The teacup was set down with a quiet clink.
"Just some humble tea," said the beautiful woman with neat black hair, smiling softly.
My gaze slipped from that smile down to the deep valley between her ample breasts.
What a scumbag I am.
"N-No, please, don't go to any trouble!"
Completely flustered, my voice cracked.
Damn it, what if she thinks I'm creepy?
But the older beauty remained cheerful the entire time.
"By the way, Shinta-kun, you said you're in college, right? What year?"
"Ah, just a freshman."
"So you just started?"
"Yeah."
"That's nice. Sounds fun."
"Haha, I thought so too at first… but it's not quite what I imagined."
"I see."
"I thought I'd get a girlfriend in college… but no luck so far."
"Really? Shinta-kun, you're cute—I'd think you'd be popular."
"Eh? R-Really?"
It was probably just politeness, but being praised by a beauty like Shizuno-san made me giddy.
"Shizuno-san must be popular too, right?"
"Not at all. I'm just an old lady now."
"Oh, come on."
As I said that, my eyes flicked to a photo on the dresser.
It showed Shizuno-san standing with a kind-looking man.
"Is that your husband?"
When I casually asked, a faint shadow crossed Shizuno-san's expression.
"My husband passed away. Five years ago."
"Eh…"
I was at a loss for words.
"…I-I'm sorry."
"It's fine, no need to apologize. I miss him, but I've made my peace with it."
"I see… So, Shizuno-san, you live here alone?"
"Yes, that's right. That's why I'm happy you came, Shinta-kun."
Seeing her faint, fragile smile made my chest burn.
"Shizuno-san! If it's okay with you, I'll keep coming to this house—!"
Maybe I got too worked up—I accidentally knocked over the teacup.
The spilled tea soaked my lower half.
"Ah, crap!"
"Oh dear!"
Shizuno-san grabbed a damp cloth and moved closer to me.
"Eh?"
Then, she started wiping my lower body.
"W-Wait, Shizuno-san?"
"Sorry, I know it's uncomfortable, but hold still."
"It's not that I mind…"
At that moment, the collar of her blouse—leaning forward—loosened slightly.
I could see the deep valley beneath.
I wanted to sink into it.
"Ah—"
I let out a small sound.
From excitement, it stood at attention.
And Shizuno-san saw it—right in front of her.
She froze completely.
Th-This is bad!
Just when we were getting closer, she's gonna hate me now!
I desperately tried to explain, but my brain wouldn't cooperate.
Then, Shizuno-san quickly pulled away.
"W-Well, that was unfortunate."
"Ah, no, it was my fault."
An awkward silence fell.
"…I should get going. Thanks for the tea."
I tried to leave in a hurry.
"Shinta-kun."
She called from behind me.
"Thank you for today. Come again, okay?"
Shizuno-san smiled, tilting her head slightly.
Seeing that smile, my stiffened heart softened.
"Y-Yeah!"
And with a grin of my own, I left.
*****
After the young man was gone, she stood in the kitchen, rinsing the cloth.
She turned on the faucet, water flowing.
Glancing at the cloth, she recalled what had just happened.
"…It was big."
He was a little timid but kind. A sweet boy.
But that part of him was incredibly impressive.
"Bigger than my husband's…"
If that thing entered her—
Her hand naturally drifted to her own secret place.
Pushing up her skirt, sliding her panties aside, she touched herself.
She was wet. When she slipped a finger inside, a lewd squelch sounded.
Then, she slowly sank her finger deeper.
"Ah… ah…"
At the same time, her fantasies accelerated.
Of his magnificent thing filling her.
"…Shinta-kun… No, it's too big…"
Biting her lip, she made a pained expression.
Then, she suddenly snapped back to reality.
"…I'm the worst. If Shinta-kun knew what a perverted old woman I am, he'd be disgusted."
Muttering that, her eyes turned to a box in the corner of the kitchen.
Inside were vegetables given to her by a neighbor the other day.
Hesitantly, she approached and picked up the glossy, dark object.
A plump, firm eggplant.
Feeling her breath grow ragged, she gently—
Pushed it inside herself.
"Ah… AAAAAAAAH!"
His was probably… no, definitely even bigger.