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"Eri, Officer Fujiwara, please make yourselves comfortable in the living room. I'll go prepare dinner," Yukiko said with her usual grace, giving quick instructions before slipping into the kitchen.
As the lady of the Kudo household, Yukiko still carried her duties with pride. When she wasn't busy with her acting career, she took responsibility for the family meals herself. And as hosts, it was unthinkable for her to let their guests—Eri or Ran—lift a finger in the kitchen.
Fujiwara Takuya, however, lingered at the edge of the room, watching the sway of her figure as she disappeared into the kitchen. Her elegance hadn't faded a bit; if anything, the years had only made her more enchanting.
Perhaps I could help her, he thought, his lips tugging upward. Cooking side by side… no one else watching. A perfect chance to get closer.
"I'll help with dinner," Takuya offered aloud, stepping forward. "It's a lot for one person to handle."
Yukiko froze for a moment. A flicker of unease stirred in her chest. She knew Takuya too well now—his eagerness to help wasn't just kindness. There was always something else in his gaze when it fell upon her.
Am I really so irresistible that I can drive him this crazy? she thought with a sigh.
"I'll help too," Ran chimed in quickly. Seeing the inspector volunteer, she felt it only right that she contribute as well. "It's not fair to let you do everything alone, Aunt Yukiko."
But before she could rise, Takuya interjected hastily, "No, Ran. You should stay with your mother and chat. I'm good with cooking, so leave it to me. It's improper to let our young guests do housework."
Of course, the truth was different. If Ran followed into the kitchen, how could he possibly flirt freely with Yukiko?
Yukiko, watching this, felt her heart tremble. She knew Takuya's intentions weren't pure—yet she found herself anticipating his presence nonetheless.
She cleared her throat and spoke firmly, "Ran, stay here with your mother. Shinichi, Yusaku—take care of our guests. At most, I'll accept Officer Fujiwara's help since he volunteered. He's a grown man after all."
Takuya smiled faintly and walked into the kitchen. Yukiko followed behind, her steps quick.
The moment the door closed and no other footsteps followed, Takuya moved swiftly. He caught Yukiko by the waist and lifted her slightly, pressing her close.
"Yukiko," he whispered, his breath brushing against her ear, "no one's here yet. Let's forget dinner for just three minutes and share a proper embrace."
Yukiko's pulse quickened. "Don't be ridiculous. Put me down! What's the use of hugging for three minutes? What if my husband comes? Or anyone else? I'll be humiliated."
Her words protested, but her trembling voice betrayed her. She wanted him, and she feared him—both at once. If they were caught, it would mean ruin for her family.
"Don't worry," Takuya murmured, lowering his head to capture her lips. "We won't be discovered. And it will be quick."
Her protests melted beneath his kiss, silenced by the warmth of his mouth.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Yusaku was still deep in conversation with Eri, oblivious to the storm brewing only a few doors away.
Yukiko, however, felt everything—her body tightening, her heart racing. With Takuya, she was learning the dangerous sweetness of a love she shouldn't have.
After a brief but burning moment, Takuya finally released her, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Enough—for now. We should prepare dinner."
Yukiko rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed. Stealing my lips one moment, and then acting like nothing happened the next…
"Fine. I'll handle the cooking. You can help with vegetables."
But Takuya had other plans. He picked up a knife, his expression turning confident. "Allow me. After all, I'm technically freeloading tonight. Eri-san and the others are our guests. The least I can do is prepare the meal."
Yukiko hesitated, then agreed. "Very well… show me what you can do."
With a swift motion, Takuya unsheathed the knife as though it were a sword. His movements were precise and sharp—each slice so fast it blurred before the eye. Vegetables were reduced to perfect cuts in mere seconds, the rhythm like a martial artist demonstrating his craft.
Yukiko's eyes widened. It was just chopping, but it felt like watching a swordsman at work.
Before long, the kitchen filled with a mouthwatering fragrance.
In the living room, heads turned at once.
"What an incredible smell…" Ran inhaled deeply, her eyes sparkling. She prided herself on her cooking, but compared to this, she felt a yawning gap.
Yusaku and Shinichi both leaned forward, anticipation lighting their faces. Tonight's dinner was going to be extraordinary.
"I didn't know Mother's cooking had improved this much," Shinichi muttered sourly. "It was never like this when we lived together…"
His heart tightened with bitterness. Yukiko and Yusaku had left him behind to move to New York, and now her cooking had advanced leaps beyond what he remembered.
Yusaku, too, frowned slightly. He remembered Yukiko as a good cook—but not this good.
Eri, however, kept her suspicions to herself. She already knew the truth. After all, she had tasted Takuya's cooking before… in far more private settings. She would not expose their secret here.
Back in the kitchen, Yukiko tasted a spoonful of braised beef fresh from the pot. Her eyes lit up immediately. "Delicious. I didn't expect it to be this good…"
Dragon Chef cooking truly was extraordinary. She forgot her role as hostess and kept sneaking bites, unable to resist.
"Ahem," Takuya teased lightly. "If you keep eating, there won't be any left for the others."
He glanced toward the doorway to make sure no one was approaching, then slid a hand around Yukiko's waist.
Her face flushed scarlet. She swatted his hand away, eyes narrowing at him. "Don't touch me so casually. This is my home."
Her words were stern, but in truth, she wasn't angry. She was worried. If Yusaku discovered their secret, divorce would be inevitable—and Yukiko wasn't ready for that.
Takuya only smiled faintly and returned to the stove, preparing several dishes at once, juggling two pots with effortless skill.
In the living room, the rich aroma grew stronger. The guests swallowed hard.
"I can't stand it anymore," Shinichi whispered. "I've never smelled food this good in my life."
"Who would have thought Officer Fujiwara could not only solve cases but also cook like this," Ran said honestly, admiration in her tone.
Shinichi's jaw tightened. Fujiwara had already defeated him in reasoning more than once. Now this too? The man was overwhelming in every field.
Yusaku studied Shinichi quietly, noting his son's clenched fists. So, even Shinichi can feel the gap. Perhaps this man really is extraordinary.
Finally, Takuya stepped out with the last dish. "Pepper chicken soup—please enjoy."
The aroma was heavenly. Every ingredient was balanced to perfection, every flavor magnified by his skill as a Dragon Chef.
Yukiko followed closely behind, carrying bowls and spoons. From beginning to end, she had stayed at Takuya's side, tasting dishes, sneaking bites—and enduring his kisses when no one was looking.
He had even fed her soup mouth-to-mouth once, under the excuse of "testing flavor." Each stolen touch made her body ache with anticipation for the night to come.
And as she watched him set the dishes down before her family, Yukiko couldn't help but feel the dangerous truth: her heart longed for the secret life she had with Fujiwara Takuya—more and more with each passing moment.
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Yukiko had barely survived dinner without blushing too much. Takuya had stolen kisses in the kitchen, fed her soup mouth-to-mouth, and brushed her waist with wandering hands whenever he could get away with it. Each stolen touch only made her crave more, reminding her of the passion from the night before.
Tonight, she promised herself, she would not be denied.
So, after the dishes were cleared, she brought out a bottle of expensive red wine from the family cabinet. Her smile was sweet, but her heart beat nervously.
"Honey," Yukiko said warmly, placing the bottle on the table, "I've prepared some wine for you. Please, share it with Inspector Fujiwara."
Kudo Yusaku raised a brow, then chuckled. "No problem. Since we have guests, it's only proper that I drink more than usual." He poured generously, filling both his own glass and Fujiwara's.
Fujiwara suppressed the smirk tugging at his lips. "Then I suppose I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight."
He tipped the glass back with deliberate ease. Yes… drunk. But not me—him.
The wine flowed. Gulp after gulp, Yusaku drank heartily, never suspecting the quiet conspiracy at his own table. Soon his words began to slur, his eyelids drooping. Within the hour, the great Kudo Yusaku was swaying heavily, his face flushed crimson.
Fujiwara, playing his role, slumped back on the sofa and muttered incoherently, pretending to be just as drunk. But under the table, Yukiko felt the subtle nudge of his foot—his secret signal. He was wide awake.
"Shinichi," Yukiko said smoothly, her tone calm though her heart raced, "help your father to his room. And… take your uncle Fujiwara to the guest room as well."
Shinichi winced at the word. "Uncle?" He grimaced inwardly. Fujiwara wasn't much older than him—calling him uncle felt absurd. But with Ran stifling her laughter nearby, he didn't argue aloud.
Ran, though, had her own thoughts. If Shinichi has to call him uncle… does that mean I should too? She bit her lip to hide her smile.
Yukiko turned to Eri and Ran. "Why don't you stay here tonight? There's no need to head back so late."
"Alright then," Eri agreed with a small smile. "Thank you, Yukiko."
And so, the house settled. Yusaku was laid down in his room, Shinichi went to bed stuffed from dinner, and Eri and Ran retired to their guest chambers. Silence descended.
Midnight…
The house was quiet, the halls bathed in moonlight. Yukiko lay awake, her heart beating faster with each passing second. Finally, unable to wait any longer, she reached for her phone and sent a single message.
Moments later, the door to her room eased open with a soft click. Fujiwara stepped in, closing it quickly behind him.
"You left it unlocked," he whispered with a grin.
"Just hurry," Yukiko hissed, shoving him further inside. Her eyes darted to the figure lying motionless on the bed—Yusaku, completely unconscious.
They stood together at the bedside, staring down at him. Yukiko's stomach twisted with guilt. I got my own husband drunk… all to repay Takuya. What am I doing?
Takuya crouched briefly, flicking Yusaku's cheek to test. No response. He smirked. "Unfortunately, Mr. Kudo is already far too drunk. Which means the rest… is up to me."
"Don't provoke him!" Yukiko hissed, glaring at him.
But Takuya only leaned closer to Yusaku's ear, whispering shamelessly, "Brother, don't worry. I'll take good care of your wife. I won't let you down."
Yukiko rolled her eyes. I've never met anyone so shameless. And yet, the heat in her chest betrayed her. Excitement mixed with fear—it was maddening.
"Enough," she muttered, her face burning. "Let's not waste time."
Takuya's eyes locked on her. He had gone through so much today—shielding her from danger, preparing the entire dinner, and finally getting Yusaku drunk. Tonight, he would claim his reward.
Yukiko closed her eyes, her voice trembling. "I'm ready. Here I am."
And so, in the room where her husband lay unconscious, she gave herself to another man.
[R-18 Scene]
Moonlight spilled silver across the wide expanse of the king-sized bed, and the silence of the Kudo household was broken only by the slow rhythm of Yusaku's drunken breathing.
His figure was laid back, oriented to the right, thoroughly enveloped in a sleep from too much wine.
💖 But on the other side of that same bed, Yukiko's body trembled under the fire of a different intoxication—the heat of Fujiwara Takuya's touch.
He pressed her down against the left side of the mattress, the springs groaning faintly beneath their shifting weight, his lips moving with relentless hunger along the curve of her throat.
💖 Every kiss was a theft of her composure; every flick of his tongue against the hollow of her collarbone sent a shiver through her skin. He breathed against her ear, voice low, sultry, teasing.
"Careful, Yukiko-san… if you moan too loud, your dear husband will hear," he whispered, his words like embers sliding into her chest.
His mouth brushed her earlobe, nibbling gently before trailing lower, leaving a searing path down the soft slope that led to the swell of her cleavage.
Her camisole, a whisper of pink satin clinging to her body, barely covered her midriff, leaving her navel exposed to the cold air—and to his hungry gaze.
💖 He lifted the hem slightly with his palm, letting his fingertips stroke the softness of her stomach before sliding lower, gripping firmly at the curve of her hip.
"Takuya…" she hissed, her voice trembling with conflict. "This is insane… Yusaku is right here."
His laugh was quiet, sharp, a predator's amusement. "All the more reason it feels so damn good," he murmured, pressing his lips between the valley of her breasts, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume.
"Danger suits you, Yukiko. You're even more beautiful when you're terrified of being caught."
💖 Yukiko bit her lower lip, clutching at the sheets with white-knuckled fists. Her face flushed crimson, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her core.
She should have pushed him away, should have thrown him off, but instead her body arched slightly into his mouth, her resolve melting under the heat of forbidden passion.
His hand slid lower, cupping the curve of her ass over the thin fabric of her thong.
💖 He squeezed hard, pulling her closer against the hardness stirring beneath his boxers. His voice rumbled, half growl, half chuckle. "I swear, Yukiko… every time I touch you, I think I'll lose control. How do you make me this crazy?"
Her breath came ragged, her eyes darting to Yusaku's unmoving back.
Her husband's steady snores seemed to mock her, each exhale a reminder of her betrayal. But when Takuya's teeth grazed the swell of her breast above the camisole, her guilt twisted into raw desire.
"You're reckless," she whispered hoarsely, arching her neck as his lips claimed her skin again and again. "So shameless… whispering into his ear earlier, calling yourself his brother… you'll be the death of me."
"Death?" Takuya smirked, lifting his head for a moment to gaze at her flushed face. His eyes gleamed with a wolf's hunger. "No, Yukiko. I'll be your life. The part you've been starving for while pretending to be the perfect wife. You want this as much as I do—don't you dare deny it."
💖 His hips pressed into hers, his bulge grinding against her through the thin barriers of fabric.
She gasped softly, her thighs trembling as the friction pulled another wave of heat from her body. His hand kneaded her butt, slipping under the thong strap, fingers digging possessively into bare flesh.
She closed her eyes, her voice breaking into a whisper. "If he wakes up—"
"—then he'll know how much you crave me," Takuya cut in smoothly, his lips brushing her jawline.
💖 He kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, his tongue sliding into her mouth with practiced dominance. "But he won't wake up. I made sure of it. Tonight, you're mine, Yukiko. Only mine."
Her body betrayed her hesitation, arching up to meet his kiss, her nails clawing lightly at his back through the thin cotton of his boxers.
His heat, his scent, the intoxicating danger—it drowned her. Each stolen second made her ache more, made her wonder if she would ever be able to stop once she let him in.
💖 The sheets rustled loudly as Takuya shifted, pressing his chest firmly against hers, his knee sliding between her thighs to part them slightly. He kissed down her sternum, tugging at the delicate fabric of her camisole with his teeth, letting it fall further down to expose the heavy curve of her breast. His voice was a low purr, vibrating against her skin.
"You wore this pink just for me, didn't you? Not for him. Never for him."
Yukiko's breath hitched, shame and arousal tangling together. She turned her face into the pillow, her words muffled but desperate. "You'll drive me mad, Takuya…"
His laugh was deep, triumphant, as he kissed her again—long, hot, unrestrained—while his hand slid further beneath her thong, claiming her in bold defiance of the man sleeping not an arm's length away.
The satin gave way under his grip with a sharp rip, the sound slicing through the hush of the bedroom.
"Ah~", Yukiko gasped, her eyes flying wide as the shredded camisole slipped off her shoulders, baring the full, heavy curves of her breasts to the cool air and his devouring gaze.
💖Her pink nipples tightened immediately, betraying her even before his mouth descended.
"Gods, Yukiko…" Takuya whispered, his voice husky, reverent, wicked all at once. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of this view? Every time you teased me in the kitchen, I imagined tearing them away just like this. Now look at you… perfect, shameless, trembling for me."
💖Her face burned crimson, her breath quick and shallow, but her arms refused to shield her chest. She could only whimper softly as his lips closed over one swollen peak, sucking deeply until she cried out.
"Mmmhnn—ahhh… Takuya!"
Her voice was hushed yet frantic, strangled between desire and fear.
💖Her head fell back against the pillow as his tongue flicked her nipple mercilessly, swirling, tasting, biting lightly until the ache spread like fire down her belly.
He cupped her other breast, kneading it firmly, pinching the stiffened nub between his fingers as his mouth worked the opposite one with shameless hunger.
"Mmmm~"
She gasped again when he switched sides, his lips wrapping around the neglected bud, his teeth grazing lightly before sucking hard enough to draw another cry from her throat.
"Ahhhhn… y-you're leaving marks," she stammered breathlessly, though her back arched to press herself deeper into his mouth.
"That's the point," he murmured against her flesh, the vibrations of his voice making her moan louder.
💖He sucked again, harder, until a deep bruise began to bloom just above her nipple, a brand only he would see tonight. He lifted his head slightly, licking across the valley of her breasts, then biting down just enough to make her gasp again.
"I want you to look in the mirror tomorrow and remember who owned you in this bed while your husband snored beside us."
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a shaky moan. "You're too cruel…"
"Cruel?" he chuckled darkly, flicking his tongue across her nipple once more before kissing lower, tracing wet trails that glistened in the moonlight. "No, Yukiko… I'm generous. I give you what he can't."
His hand slid down her stomach, fingers tracing the band of her thong before pressing firmly against her mound. She jolted, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
"Ahhhnn—T-Takuya…"
💖He grinned, rubbing slow circles over her covered slit, feeling the heat radiating through the thin pink fabric.
The wetness already dampened his touch, and he groaned low in his throat. "You're soaking, Yukiko. Don't tell me that's just nerves. This pussy is begging for me."
Her thighs trembled, her hips betraying her as they lifted against his hand, desperate for more pressure.
She bit down on her lip, trying to silence herself, but the moans leaked out anyway, soft and sweet.
"Mmmhhh… hhhhnnn… s-stop… if he hears…"
Takuya's eyes gleamed, his grin feral. He pressed harder, grinding the heel of his palm against her clit through the fabric, drawing a louder cry from her throat.
"Let him hear. Let him wake and see what his wife really wants. Or keep moaning for me quietly like the slut you've become—I'll take either."
Her nails dug into the sheets, her body jerking beneath his touch as he massaged her pussy with a steady rhythm. Every squeeze of her breast, every wet suck at her nipples drove her higher, the sharp contrast of heat and shame colliding in her chest.
"Ohhhhnn… Takuya… mmhhhnn… I—I can't…"
💖He pinched her nipple hard, sucking again until her back arched violently. "Yes, you can. You're mine, Yukiko. Say it."
Her moan broke into a plea, her voice high and breathless, "I'm… mmhhhnnn… I'm yours…"
Takuya's chuckle was rough, his mouth never leaving her breast as his hand rubbed harder at her drenched thong, dragging more desperate cries from her lips. "That's all I needed to hear."
💖Takuya left her nipples glistening and raw from his hungry mouth, his teeth marks blooming red on the tender swells of her breasts.
Her breasts heaved, beads of sweat breaking across her skin as his lips began a slow descent, painting trails of fire down her trembling body. He kissed across the curve of her ribcage, lower to the flat of her stomach, his tongue flicking teasingly over the dip of her navel.
He nipped lightly at her belly, then licked across it with deliberate slowness, savoring the shudder that tore through her. "Every inch of you wants me… even here."
💖Her fingers clutched the sheets, her thighs pressed tight together in nervous instinct. "Takuya… don't…" she pleaded, though her voice cracked with lust more than protest.
He chuckled darkly, his lips pressing a final kiss just above the tiny bow of her thong. "Don't? That's adorable, Yukiko. You still think I'm capable of stopping now?"
With a sudden, sharp tug, his hands gripped the waistband of her thong and ripped. The thin satin tore apart with a vicious snap, the shredded fabric falling uselessly aside to bare her most private secret beneath the pale moonlight.
💖Her pussy, flushed pink and glistening, was crowned by a neatly trimmed patch of brown hair, the delicate curls framing her heat like a forbidden treasure revealed only to him.
She gasped in horror, her hands flying downward to cover herself.
"N-no! Not there—"
But Takuya's reflexes were sharper. He caught her wrists in one hand, pressing them firmly against the mattress above her head. He leaned back on his knees, his eyes devouring the sight of her spread before him, trembling and exposed.
His voice was low, reverent, and cruel all at once.
"Beautiful. More perfect than I even imagined. You've been hiding this from me? From me, Yukiko?" His free hand stroked slowly through the trimmed curls, grazing her folds with the barest touch. She shuddered violently. "Pink and dripping already… how shameless. You wanted me here the whole time."
💖Her face flamed red, tears pricking her lashes from the overwhelming shame and desire. "You bastard… don't look at me like that…"
"Oh, I'll do more than look." His smirk widened as he lowered his mouth, his tongue darting out to lap slowly along her slit.
"Ahhhhnnnn—!" Yukiko's body jerked, her cry muffled as she bit down on her lip, eyes squeezing shut.
💖He groaned against her, inhaling the scent of her arousal, the taste already slicking his tongue.
"Sweet… sweeter than the wine I fed your husband tonight. He's drunk on bitterness, while I'm drunk on this." His tongue flattened, dragging a hot, wet stroke from the base of her pussy to the swollen bud at the top, flicking at her clit until her hips bucked helplessly.
"Mmmmhhhhh! N-no… it's too much…"
Takuya's hands locked around her thighs, forcing them wider, holding her in place as he devoured her.
He licked deeply, tongue pushing between her folds, curling inside her before retreating to suckle hard at her clit.
💕 LICK! LICK! 💕
The wet, obscene sounds filled the silence of the room, a symphony of slurps and moans that made her nails dig into the sheets.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnn… ohhhhhh… Takuya… stop, stop, he'll hear, he'll—ahhhhhhnnnnnn!"
He didn't stop.
💖He alternated between plunging his tongue deep into her pussy and circling mercilessly around her swollen pearl, savoring every squirm, every muffled scream.
When she tried to twist away, he only pulled her hips tighter against his mouth, groaning as her juices smeared across his lips and chin.
"Look at you… shaking like this, soaking my face," he teased between licks, his voice muffled against her cunt. "Your husband's right here, but you're cumming for me."
His words pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed, thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm ripped through her.
"AHHHHHHHHHH—! Takuyaaaaahhhhnnnnnn—!"
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Hot streams of her release gushed onto his tongue, coating his mouth as he drank greedily, sucking every drop as though it were nectar. He growled low in satisfaction, not stopping even as her body trembled violently, her cries breaking into breathless sobs of pleasure.
💖At last, he lifted his head, his mouth and chin slick with her essence, his grin wicked as he licked his lips slowly, deliberately, letting her see how thoroughly he savored her.
"You taste better than I ever dreamed, Yukiko. And this is only the beginning."
The mattress trembled beneath their bodies, the air heavy with sweat and the musk of Yukiko's climax still coating Takuya's face.
He licked his lips one last time, savoring her taste, before climbing up her body with deliberate slowness. His boxers hung low on his hips, straining against the heat swelling inside, and with a single tug he stripped them down and tossed them carelessly aside.
💖His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the veins standing proud along its length, the swollen head flushed dark and leaking with desire. It throbbed visibly, an intimidating pillar of flesh that cast a shadow over her trembling stomach.
Yukiko's eyes widened as it hovered above her. Even though she had felt it inside her just two nights ago, the sight of him fully revealed made her breath hitch. "I… I forgot how big you are…" she whispered, her voice shaking, pupils dilating in a mixture of awe and fear. Her thighs quivered instinctively, squeezing together, though she knew it was useless.
💖Takuya smirked, grasping his cock at the base and stroking it slowly, letting her watch the length slide through his fist. "Forgot? Then let me remind you again." He dragged the tip against her slick entrance, smearing her arousal and his precum together. "Your pussy remembers me, Yukiko. Look how it's already twitching for me to shove it in."
She whimpered, her hands curling in the sheets. "Takuya… if you put that inside me now, I'll lose my mind…"
He leaned down, his body caging hers, his lips ghosting over hers as he pushed forward. "Then lose it. Lose it for me."
💖With one sharp thrust, he sank inside.
"AHHHHHHHHNNN—!" Yukiko's scream tore from her throat as her body jolted upward, her walls stretching painfully, exquisitely, to accommodate the sheer girth of him.
Her legs flew open instinctively, digging into the bedspread as his cock filled her, stretching her pussy so wide she thought she would split apart.
💖Her breasts bounced wildly from the force, nipples flushed and erect, her hair a tangled halo across the pillow.
Takuya groaned low, his face twisting in savage pleasure as her heat clamped around him. "Tight as ever. Fuck, Yukiko… you're squeezing me like you're trying to rip my cock off."
Her nails clawed the sheets, her back arching violently as he pulled back and slammed into her again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the quiet bedroom.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The rhythm was brutal, pelvis smacking into hers with merciless force, the bed creaking under the full weight of his thrusts. Her eyes rolled back, tears pricking at the corners as her lips parted in ragged moans.
"Mmmhhhhnnn—ahhhhnnnn! Takuya! S-so deep… too deep!"
He captured her mouth in a wet, forceful kiss, his tongue plunging in as fiercely as his cock pounded her pussy.
💖Her moans vibrated into his mouth, muffled cries and gasps dripping with saliva as their lips locked. He broke away only to speak, his gaze possessive, burning.
"You belong under me like this. Every thrust is a reminder—you're mine. Not his. Not anymore."
Her teary eyes fluttered open, her voice hoarse as she whimpered, "I'm yours, Takuya… I'm yours…"
Her admission fueled him further.
His thrusts grew even harsher, his hips slamming down with unrelenting rhythm.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The room filled with obscene sounds: the wet squelch of her pussy sucking him in, the loud smack of skin clapping against skin, the creak of the bed straining beneath their frenzy.
💖Her breasts bounced wildly, her nipples brushing against his chest with every slam. He reached down, pinching one sharply while he drove into her, making her cry out again. "Look at you, Yukiko. Eyes rolling back, drooling on yourself, moaning like a whore under your husband's nose."
"Ahhhhhhhnnnn! Takuyaaaaahhhnnnn—!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing as her second orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped down viciously, milking his cock in spasms, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she bucked against him.
He gritted his teeth, growling, "That's two. We're not done yet. I want one more from you before I paint your insides."
💖She gasped desperately, her voice nearly breaking. "I… I can't… it's too much… my body—ahhhhhhnnnn~!"
He silenced her with another punishing kiss, saliva spilling from their locked mouths as he drilled into her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her flushed skin.
💖His cock pistoned relentlessly, stretching her to the brink, the head slamming into her cervix again and again until her cries rose to screams.
Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, her nails tearing the sheets, her lips trembling with each breathless moan. The room smelled of sex, thick and dizzying, every sound echoing the raw carnality of their union.
Her third orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
"TAKUYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHNNNNN—!"
💕 SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 💕
Her back arched violently, her entire body convulsing beneath him, her pussy spasming in rapid, desperate clenches around his cock. Her legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back as she sobbed from the sheer intensity.
Her walls squeezed so tightly that Takuya's control shattered. His cock throbbed violently, his pace faltering as his orgasm surged. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt, pressing her body down into the mattress under his full weight.
"Fuck…, Yukikooooo—!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT!💕
His seed erupted deep inside, hot spurts flooding her twitching pussy, overflowing with each pulse.
💖He growled, grinding his hips into her as if to brand her insides with his cum, ensuring she was filled beyond capacity.
The final slap of his pelvis against hers echoed as he collapsed on top of her, pinning her trembling frame beneath his sweaty, heaving body.
💖His large cock remained buried inside her, twitching as her pussy milked the last drops from him.
Yukiko sobbed softly against his shoulder, her body utterly spent.
Her breasts heaved against his chest, her legs quivered uncontrollably, her hair plastered damp to her flushed face. Her lips hung open, drool streaking the corner of her mouth, her eyes glassy with exhaustion.
💖Takuya kissed her temple possessively, still panting, his gaze dark and satisfied.
"Three times you came for me… and now you're filled with me. Remember this, Yukiko. No matter what he thinks he owns… your body belongs only to me."
💖She lay trembling beneath him, too weak to reply, her body collapsing under the weight of orgasm after orgasm. And inside her, his cum sat heavy and warm, proof of her surrender, her betrayal, her complete submission to him.
Takuya stayed buried inside her a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her still-twitching pussy milking the last of his release.
His breath slowed, his lips brushing her damp hair as he whispered low, teasing but commanding.
"Don't think we're finished, Yukiko… not yet."
💖She whimpered softly, her body trembling under him, utterly spent. But when he rolled onto his back, his thick cock slipping from her soaked folds and standing hard again, her eyes widened.
The sheer stamina of the man made her heart thud painfully in her chest.
He patted his stomach, his voice husky with both amusement and desire. "Come here. Straddle me. I want to see you ride me tonight."
Her face flushed scarlet, shame and anticipation colliding in her chest. "Ride you? I… I can't… Takuya, I'm not—"
He cut her off with a sharp grin. "You can. You will. I want to watch your hips grind on me, your tits bouncing while you take me inside you like a hungry little slut. Climb on."
Her thighs quivered as she obeyed, crawling forward on shaky arms until she straddled his waist, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.
💖She reached for his cock hesitantly, guiding it to her dripping entrance, the tip brushing against her folds. The contact made her gasp, her body already betraying her.
"See?" he purred, one hand gripping her hip. "Your pussy's begging for it already. Sink down, Yukiko. Show me how much you want it."
Her lashes fluttered, her teeth catching her lip as she lowered herself slowly, the thick head stretching her all over again. "Mmmhhhhhhnnn… ahhhhhhhnnnn!" Her moan broke out as inch by inch his cock disappeared inside her, filling her once more.
💖When she reached the base, fully seated on his cock, her head fell forward, strands of hair tumbling across her flushed face. Her breasts swayed lightly as she panted, her hands pressing against his chest for balance.
Takuya groaned low, his eyes dark, fixed on the sight of her. "Fuck, Yukiko… look at you. Sitting on my cock like you were made for it. Bounce for me."
Shyly at first, she lifted her hips an inch, then sank back down, her pussy gripping him tight.
The sensation made her gasp, her moans spilling freely as she began to find a rhythm. Slowly, she rose higher, then dropped back down, her breasts bouncing heavily with each motion.
"Ahhhhhnnnn~… T-Takuyaaaahhhh… it's so deep…!"
"That's right," he groaned, cupping her breasts and squeezing them, his thumbs teasing her nipples until she whimpered. "Ride me like you mean it. Faster."
💖Her hips obeyed, bouncing harder, her thighs slapping against his as she took him in again and again.
Each descent made her walls quake, her clit grinding against the base of his shaft, sending sparks up her spine. Her head tipped back, her hair wild, her lips parted in wanton cries.
"Ahhhhhnnnn! Mmmmhhhhhh! So good… Takuya, it feels so good—!"
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her rhythm, slamming her down harder onto his cock until the room filled with the sound of wet flesh meeting flesh.
💖Her breasts swayed violently, the peaks flushed and stiff, and he sat up suddenly, capturing one in his mouth, sucking hard while she rode him.
"oooh~"
"Haa!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, clutching his shoulders for balance as his tongue flicked her nipple, his teeth tugging while his cock stretched her from below.
💖When he released her, his gaze locked on hers, intense and possessive. "Look me in the eyes while you cum on my cock. Let me see your face."
Her eyes, half-lidded with lust, locked onto his.
The intimacy, the sheer dominance of his command, made her hips grind faster, desperate to obey.
She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest as she rode him harder, her clit dragging over him with each stroke, her moans rising in pitch.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnn! Takuyaaaahhhhnnnn! I'm… I'm cumming again—!"
Her body shuddered violently, her pussy spasming around him as her second orgasm ripped through her.
Her legs shook, her hips grinding desperately to prolong the pleasure, her breasts swaying above him as she screamed his name.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He snarled, gripping her hips tight, thrusting up into her from below to meet her grind. "Yukiko! Ffffuck—take it all—!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
With a final deep thrust, his cock buried itself to the hilt inside her, pulsing violently as his seed erupted again, hot spurts flooding her womb.
💖Her climax milked every drop from him, her pussy twitching greedily around his shaft as he groaned, holding her down on him.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, her hair sticking to her damp face, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her lips brushed his skin, her breath ragged, moaning softly even as the aftershocks rippled through her.
His hands stroked her back possessively, his voice rough but tender in her ear. "That's it… good girl."
Her legs shook weakly, her body molded to his, her voice little more than a whisper as she breathed, "Takuya… you'll ruin me…"
He chuckled darkly, still buried deep inside her, cum leaking between their joined bodies. "That's the plan."
Her body was still trembling when Takuya shifted beneath her, his cock still heavy and buried inside her.
She whimpered as he slid her off his lap, cum spilling in a hot mess down her inner thighs. Before she could gather her breath, his hand gripped her shoulder and pressed her forward onto the mattress.
"Hands down. Ass up," he ordered, his voice husky and commanding.
Her heart skipped, her body moving on instinct, too weak to resist but too desperate to stop.
💖She lowered her face into the pillow, her hair falling wild around her flushed cheeks, her breasts pressed down and swaying freely beneath her.
Her arms trembled as she propped herself on her elbows. Behind her, she felt his hands spread her thighs, adjusting her posture until her back arched and her hips lifted high, her glistening pussy fully exposed, still leaking with their mingled cum.
"Takuya~…" she whispered, her voice shaky, almost pleading.
He leaned over her, his cock sliding across her slick folds as he positioned himself.
His lips brushed her ear, his voice low and rough, vibrating straight into her spine. "Face down in the sheets, ass up for me, dripping with my cum. You're mine, Yukiko. Every thrust I give you now will remind you of that."
Without waiting another second, he slammed into her from behind.
"AHHHHHHHHNNNNN!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back as her body jolted violently forward. His cock sank deep, stretching her already swollen pussy, the wet squelch filling the room as their fluids coated his length.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The sound of skin smacking echoed rhythmically as his hips pounded into hers, relentless and merciless. His grip tightened on her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her back into each brutal thrust.
Her breasts bounced beneath her, swaying wildly, her mouth hanging open in gasping cries.
"Ahhhhnnnn—! T-Takuyaaaahhhhnnn! Too deep! You're splitting me apart!"
"That's the idea," he growled, slamming harder, his pelvis smacking her ass with every stroke. "Take all of it. Every inch. This is what you were made for."
Her nails clawed at the sheets, her arms collapsing under the intensity, forcing her cheek against the pillow.
💖She moaned helplessly, drool staining the fabric as he used her body without pause. Her back arched tighter, offering herself to him instinctively, her ass rising higher as if begging for more.
"Gods, Yukiko…" Takuya snarled, landing a sharp smack across her ass, the sound cracking loud.
She yelped, the sting only intensifying the fire between her legs. "Your pussy's swallowing me whole. You love this, don't you? Being fucked like this while he sleeps right next to us."
Her voice broke into sobbing moans, her body betraying her truth. "Ahhhhhhnnnn! Y-yes… yes! I love it! Takuya, don't stop!"
He leaned over, his chest pressed to her back, one hand snaking up to fist in her hair. He yanked her head back, his lips at her ear, his growl possessive and low. "Say my name when you cum. Let him hear who makes you scream."
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
His pace grew vicious, each thrust punishing, driving her deeper into the mattress. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets, nipples aching, saliva dripping from her parted lips. Her vision blurred, her moans broke into near screams.
"TAKUYAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNN—!"
Her second orgasm ripped through her, violent and overwhelming.
💖Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him hard, juices gushing out to soak the sheets beneath them.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her ass shaking as she tried to brace against his onslaught, but Takuya refused to let her collapse.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He held her hips tight, pounding through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure to the point of tears.
"Fuck… Yukiko… your pussy's choking me—!" he growled, his thrusts faltering as his cock throbbed inside her.
💖She sobbed into the pillow, shaking, too lost in pleasure to speak, only whimpering his name brokenly.
With a final savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as his climax erupted.
"YUKIKOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH—!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Hot jets of cum spilled inside her, filling her womb again, overflowing to mix with her release. His hips jerked against her ass as he pumped every last drop into her, his groans guttural, possessive, primal.
Her body shook beneath him, pinned helplessly as her pussy twitched around his cock, forced to ride out the aftershocks with him still buried deep.
💖Cum leaked down her thighs, staining the sheets in a messy, glistening trail.
At last, he collapsed forward, his chest pressing her into the bed. His lips found the back of her neck, kissing her sweaty skin tenderly, contrasting the brutality of moments before. He stroked her hips gently, soothing the bruises his fingers had left, whispering against her ear.
"You were perfect… so perfect, Yukiko. Mine. Always mine."
Her trembling legs gave out entirely, but he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest even as his cock remained nestled inside her. She lay gasping, broken with pleasure, her eyes glazed, her lips trembling from the intensity.
SCENE CUT…
Much later in the night, Kudo Shinichi yawned and slipped from his room, heading toward the bathroom. Passing by his parents' bedroom, he froze.
From within came Yukiko's muffled, breathless cries:
"You're too cruel! Do you really have to be so rough? Can't you show a little mercy? Do you mean to break me in half?"
Shinichi's face went pale, then red. He understood instantly. He was no child—he knew exactly what those sounds meant. Poor man. He thought it was his father, Yusaku.
"Dad," Shinichi muttered awkwardly at the door, "keep your voice down, will you?"
Then he hurried away, embarrassed.
Inside, Takuya paused, then chuckled darkly. He pinched Yukiko's chin. "Did your son just call me Dad?"
Panic gripped Yukiko. What if Shinichi finds out tomorrow?
"Don't worry," Takuya said smoothly. "If he mentions it, just say Yusaku was drunk and couldn't control himself. Blame it all on him."
Yukiko blinked. As much as she hated the idea, it was perfect. The hickeys on her neck and breasts, the handprints on her butt—everything could be pinned on her drunk husband.
"Alright," she whispered. "It's decided. We'll say it was Yusaku's fault."
"Poor Yusaku," Takuya said with mock pity, though his grin betrayed his glee.
Yukiko rolled her eyes. He dares to pity Yusaku after everything he's done? Shameless man. And yet, she couldn't stop her heart from racing.
"Takuya," she said finally, her voice soft but firm, "remember this: tonight is only repayment. After this, we are nothing but ordinary people again."
"Really?" His smile widened dangerously. "Then don't blame me for being rude. I might just knock you out so you can't object."
[R-18 Continued]
Yukiko lay boneless on her back, her breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths, her body trembling with exhaustion, her thighs still slick with the mess Takuya had spilled inside her again and again.
Her hair, once perfectly styled, now hung in wild tangles, sticking to her flushed cheeks and collarbone.
Takuya hovered above her, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that could never be satisfied in just one round.
💖His chest heaved with controlled breaths, sweat dripping down his muscled torso, his cock already hardening again despite having painted her womb full minutes earlier.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear, his words sharp with command and seduction.
"You thought I'd stop after just this?" he whispered, his breath hot against her damp skin. "No, Yukiko… tonight, I'll fuck you until your body can't move, until your throat is hoarse from screaming, until your husband would recognize you only by the marks I've left behind."
Her eyes fluttered, tears of exhaustion clinging to her lashes, yet her lips parted with a moan when his cock nudged against her folds again. "Takuya… I-I can't… I'll break if you—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn!"
💖He silenced her with a brutal thrust, sliding back inside her dripping pussy in one stroke. Her back arched violently, her breasts bouncing as the bed jolted beneath them. He crushed her lips in a wet kiss, devouring her cries, his tongue tangling with hers as he began to pound into her with renewed ferocity.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
His pelvis slammed into hers over and over, the wet squelch of her cunt echoing between their moans. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head against the mattress, his weight pressing her down as he drove into her relentlessly.
Her body writhed beneath him, her nails clawing at the sheets, her moans spilling directly into his mouth.
"Mmmhhhnnnn! Takuya! S-so hard… too much—!"
"Too much?" he growled, breaking the kiss to leave a biting hickey along her collarbone, sucking until the skin bloomed purple. He licked the mark, his eyes wild as he thrust deeper, harder. "You say that, but listen to yourself—moaning like a bitch in heat under me. You love this."
Her legs locked around his waist, her nails digging into his back as if begging for more. "Ahhhhhnnn! Yesss—yes, Takuyaaaahhh!"
He fucked her like that until her body seized up, another orgasm tearing through her.
💖Her pussy clamped down, milking him desperately, drawing a guttural groan from his throat. He held himself inside her, grinding deep as her walls convulsed around him.
Her scream was muffled by his mouth when he kissed her again, swallowing the sound of her climax. When she collapsed beneath him, shaking and gasping, he didn't pull out. Instead, he flipped her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees.
She whimpered, her arms trembling, but obeyed. Her breasts dangled beneath her, swaying with every breath, her hair spilling across her flushed face.
Takuya spread her ass with his hands, admiring the sight of her pussy glistening, stretched, still drooling with their cum.
"Fuck, Yukiko… look how messy you are. My cum leaking down your thighs, and yet you're still begging for more."
"I-I'm not—ahhhhhhhnnnnnn~!"
His cock slammed into her again from behind, silencing her protests.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed louder than before as he gripped her hips, pulling her back into his relentless thrusts. The bed frame creaked violently, threatening to break under the sheer force of his movements.
💖Her breasts bounced beneath her with each slam, her nails digging into the sheets as her cries filled the room. "Nnngh~! S-so deep! Takuya, you're splitting me open!"
"That's right," he growled, landing a hard smack on her ass, watching the flesh jiggle before slamming into her again. "Take it. Take all of me. Every thrust is mine."
He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth at her ear. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
💖Her voice broke into sobs of pleasure. "Y-you! Takuya! I'm yours—ahhhhhnnnnnn~!"
Her pussy convulsed again, another orgasm ripping through her. Her arms collapsed, her face buried into the pillow as she screamed, her body quaking violently.
Takuya groaned, gripping her hips tighter, slamming into her until his climax surged.
"Ffffuck, Yukikooooooohhh!"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Hot cum spilled inside her again, filling her to the brim, leaking out to stain the sheets beneath them. He held her down, his cock twitching inside her, forcing her to feel every pulse as he bred her deeper.
But he didn't stop.
💖All through the night, Takuya alternated between pinning her under his weight in missionary and taking her from behind in doggy. Each time she came, screaming his name, he followed with his own release, flooding her pussy again and again until the sheets were drenched, until their cum seeped onto the mattress itself.
Her body grew weaker, trembling, but he kissed her through it—her lips, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs—leaving hickeys across her skin like trophies. His mouth claimed every inch of her, whispering filth one moment and sweet nothings the next, his voice rough with passion.
"Mine, Yukiko. Always mine. Every moan, every tear, every orgasm—you give it to me."
💖Time blurred into waves of pleasure and exhaustion. She lost count of how many times she climaxed—three, five, seven—her pussy raw and swollen, dripping endlessly with his hot seed.
Each position broke her further, his thrusts never losing their brutal rhythm, his kisses never ceasing their demand.
💖And finally, when her voice was hoarse and her body could barely move, he pulled her into one last embrace. He laid her flat on her back, climbing over her in missionary again, his lips pressing to hers in a slow, tender kiss.
"This time, Yukiko… no roughness. Just me… and you."
She whimpered softly, her legs trembling as he spread them wide once more.
💖His cock slid inside her easily, their combined fluids coating every inch, yet the stretch still made her gasp. His thrusts this time were deep and steady, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his lips never leaving hers.
"Mmmhhhnnnn… Takuya…" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes glassy, her voice trembling.
He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her throat, murmuring between each kiss. "So beautiful… so perfect..."
💖Her arms wrapped weakly around his neck, pulling him closer as their hips rocked together.
His cock stretched her perfectly, filling her completely, each slow grind hitting the deepest spot inside her. Her breasts bounced gently beneath him, her hair fanned across the pillow, her lips parted in soft moans.
Their bodies moved in sync, sweat mingling, breaths ragged but intimate. He kissed her again, deeply, their tongues intertwining as his thrusts grew sharper, faster.
"Ahhhhhhhnnnn~! Takuyaaaahhhhhnnn!"
💖Her final orgasm crashed through her like a storm, her body convulsing violently, her pussy squeezing him tight in desperate spasms. Her nails clawed at his back, her legs locking around him as she screamed into his mouth.
"YUKIKOOOOOHHHHHH!"
Takuya roared her name as his climax ripped through him, his cock pulsing violently, flooding her once more. He thrust deep, grinding into her as his cum spilled inside her womb, claiming her utterly.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Her body arched beneath him, trembling uncontrollably, then collapsed, her eyes rolling back as the overwhelming pleasure overtook her completely.
She fainted beneath him, her lips parted, her body limp yet still trembling with aftershocks. His arms wrapped around her instantly, pulling her into his chest, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her sweat-slick forehead.
He whispered softly, tenderly, as her unconscious body rested in his embrace.
"My Yukiko… my love… you're mine, even in your dreams."
And there, with his cock still buried inside her, with their bodies pressed as one, the night finally gave way to silence, broken only by the sound of her exhausted whimpers in sleep.
[R-18 Scene End]
Takuya covered her gently, watching her sleeping form with a strange mixture of pride and possessiveness. "I'll take responsibility," he murmured softly. "Whatever you've lost because of me—I'll repay in full."
Yukiko, however, had fainted again, her body exhausted beyond its limits. Her physical strength was simply too poor to endure his intensity.
Takuya slipped quietly back to his guest room, unnoticed by anyone.
But Yukiko couldn't hear him. She would only awaken to the truth the next morning, with marks all over her body and the weight of her choices pressing on her heart.
Fujiwara Takuya, however, left with one lingering thought: Yes, I am a good man… at least, in my own way.
✨ End of Chapter
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