Next Day...
After dropping Yu-chan and Shin-chan off at school, Sarada returned home and changed into her typical comfortable attire: a lace-trimmed white tank top and high-waisted denim shorts. The tank top was perhaps too thin for the summer heat, and she hadn't bothered with a bra, making the silhouette of her breasts and the outline of her nipples noticeable beneath the fabric. It was ideal for a relaxed day working from home, striking a balance between casual and comfortable.
Just as Sarada was about to dive into her tasks, the doorbell rang. She paused, taken aback by the sudden interruption. Standing at the door was Mr. Tanaka, her neighbor, wearing a smile that seemed overly familiar. Feeling slightly embarrassed by her attire and not expecting any visitors, Sarada felt her cheeks flush slightly.
"Good morning, Mrs. Sarada," Mr. Tanaka greeted, his tone cheerful. However under his cheerful tone, she sensed something slightly off . His eyes lingered on her figure a bit too long, making her uncomfortable. This was the first time that her long term neighbor came over specifically asking for such a minor thing as sugar. The unexpectedness of it all made her lips tighten into discomfort. But —they were neighbors, and she couldn't turn him away.
"Of course, Mr. Tanaka. Just give me a second," Sarada replied, turning to head to the kitchen but when she turned she realized Mr. Tanaka comfortably followed her inside without a word of prompting . The soft click of the door closing behind him made her jump slightly. Glancing back, she noticed he had already made himself comfortable on her sofa, his eyes following her every move.
"Mr. Tanaka, please make yourself at home," Sarada said, maintaining a steady voice despite the unease growing inside her.
"Take your time," he responded, his tone casual, but his gaze was anything but. It roved over her in a way that made her stomach churn with discomfort.
She quickly grabbed the sugar bowl from the kitchen cabinet, her thoughts running wild with uncertainty. Handing him the sugar, she tried to avoid his gaze although it was hard to avoid the ghastly eyes on her body. The discomfort clung to her like a chill wind on flesh.
"Do you need anything?" She asked with a anxious tone, seeing him sitting down more comfortably in his place, and looking at her breasts like a hunter was looking at his prey, but her words made him look away at the moment.
"I have something to ask you, can you please sit down ," He said , but his face was telling there was a very bad intention he was carrying.
Sarada hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to refuse, but her polite nature and the societal expectations of neighborly courtesy pushed her to comply. She perched on the edge of the armchair across from him, her back stiff and her fingers gripping the cushion's edge.
"What did you want to talk about, Mr. Tanaka?" she asked, her voice steady despite the nervousness bubbling inside her.
He leaned back into the sofa, his gaze never leaving her. "I couldn't help but notice that you're home alone quite often, Mrs. Sarada," he began, his voice smooth yet laced with an unsettling undercurrent. "And with children as young as yours in school most of the day. Your husband is also not in home for so long, it can be hard to get everything done but such a big house to look after can be hard.
Sarada's eyebrows furrowed slightly, confusion mixing with her unease. "I manage just fine, thank you," she replied, not liking where this conversation was heading.
Mr. Tanaka chuckled, a sound that grated on her nerves. "Oh, I'm sure you do. But it must get lonely, doesn't it? A beautiful woman like you, home alone all day." His eyes lingered on her figure again, and she fought the urge to squirm under his gaze.
Sarada's grip on the cushion tightened. "Not really. I have plenty to keep me occupied," she said, her voice cooler this time. She was about to stood up, but then suddenly he brought out his phone from his pocket.
"Occupied with this ?" He turned the phone screen towards her, as her expression changed instantly looking at the recorded video as her face turned completely red in embarrassment, surprise , astonishment all at once, as she was completely naked in the video, laying in her bed, and not just her ...
"So ... These are the things that keeps you occupied right ?" He said, and in an instant, he switched his seat in the sofa, as he sat down at the same sofa Sarada was sitting in, closing the distance between the two, as Sarada's face turned completely dark, 'How did he... How ?' She questioned in her mind.
Sarada's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the screen, her mind racing with shock, disgust, and sheer panic. The video wasn't just of her—it also showed Yu-chan.
"With your own son ? What a slut you are... Mrs. Sarada," He commented.
"What... Do ... What do you want ?" She asked nervously, some how managed to gain the courage.
"I won't send this video to your husband or release it in internet, in only one condition...If you are becoming a slut, then be it for me,"
He closed in the distance between them by a little more, as Sarada wanted to move , but she was sitting at completely the edge of the sofa, so there were no space left to move Anymore.
"Don't... Don't Move. 1 tap and your husband sees this video, 2 tap and the whole world does, so be careful at what you do, Mrs. Sarada." He commented, as she froze at her place, and at the same time he closed in the distance and sat right beside her as one hand went towards her and touched her hand slightly, "Don't be afraid, I will be gentle," He commented, as his hand started to touch her hand and slowly making way towards her body, but before that, Sarada started to pull away and stand up, but, he caught her hand quickly, and pulled her down at the sofa immediately, "Mr. Tanaka..." Only word she was able to say in the moment.
"We will be doing this for you... For your and your husband's good... Even I don't want your relationship to break apart, do you ?" He asked with a evil looking smile. As he pulled her towards him , though, she tried to get away, but then again, the video, the thought of it, made her completely still, as he pulled her very close to his body and wrapped his one hand around her and putting it at her waist.
She again tried to get away, as his wrap around her broke, "Mr. Tanaka, Please... We can find some other solution to this..."
"I have a very good one already, don't want to waste it , do you?" He pulled her towards him again, as she tried to fight back, "Just imagine the face of your Husband when he watches the video of His son FUCKING his mom and she is having fun , while he is out,"
"Don't do it, I will do anything you say..." She finally said.
"Good girl, first of all don't move..." He said, as he pulled her again towards him, wrapping his both hands her whole body, but this time, she didn't fought back this time, as his hand slowly went down and reached her crotch area, and moved his hand over her pushy over the short, "It seems not having your husband home had quite an effect on you already. You are already soaking wet down here through your shorts just by these little touches." He chuckled as he grabbed her jaw with one hand while touching and rubbing her pussy from top of the short, as she left a slight moan, "Don't worry, for the next 3 months before your husband comes back, I will definitely fullfil you."
[To Be Continued]