Ryusei wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, the midday sun beating down on the open garage door. His Lexus sat propped on jack stands, hood up and doors ajar, as he tinkered with the new infotainment system. The sleek touchscreen gleamed under the fluorescent lights he'd rigged overhead, wires snaking from the dashboard to the fresh set of speakers he'd installed in the doors and rear deck. His hands, calloused from years of training and now this DIY project, deftly connected the final harness, ensuring the Bluetooth module synced perfectly with the upgraded head unit. Tools scattered across a red toolbox—screwdrivers, wire strippers, a multimeter—cluttered the concrete floor beside his sneakers.
He'd picked up the Lexus a few months back, a black IS model that handled like a dream on Japan's winding roads. Upgrading the audio had been on his list since the stock system couldn't keep up with his playlists of high-energy tracks for jogs and drives to the gym. Sliding into the driver's seat for a test, he powered it on. The screen lit up crisp and bright, bass thumping from the new speakers as he cued a track. A satisfied grin crossed his face; the sound filled the garage, rich and immersive. Just a few final tweaks to the mounting brackets, and it'd be road-ready.
As he tightened the last screw, a soft voice called from the driveway. 'Ryusei? Do you have a moment?' He looked up, tools pausing in his grip. Venalana Gremory stood there, her brunette hair loose over her shoulders, framing a face with sharp violet eyes that mirrored her daughter's. She wore a light sundress, pale blue fabric hugging her voluptuous curves—full breasts straining the bodice, wide hips swaying slightly as she shifted in simple sandals. The dress ended mid-thigh, fluttering in the breeze, and she carried an air of casual elegance, though her expression held a hint of worry.
'Venalana,' he greeted, straightening up and wiping his hands on a rag. His tank top clung slightly from the garage heat, outlining his lean, muscular compact build—light golden brown skin taut over defined abs and arms honed from Muay Thai. 'What's up?'
She stepped closer, glancing at the Lexus with mild curiosity before meeting his eyes. 'I hate to bother you, but our kitchen sink has been leaking for days. Zeoticus is out of town on one of his long shifts—won't be back for two more days—and I'm at a loss. Do you know anything about plumbing? I could really use the help.'
Ryusei nodded, setting down the screwdriver. He'd fixed worse in the field during his soldier days—leaky pipes were child's play compared to battlefield repairs. 'Yeah, I can take a look. Just give me a minute to wrap this up here.' He wanted to finish the install properly; a loose wire could short the whole system later.
'Of course, take your time.' She lingered by the garage entrance, watching him work with quiet interest as he tested the screen one last time, the music fading as he shut it off. Satisfied, he lowered the car, grabbed a flashlight and a basic toolkit from the shelf—wrenches, pliers, a pipe wrench—and followed her out. The short walk to her house next door felt neighborly, the summer air warm on his spiky black hair with purple streaks.
Inside, Venalana led him through a foyer into a spacious kitchen, all gleaming counters and modern appliances. Sunlight streamed through windows, highlighting the elegant space. 'It's the faucet under here,' she explained, pointing to the cabinet beneath the sink. 'Drips constantly, and when I tried to tighten it, it just got worse.'
'Got it.' Ryusei dropped to his back on the tiled floor, sneakers planted, shorts riding up slightly on his thighs as he scooted under the cabinet. The space was tight, pipes cool against his shoulders through the thin white tank top. He clicked on the flashlight, shining it into the gloom, and started loosening the fittings. Water pressure was the culprit—a worn washer, probably.
Venalana hovered nearby, arms crossed under her ample chest, watching. As he twisted a valve to shut off the flow, a residual spurt escaped, splashing his chest and arms. Cold water soaked through the tank top instantly, the fabric turning translucent and clinging to his pecs, outlining every ridge of muscle from his compact frame.
'Oh no! Are you alright?' She fussed, bending down quickly, her sundress dipping low at the neckline. Her violet eyes widened in concern, but as she leaned in, her gaze caught on the wet shirt molding to his light golden brown skin, revealing the hard planes of his torso—no tattoos, just smooth, earned definition.
'It's fine, really—just a little wet,' he assured from under the sink, focused on the pipe, unaware of her lingering stare. She didn't move right away, kneeling now between his calves, her position intimate without intention, sandals scraping the floor.
Reaching for an adjustable wrench from the toolbox just outside his reach, Ryusei glanced out—and froze. From his angle, her sundress gaped forward, heavy breasts hanging free beneath the loose fabric, nipples faintly visible against the thin material. Heat rushed to his face, a blush creeping up his neck, but he snapped his eyes back to the work, clearing his throat. 'So, uh, how's the rest of the house holding up?'
Venalana blinked, snapping out of her trance, realizing how close she was—practically between his legs. A flush colored her cheeks, and she started to rise. 'Oh, it's—' Her sandal caught on the toolbox edge, and she slipped forward with a gasp, tumbling onto him. Her full breasts landed squarely on his clothed crotch, the soft weight pressing through his shorts. The sudden sensation made his cock twitch, beginning to harden beneath the fabric.
She froze, feeling the shift, her face inches from his thigh, breath catching. 'S-sorry!' But she didn't pull away immediately, the accidental contact sending a forbidden spark through her. Ryusei swallowed hard, shifting slightly to ease the growing bulge, but stayed composed. 'No harm done. Almost got it.'
Thirty minutes ticked by in focused silence, broken only by the clink of tools. He replaced the washer, tightened everything, and tested the flow—no leaks. Sliding out, he mopped up the stray water with a towel she'd fetched, then washed and dried his hands at the sink, the faucet now running smooth.
Venalana stood off to the side, flustered, her eyes darting shyly to his form. The wet tank top still clung, and as he turned, her gaze dropped lower, catching the outline of his cock's print against the shorts—thicker now from the earlier mishap. She bit her lip, unable to look away fully.
'All set. Should hold until your husband gets back.' Ryusei grabbed his tools, heading for the door.
'Wait—would you stay for lunch? Rias is at work until later tonight, and I'd hate to eat alone. Plus, your shirt's soaked; let it dry here. Take it off, and I'll toss it in the dryer.' Her voice was insistent, violet eyes pleading.
He hesitated, glancing at the damp fabric. 'I don't want to impose...'
'Please. It's the least I can do.' She seemed set on it, so he nodded, peeling off the tank top. Shirtless, his lean muscles flexed subtly—broad shoulders tapering to a V-cut waist, skin still glistening faintly. He folded it neatly, handing it over. and then after she tosses it in the dryer and not wanting to leave her prepping alone, he offered, 'I can help with lunch if you want.' She protested at first—'You're a guest'—but his insistence won out. They moved to the counters, chopping vegetables for a light salad and sandwiches. Tension hummed unspoken, mostly from her—brushing against his bare arm as she reached for a knife, her sundress whispering against his side. He felt her eyes on him, responsive but hesitant, keeping movements minimal.
They finished and carried plates to the living room, settling on the couch. Sunlight warmed the space, conversation flowing easy—neighborhood gossip, his gym's success, her boutique stories. Shirtless beside her, the print of his softened cock visible through the shorts, Venalana's body reacted on instinct. She shifted closer, thigh pressing his, sundress riding up slightly to show more leg.
Ryusei noticed, didn't pull away. His hand rested lightly on the cushion near her knee, a subtle acknowledgment. Talk turned personal—her husband's absences, the quiet house—and a charged silence fell. Their eyes met, and she leaned in first, lips brushing his in a tentative kiss.
It sparked, deepening quickly. Tongues met, her hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat race. His palm cupped her neck, pulling her closer, but the dryer's buzz shattered the moment—his shirt done.
Venalana pulled back, shy and flushed, eyes flicking to the tenting in his shorts. 'I... the laundry.' She stood, flustered, and he followed, arousal evident.
In the laundry room, she bent to the dryer, sundress hiking up to reveal lacy panties hugging her plump rear, curves fuller than Rias's. Ryusei's cock hardened fully, straining the fabric. She straightened, handing him the warm tank top, their fingers lingering, her gaze laser-focused downward before flicking to his eyes.
The shirt dangled between them, hands still touching, and she surged forward, kissing him fiercely. Passion ignited—lips crashing, tongues battling with lust. His hands roamed her back, squeezing her ass through the dress, drawing a moan that vibrated into his mouth. She felt his full hardness press against her belly, her fingers tracing the bulge, stroking over the shorts.
He pushed her back toward the dryer, hands tugging the sundress straps down. Fabric pooled at her waist, exposing a lacy bra straining over her even larger breasts—voluptuous, proportioned beyond Rias's DD cups. She fumbled in response, yanking his shorts down, leaving him in tight boxers that did little to hide his thick cock.
Eager, he lifted her onto the dryer top, her legs parting around him. Unclasping her bra, he freed her heavy breasts, nipples hard and pink. He latched onto one, sucking slowly, hungrily, tongue swirling the peak while kneading the other. Venalana arched, moaning low, fingers in his spiky hair.
His mouth trailed lower, kissing down her stomach, hands shoving the dress higher. He hooked fingers in her panties, sliding them aside to expose her slick pussy. Two fingers plunged in, curling to stroke her inner walls, thumb circling her clit. She gasped, hips bucking. 'Oh god, Ryusei...'
He dropped to his knees, replacing fingers with his mouth—tongue lapping her folds, sucking her clit firmly. She cried out, thighs clamping his head, grinding against his face as he devoured her, tongue thrusting inside before flicking back up. Her orgasm hit hard, pussy clenching, juices flooding his mouth as she screamed, body shaking.
Standing, he stripped off the boxers, cock springing free—thick, veined, standing rigid. He gripped the base, teasing her slit with the head, rubbing through her wetness. 'Please...' she begged. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping him. Her moans were sweet, intoxicating, walls stretching around his girth.
Fully seated, he thrust faster, harder, hips snapping. The dryer rattled under her, her cries echoing through the empty house—'Yes! Fuck me deeper!' He pounded relentlessly, balls slapping her ass, one hand pinching her nipple.
Grabbing her hips, he lifted her in his strong arms, still buried deep. Her legs wrapped his waist as he bounced her, cock driving up with each thrust, meeting her downward drops. She moaned wantonly, nails raking his back—her husband hadn't touched her in weeks, not even on vacation, and when he did, it was quick, unsatisfying. Zeoticus was short, stubby, nothing like Ryusei's size or stamina. 'So big... harder, don't stop! You're so much better!'
Emboldened, he slammed her against the laundry room wall, pinning her with his body. Thrusts turned brutal, cock hammering her g-spot, her screams piercing—raw, uninhibited pleasure. Sweat slicked their skin, breasts bouncing wildly. He felt her tighten, and with a final, deep plunge, he came, flooding her pussy with hot cum. She shattered too, orgasm ripping through her, walls milking him as her piercing screams filled the air, body convulsing in his hold.
They slumped against the wall, panting, his cock softening inside her. Cum leaked down her thigh as he set her down gently, kissing her forehead. She nuzzled his chest, a soft glow in her violet eyes, the house quiet save for their breaths.