Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Story) (1-4) Rewritten by Zeel

The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter)
Word Count: 15474 Original Work: autobahn - Aiyu no Epron Rewritten by
:
zeel
Title: The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter)
First published on: Spring Full of Courtyards on 2011/03/25
**************** ... Those under the legal reading age in their local area, or those who are averse to NTR-related content, please exit this page. If there is any suspicion of copyright infringement, this article will be deleted immediately . ********** ... As the heat intensified, Kumiko, realizing the primary cause of her fever, involuntarily gasped and bit her lower lip. It was the heat of lust. In Kumiko's vision, the previously distorted and indistinct colors gradually increased their frequency of movement. With the change in frequency, the hazy image gradually became clearer. "No... this... this won't do..." Noticing that her heart was gradually being drawn to this strange scene, Kumiko tried to calm herself, but her eyes still couldn't tear themselves away from the eerie rhythmic pattern. Why couldn't she close her eyes? No, in fact, they were closed. The scene before her wasn't being projected onto her face, but rather playing endlessly deep within her consciousness, restless and throbbing like a serpentine snake. "No... no... I can't." A breath mixed with excitement escaped her warm lips, the heat spreading throughout her body, a suggestive pain emanating from the tip of her chest. The image stirred, provoked, and caressed her most private emotions within her body. 'Hmm... Ah! No, how could this be...' The heat emanating from her body gradually transformed into a raging fire that baked Kumiko's mature body, bringing an irresistible pleasure. 'No... This can't be...' Kumiko uttered a weak and feeble protest: 'If it's a dream... if it's a dream... wake up... please... please...' 'Beep! Beep be ... A warm, damp sigh made her mouth slightly dry. "Ugh, I've soaked the sheets..." Kumiko sighed again, heading towards the bathroom. Standing at the counter, she prepared breakfast for two while thinking about her dream. After the hot shower, although her body was awake, her mind wasn't fully clear. Kumiko could feel the lingering effects of the morning in her body. It felt a bit like a hangover, and a bit like a slight overeating—not exactly uncomfortable, but something just felt off. "It's about time to wake Jiang Wei up..." Kumiko stood in front of the kitchen counter, shaking her head as if to cut off her thoughts. She put down the breakfast she was preparing and headed towards the child's room. "I'm full~" As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Wei jumped off the chair and, without waiting for Kumiko to finish speaking, grabbed his bag and ran towards the door. "Jiang Wei! You have to eat the okra too!" " I'll eat it when I get back!" Jiang Wei casually made this baseless promise while rummaging through the doorway for his favorite sneakers with a lion and ninja pattern. "Honestly, I don't know whose personality this child inherited from." Kumiko watched the kindergarten senior's actions, shaking her head with a smile. Neither she nor her husband, an associate professor, were particularly youthful and energetic when they were young; how could they have such an energetic child? "Aren't the shoes on the third shelf of the shoe cabinet?" Kumiko pointed to the shoe cabinet next to her. "If you don't hurry up and go down, Ms. Yumi will cry again!" "I'm going down!" After Kumiko's reminder, Jiang Wei quickly put on his sneakers, grabbed his lunchbox, and ran out the door. "Jiang Wei! You can't run in the hallway!" Kumiko ran to the door and shouted to Jiang Wei in the hallway, then couldn't help but laugh. "So, what should I do next is..." After putting the washed dishes into the dryer, Kumiko took off her apron and put it into the laundry basket. She turned on the TV in the living room to listen to today's weather forecast. "Aomori, it's cloudy today!" Looking at the bright sun outside the window, Kumiko's face showed a hint of loneliness. "Today... I should call home, right?" In fact, Kumiko's husband was currently attending an academic conference at a university in Aomori that lasted for three weeks. It seemed to be the annual event in that research field. Kumiko's husband only called three days ago when he first arrived, and then there was no further news. "Darling, I miss you so much..." Kumiko murmured, pressing her hand to her chest. (To be continued) The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter) Original Work: autobahn－Aiyu no Epron Rewritten by: zeel Title: The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter) First published on: Spring Full of Courtyard The Apron of Desire (Kumiko Kanou's Chapter 2) "Jiangwei! The bathwater is full, you can go take a bath!" After waiting for Jiangwei's reply for a long time, Kumiko had no choice but to put down the pickled flower branches she was working on and walk out of the kitchen: "Jiangwei?" "Just a little longer! The cartoon is almost over!" From the direction of the living room, the lines from the currently popular cartoon hero, where the protagonist and his nemesis are having a big showdown, could be faintly heard. "Jiangwei, Mom told me not to get so close to the TV screen, right?" Kumiko shook her head, walked to the TV, and watched her five-year-old child who was completely engrossed in the story. Although he was only five years old, he knew that arguing with his mother at this time was just a futile struggle. Kumiko stared intently at the screen, shifting her body on the carpet and immediately taking a step back about fifteen centimeters. "Seriously, my eyesight will be ruined." Just as Kumiko was about to say a few more words, the phone on the coffee table rang. "Hello, this is the Kano family." Kumiko glanced at the wall clock; the hands were exactly at 5:58. "Ah... Kumiko, it's me." It was a long-distance call from Kumiko's husband, Associate Professor Kano Naoyuki: "Are you alright? Have you had dinner?" "Yes. And you?" Hearing her husband's voice on the other end of the line, Kumiko felt a sense of relief. "I've eaten too. The food in Aomori is surprisingly delicious!" "In that case, why don't you stay there and eat for a few more days before coming back?" "...Just kidding, actually I hope I can come home for dinner tomorrow!" Associate Professor Kano could hear the resentment in Kumiko's voice, his reply tinged with a hint of helplessness and a smile. "Honey, are you tired?" "I'm fine, do you sound tired?" "A little. Did you sleep well over there?" "Don't worry, it's just a bit chilly here in Aomori." "Oh, back home it's already warm enough to wear short sleeves without getting cold!"

Kumiko laughed, chatting on the phone with her husband, who was more than ten years her senior and with whom she had shared six years of marriage and still deeply loved. "Where's Jiang Wei?"
"Ah, wait a minute, I'll have him answer the phone." Kumiko pressed the receiver and called out to her back, "Jiang Wei! It's Dad calling from Aomori!"
"Wait a minute! Just a minute!"
Kumiko looked at Jiang Wei, who was sitting motionless in front of the TV, and moved her left hand away from the receiver. "I'm sorry, Jiang Wei just won't move in front of the TV no matter how much I call him..."
"Ah, it's alright, it's alright, today is the day Raigenmaru airs!" Her husband's gentle voice came from the receiver. "I'm almost hanging up now, everything's fine, don't worry."
"Yes, yes, and at home too, make sure you keep warm and don't catch a cold."
"I'll call home again when I have time. Goodnight, Kumiko."
"Goodnight, darling..."
With a soft "click," Kumiko hung up the plastic-cased receiver and sighed unconsciously.
In fact, although Kumiko always felt a little lonely after receiving a phone call, she felt particularly lonely these past few days. Her husband, a scholar, often traveled to various places for conferences, but this three-week-long schedule was the first time since their marriage that Kumiko had seen him standing by the phone, as if expecting it to ring again. "Mom! Where's Dad's on the phone?" Jiang Wei's voice broke the silence. Kumiko looked up at Jiang Wei, who had run over from in front of the TV, and silently gestured with the already hung-up receiver. "Ah..."
"Dad..." Kumiko looked at the disappointed Jiang Wei and decided to scare her child: "He told Mom that he definitely prefers Raiyuanmaru to talking to Dad!"
"No, no, no!" Hearing his mother's retelling, Jiang Wei frowned and protested vehemently.
"Okay, I was just kidding." Kumiko patted Jiang Wei's hair and said with a smile, "You should take a shower, and then go to bed!"
"Yes~"
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Late at night, after finally finishing the pickled squid and shrimp risotto that she and her neighbor, the newlywed wife Xiao Ai, had prepared that afternoon, and storing it in the refrigerator, Kumiko could finally go to bed. But perhaps because she was too busy, she had difficulty falling asleep. Kumiko tossed and turned for a long time before slowly drifting off to sleep. "This is..." A restless image, radiating an inexplicable heat. "...Ugh...Is it happening again?" Like the feeling of having a cold, a slight heat and a sense of fatigue enveloped Kumiko's entire body. Sweating from every pore from head to toe, Kumiko could almost feel the sticky sensation of the sheets beneath her soaked with sweat. "Mmm... ah... mmm..." No matter how she moved her body, she couldn't escape this strange discomfort. Her entire body seemed to be tightly bound by some kind of absorbent membrane, unable to move her limbs at will. She had the illusion that her body was no longer under her control. "Ah... ah... mmm... ooh..." Her breaths were filled with hot air: "Mmm... ah... ah..."
As if waiting for Kumiko to relax, the scenery before her slowly cleared from its murky state. The flesh-colored light distorted and deformed again, forming an image of intertwined figures. "Ah... no... no..." Kumiko felt as if the scene before her was overlapping with herself. A certain restless feeling in her brain, attracted by the image before her, began to slowly spread throughout her body. "No... this kind of thing... I can't look at it..." Restlessness, crawling. The more Kumiko tried not to face the scene before her, the more real it became. A faint friction sound seemed to reach her ears, growing clearer with the rising body temperature. "Ugh... It's so hot... I want to..."
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"Sigh!" Kumiko leaned against the kitchen counter, letting out a heavy sigh. "I feel like my body is acting so strange..." The lingering fatigue, even after a shower, left Kumiko feeling dazed since morning. Not only did she forget to put the used knife back in the knife holder, nearly stabbing Jiang Wei when it slipped, but she also didn't have time to prepare breakfast, resorting to a buttered bread instead. Although Jiang Wei quite liked buttered bread, Kumiko felt that a housewife should prepare freshly made meals. "Ugh, am I getting old?" Kumiko shook her head, picked up Jiang Wei's schoolbag, and prepared to take him downstairs to catch the kindergarten bus. As soon as the door opened, Mrs. Igarashi from next door was pressed against her husband's chest, carefully adjusting his bow tie. "Ai, this is embarrassing!"
"What are you saying? It'll be done soon."
Just as Ai was about to make the final adjustments, Kumiko Kano came out from her own front door, leading Shoichi out, and witnessed Ai and her husband's intimate scene. "Eh..."
"This...that...we...this...Good morning, yes! Good morning, Ms. Kumiko!" Upon seeing Kumiko emerge, Ai panicked instantly, jumping up from her husband's chest, her face flushed, stammering, "Good...good morning!" Ai's husband, Kazuo Igarashi, seeing Ai's expression, also shyly greeted Kumiko. "Hmm, good morning~" Seeing the blushing young couple, Kumiko momentarily forgot her troubles, smiling happily as she greeted them. "Why are you still standing here? Hurry up and go to work!" Looking at her husband, then at Kumiko, then at Shoji, whom Kumiko was holding hands with, and then back at her husband, Ai, embarrassed and angry, slapped her husband's shoulder hard. "Huh?" "Hurry up
, don't dawdle!" Ai pushed him again, signaling him to quickly take Shoji downstairs. A moment later, only Ai and Kumiko remained in the stairwell, staring at each other. After a moment of staring at each other, Kumiko couldn't help but laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled softly. "What... what kind of expression is that! Ugh!"
Kumiko smiled at Ai's reaction, blinked, and said, "What is it?"
(To be continued)
The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter)
Original work: autobahn－Aiyu no Epron
Rewritten by: zeel
Title: The Apron of Desire (Kumiko's Chapter)
First published on: Spring Courtyard
The Apron of Desire (Kumiko Kanou Chapter 3)
The soft sound of typing echoed in the quiet room. Kumiko sat at the computer desk, her eyes scanning the LCD screen in front of her and the original book beside her, while her slender fingers kept typing the translation.
"Hoo~ Save, save." After turning to a paragraph, Kumiko tucked the pressed flower bookmark into the original book, sat down, and stretched. This translation work, half out of hobby and half to supplement their not-so-tight household income, had unknowingly been going on for three years. Thanks to her college friend who was now a magazine editor, she would occasionally receive some interesting translation work. Although the salary wasn't high, it was quite a worthwhile job for reviewing and learning new things. In fact, Kumiko had obtained her English teacher's qualification during her university years. Although it hadn't come in handy after marriage, perhaps she could help Jiang Wei with his English learning at home?
"Clang... Clang..." Just as Kumiko was contemplating how to teach Wei's English and was about to get up to open the study window to let in some fresh air, she suddenly heard the metallic scraping sound of the door opening from the front door. "Excuse me... Is anyone home?" A male voice reached Kumiko's ears. The sudden sound startled her, and she thought to herself, "Did I... Did I forget to take the key off the door? No, I should have rang the doorbell first..."
"Um... Is anyone home?" The uninvited visitor seemed to have no intention of leaving, and the male voice came from the entrance again. As if compelled by something contained in the voice, Kumiko hurriedly responded and walked quickly to the door. "It's Mrs. Kano, right? That's great."
The door opened, and standing before Kumiko was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a sleeveless jacket, with hair reaching his ears, and a handsome face. "Ah...huh?" Silence followed, then a rapid pounding of her heart. Hearing the man's voice and seeing his face, it would take a few seconds to completely reconcile these two figures with the ones in her memory. The surroundings fell into complete silence; the sounds of the wind, children playing in the open space, and even the distant exhaust pipes of cars all failed to reach Kumiko's ears. "Hmm? What is it, Mrs. Kano?" The man called her again when he received no response.
"Eh...this...uh..." Kumiko stared blankly at the young man before her, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"It's been a long time!" The man looked at Kumiko's expression and said happily, "Using my husband's surname to address you has a strangely fresh feel to it. I didn't pronounce it wrong, did I? Chiayi's Chia, and Na's Na, right?"
Kumiko didn't answer. In fact, Kumiko couldn't say anything, so she could only remain silent. "Or should I use your old surname and call you Miss Nomiya?"
Hearing her old surname, Kumiko felt as if she had been hit hard on the back of the head with a blunt object. She was instantly dizzy and weak, and almost fainted on the spot. "Ah...ah...you..." Her hands and feet trembled, everything seemed to be spinning, the ground shook as if it would shatter at any moment, swallowing her into an endless abyss. This must be an illusion—
"Ah! I should still call you by your old stage name, Hoshimiya Yuri, right?"
"No...don't do this!" Kumiko felt as if her vocal cords were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, using all her strength to squeeze out a few words that made her almost vomit blood. At the same time, her vision changed from black to white, and she broke out in a cold sweat of disgust. This...this must be an illusion—or a nightmare! Yes, it's just a continuation of the nightmare from this morning, just a continuation of the nightmare!
Ignoring Kumiko's expression, and of course, unable to hear the screams in her heart, the young man looked her up and down a few times before saying, "Speaking of which, it seems a bit inconvenient to reminisce in the hallway, right? Well then, I'll be bothering you then~"
Before Kumiko could react, the man had already swaggered through the wide-open doorway and entered the Kanou family's entrance hall. "It's a lie—this must be a lie! It can't be like this…this kind of thing—" Kumiko leaned against the hallway wall, unable to believe what she was seeing. "Miss Kumiko, what's wrong?" The devilish voice coming from the living room made Kumiko's heart pound even harder. Incredulity filled her ears and eyes; everything she heard and saw was unbelievable. "Do you need me to help you?" As if to prevent Kumiko from escaping, the young man walked back to the door and patted Kumiko's shoulder. Kumiko was jolted awake by the slap, her face a mixture of fear, terror, and utter helplessness. "Heh, that expression hurts me!"
"You...why...why..."
Seeing Kumiko's jaw and body trembling, the man scratched his head. "Let's go inside and talk. Talking here will only cause trouble for the neighbors."
Yes—this man, this man's affair—this man's affair absolutely couldn't be known by the people nearby. The man's words deepened Kumiko's fear, forcing her to accept that everything before her was reality.
"Hurry inside, Miss Kumiko. Or have you already forgotten my name?"
Trembling. Kumiko had absolutely not forgotten this man's name. No, not only had she not forgotten, but she had tried her best to lock that name deep in the mind, determined never to forget it again in this lifetime—
"Miyuki, Miyuki Kamishiro. You used to call me Miyuki-kun, remember?" Miyuki Kamishiro said to Kumiko with the same childlike smile as seven years ago. ************
Kumiko stood at the entrance, watching Miyuki Kamishiro walk back and forth in her house, unable to take a single step out. She could only weakly try to stop him, "Why are you here... Please, go back..."
"Ugh, saying such hurtful things again." Kamishiro put down his empty drink can and stood in front of Kumiko. "You can't escape now, Kumiko."
Kumiko was so startled by Miyuki's sudden action that she froze, her heart pounding violently inside her full breasts as if she had just run fifty meters at full speed. "Come on, put your hand out."
With the sound of paper rubbing together, a bulging envelope was handed to Kumiko, stuffed with something unknown. "Kumiko, your family should have a DVD player, right? Since you live in such a luxurious apartment and have bought a plasma TV, you must have one, right?"
"...What are you talking about?" Holding the envelope, Kumiko couldn't understand Kamishiro's meaning at all.
"It's the videotapes you made before! They were recently re-released on DVD, and this is your share of the profits!"
The casual remark easily broke down Kumiko's last defenses. The envelope slipped from Kumiko's pale hand, scattering dozens of ten-thousand-yen bills all over the floor. "This won't do! Money is precious!"
"No... Go back! Go back!" Kumiko's knees buckled, her entire being gripped by panic.
"Where's the money?"
"No... there's no need for that. This kind of thing... Please, go back! Go back now..."
The past videotapes, DVDs, re-releases—an unbelievable reality. Kumiko collapsed to the ground, looking at Miyuki Kamishiro with pleading eyes. "If you don't take it, Mr. Hokuriku will be angry with me. This is really a headache..." The man looked at Kumiko with a tone that was hard to be angry with, saying, "No... those things can't... you can't think about them." A pulse, different from her heartbeat, surged through Kumiko's body, a warm sensation gradually spreading throughout her. "Ms. Kumiko, could I borrow your DVD player to play the movie I brought? Um... where's the remote?"
"No way!" With a bang, Kumiko threw the remote to the ground, the batteries rolling off the wooden floor. "Ugh, just take a look! I spent weeks re-editing it, and the quality went from low to high resolution, even the eyebrows and eyes are clear~"
"No! Please take it back, please... take it back!"
"Ugh, I was finally getting back into that feeling..." Miyuki ignored Kumiko's pleas and sat down on the high-end sofa in the living room. How could this happen—a gentle husband, a lively child, a happy family of three... an uninvited guest intruding into this everyday scene made Kumiko's heart ache. "Kumiko... you look so down!" Kamishiro suddenly hugged Kumiko from behind.
"...!!" The strong, forceful embrace made Kumiko feel suffocated for a moment. "...Let me go! Let me go!"
"Mmm~~ What a wonderful scent." The arms wrapped tightly around her full, rounded body from behind, and the warm breath brushed against her slender neck, making her feel inexplicably nervous. "Kumiko~~" The warm breath entered her ear, and an electric shock-like shiver instantly ran through Kumiko's body: "Miss Kumiko, it's been seven years!" A
soft, warm whisper came from beside her ear. If this continued... if this continued, she wouldn't be able to escape. Kumiko struggled desperately, but she still couldn't break free from the man's arms. "You were twenty-two back then, and you're twenty-nine now, right? Your body has become even more beautiful!" "
Ugh... Take your hands off... Let me go..." Kumiko struggled weakly, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web. Knowing it was futile, she still struggled desperately, but this feeble resistance had no effect on the man.
"Since she's not resisting, it means it's okay!"
"Ugh... there... no..." The left hand that had been roaming around her waist suddenly invaded that secret place, causing Kumiko to tremble. "Your reaction is so cute, Miss Kumiko." The man quickened the movement of his left hand, his tone laced with mockery. "No... no... ahh! Haa! Ah!!!! No!" Just one touch sent an unbelievable shock through her body, and a certain feeling that had been dormant deep within her began to yearn to manifest itself. "No... Miyuki-kun, no... I... I'm already married!"
"Oh?" Miyuki Kamishiro smiled happily, her right hand skillfully kneading Kumiko's full breasts. The intense pleasure instantly overwhelmed her remaining rationality, and Kumiko unconsciously arched her back, trying to receive more caresses. "I've always thought you have a wonderfully lewd body, Miss Kumiko."
For a woman nearing thirty, these words still deeply aroused her shame. Kumiko struggled to suppress her instinctive movements, her face instantly flushing red. "That kind of thing, I didn't—"
As if forcing Kumiko to face the truth, the fingers that had been pressing against her skirt began to move violently again. Unlike before, the man's right hand was also kneading the married woman's breasts forcefully. "No matter how much you deny it, your body is still very honest—it's here, isn't it?"
"Mmm!" Miyuki's fingers accurately pinched and kneaded her nipples through her pajamas, the pleasure as sharp as a thousand needles simultaneously stimulating her sensory nerves. "Ms. Kumiko, do you have a lover?" The words uttered by the young man resonated in a certain part of Kumiko's body, her heartbeat instantly quickening. "Don't you?" At Kumiko's denial, Miyuki's face showed a surprised expression, her hands suddenly changing the rhythm of the kneading, the intense pleasure causing Kumiko's body to tremble involuntarily.
"Such a beautiful and alluring, lustful wife is all yours to enjoy, it's truly enviable!"
Although the force wasn't strong, Miyuki's every move definitely stimulated the wife's sensitive areas, causing Kumiko's body to gradually sink into a sweet and painful sensuality, unable to extricate herself. "I'm so curious, since you like men's bodies so much, you must be having sex with your husband every night, right?"
"This...this kind of thing..." The man's question hit the nail on the head, and Kumiko couldn't remember when she last had sex with her husband. "As expected." The man whispered happily in Kumiko's ear, "Miss Kumiko, you've been holding back for a long time, haven't you?"
With a "whoosh," Miyuki lifted Kumiko's skirt, and her nimble index finger instantly invaded between her legs. Kumiko only felt a strong flash of light before her eyes and involuntarily took a deep breath.
"Huff huff~~ Miss Kumiko's all over is wet!"
The intense pleasure numbed Kumiko's strength. The panting from her mouth and nose could no longer deceive her; it was simply the panting of pleasure. Her fingers, moving across her pajamas, made her body tremble with every movement. Even if the man behind her didn't say anything, Kumiko knew her condition. "Your husband probably doesn't know about filming those kinds of videos, right?" The
despicable intentions implied in his words made Kumiko hold her breath instantly: "You wouldn't...you wouldn't want to..."
"Ugh, why do you think of me as that kind of person?"
Her private parts, which she absolutely couldn't let anyone else touch except her husband, were gradually being devoured by the man behind her, and she had no chance to resist. This feeling, this forbidden feeling, ironically gave Kumiko a strange sense of excitement. Her body, no longer sweating, was now covered in an alluring sweat. "Ms. Kumiko, will you do it with me?" Her body trembled with excitement. "Such a silly thing... how could I..."
"Isn't it wonderful? A reunion after seven years. And look, this place is already..." Miyuki's left hand finally slipped inside Kumiko's panties. The moment her wet vulva touched the man's palm, a sweet pleasure surged forth, coursing through her entire body. "You're already so wet and filthy, Ms. Kumiko, you must be suffering a lot, right?" Miyuki's fingers glided smoothly over the outside, the secretions from her vulva aiding in her pleasure, giving Kumiko an indescribable stimulation. So... so good...
"Ms. Kumiko, because you've hidden your lewd nature, you've accumulated a lot of desire, haven't you?" "
No, that's not it!" Kumiko wanted to retort, but couldn't utter the words. The pleasure coursing through her body from her waist gradually eroded her consciousness. In a hazy state, Kumiko seemed to feel that nothing else mattered; she only wanted to wholeheartedly pursue the feeling she was experiencing now. "Miss Kumiko, just once is enough. Just once is enough. Enjoy this long-lost feeling of indulgence, and Mr. Kumiko probably won't find out."
"Hmm...ha...ha...just once...ha...just once is enough?"
"Yes, just once is enough."
"That won't do...no, I'm already married...there...there can't be..."
"Miss Kumiko values family very much! In that case, for the sake of family, you should be willing to do anything, right?"
"Hmm...ha...ha...despicable!"
"What are you talking about?" Miyuki's index finger slid into Kumiko's secret place, skillfully teasing the constantly twitching flower path as she said, "Miss Kumiko...just once, it won't be exposed."
"N-no...that's not it!" Pink mist filled Kumiko's mind, her husband's image swaying gently within it. "If that's the case..." Miyuki pushed her hair aside and gently bit Kumiko's nape. "Ugh! No...there...don't bite!" A dizzying pleasure surged from the back of her neck, sharp teeth simultaneously bringing out a chilling sweetness. A long-lost sense of euphoria filled her mind; how long had it been since she felt that intense kneading on her chest?
"Kumiko-san...it definitely won't be exposed~" "
Darling, save me...I...I'm about to...ah...ah...ahhh...so...so good!" "I haven't felt this way in so long...this feeling, this feeling..." Finally, Kumiko's defenses crumbled. "Down there...down there...it's touched, it's touched down there!"
Ignoring Kumiko's cries, the man's fingers still invaded her forbidden zone, ravaging it and bringing the mature beauty unbearable pleasure. "Ha...ha...no, I already have a husband I love deeply, I can't feel anything...ah...ha...but...I want it so much...
" "Miss Kumiko~~"
"Ha...ha...ahhhhhhh...mmm...gurgle...ha...ha...ah..."
"Just once~~"
"Only...only once?"
"Yes, the first time, and the last time."
"But...but...if my husband finds out..."
"It won't matter! Look—" With a flick of his index finger, Kumiko's body arched instantly, then trembled and groaned. "If we don't tell, no one will know."
"I...if we don't tell..."
"If...if no one tells anyone..." Miyuki cleverly devised a psychological outlet, giving Kumiko, who was about to give in, a reason enough to convince herself to surrender. Then, finally, 'Ha...ha...it'll be more than a week...the master won't be back...' Her heart began to waver, excuses surfaced one by one in her mind, lingering before settling on 'If I handle it properly...if I don't leave any evidence...' Her hands skillfully roamed, the ever-increasing pleasure catalyzing Kumiko's desire to surrender: 'So good...I want...more...just a little more...'
'Miss Kumiko, shouldn't we have a conclusion by now?' The devil's whisper echoed beside Kumiko's reddened ear, 'Darling...I'm sorry...'
'Just...just once...if I don't tell the master...' '
If that way...if it won't be exposed...'
"Kumiko-san, your ears are so cute!"
"No...it's too sensitive there!"
'Ah...I...my ears...I used to like having people suck on my ears...' The pleasure spreading from her ears throughout her body stirred up memories Kumiko hadn't thought of in a long time: 'But...that person...never touched me there...'
'Kumiko-san...come on...do it!'
'...Mmm.'
(To be continued) The Apron
of Desire (Kumiko Chapter 4)
Original Work: autobahn Adapted by: zeel Title: The Apron of Desire (Kumiko Chapter 4) First Published: spring4u 2014/5/31 ******************* ... Those under the legal reading age in their local area, or those who are averse to NTR-related content, please exit this page. If there is any suspicion of copyright infringement, this article will be deleted immediately. Three years later, I left the palace again. Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone! **************** ... But… (Ah… there’s nothing I can do about it, it’s only once… if it’s only once… I… I’m going to have an affair… Jiang Wei… Mom is doing something bad…) “…Right, Ms. Kumiko?” “…Ah! Hmm?” Startled by Miyuki’s call, Kumiko turned her head to the man in a panic. “So, with a bed this big, we can do whatever position we want, whatever kind of H-playing we want!” Miyuki’s words made Kumiko’s body involuntarily boil, her heart pounding, and she just wanted to turn around and run out of the bedroom. “Hoo… Ms. Kumiko…” Kamishiro stretched out his slender fingers and gently touched Kumiko’s trembling earlobe: “You’re amazing, even more beautiful than before… and even more womanly.” “That… that’s not true…” What the man said was something Kumiko didn’t want to hear right now. But in her heart, she was honest, a pure joy welling up because of Kamishiro Miyuki’s praise. "Really, really, we'll see when we watch the DVD together later. It's so much prettier than it was back then." "No...no! Please take that thing back with you!" "Oh, is that so? It seems my husband really didn't know about this DVD. It has some really... amazing footage on it." "No...please stop talking..." Kumiko clenched her hands tightly, barely managing to squeeze out the words from her throat. "Don't be so stubborn." Miyuki reached out and placed her hand on her bare shoulder, making Kumiko tremble violently. "Wait...wait a minute! Please, let me confirm." "Hmm?" "...Absolutely, absolutely don't tell anyone." "I know." Miyuki gently stroked Kumiko's slender neck, causing Kumiko to exhale sweet breath: "As long as Miss Kumiko doesn't tell anyone, it'll be fine." (...As long as I...as long as I don't tell anyone...) A restless pulse emanated from deep within her waist, causing Kumiko's legs to tremble. "No matter how erotic or pleasurable it is, nothing will be exposed." "Really...really?" "Hmm...Come on, Miss Kumiko." Miyuki smiled faintly as she slowly approached Kumiko. ********** ... Miyuki Kamishiro removed Kumiko's undergarments, lifted her short dress to her waist, and made Kumiko lie face down on the bed with her fair buttocks raised, exposing her genitals completely. "Ms. Kumiko, this position is wonderful... I can see everything from her honeypot to her anus." The man played with Kumiko's plump buttocks while looking at the woman's blushing face. "Is this okay? When your husband is working so hard outside..." The man suddenly inserted his fingers into her genitals, causing Kumiko to scream loudly. He then went on to humiliate her further: "On the double bed in the master bedroom, in such a shameful position, exposing your buttocks to a man other than your husband, is that really okay?" "Ha... ah... ha... this kind of thing..." (But really... what I did... really was wrong...) Even if my husband is very magnanimous, if he knew what was happening now, he would never be able to continue living with me. A gentle husband... a lively child... and a happy family... Thinking of all this, Kumiko involuntarily thrust her buttocks higher, wanting to exchange her body for everything she already had. "Can you feel it? There are two fingers inside now?" (I can feel it... I can feel it! Fingers... there are two fingers inserted there...) The sweet sensation that spread from her lower body to her brain was like being slightly intoxicated. Kumiko gripped the sheets tightly with her fingers, trying to prevent herself from easily letting out a pleasurable gasp. (I can't... I can't think of anything...) Just then, the spring mattress vibrated slightly, making Kumiko realize that the man had somehow gotten behind her and could take her at any moment. "Hmm... Ahh..." The hot flesh pressed against her wet secret place, making Kumiko gasp uncontrollably. The thought of being played with by a man other than her husband made Kumiko's heart burn like a nuclear reactor on the eve of melting. "Ms. Kumiko, you seem impatient. In that case, why don't you push your butt back a little more?" "What... Ah... This kind of thing... um... I can't do it..." Kumiko didn't believe her own rebuttal at all. Was there really a way to stop herself from offering herself up? Completely lacking confidence, she thought, "If that's the case..." Miyuki Kamishiro paused, then continued, "Unless you're willing to say it, I won't do it." "...Hmm?" "You have to say: 'Husband, I'm sorry... Your wife, Kumiko Kano, is going to have an affair from now on!' Come on, say it." "——————What! How could this be...?" " If you don't say it, I won't give it to you, Miss Kumiko." The man subtly moved his erect penis, gently stimulating Kumiko's already wet lips. The friction between his penis and her labia made her, already aroused, even more restless. "...So...so cruel..." After struggling internally for a long time, Kumiko finally said, "I...I understand..."

Hearing Kumiko's voice, Miyuki stopped her movements, waiting for the woman beneath her to decide. "Ha...ha...ah...husband...I'm sorry..." Before she could finish her sentence, a sweet stimulation came from her lower body, forcing Kumiko to raise her voice: "You...your...your wife...Kana Kumiko
...haa..."
"Ahhhhhh..." Miyuki quickened her movements, her hard penis rubbing against Kumiko's swollen, engorged
lips. Waves of pleasure broke down Kumiko's last restraint, causing her to finally scream: "Now I'm going to have
an affair! Darling...I'm sorry, I'm going to have an affair now!!!"
"Good, well done, it's good to start like this."
"Ahhhhhhh!!" The desire that pierced her flower path
exploded in Kumiko's brain like an electric shock. In just one moment, Kumiko's whole body convulsed, and sweat
kept seeping from her skin (So...so hard...how can it be so hard...) .
The tsunami of unimaginable pleasure overwhelmed Kumiko's rationality. The
pleasure
, which seemed to be making her lose consciousness and faint, kept impacting her whole body from her lower body. Kumiko could only unconsciously grip the sheets and shake her head wildly, hoping to relieve this excessive stimulation. "It's so tight. You've been holding back for a long time, haven't you, Miss Kumiko?
" "Ha...ha...ah ha... ahh ... " Ughhhhhh!! Ha! Ha! Ahhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! I've been holding back for so long! I've been holding back ! I've been holding back so long!!!!" The sexual pleasure she hadn't felt in her six years of married life finally broke through Kumiko's defenses. (This feeling...this feeling...) The door to her memories, which had been locked since their marriage, opened again, and the sealed memories surged forth like a tide. Yes , the past...this feeling...she was very familiar with this pleasure in the past... She had once succumbed to this pleasure, vowing to give everything for it, even becoming a slave. "Ah...ah...there...there feels so good...it feels so good!" As if responding to the man's rhythm, Kumiko arched her back and began to actively move her hips, hoping to gain more pleasure. "Hoo hoo hoo, it seems that Miss Kumiko has remembered her past self." "Ha...ha...I remember, I remember!" Kumiko kept calling out, feeling as if her whole body was immersed in warm water called pleasure, her whole body overflowing with a heavenly sense of happiness. "Miss Kumiko, what have you remembered? Tell me." "Ah...ah...ah...this...such a comfortable thing...it has always been..." "Has your husband never penetrated you like this?" Miyuki adjusted the angle and slowly stimulated the deepest part of Kumiko's flower path with his penis. For the past six years, her virginity had been untouched by stimulation, and now the glans was scraping against her, the intense pleasure causing Kumiko to moan like a wild animal in the throes of mating, unable to answer. "How is it? More comfortable than your husband, right?" "Ha...ha...this kind of thing! Ahh...so good! Ah...ah!" "You should answer questions properly. How is it? Is it more comfortable here than with your husband?" "Eee!!! So good! There...there feels so good! More...more good than...more good than my...husband!" "In that case, what about here? " "Ughhhhh! No, over there...over there feels so good...! It feels so good!" "Can your husband's penis even reach this kind of place?" "Ughhhhhh!" Pleasure washed over Kumiko like a flood, bringing tears of pleasure to her eyes. At this point, Kumiko no longer remembered where she was. The intense sexual pleasure she had experienced again after so long plunged her into a dreamlike state of selflessness. "Oh dear, your husband doesn't even know where he is? -- This is terrible." "That person... that person's matter..." Kumiko turned her head with difficulty, trying to explain for her husband. "That won't do. You have to apologize for doing something wrong. That's the rule of society. Come on, apologize properly." "Ha...ha...I...apologize?" "Of course. It's Kumiko who's having an affair, not me. Come on, apologize quickly." Miyuki Kamishiro increased the speed of her thrusts again, as if trying to evaporate her brain in one breath. Pleasure, like a pink electric current, attacked Kumiko's brain , making her gasp repeatedly. Her mind was a mess, and saliva that she couldn't swallow spilled from the corner of her mouth, wetting the sheets in front of her. "Ah...darling...I'm sorry..." Pleasure dominated Kumiko, and her crimson lips uttered words of betrayal: "Ah...over there...over there feels so good!" "No, apologize quickly." "Ah...darling...! Darling...! Darling, I'm sorry!...I'm sorry!" "Don't stop, keep apologizing." Accompanied by Kumiko's unfaithful cries, Miyuki's penis continued to thrust into the wife's hot flower path. Kumiko, like a mare held by a rein, kept shouting words of betrayal against her husband under Miyuki's guidance. "Hmm—I want it to be more exciting. Miss Kumiko, when you apologize next, you should say your husband's name along with it." "Ha...ha...ha...ah..." Stimulated by the feeling of transgression, Kumiko sweated profusely, her vest already soaked. Although she was unwilling, she couldn't resist the stimulation of pleasure and cried out softly at Miyuki's urging. "Ha...ah...Naoyuki-san...Naoyuki-san, I'm sorry..." "Sorry for what? Explain yourself clearly." Kumiko could clearly feel the veins rising on the penis slowly penetrating her vagina, and tears of joy welled up in her eyes . Seeking even deeper pleasure, she swayed her fair, full buttocks incessantly, crying out loudly, "...I... Kumiko, the wife of Naoyuki Kano...slept with a wild man...!" (Ah...I'm going numb...my lower body...I'm going numb...) Stimulated by her own words, her body instantly contracted tightly, enveloping the intruder, yet bringing her even more pleasure. "What position did you use to have sex with him?" "Ah...rear-back position...I had sex with him in the rear-back position...!" "Oh, you were fucked in the doggy style, right?" "Yes...ah...ha...in the doggy style...in bed..." "No, Ms. Kumiko, it's not about having sex, it's about being fucked, say it again properly." "Ah...in the doggy style...in bed...ha...ah...so good..."

"Hmm... I still think 'being fucked in doggy style' sounds better."
"Ah... haa... in... ah... ha... ah... in doggy style... being fucked..."
"Hmm... say 'being fucked in doggy style and feeling amazing' again."
"Ah... haa... no... don't do this..."
"No—no. If you don't say it like that, I'll stop." As soon as she finished speaking, Miyuki's thrusting speed immediately stopped,
and each thrust went in shallower than the last, as if she was about to pull the penis out. "Ah... wait... wait a minute! I'll tell you... I'll tell you!" Kumiko cried out in alarm, arching her back to chase the penis
while shouting, "Darling... darling, I'm being fucked in doggy style and feeling amazing ahh ...
"Very good, this is your reward!" The penis that was about to be withdrawn was thrust back in deeply. Kumiko's mind and
body were already on the verge of collapse, and this thrust made it even more unbearable. Her eyes widened, and she gasped for breath,
unable to think clearly. "Orgasm... I'm going to orgasm... I'm going to orgasm!!!" "
Miss Kumiko, remember to apologize properly when you orgasm."
"Ah... orgasm... I'm coming... Darling... Darling... Darling, I'm sorry, I lost it, I'm sorry...!!!!!"
Beep... Beep... Beep... Kumiko could feel Miyuki's penis pulsating inside her, her whole body filled with
the pleasure of intercourse, as if she were floating in a dream. The afterglow of the pleasure made her feel completely comfortable. The despair she felt when
she saw Miyuki was now replaced by happiness. The sensation of Miyuki ejaculating inside her still plunged Kumiko
into deep pleasure. For this moment of pleasure, I'd sacrifice anything ...
********** ... At that moment, Miyuki Kamishiro returned with a beer she'd taken from the refrigerator. "Want some?" The golden beer can had the brand name written in a foreign language—Kumiko's husband's favorite. Kumiko hesitated for a moment at the beer Miyuki offered, but unable to resist her thirst, she reached out and took the cold aluminum can . They exchanged saliva, their heated bodies cooled by the alcohol. Just as Kumiko was about to say something, Miyuki spoke first: " Ms. Kumiko, that was really crazy." "Let's move on to round two, Ms. Kumiko, please take off your clothes." (To be continued) Very cute Electric Fish Gold Coins +15 Repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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