Before and After Training a Married Woman (Part 1)

Before and After the Training of a Married Woman (Part 1)

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Prologue
A Sunday afternoon... The streets of Aoyama were bathed in spring sunshine.

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

They were all different in appearance. However, they were all striking beauties,
attracting admiring glances not only from the men entering the café but also from the men passing by.

"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 at the same time.

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

"Really. How could that be?"

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

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

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

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

All three came from wealthy families, attending women's universities known for their large number of daughters from respectable backgrounds. Their personalities, like their appearances, were all
different , and their life experiences varied greatly.

Kyoko had a straightforward, somewhat masculine personality. She was passionate about theater from her student days, joined a theater troupe after graduation, and even
married a male member of the same troupe, but divorced a year later. What she used to do as a side job became her main profession.

Meiling, perhaps due to her profession, looked younger than her actual age. She had a carefree personality since her student days, often saying she wanted to find a
rich man to marry quickly for a comfortable life. However, she remains single despite working as a broadcaster.

Ayako, the most feminine of the three in appearance and personality, was the opposite of Meiling in her student days, hoping to become an office worker. While Kyoko
and 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.

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 or not? 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's words to Ayako about "occasionally taking Ayako out for a stroll" never dreamed they would lead to such an unexpected
result...

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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 devoured. 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. And in her lower abdomen, there was a hint of the deep sensuality of a mature woman.

As Ayako examined her own naked body, a lewd atmosphere suddenly arose within her, and a sweet, fiery itching sensation spread deep within her body, from her groin
to the inner thighs.

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

Under such circumstances, even if her husband's sexual performance was incomplete, she would still 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 this particular night,
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, she adopted a bold posture with one foot on the edge of the tub, her fingers reaching under her pubic hair to separate her labia. She aimed the showerhead
directly at that area.

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

"Ah… ah…"

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

"Ugh…"

The feeling of orgasm made Ayako involuntarily twist her waist, and soon she came.

After a lazy shower, 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.

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 talking 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, Misuzu had taken her out for nighttime strolls a few times. She also went to bars or discos for fun. 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 your 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, did you have something else you wanted to say? I'm not saying life is boring, but that
you 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'm right."

"Why...?"

"I can tell. It's not about arguing with your husband, or your husband having an affair and you can't bring yourself to talk about it, so 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 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 . 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 . 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 showered together."

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

"Ever since my trip with Misuzu and the other two during my 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 laughed at each other.

Urged by Kyoko, Ayako stood up from the sofa. Seeing the spring sunlight shining on the balcony,
she felt She felt her body starting to heat up and followed Kyoko into the bathroom.

After they took off their clothes, Kyoko gazed at Ayako's body and said...

"Your body is still as beautiful as before, and even sexier. Even I, a woman, like it. I want to bite it."

"Stop staring at me. Kyoko, your figure is the same as in our student days, it hasn't changed at all."

Their compliments weren't flattery; both of them truly had excellent figures and almost translucent

white 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 felt like they were melting, 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 her hands down on Kyoko's hands between her legs as if in distress. If she let her continue to caress her like this, she might really
not be able 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... um..."

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 trembled, squatting down as if about to fall.

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

Kyoko laughed, picking 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...

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

Before showering... her husband called promptly at 7:30 that evening. Every time, it was their son, Yusuke, who answered the phone. It had become a routine for

Yusuke to report his day at kindergarten to his father, say goodnight, and then go to sleep . Her husband called at the same time every day because he wanted to hear their only son's voice, not to talk to Ayako about anything. 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 care. When she answered 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 his child, seemed very happy. "What are you doing tonight...?" "Oh, I have a client appointment tonight, and I might have to entertain afterwards, so 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 she do? Ayako, holding the phone receiver, felt a sense of dissatisfaction.

Working is understandable, and I don't want to complain about it. At least I have that understanding, but I can't just think about Yusuke; I should consider my wife
's feelings and be more understanding.

As she did her makeup, Ayako thought about the phone call from her husband 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 pressed tightly over the other, bent to cover her lower abdomen.

"Let's find everything..."

Kyoko whispered, then pressed her body against Ayako's. Both of them 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. On the contrary, she felt a mysterious sense of inversion, so excited that she found it
difficult to breathe.

At first, they explored each other's kisses with their tongues. But it gradually became more passionate, and soon turned into a greedy, fervent, deep kiss.

Then Kyoko took a quadruped position, straddling Ayako.

As their nipples rubbed against each other, she twisted her upper body, causing their nipples to rub against each other subtly.

"Ah..."

An unbearable itching sensation made Ayako groan involuntarily, arching her chest.

It was gentler and more delicate than any man's caress. Her nipples, rubbing against each other, quickly became erect, accompanied by an intense, burning itching sensation.

"Ah...more..."

Ayako cried out inwardly as she arched her chest.

Kyoko seemed to have noticed 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 bounced. Kyoko's tongue licked around the erect nipple. Her fingers pinched the other nipple in the same way.

"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 be having difficulty breathing.

Kyoko's body gradually moved downward. "It's like caressing Ayako's curves with your hands and lips..."

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

"No..." The words that reached her lips were swallowed back.

Kyoko's face 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, closed her eyes, and turned her face away.

*Squeak...* Kyoko's tongue slipped between her petals.

Ayako's body trembled.

Her upper body arched back as she began to pant.

Kyoko's tongue found her clitoris, gently licking it with a seemingly non-contact sensation, sometimes flicking it lightly.

Ayako's body was already arched, unable to bear the intense pleasure any longer, letting out a sobbing moan, 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 hand touched her legs, Ayako boldly and proactively spread her legs 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 the clitoris, or rotating on it.

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, the 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 flame. 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. 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 vulva.

"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, looking down and smiling at Ayako, who was still in the afterglow, her body still convulsing.

"How was it? Did you get a little satisfaction? 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 vulva, she inserted her fingers for the first time.

"Ugh..."

A strong pleasure spread throughout Ayako's body.

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

"Does it feel good?"

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

There...still needing more...Ayako, whose hips were being played with by Kyoko's finger, quickly reached another climax of arousal.

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

A trembling sob escaped her lips, her whole body convulsing.

Kyoko giggled.

"Still wriggling."

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

"Ugh...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, but now she was shocked. Her erect clitoris, just as Kyoko had said, was the size of
the first .

Kyoko parted Ayako's legs, bringing their genitals into close contact. They then rotated their hips, rubbing against each other. The friction between Kyoko's and Ayako's clitoris produced a
numbing sensation.

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

After their endless homosexual encounter, they lay wearily side-by-side on the bed, the sunlight streaming into the bedroom through the lace window almost fading.

"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 know Kyoko had homosexual inclinations."

"I don't have that inclination. I just want to seduce a sexually frustrated married woman."

"Really... I thought you were experienced..."

Ayako glared at Kyoko, still excited. At that moment, Kyoko chuckled, turned around, took a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it
. Then she turned back to Ayako and said,

"Would you like to play around with a man other than your husband?"

"What did you say?"

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

"Do 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, don't you care? Can you live in a state of constant
sexual ?"

"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, flicking her finger at Ayako's still-resonating nipple.

"Ah..."

Ayako groaned, arching her back as the sweet pleasure from her nipple 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, something she wouldn't normally wear.

Then she put on black trousers, fastened with a suspender belt.

Even her husband had never seen her dressed like this. She could feel the thrill of sneaking out at night, keeping it a secret from her husband and son. Regardless of the
possibility 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 door .
He was probably asleep, probably tired from playing all day.

While putting on her shoes in the entryway, she suddenly remembered Meiling's words about "Cinderella." Tonight, Ayako and Meiling were meeting at a

lounge. Meiling arrived at the lounge first. She raised her hand

to Ayako. Ayako approached Meiling, confused. Previously, Meiling had always come alone, but this time Meiling had a companion—a
middle-aged man dressed in a manner that clearly resembled 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 that 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 mean you think that way too?"

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

Kitamura quickly interrupted 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. Getting married soon is the best proof."

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

"What jealousy... that's too much..."

Meiling glared at Kitamura in a high-pitched voice.

"However..."

Kitamura glanced at Ayako, who was smiling, and said with a judgmental look,

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

Ayako was a little displeased to find that even this kind of thing was being discussed.

"Things that are already in your hands lose their appeal; I guess all men are like that,"

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

"It seems things aren't going well."

Kitamura smiled wryly, got off his high stool, and left his seat as if to make a hasty retreat, probably to go to the restroom.

"You're really something."

Hearing Ayako say this, Meiling gave a mysterious smile, raised her glass, as if to say, "Did you figure that out?

" "What do you think of him?"

"He gives off a very good vibe."

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 situation."

With that, the meaning of Meiling and Kitamura's conversation became clear.

"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, almost self-deprecatingly. Ayako thought she was bluffing; Meiling was probably more serious than Kitamura, who was married.

Just then, Ayako saw Kitamura return from the restroom and tactfully said to Meiling,

"It's okay..."

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

Meiling couldn't hide the joy on her face as she apologized. She took Kitamura's hand, said sorry again, 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 Meiling 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, such bold fantasies were something the old Ayako would never have had.

Whether a woman naturally becomes like this at twenty-eight, or whether 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, Meiling and Kitamura's relationship gave her a strange sense of excitement.

Meiling and Kitamura would probably just go straight to a hotel. Thinking of this, coupled with the alcohol, she felt a burning heat 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 around thirty years old, with a neat hairstyle and suit, but no particularly striking features—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 polite, contrary to his bold gesture.

This approach didn't win Ayako's favor. Ignoring the man sitting next to her, having overheard Meiling's conversation, she
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 term!"

"Romantic..."

This was Ayako's first time speaking.

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

Ayako found his explanation too far-fetched.

"Maybe. Something 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 must ask you, what kind of romance will unfold here?"

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

"You seem very confident, but there are still 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 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 this thought crossed her mind, images of Misuzu and Kitamura making love appeared in her mind, making her feel
lightheaded and hot all over. The itching sensation in her lower body confused Ayako herself.

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