"Um, was this really necessary?"
Minori-san took my arm and walked close to me, our bodies almost touching.
She was dressed in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, an office lady outfit I'd specifically requested because I wanted to feel like I was on a date with an older woman. With Minori-san, though, she could pull off any outfit with her natural charm and impeccable figure.
Even now, the buttons on her blouse were straining against her full chest, threatening to pop off, and the faint outline of her crimson underwear was visible through the fabric. The curve from her slender waist to her childbearing hips was a work of art, and the long, shapely legs emerging from the snug skirt were breathtaking.
On the ring finger of that left hand, a ring glinted.
This was the very ring I'd asked Minori-san to wear for this occasion.
"It's necessary. The sense of guilt is completely different whether she's wearing a wedding ring or not. You know how hot it is when a married woman cheats on her husband with another man, right?"
"Ugh, Yosuke, you pervert..."
"I won't deny it. But you get aroused by it too, don't you, Minori?"
As I stroked the sinful curves of her hips, accentuated even more by her clothes than by naked skin,
"Ah♡"
She shuddered slightly, trying to suppress a moan.
Under her knee-length skirt, Minori wore a bright red lace thong.
The fabric was too scant to conceal her genitals—it was lingerie designed solely to please a man.
No, that's not all. She must also get aroused by wearing such erotic undergarments herself.
She's the epitome of a married woman, radiating an overwhelming amount of pheromones that irresistibly attracts every male within range.
And I'm the one who gets to monopolize her, strutting proudly down the street with her arm in mine.
This feels absolutely wonderful.
"They must all think you're a lecherous married woman, frustrated and cheating with a younger man," I whisper in her ear.
"Lecherous married woman? Eeeek! That gives me goosebumps!" Minori-san giggles, wriggling her hips with delight. Despite her protests, she seems to be enjoying this scenario, a little embarrassed but clearly amused.
"I wonder what they think of me, Yosuke-san?"
"Me?"
"With your height and your sense of style in casual clothes, they might think you're a college guy who's a bit of a playboy."
I think I'm about 173 centimeters tall, according to the last time I measured.
It's not short, but it's hardly exceptionally tall.
But I guess from Minori-san's perspective, always looking up at me, it must seem tall enough.
Besides, my sense of style in casual clothes is entirely thanks to Minori-san, who always picks out my outfits.
The simple outfit of a red plaid shirt and dark blue jeans fits me perfectly, as if it had been tailored to my measurements. It's comfortable and flattering.
The thought that she must have been watching me that closely to know my size so well makes me happy. In turn, I wish I could pick out clothes for Minori-san someday. Though I'd definitely choose something super-sexy and revealing.
"So, the backstory is... a married woman I met at work and a college student?"
"Yep, that works!"
"We work together, listen to her complain about her family, and before we know it, we're close."
"And then we go out for drinks, and on the spur of the moment... Eep! That's the kind of thing I fantasize about!"
"Wasn't that how you and my dad got together?"
"Huh? Really? I've forgotten all that."
Clutching my arm with both hands like a koala clinging to a tree branch, my stepmother giggles and her expressions change rapidly. She looks far younger than her actual age.
People might think we're a college couple.
But what I know for sure is how utterly delightful and smugly superior it feels when men we pass stare openly at Minori-san with blatant lust, and then turn their envious gazes on me for walking so intimately with such a beauty.
"More importantly, aren't you hungry?" My stepmother abruptly changes the subject, tilting her head and gazing up at me. That sly gesture nearly makes my heart waver. I already love her enough, but with every subtle move, she tries to pull me deeper under her spell.
Fortunately, the bustling area around the station we've reached offers countless places to play and eat.
"You must be hungry, after all that exertion."
"Then let's have lunch!"
"Sounds good. What should we get?"
"Can I decide?"
"Absolutely. Whatever you want."
"Then maybe ramen?"
"Huh? Is that really okay?!"
"It's fine. Normally, I try to make proper meals and put a lot of thought into the menu, but on a date, I don't have to cook myself. Plus, wouldn't you rather try something you can't make at home?"
Ah, I see.
Ramen is casual, folksy, and junk food-ish, but it's hard to replicate the flavor at home.
The noodles and broth are cheap at specialty shops, but the preparation must be labor-intensive.
"So, I want ramen with a rich, creamy broth that leaves a lingering taste in my mouth, like Yosuke-san's semen."
"What a way to put it!"
"Was that dirty?"
"Very."
"Let's eat something high-calorie and get energized, both of us."
"I see."
So that's it. I need to build up my stamina. It's still Saturday, and for the next week until Dad gets back, I'll probably be embracing Minori-san every night.
"You're still going to do it, right?"
"I will. I can't not."
"...Mm-hmm♡ You're right♡"
My stepmother shares my anticipation.
She's trying to gauge just how tough I am.
None of the men before me could ever satisfy her.
Even my dad, surprisingly skilled in bed (though I wish I'd never learned that), abandoned this beautiful wife to throw himself into work.
I'm the only one left.
I'll captivate both Minori-san's body and heart, making her mine.
"We should stop by the pharmacy later and stock up on aphrodisiacs," I suggest.
"Should we pick up condoms while we're at it?"
"Do you even need them?"
"What about you, Yosuke-san? I'll do as you say, darling."
"Then no rubber. Everything bare, and we're going for a full-on creampie."
"Hehe, your eyes are shining so intensely, Yosuke-san. It's a little scary."
"Do you dislike it?"
"No, not at all. I love it. Make sure you reach my uterus and plant your baby inside me, darling."
Engaging in conversation far too lewd to be held in a public street, we thoroughly enjoyed our first date.