Shameful and Pleasant Wife's Diary

The morning sunlight streamed through the clear glass of the bedroom, bathing the room in a warm, orange glow—a tranquility unique to
the early morning .

The alarm clock hadn't even gone off yet, but Aoi Misa was already awake. A few red veins
lurked , as if she hadn't slept a wink all night. Traces of
tears from the previous night clung to her fair, full cheeks…

The large double bed stood there, one side of the sheets neatly folded. The familiar scent of cologne had faded, and
her husband's warmth was gone, replaced by the chill of the morning breeze.

Misa slowly sat up, gazing at the desolate emptiness beside her, a wave of sorrow washing over her.

Three months had passed since their last vacation, their precious first night together. Her husband was still fast asleep, jet-lagged.
Misa had secretly anticipated a second, wonderful night, but a cruel phone call the previous night had summoned her beloved, whom
she hadn't seen for away.

He'd left in a hurry, some of his luggage unopened, returned untouched.
Their contact had ended with a gentle kiss on the cheek at parting.

Her pearly white teeth bit her full red lips, her brows furrowed, whether from anger or disappointment, it was hard to tell
. Despite her best efforts to restrain herself, her beautiful face began to contort.

Opening the wardrobe, a sexy pink nightgown hung at the front, its semi-transparent fabric and
thong seemingly made of only two thin strings. What a sight it would be if her beautiful wife wore it!

(Who knows when she'll be back…)

A strange feeling welled up inside her. Misa almost wanted to tear up the nightgown she'd specially ordered by mail, her face flushed, but she
simply slammed the wardrobe shut—the strongest protest a gentle wife could offer.

She gathered her long, black hair and stood before the full-length mirror.

Her small, oval face had bright, sparkling eyes, and her arched eyebrows were gentle and delicate. Her high, straight
nose gave her a foreign look, and her moist, cherry-red lips, even without lipstick,
were still glistening. Her delicate features, individually beautiful, combined on Misa's face, created a flawless portrait.

Now a wife, Misa has shed her girlish naiveté, exuding
the charm . Especially considering Misa's upbringing and
the influence of music and dance during her youth, her noble气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament) is imbued with intellectual beauty.

Ironically, however, contrary to her elegant demeanor, Misa possesses an extremely sexy and alluring body. Her
slender waist, honed by dance training, seems almost fragile, as if it might break at any moment, while from her waist upwards, her figure is exaggeratedly full.

Her snow-white breasts are round and full; during her school days, Misa even felt inferior about her large breasts.
Of course , now, as a beautiful married woman, she is proud of them. Her deeply undulating breasts, under Misa's deliberate care, remain
firm and show no signs of sagging. Her nipples, rarely touched by her husband, are even still pink.

The mound of flesh behind her is incredibly full, so when the petite Misa buys clothes, even if the size fits
, her beautiful buttocks are always mercilessly compressed. But it wasn't bloated or obese; rather, it was a work of art composed of
curves and rich, vibrant colors.

Misa was petite, yet her proportions were perfect. Her long legs made her appear even taller, although Misa
often thought that dance had given her legs some firm muscle, making them look a little thick.

Because of her personality, Misa dressed conservatively, like a miser stingily hiding her sensuality. She was ashamed to wear
anything revealing, even shy away from showing any hint of sexiness.

Unlike gaudy, colorful flowers that beckon one to pick them, this intelligent and kind-hearted beauty was someone one couldn't bear
to touch , afraid to harm her flawless delicacy, like a pure lily. Now, the lily in full bloom received no
nourishment from the sun or water from the dew, its delicate petals waiting to wither in a dark corner, evoking pity. Suppressing
the rising sorrow in her heart, Misa silently changed her clothes and went downstairs.

After some fuss, a delicious breakfast was finally ready. At this moment, Misa's son—Ya—
lazily sat down at the table.

"It's this again! We eat the same thing every day, it's awful!"

Picking up a golden-brown fried saury, Aya threw a tantrum. "Mom knows, I'll change it up tomorrow
," Misa said patiently, gently persuading, "Just make do with this for now, we're going to be late."

Aya's face showed displeasure, and she threw her chopsticks on the floor.

Misa remained silent, slowly clearing the dishes.

"Oh, right, it seems Mr. Aoki has something to say to Mom, he wants her to come to school..."

Aya avoided her mother's gaze, lowering her head and speaking casually.

"The teacher wants to talk to you... what trouble have you gotten into this time?"

Whether it was because her mother spoiled her, or because the docile Misa was simply not good at disciplining, Aya,
who hadn't inherited any of her parents' good genes, not only did poorly in school, but also seemed to have a rather unruly personality.

"No, I've been very well-behaved lately. Who knows what that old fogey Aoki is up to!"

Seemingly trying to escape his mother's scolding, Aya slung his backpack over his shoulder and hurriedly got up.

Misa noticed something hidden beneath her son's evasive words and sighed.

"Mom knows. Mom will talk to the teacher in a few days."

Misa took a large bill from her purse and stuffed it into Aiko's hand, saying calmly, "Take this and buy something to
eat. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

Aya took the money and finally showed his first smile of the morning.

"Be careful at school, come back early."

Whether he heard his mother's words or not, his small figure quickly disappeared before the door.

Doing her routine as a housewife, Misa picked up the clean clothes and went to the yard. She slowly
hung the white clothes on the clothesline. The air was filled with the scent of laundry detergent, and the warm sunshine made her feel
lazy.

Directly opposite the Aoi family's detached house, an equally beautiful woman was doing the same thing.

Hoshizaki Shizue.

Unlike the quiet and gentle Misa, the outwardly lively Shizue, though also appearing as a refined
housewife , possesses an inexplicable allure.

Judging from her appearance, she should be around the same age as Misa. Perhaps because she doesn't have children to worry about, Shizue's
slender figure is incredibly sexy and alluring. Wearing a sleeveless top, her fair arms are fully exposed. The neckline is
very low, her full breasts, almost bursting out, forming a deep cleavage, swaying with her movements, and
the mysterious protrusions are faintly visible beneath the thin fabric.

"Mrs. Aoi, good morning."

Shizue noticed Misa and greeted her proactively.

"Hello, good morning."

"Is Mr. Aoi not here? I didn't see him this morning..." Shizue asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Yes, he went on a business trip yesterday." Misa said as calmly as possible.

If it were anyone else, Misa would probably have turned her head away and pretended not to hear.

"Ah! Didn't he just come back the day before yesterday?"

Misa clipped the shirt in her hand and responded with silence, but her eyes couldn't help but sting.

"Men are like that, they say they work for the family, but isn't it all for themselves?" Shizue
looked at Misa, who was almost in tears, and comforted her, "Like my husband, he works overtime every day, it's exactly
the same ."

Misa was silent, and nodded slightly in agreement.

"Never mind men, let's go out and have fun sometime?" Shizue asked.

Housewives often organize some classes or activities to relieve the boredom of their lives, and Shizue was
an active person in this community.

Misa secretly admired Shizue's cheerful and outgoing personality, her ability to get along with anyone. Although
she had always been the center of attention since childhood, her shy nature made her stand out from the crowd. Apart from
her true friends, everyone else thought Misa was a proud and rude ice queen.

"Okay."

Misa concealed her feelings, wiping away the tears that secretly dripped from the corners of her eyes, and nodded with a smile.

The two beautiful, lonely wives smiled at each other and then continued with their work...

(Bought pork, tonight I'll make Masaya's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.)

Thinking of the smile that would appear on Aiko's face, Misa's face also lit up with a happy smile.

"Fish, meat, and..."

Misa counted the food in her bag, muttering to herself.

Passing the pharmacy, she saw a crowd of people, housewives vying for space in front of the store, their
energetic chatter seemingly audible even to the next street.

"Nakamura Vegetable Store," the blue cloth sign fluttered in the wind. Amidst the numerous female voices, a male voice stood out,
its deep husky tone particularly prominent. Hearing this voice, Misa's steps suddenly slowed, and her
delicate, crescent-shaped brows furrowed.

Seemingly hesitant about something, Misa appeared slightly uneasy.

Finally, she made her decision, biting her lower lip, and slowly walked into the shop…

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