream, and Ayako even put her tongue into Kyoko's mouth, hoping that this beautiful dream would never end. Their

smooth skin attracted each other and pressed tightly together. The hot water felt incredibly comfortable on their hot bodies. Kyoko kissed Ayako's neck and earlobes lightly, and then had Ayako turn around so she could hug her from behind.

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

Kyoko cupped Ayako's breasts in her hands from behind and whispered in her ear.

Ayako felt Kyoko's hot breath and the caress of her soft tongue on her ear. When her breasts were being rubbed, her bones almost melted, and Ayako's breathing became rapid.

Feeling Kyoko's breasts pressed against her back and the stimulation of her pubic hair on her buttocks, Ayako felt an unusual excitement, her head spinning, 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 the mysterious crevice.

Ayako couldn't help but arch her back, her body trembling with an electric-like pleasure. Kyoko's fingers caressed between the petals, finding the most sensitive clitoris, where she skillfully drew circles 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 down on Kyoko's hand between her legs with her 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."

"Because..."

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

Kyoko smiled and wanted 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, mysteriously, she said,

"Showering is wonderful."

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

"Ah...uh..."

Excited moans echoed in the bathroom, and Kyoko's face, tilted back, showed a pained expression.

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

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

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

"No...no..."

Ayako's voice trembled, and she squatted 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, her husband called promptly at 7:30.

Every time, it was her son, Yusuke, who answered the phone. After reporting his day's events at kindergarten to his father, Yusuke would say goodnight and go to sleep—a routine he'd made.

His husband called at the same time every day, not to talk to Ayako, but because he wanted to hear their only son's voice.

His concern for Ayako had noticeably changed 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 nothing to say, but Ayako still couldn't let it go.

Ayako believed that children are children, and couples have their own way of showing affection.

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

"I heard Yusuke won the race."

"Probably."

"My athletic ability isn't good; it's probably 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 quite late."

"Is that so..."

"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 dissatisfied.

It's understandable that he's doing it for work, 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 of her.

As she put on her makeup, thinking about her husband's call, Ayako 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 pressed tightly over the other, bent to cover her lower abdomen.

"Let's find everything..."

Kyoko said softly, then pressed her body against hers. Both were naked. After a light kiss, she slipped her tongue into Ayako's mouth.

Ayako felt no aversion to kissing another woman. In fact, she experienced a mysterious, inverted feeling, so excited she could hardly breathe.

Initially, their kiss was a tentative exploration of each other's tongues. But it gradually grew more passionate, soon becoming a greedy, fervent, deep kiss.

Then Kyoko took a quadrupedal position, straddling Ayako.

As their nipples rubbed against each other, she twisted her upper body, creating a subtle friction between their nipples.

"Ah..."

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

It was gentler and 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 nipple from top to bottom with her tongue.

"Oh..."

Ayako's body suddenly jerked. Kyoko's tongue licked around the erect nipple. Her fingers pinched the other nipple in the same motion.

"Ah...ah..."

Ayako's head tilted back. Kyoko alternately sucked on the nipples in her mouth, or flicked them with the tip of her tongue. At this moment, Ayako couldn't help but twist 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 at this moment. 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's hands gripped the sheets tightly, closed her eyes and turned her face away.

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

Ayako's body trembled.

Kyoko

's tongue found the clitoris, and with a feeling of almost touching but not touching, gently licked it, 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, and as she arched her upper body and trembled, 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 couldn't help but lick Ayako's labia again with her tongue.

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 breasts down to her lower abdomen with her fingers. When she reached the wet entrance of Ayako's vagina, she inserted her fingers for the first time.

"Mmm..."

A strong pleasure spread through Ayako's body.

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

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes...yes...ah..."

There...more force...Ayako, who was being played with by Kyoko's finger and kept writhing her hips, quickly reached another climax of arousal.

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

A trembling sob escaped her lips, and her whole body convulsed.

Kyoko giggled.

"Still wriggling."

Kyoko's fingers were still inside Ayako's vagina.

"Mmm...no..."

After pulling her fingers out of Ayako's shameful lower body, Kyoko parted her labia for Ayako to see.

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

Before this, Ayako hadn't had the composure to look at it, but now she was astonished. Her erect clitoris, just as Kyoko had said, was about 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 even 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 tendencies."

"I don't have such tendencies. I just want to seduce a married woman who is sexually frustrated."

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

Kyoko glared at Kyoko with an expression still full of 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 a man other than your husband?"

"What did you say?"

Ayako was surprised by the suddenness 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 constant sexual dissatisfaction?"

"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 Ayako's still-resonating nipple.

"Ah..."

Ayako groaned, arching her back. The sweet pleasure from her nipple traveled like an electric current to her clitoris, causing her to involuntarily clench her thighs.

After finishing her makeup, Ayako prepared 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 bikini bottoms, in particular, were a butterfly-shaped design she wouldn't normally wear.

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

Even her husband had never seen her in this lingerie. This outfit gave her the thrill of a clandestine night out, a secret from 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 and quietly opened Yusuke's 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." Tonight, Ayako and Meiling were to meet at a lounge.

Meiling arrived first and waved to Ayako.

Ayako approached Meiling, confused. Previously, when meeting Meiling, she always came alone, but this time Meiling had a companion—a middle-aged man dressed young, clearly someone in the same industry as her.

"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.

Meiling and Kitamura both drank 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 yourself?"

"Well… you'll have to guess…"

Kitamura quickly interjected, joining the two women's 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 doesn't actually dislike men. Her quick marriage is the best proof." "

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

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

Meiling glared at Kitamura in a high-pitched voice.

"But..."

Kitamura looked at Ayako, who was smiling, and said approvingly,

"Turning such a charming woman into a 'Cinderella,' I really don't understand what you, husband, mean by that."

Ayako was a little unhappy to find that even this kind of thing was being discussed. "Once

something is obtained, it loses its appeal; perhaps all men are like that."

Meiling looked at Kitamura and said. It seemed like she was getting revenge for what he had just said...

"It seems things aren't going well."

Kitamura smiled bitterly, got off the bar stool, and left his seat as if he had chosen the best of the thirty-six stratagems, probably to go to the restroom.

"You're really something."

Hearing Ayako's words, Meiling gave a mysterious smile, raised 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 earlier.

"But are you serious about him?"

"It's hard to say... half of it is natural, and the other half I don't know 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 Meiling,

"I'm fine..."

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

Meiling couldn't hide the joy on her face as she apologized, took Kitamura's hand, said another apology, and left the lounge with him.

Ayako, now alone, suddenly felt uneasy, and it seemed inappropriate for a woman to drink in such a place.

If she were with Misuzu as usual, she wouldn't have cared, politely handling the men's 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, such bold fantasies were something the old Ayako would never have had.

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

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

She wants sex that provides greater pleasure…

it's not surprising that she occasionally experiences desires that confuse her. Perhaps it's due to the lack of satisfaction from her husband.

Ayako thought she'd just go home for the night. However, Misuzu and Kitamura's relationship 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 someone watching her.

The gaze came from the man sitting two high stools, a distance between 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. She didn't like this type of man.

Just then, the bartender took away Ayako's almost empty glass. Without ordering a drink, he brought her another of the same kind, saying,

"It was a gift from that customer."

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

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

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

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

"May I have a drink with you?"

he asked, his tone surprisingly polite, contrary to his bold gesture.

His approach didn't appeal to Ayako. Ignoring the man sitting next to her, he seemed to have overheard her 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 a very romantic phrase!"

"Romantic..."

This was Ayako's first time speaking.

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

"Why does that count as romantic?"

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

Ayako found his explanation too far-fetched.

"Maybe. Something like this might happen... but would that be 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.

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

"Leave that to me, I promise you won't be bored."

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

Ayako, slightly tipsy, said something that even surprised herself.

"Don't worry about that. I think I'll definitely 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 feeling 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 appeared in her mind, and she felt lightheaded and hot all over. The itching sensation in her lower body confused Ayako herself.

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 inside without refusing. During this time, she hadn't thought about her husband and child at all...

Ayako felt like it was all a story.

However...

when she arrived at the hotel room and finally realized it was real, she suddenly seemed to hear her husband's phone ringing—a phone call that hadn't come in a certain amount of time—and a picture flashed in her mind of Yusuke waking up and calling for his mother to answer the phone. A strong sense of fear welled up inside her.

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

The room that Mitamura had led her into was like a torture chamber.

There was a bed in an iron cage... and in the spacious area in front of it was an obstetrics and gynecology examination table, as well as a terrifying-looking black leather-wrapped wooden horse. There was a large mirror on the wall, an X-shaped gallows, and ropes or whips.

"This is..."

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

Mitamura pulled the bewildered Ayako into his arms and whispered.

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

Due to 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 being treated like a slave and ordered to undress was utterly humiliating.

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

"Hurry up!"

Mitamura roared, cracking his whip.

The whip cracked horribly in the air, making Ayako tremble.

"Aren't you afraid of the 'Cinderella Lady' doorstep?"

Mitamura pointed out Ayako's weakness.

Coming home 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 was worse than leaving this man with such abnormal sexual predilections… but that required 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 a good time all night."

No…

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

When she pulled down her dress, she saw the wall mirror diagonally in front of her. Ayako felt a surge of rage because Mitamura was looking at his reflection. At the same time, he smiled at her, and Ayako had no choice but to turn her face away.

Only then did she realize Mitamura's intentions. He hadn't physically forced Ayako to take off her clothes; he wanted her to perform a striptease, as evidenced by his lewd smile.

Thinking of this, her hands, which were holding up her dress, trembled with shame, and her whole body began to burn.

In a state of intense shame, as she took off her dress, she heard Mitamura whistle.

"So beautiful! You don't look like a married woman…"

He then excitedly added,

"Your lingerie is beautiful, and your figure is top-notch."

She never expected that sexy lingerie could 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 Ayako's bra from behind. As Ayako hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, the bra was pulled down.

"Ah..."

Mitamura grabbed Ayako's hands, which were covering her chest, and forcibly pulled them away, then handcuffed her wrists. Then 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 tips of her high heels barely touching the ground. Of course, she couldn't cover her breasts; her still-fresh nipples stood erect and pointed upwards. As she twisted her body in distress, her breasts bounced.

"What a beautiful body. Your husband doesn't seem to understand the wonder of this body."

Ayako herself might have seen her own body, because there was a large wall mirror in front of her.

A naked body, with her hands dangling above her head, was only covered by black panties, garter belts, stockings, and high heels.

She hurriedly bent one leg and wiggled her hips. Otherwise, her pubic hair would be visible through the transparent panties.

"Your panties are really sexy,"

Mitamura said, grabbing Ayako's breasts from behind.

"It would be a shame to take them off right away..."

he whispered in her ear, then used his lips and tongue to tickle her neck and earlobes, while his hands continuously kneaded her full breasts.

Ayako shook her head frantically, her breathing becoming erratic. A sweet, involuntary ripple of pleasure 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 from the engorgement, and a numbing, sweet sensation spread through her lower body.

Mitamura twisted and pinched her erect nipples. The intense itching sensation in her nipples radiated to her uterus, causing Ayako to gasp for breath and her body to tremble as if in spasms.

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

"No..."

Ayako twisted her hips, but the panties reflecting her black pubic hair in the mirror were also incredibly sexy to her.

At that moment, Ayako gasped again in alarm. Mitamura's erection was pressing against her buttocks. A strong electric current made her uterus itch.

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

Ah...

Ayako panicked, desperately bending her body.

"Look!"

"No, no!"

Ayako shook her head. At this moment, the front of the panties became a very thin strip, deeply embedded in her slit, revealing pubic hair from both sides.

"Look... look..."

Mitamura still elastically pulled the panties upwards.

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

The panties, now a strip, began to stretch and rub against her slit. This caused Ayako to involuntarily wiggle her hips lasciviously to Mitamura's rhythm.

"Wriggling your hips like this means you don't want it? Of course, you don't need your panties."

After saying that, Mitamura pulled Ayako's panties off her feet.

Ayako's breathing quickened as she wiggled her hips and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, not just from shame.

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

"No!"

"Strange? What's 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 wiggle her hips, expressing the discomfort in her lower body.

The man's fingers suddenly slid into her clitoris.

"Ah..."

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

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

Mitamura spoke blatantly, his fingers beginning to thrust in and out. As he thrust, his fingertips rubbed against the vaginal opening, the tips touching the cervix.

Ayako could no longer remain silent, letting out excited moans, writhing her hips lasciviously in rhythm with Mitamura's finger movements. Ayako herself could no longer resist doing this.

"Can't take it anymore?"

"No...ah..."

"You keep saying no, so why are you writhing your hips like this? It means you want my fingers to thrust in and out."

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

Why was this man playing with a woman while saying such lewd things...? Although Ayako felt disgusted, she couldn't remain calm.

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

After stroking Ayako's writhing hips, Mitamura slapped them two or three times with his palm.

"This ass is really unbearable..."

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

"Oh...don't hit me..."

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

The sound of the whip striking her buttocks mingled with what sounded like a moan 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 again before she could even open her mouth. Red welts immediately appeared on her snow-white, plump buttocks. Her

slender waist and plump buttocks twisted incessantly.

Ayako's hands were still handcuffed and she limply placed her weight on her hands, her chest heaving with each breath.

Her buttocks felt hot from the whipping...but unlike the pain, it was a ticklish, sensual sensation that made her twist her buttocks involuntarily. The fact

that her buttocks were being whipped produced a similar pleasure was unbelievable to Ayako. Then she looked at Mitamura's movements through the wall mirror.

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 her underwear, where a bulge was almost bursting out.

Even as she struggled to breathe, seeing Mitamura's penis revealed as he pulled down 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 nothing compared to her husband's.

If such a thing were inserted, thrusting and stirring inside…

Just thinking about it made her womb feel hot, and her body began to tremble.

“You’re already a married woman, why are you 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 reading Ayako’s mind, Mitamura teased her.

“Don’t talk nonsense…”

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

“There’s no need to be polite here. Just say it frankly, ‘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 I can…”

Ayako stared at him nervously, but Mitamura not only didn’t care, but also wore a smug smile.

"Really? I thought you'd ask me the same thing."

"Ask? Me? Don't be ridiculous..."

Ayako was so angry that she could calmly observe him. But with her body suspended, she couldn't speak on equal footing, and regret was inevitable...

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

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

What was he going to do? Ayako looked at herself in the mirror again

, her naked body suspended in the hotel's torture chamber-like room. She was completely different from the person she had been drinking with Meiling not long ago. Her

first affair was like this...

Just as she was regretting it, she saw Mitamura return. But for some reason, he was holding a razor.

"Now you should ask for sucking, right?"

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. 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? Shave it, or suck it?"

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

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 violently, trying to get rid of Mitamura's hand. At that moment, a whip lashed her buttocks.

"Ah...don't hit 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, cupped it in her mouth and, in a fit of despair, began to tease it with her tongue.

Ayako rarely did this with her husband. It wasn't that Ayako disliked it, but 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, and felt the penis become more erect and powerful, Ayako would feel even more excited and pleasured in her genitals.

But that couldn't happen now. It shouldn't... Although she thought this, as she felt Mitamura's penis swell and become more 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 stage, which 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 this!"

Mitamura grabbed his pubic hair and pulled hard.

"Ouch..."

Ayako screamed and looked around. A strong sense of shame washed over her, making her dizzy. Her eyes were wide open to their limit. The petals, adorned 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 parted the petals, he stroked her clitoris.

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

Ayako felt intense arousal, but still shook her head forcefully.

Mitamura began threatening to shave her.

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

"Tell me! What's this called?"

"This… vulva…"

Ayako murmured dreamily. Her whole body was enveloped in a fiery sense of shame and abnormal excitement…

"Your vulva is itching from wanting a man, isn't it!"

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

"Do you miss my penis?"

he said, rotating his finger around her cervix.

"Ah… I already…"

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

"Um... use your... come on..."

"Do you want me to put it in?"

Ayako, nodding with an aroused expression, no longer hesitated, only 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 to rub 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. Now, she could say anything shameless, even wanting to become more lewd.

At this moment, Mitamura inserted himself. As he inserted himself, Ayako's lower body experienced an itchy sensation that almost melted her completely.

Mitamura began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Look,"

he said, lifting Ayako's body to about ninety degrees so she could see what was happening between her legs. Ayako

stared wide-eyed. The penis, emitting white smoke, moved in and out of the wet, fleshy opening 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 overjoyed, sobbing as she said,

"Ah...good..."

Each time Mitamura thrust in, she felt breathless, her body filled with pleasure. As he pressed against her uterus and twisted, her body felt a melting sensation, and she couldn't help but sob.

When the penis was pulled out, the swollen glans created a powerful friction, and the electric-like pleasure made Ayako's whole body spasm.

Seeing this, Mitamura thrust in violently again. 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, followed by a series of ejaculations, or rather, she was brought to orgasm by Mitamura.

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

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

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

"I want to see you again. Please give me a call."

The business card indeed bore the name of the top-tier company that 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.

Now, a week later, there wasn't a special reason. If it hadn't been a week, Ayako was afraid that he would feel too hasty, that she was already impatient. Also, the hope was that it would be on the same Friday, and this reason made Ayako wait a week.

Hesitant on the phone, Ayako's mind kept replaying the scene of their sexual encounter that night.

For a week, every time she thought about it, a burning fire would ignite within her, even causing an unbearable itch.

Now, fueled by the 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 calling, but upon hearing Mitamura's voice, she felt ashamed and degrading, unable to speak.

"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 can 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 if she called, Mitamura would readily agree.

It was like a sudden, sharp blow, triggering a wave of intense self-loathing.

How could I have done something so shameless… My heart was filled with regret and humiliation. I was even furious with myself.

I don't know how long I stood there, my hands resting on the phone, when it rang.

I calmed myself before picking up the receiver. It was Kyoko calling.

"So? Did you decide what you said 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?"

"Yeah…"

Speaking of Kotaro Uno, although he's not a pornographic writer, his novels certainly contain erotic scenes. Ayako had never met him in person, but she had read his erotic serial novels in magazines.

"I mentioned you to him, and he said he absolutely had to see 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 break Ayako's confusion, continuing,

"I know, but it's not certain yet...you mean you're still hesitating...this kind of thing isn't something you can decide just by thinking. 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 turmoil. Ayako thought Kyoko was referring to their lesbian relationship.

"Finding a man in a bar, Ayako is quite something."

How did Kyoko know about Mitamura...? Ayako was surprised and flustered.

"The other person is Mr. Mitamura, isn't he?"

"But...why..."

"He's my guest."

Kyoko said something that Ayako found hard to believe.

To test whether Ayako would be seduced by a man, she told Mitamura about it and then found out the time and place of the meeting with Ayako from Misuzu. Misuzu, also aware of the situation, brought Kitamura, who was also a customer at Kyoko's shop, along to meet Ayako.

This led to that incident…

"Mr. Mitamura seemed quite satisfied with Ayako, which is why he gave you his business card. I told him she was married and we shouldn't get too involved. However, at the time, I didn't know if you would call him, but Ayako, it's best not to get too involved with just one man. Mr. Mitamura seems to still be 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 haven't forgotten that night either."

Ayako felt her secret had been exposed and panicked. Although it was all premeditated, Ayako had accepted Mitamura's temptation herself, and she couldn't be angry with Kyoko…

She arrived 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.

Then she saw a café on the other side of the street, and suddenly felt thirsty, so she crossed the intersection and went inside.

Sitting down by the window, she felt inexplicably relaxed.

Three days earlier, Kyoko had told her about what had happened between Ayako and Mitamura on the phone, and then advised her to be with the erotic writer…

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