[~11,000 Words]
~ It took a few days, but I like this scene I created for Takuya with Mrs. Suzuki Tomoko. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did.
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[R-18 Scene]
The presidential suite of the hotel enveloped them in opulent silence, its vast space a cocoon of polished marble floors, heavy velvet drapes that muffled the outside world, and a king-sized bed that loomed like an unspoken promise.
Dim lighting from crystal chandeliers cast golden hues across the room, highlighting the subtle sheen of Suzuki Tomoko's red coat as she stood before Fujiwara Takuya, her posture a perfect blend of aristocratic poise and barely restrained hunger.
She set up this meeting perfectly, like someone who'd been trapped in a fancy life for years, where her husband's issues had left her feeling empty and unloved.
💖Now, here was Takuya—young, strikingly handsome, his sharp features and athletic build igniting fantasies she had long suppressed.
This wasn't mere duty to Suzuki Shiro's twisted schemes; it was her chance to reclaim what had been denied, to feel alive under the gaze of a man who could shatter her composure.
Tomoko approached, the click of her heels the only sound, moving toward him gracefully.
Her beauty mark, positioned under her eye, seemed to wink in the dim light, complementing her flawless makeup and dark hair.
"Officer Fujiwara," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur that carried the weight of her threats from earlier—the power of the Suzuki empire dangling like a noose.
But beneath it, her eyes betrayed a deeper craving, pupils dilated with anticipation.
Without another word, she reached up, her manicured fingers brushing his jawline before pulling him down into a kiss that erupted with pent-up passion.
Her lips met his in a gentle but firm kiss, flavored with the expensive lipstick she wore and a subtle hint of red wine from dinner.
Her body moved against his, their shapes merging as if they were made to fit together.
Tomoko's tongue darted out, teasing the seam of his mouth, demanding entry with a fervor born from years of celibacy.
She softly moaned into the kiss, the sound sending shivers through him, her hands clutching his shirt like she was bracing herself for the storm she was causing.
💖Takuya stiffened at first, his broad shoulders tensing under her touch, playing the part of the 'reluctant officer' caught in her web.
"Mrs. Suzuki," he murmured against her lips, his voice laced with feigned protest, roughened by the arousal he fought to conceal.
His hands hovered at his sides, as if debating whether to push her away or pull her closer.
Inwardly, though, a sly satisfaction coiled in his chest—he had anticipated this, maneuvered for it, even as he let her believe she held the reins.
She was amazing, her maturity standing out against the younger women he'd seen, and her desperation sparked his own desires.
💖But he wouldn't make it easy; no, he'd draw it out, make her beg for every concession.
Yet as her kiss deepened, her tongue entwining with his in a dance of heat and urgency, his resolve cracked—just enough as per his plan.
At first, he hesitated, his lips finding hers, and then his passion grew.
One hand finally rose to cup the back of her neck, fingers threading through her silky hair, tilting her head for better access.
"This… this is wrong," he murmured, his voice a faint expression of his reluctance as he pulled his lips from hers, giving her soft and gentle kisses along her jaw.
💖He nipped gently at her earlobe, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, before soothing it with his tongue.
"We shouldn't..." But his actions betrayed him, his free hand sliding to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as he descended to her neck, lips grazing the delicate column of her throat.
He sucked lightly at the pulse point there, feeling it flutter wildly under his touch, then moved lower to her collarbone, exposed just above the collar of her coat.
His teeth barely touched her, a playful nip that made her shiver.
Tomoko moved closer, and pleasure washed over her, making her gasp.
It had been so long—ten agonizing years without this kind of intimacy, her husband's failures leaving her to wither in isolation.
Takuya's reluctance only fueled her fire, making his eventual yielding feel like a victory she had clawed for.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice husky with need, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt.
💖Emboldened, she let one hand drift lower, tracing the line of his belt before slipping inside his pants with surprising boldness.
Her fingers brushed against the soft fabric of his boxers, and she encircled the impressive cock she found there, gently stroking through the thin material.
A gasp escaped her lips—god, he was massive, thicker and longer than she had imagined, pulsing hotly in her grasp.
"So big," she murmured in awe, her strokes growing firmer, exploratory, as if memorizing every ridge and vein.
💖The sheer size of his cock sent a thrill of excitement mingled with a hint of trepidation through her; this was no ordinary man, and the thought of what he could do with it made her pussy ache with anticipation.
Takuya groaned low in his throat, the sound muffled against her collarbone as he continued his assault, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there, his breath hot and ragged.
Outwardly, he maintained the facade, his body language a mix of hesitation and surrender—shoulders slightly hunched, as if ashamed of his arousal.
Deep down, he was thrilled by her attention, and her touch made him want to own her.
"Madam... please," he muttered, the plea ambiguous, even as his hips bucked subtly into her palm.
When she whispered her next request, her voice a sultry command laced with plea—"Squeeze me, Takuya... touch me like you mean it"—he complied, his reluctance crumbling further.
His hands slid down her back, over the curve of her hips, and finally cupped her ass, squeezing the firm, rounded flesh with just enough pressure to make her moan loudly.
"Mmmm~"
He kneaded her through the coat, feeling the heat of her body radiate through the fabric, pulling her against his growing hardness as they kissed again, tongues tangling in a frenzy.
The red coat, oversized and concealing, had been her armor and her tease, hiding the secrets beneath.
But now, with her hand still working him rhythmically, Takuya's patience frayed.
He broke the kiss long enough to grasp the lapels of the coat, his eyes locking onto hers—dark with desire, yet still holding that veneer of conflict.
"If we're doing this," he said gruffly, his voice thick, "then let me see you."
With a slow, deliberate motion, he peeled the coat open, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet like spilled wine.
💖Revealed beneath was a vision of calculated seduction: black lace bra that cupped her full breasts, the sheer material hinting at the hardened peaks straining against it; matching black lace panties that clung to her hips, the delicate patterns doing little to hide the evidence of her arousal; and thigh-high black stockings held in place by a garter belt, the straps framing her thighs like an invitation.
Her body was a masterpiece of mature elegance—curves softened by time yet toned by privilege, skin pale and flawless, begging to be explored.
Tomoko stood there, unashamed, her chest heaving as she watched his reaction, her hand still buried in his pants, stroking his cock with renewed vigor at the sight of his appreciative gaze.
Takuya's breath caught, his eyes raking over her form with undisguised hunger.
💖He squeezed her ass again, harder this time, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him.
"You're... incredible," he admitted, the words slipping out despite his act, as he leaned in to capture her earlobe between his teeth once more, tugging gently while his hands roamed, tracing the lace edges of her lingerie.
💖Tomoko's breath came in shallow, heated pants as she pulled back slightly from their fevered kiss, her hand still wrapped possessively around Takuya's throbbing cock through his boxers, stroking with a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of her heart.
Her husband's failures had left her a hollow shell, but Takuya... oh, he was vitality incarnate. Takuya was brimming with life, and his charming hesitation only fueled her lust.
💖"Carry me," she whispered against his lips, her voice a sultry command laced with vulnerability, her free hand trailing up his chest to clutch at his shirt.
"Take me to the bed, Officer Fujiwara. I want you to hold me like I'm yours."
Her eyes, dark and gleaming with unspoken pleas, locked onto his, daring him to refuse even as she knew he wouldn't—not fully.
Ten years of denial had built this moment, and she wouldn't let it slip away in the bleak elegance of the sitting area.
The bedroom awaited, its queen-sized bed a vast expanse of silk sheets and plush pillows, promising oblivion.
💖Takuya hesitated for a heartbeat, his jaw tightening in that feigned conflict she found so endearing, his body betraying him with the subtle thrust into her palm. "Madam... this is already too much," he murmured, but his arms were already moving, one sliding under her knees while the other wrapped around her back.
💖With effortless strength, he lifted her in bridal style, her weight nothing to his toned frame, her curves pressing against him as she nestled into his chest.
"Ah—!"
She let out a soft, delighted gasp, her hand reluctantly withdrawing from his pants to loop around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
He lowered her onto the queen-size bed, its plush mattress promising sensual pleasure, and positioned her in the center as if she were a precious jewel.
As he straightened slightly, she reached up, pulling him down with her, unwilling to let even an inch of space separate them.
Lying back against the pillows, Tomoko arched her spine slightly, her black stockings whispering against the sheets as she shifted, her lingerie a tantalizing barrier she ached to shed.
💖"Play with them," she breathed, her voice husky and commanding, guiding his gaze to the swell of her breasts straining against the lace bra.
"Touch my breasts, Takuya. Make me feel wanted."
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement—after all these years, voicing her desires felt liberating, intoxicating.
She was no longer just the elegant wife of a tycoon; she was a woman reclaiming her sexuality, and he was her instrument.
Takuya's eyes darkened, his 'reluctance' cracking further as he leaned over her, one knee sinking into the mattress beside her hip.
💖He captured her lips in another deep kiss, tongues dueling with renewed fervor, his hand trailing up her side to cup the underside of her breast through the lace.
She moaned into his mouth—"Mmmph~"—the sound muffled but insistent, her body arching to press fuller into his palm.
He reached back, his fingers expertly undoing the bra, and the black lace slipped off as if shedding all hesitations.
💖Her large breasts spilled free, full and heavy, the pale globes crowned with pert pink nipples that hardened instantly in the cool air of the room.
They were magnificent—soft yet firm, a testament to her maturity, the faint blue veins beneath the skin adding to their allure, begging for attention.
💖Tomoko broke the kiss with a gasp, propping herself on her elbows to proudly display them, thrusting her chest forward with unashamed confidence.
"Do you like them?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr, though a flicker of genuine curiosity shone in her eyes.
"Are my breasts good enough for you, Officer? Tell me honestly." She cupped them lightly, lifting them as if offering a gift, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, sending a shiver through her own body.
Takuya paused, mesmerized, his gaze fixed on the sight before him—those generous curves, the way they rose and fell with her quickened breaths, the pink nipples standing erect like ripe berries waiting to be savored.
💖He swallowed hard, his feigned hesitation melting into raw appreciation.
"They're... perfect," he admitted, his voice rough with desire, leaning closer as if drawn by an invisible force.
💖"I love your breasts, Madam. So full, so soft... and these pink nipples of yours, they're driving me insane. I've never seen anything more beautiful—pink and perky, just begging to be tasted."
His words were a caress in themselves, laced with the praise she craved, stoking the fire in her core even as he maintained that semblance of reluctance, his hands hovering just inches away.
Emboldened by his words, Tomoko let out a soft, throaty laugh that dissolved into a moan as he finally descended.
💖He started with the left breast, his mouth closing over the nipple with gentle suction, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud in slow, deliberate circles.
"Ahh~... yes, like that," she whimpered, her head falling back against the pillows, fingers threading through his hair to hold him in place.
The sensation was electric, bolts of pleasure shooting straight to her throbbing center, her neglected body awakening with a vengeance.
He switched to the right, lavishing it with the same attention, sucking harder now, his teeth grazing the peak just enough to elicit a sharp cry—"Ohh! Takuya!"—her hips bucking involuntarily against the air.
He alternated between them, tracing the curves with his tongue while his hands kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing and molding them like precious clay.
💖The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room—slurps and pops as he released one nipple only to devour the other—mingling with her escalating moans.
"Mmm~... ahhn~... don't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking into higher pitches as the intensity built.
💖Her breasts heaved under his ministrations, slick with his saliva, the pink nipples darkening to a flushed rose from his relentless assault.
He pinched one gently between his fingers while sucking the other deep into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses.
Tomoko writhed beneath him, a moaning mess of tangled limbs and arching back, her stockings-clad legs parting slightly as waves of heat pooled between her thighs.
"Nngh~... oh god~, your mouth... it's too much," she cried out, her moans growing louder, more desperate—"Aah! Yes, suck harder... mmmph!~"—her body trembling as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, worshipped her like this, and Takuya's skill was merciless, pushing her toward the edge with nothing but his lips and hands on her breasts.
Her nipples ached deliciously, swollen and hypersensitive, each flick of his tongue sending sparks through her veins.
💖The climax built relentlessly, her breaths coming in ragged sobs, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she chased the peak. "I'm... ahhn~... I'm going to—" And then it crashed over her, a shuddering release that had nothing to do with penetration, pure ecstasy from the erotic intensity of his breast play alone.
She came with a keening wail—"Takuyaaa! Oh God!~"—her body convulsing, thighs clenching as ripples of pleasure radiated from her core, leaving her limp and gasping, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
💖Tomoko lay sprawled across the silk sheets, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her release, a flush painting her skin from chest to cheeks in rosy hues.
The queen-sized bed cradled her like a lover's embrace, the air heavy with the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the faint floral notes of her perfume.
Her black stockings hugged her thighs, the garter belt's straps taut against her flesh, a teasing frame for what lay hidden beneath the delicate black lace panties—the last barrier between them.
💖She felt exposed yet empowered, her heart racing not just from the climax but from the way Takuya's eyes devoured her, his reluctance a thin veil over the hunger she could sense simmering beneath.
Ten years of drought had left her parched, and now, with this handsome young officer at her mercy, she intended to drink deeply.
"Take them off," she murmured, her voice a velvet command laced with breathy need, propping herself up on one elbow to meet his gaze.
💖Her free hand trailed down her abdomen, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, tugging just enough to reveal a glimpse of the trimmed dark curls above her mound.
"Remove my panties, Takuya. I want you to see all of me... to taste me." Her eyes sparkled with a mix of vulnerability and dominance, the elegant noblewoman shedding her poise for raw desire, her legs parting slightly in invitation, the lace already darkened with her slick essence.
Takuya knelt between her thighs, his breath catching at her boldness, playing the part of the coerced yet captivated man.
"Madam, this... we're going too far," he protested softly, but his hands betrayed him, sliding up her stockinged legs with reverent slowness, thumbs tracing the garter straps before reaching the panties.
💖He hooked his fingers under the lace, peeling them down inch by torturous inch, the fabric whispering against her skin like a secret unveiled. As he tugged them past her hips, over the curve of her ass, and down her thighs, her pussy came into view—swollen lips glistening with arousal, the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair framing it like an arrow pointing to her core.
💖Her juices leaked out, leaving a shiny path down her inner thighs, her musk scent getting heavier and more addictive, filling his senses like a forbidden magic potion.
He paused, mesmerized, his eyes widening as he discarded the panties to the floor.
"God, Madam, your pussy... it's stunning," he whispered, voice thick with genuine awe, his feigned hesitation crumbling under the sight.
"So wet, leaking for me already—pink and perfect, those folds begging to be explored. I've never seen anything so tempting, Madam. It's driving me wild."
His words hung in the air, a praise that made her pussy pulse anew, her body responding with another trickle of slickness.
💖Emboldened by his admiration, Tomoko spread her legs wider, the stockings pulling taut, her garter belt framing the view like erotic artwork.
A soft moan escaped her—"Mmm~..."—as Takuya leaned in, his breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, sending shivers racing up her spine.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her mound first, lips brushing the trimmed hair, then lower, directly onto her clit, the contact soft yet electric.
"Ahhn!~ Yes..." she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily, the kiss igniting sparks that danced through her nerves, her hands fisting the sheets as pleasure bloomed fresh.
💖Takuya dove in then, his tongue flicking out to trace her outer pussy lips, lapping at the leaking juices with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the tangy-sweet flavor that coated his taste buds.
"You taste incredible," he murmured against her, the vibration of his words adding to the torment. He sucked gently on her folds, drawing them into his mouth, tongue delving deeper to circle her entrance, probing with teasing pressure.
Her moans grew louder, a symphony of need—"Ohh~... Takuya, your tongue... nngh!~"—her thighs trembling around his head, the stockings' silk brushing his cheeks like a caress.
He focused on her clit next, sucking the swollen nub between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while his fingers parted her wider, exposing every inch to his assault.
💖The sensations overwhelmed her: the wet heat of his mouth, the suction pulling at her core, the slick sounds of his licking filling the room like obscene music—slurps and smacks echoing off the walls.
Her body arched, breasts heaving, nipples still sensitive from earlier, as pleasure coiled tight in her belly once more. "Deeper... ahh!~ Suck harder... mmmph!~" she cried, one hand tangling in his hair, guiding him, her hips grinding against his face in desperate rhythm.
The intensity built, her pussy clenching around nothing, juices flowing freely onto his chin, dripping down his neck.
It hit her like a tidal wave, her second orgasm crashing through without mercy.
"I'm cumming~... oh god, Takuyaaa!~ Aaaahn~!" she wailed, her body convulsing, thighs clamping around his head as she flooded his mouth with her release, the tangy essence coating his tongue in waves.
💕 SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 💕
She trembled violently, moans dissolving into whimpers—"Nngh~... yes~... ohh~..."—as aftershocks rippled through her, leaving her limp and gasping, the sheets damp beneath her.
Panting, Tomoko reached for him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction yet hungry for more.
"Now you," she whispered, sitting up with renewed energy, her hands fumbling at his shirt buttons.
"Let me see you... all of you." She undressed him with eager fingers, peeling off his shirt to reveal the chiseled planes of his chest and abs, muscles honed from his police work rippling under her touch.
💖His pants followed, shoved down along with his boxers, until he knelt naked before her, his large cock springing free—thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum, curving slightly upward in rigid arousal.
Tomoko's breath hitched, her eyes widening in a mix of awe, surprise, and scorching arousal.
It was massive, far beyond what she'd felt through fabric earlier, the sight making her core clench anew despite her recent climax.
"Oh... it's so big," she breathed, reaching out to trace its length with tentative fingers, feeling the heat and hardness pulse under her palm.
💖"I didn't expect... this. You're going to ruin me with that, aren't you?" Her voice trembled with excitement, arousal pooling fresh between her thighs, the romantic haze of the moment deepening as she leaned in closer, mesmerized by the way it twitched at her touch, her stockings brushing his skin in a sensory tease that heightened the intimacy between them.
Tomoko's fingers wrapped around the base of Takuya's throbbing cock, her touch firm yet reverent, as if handling a long-forbidden treasure that had finally fallen into her grasp.
The presidential suite's ambient glow bathed his naked form in soft amber light, highlighting the veins pulsing along his length, the glossy bead of pre-cum crowning the swollen head like a pearl of temptation.
💖She knelt between his spread thighs on the vast queen-sized bed, her own body a vision of lingering ecstasy—stockings clinging to her sweat-kissed legs, garter belt framing the slick evidence of her recent climaxes between her thighs.
Her short hair, usually impeccably styled, now tousled from his earlier grips, framed her flushed face, where a lustful gleam danced in her half-lidded eyes.
💖Ten years of barren nights had honed her desires into something sharp and unyielding, and now, with this young, virile officer beneath her, she reveled in the power of taking what she craved.
Leaning forward, she exhaled a warm breath over his cock, watching it twitch in response, a silent plea that mirrored the hunger coiling in her core.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice a husky purr laced with dominance, her beauty mark accentuating the wicked curve of her smile. "So hard for me already. I wonder how long you've been holding back."
Without waiting for his feigned protest—knowing full well his reluctance was a game they both played—she darted her tongue out, tracing a slow, deliberate line from the base upward, savoring the salty tang of his skin mingled with the faint musk of arousal.
Takuya groaned low in his throat, a guttural "Fuck...", escaping as his hips shifted involuntarily, his hands clenching the sheets.
💖Emboldened, Tomoko lavished attention on him, her tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, mapping every ridge and contour with wet, teasing strokes.
She moved lower, nuzzling against his balls, the soft sac heavy and drawn tight with need.
Her lips parted to suck one gently into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, the vibration of her hum sending shockwaves through him.
💖"Mmm... you taste divine," she whispered against his skin, releasing it with a soft pop before attending to the other, her hand stroking his cock in lazy pumps to keep the fire stoked.
Takuya's breaths came ragged now, his chest heaving as he reached down, fingers threading through her short locks—not to pull away, but to guide, to hold on as pleasure built.
"Ahh... Madam, that's... oh fuck," he moaned, his voice breaking, groans deepening into throaty rumbles that filled the room like distant thunder.
She took her time, sucking his balls with increasing fervor, alternating between gentle tugs and firmer suction, her free hand cupping them to heighten the sensation.
💖Saliva glistened on his skin, trailing down in shiny rivulets, and she lapped at them hungrily, the wet sounds—slurps and smacks—echoing obscenely in the lavish room.
After a few moments of this torment, she ascended once more, her mouth engulfing the head of his cock in one fluid motion. Takuya's groan escalated to a full-throated "Aarghh!" his hands tightening in her hair, not forcing but urging, as she bobbed slowly, taking him deeper with each descent.
Her cheeks hollowed with suction, tongue pressing flat against the underside, swirling around the tip on every upstroke.
💖She sucked for minutes that stretched into eternity, her pace deliberate at first—drawing out his moans, making him writhe—then quickening, her head moving in rhythmic dips, saliva dripping from her lips to coat his length.
💖Takuya was a symphony of sounds now, groaning deeply—"Mmmph... yes, like that~"—moaning with abandon as his body arched, muscles tensing under her command.
His hands stayed buried in her hair, fingers massaging her scalp in a mix of desperation and affection, pulling her closer without words.
The intensity built, his cock throbbing against her tongue, pre-cum leaking in salty bursts that she swallowed greedily.
But Tomoko wasn't done claiming him; she wanted more, needed to feel him buried deep, to ride the wave of dominance that surged through her veins like liquid fire.
With a final, lingering suck that drew a shuddering "Oh God..." from his lips, she released him, her mouth leaving his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking.
💖 First Time with Suzuki Tomoko - Cowgirl Position 💖
She straightened, her flushed face a mask of lustful triumph, eyes locking onto his with passionate intensity—half-lidded, smoldering with the promise of what's next. "I can't wait any longer," she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation, crawling up his body like a predator claiming her prize.
Straddling his hips, she positioned herself above him, legs on either side, knees sinking into the mattress as her stockings whispered against his thighs.
Her pussy, still slick and swollen from his earlier devotions, hovered just above his rigid cock, the heat of her radiating down to tease him.
💖Takuya's hands instinctively rose to her hips, but she batted them away playfully, asserting her dominance with a sly grin.
"Let me," she commanded softly, reaching down to guide his cock to her pussy entrance, the head nudging her folds, parting them with slick ease.
She lowered herself slowly, inch by agonizing inch, a gasp tearing from her throat—"Ahhn!~"—as he filled her, stretching her walls in a delicious burn that bordered on ecstasy.
💖Fully seated, she paused, savoring the fullness, her inner muscles clenching around him in involuntary pulses that drew a moan from deep in his chest—"Nngh... so tight..."
Tomoko began with a slow grind on top, hips circling in languid figure-eights, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with each rotation.
The friction sent sparks shooting through her, her moans mingling with his—"Mmm... yes, feel that?"—her flushed face tilting back, short hair dancing around her shoulders like a dark halo.
💖Her breasts, full and swaying with the motion, bounced gently at first, the pink nipples still pebbled from earlier attentions.
She cupped them in her hands, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger to heighten her pleasure, gasping with each twist—"Ohh... anhh!"
As the rhythm built, she transitioned to bouncing on top, lifting her hips before slamming down, the slap of skin on skin punctuating the air like rhythmic applause.
Her hand pressed to his chest for balance, fingers splaying over his racing heart, feeling the thunderous beat mirror her own.
💖Takuya's hands found her ass then, gripping the firm cheeks, kneading them as he thrust up to meet her descents, his groans syncing with her gasps—"Fuck... Tomoko-san... aah!~"
Her short hair bounced with each movement, strands sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her lustful expression one of pure abandon—eyes half-lidded, lips parted in constant moans.
💖Leaning forward while riding, she changed the angle, her clit now grinding directly against him with every thrust, the stimulation sending white-hot pleasure coursing through her veins.
Captivated by her gaze, he saw unspoken needs mirroring his own.
💖Her breasts swayed heavily now, brushing his chest with each forward lean, the nipples grazing his skin like electric touches.
She pinched them again, harder this time, eliciting sharper cries—"Nngh! Yes... harder~..."—gasping with each thrust as his cock hit deeper, stroking her most sensitive spots.
The pace intensified, her hips grinding and bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm, the bed creaking beneath them, sheets tangling around their limbs.
💖She was overwhelmed: his body filling her, the wetness of them, the heavy smell of sex, and his taste still there.
Takuya's hands squeezed her ass, guiding her movements, his moans growing louder—"Oh fuck... don't stop... mmmph!"—as she rode him relentlessly, her dominant spirit shining through in every commanding roll of her hips.
The climax built naturally, coiling tight in her belly, her moans escalating to desperate wails—"Takuya... ahhn! I'm close..."—her flushed face contorting in bliss, lustful expression etched with raw need.
💕 SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 💕
She climaxed while riding, body seizing as waves crashed over her, moaning his name in a broken chant—"Takuyaaa! Oh god... yes!~"—grinding through the orgasm, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic spasms, milking him with vise-like pressure.
Her shaking legs trembled from the force of it, thighs quivering against his sides, but she didn't stop, drawing out the ecstasy until it bordered on pain.
The sensation pushed Takuya over the edge, his groans peaking into a roar—"Tomoko... fuck... aargh!"—as he thrust up one final time, 💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕 cumming inside her pussy in hot, pulsing jets, a creampie from below that filled her to overflowing, warmth spreading deep within.
💖His cock remained hard even as he emptied, throbbing insistently against her fluttering walls.
Tomoko collapsed onto his chest after the orgasm, her body limp and spent, shaking legs draping over him, breasts pressing against his sweat-slicked skin.
She panted into the crook of his neck, short hair tickling his jaw, the afterglow wrapping them in a cocoon of shared intimacy.
But the night was far from over; her hunger, awakened after a decade, burned brighter still, and as she felt him stir within her, she lifted her head, eyes meeting his once more with that same half-lidded promise.
💖Tomoko's heart hammered against Takuya's chest, her breaths coming in shallow, satisfied puffs as she nuzzled closer, her dominant facade softening in the haze of release.
Yet beneath it, the fire simmered, ready to reignite.
She traced lazy patterns on his pectoral with her fingertip, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his cock still buried deep, hard and unyielding, a testament to his youth and stamina that made her inner walls twitch in anticipation.
💖"You feel so good inside me~," she whispered, her voice a sultry rasp, lifting her hips experimentally to grind down once more, eliciting a shared groan—"Mmm..."—from both of them. The creampie leaked slightly with the motion, warm and slick, trickling down her thighs to mingle with her own juices on the stockings.
She savored the fullness, the way he stretched her just right, hitting spots her husband had long forgotten or never known. Dominant as she was, this position—straddling him, legs on either side—gave her control, but now, in the afterglow, it felt intimate, romantic, like two lovers stealing a moment from the world.
Takuya's hands roamed her back, sliding down to cup her ass again, squeezing gently, his touch possessive yet tender.
"Madam... Tomoko," he murmured, his voice roughened by moans, eyes locking with hers in that passionate gaze that spoke volumes—surrender, desire, a hint of the reluctance that had melted away. Her short hair danced as she shifted, framing her flushed face, where a lustful expression lingered, eyes half-lidded in contentment.
💖Fifteen minutes had slipped by in a hazy blur of heavy breathing and soft, intermittent touches—her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, his hand resting possessively on the curve of her hip.
She shifted closer, her black stockings whispering against his skin, the garter belt's straps pulling taut as she pressed her full breasts against his side.
With a soft, teasing smile curling her lips—her beauty mark accentuating the mischievous glint in her eyes—Tomoko leaned in, capturing Takuya's mouth in a gentle kiss.
💖Hardcore Missionary Position
It started slow, almost tender, her lips brushing his with feather-light pressure, tongue darting out to trace the seam of his mouth.
But as the kiss deepened, her hand trailed down his abdomen, fingers splaying over the hard ridges of muscle before wrapping around his cock, which had softened only slightly in their rest.
💖She stroked him lazily at first, feeling him twitch and harden under her touch, the velvety skin heating as blood rushed back, swelling him to full, throbbing rigidity.
"Mmm..." she hummed into the kiss, a low, satisfied moan vibrating between them as she felt him pulse in her grasp, growing thicker, longer, until he was rock-hard and straining against her palm.
Takuya groaned softly against her lips—"Hmm..."—his body responding instinctively, hips bucking subtly into her hand.
💖The kiss turned saliva-dripping, messy and wet, their tongues tangling in a slick dance that mirrored the slickness building anew between her thighs.
She broke away with a gasp, her flushed skin glowing in the dim light, eyes half-lidded with renewed lust.
"Takuya," she whispered, her voice husky and commanding yet laced with a submissive plea born from the overwhelming pleasure he'd already given her. "Fuck me hard. I need you inside me again... make me yours."
His eyes darkened with a possessive gaze, the feigned reluctance from earlier evaporating like mist under the sun.
Without a word, he moved with purposeful grace, rolling her onto her back in one fluid motion.
The bed dipped under his weight as he positioned himself above her, her legs spreading wide instinctively to accommodate him, thighs parting like an invitation written in silk and lace.
💖Tomoko's short hair fanned out on the pillow, messy and wild from their previous exertions, her arched back lifting her breasts toward him, nipples still pebbled and sensitive.
He settled between her legs, his full-body weight pressing down just enough to pin her, the heat of his skin searing against hers, flushed and slick with sweat.
💖Takuya gripped her thighs, spreading them even wider, the black stockings stretching taut over her trembling muscles as he aligned his cock with her entrance.
Her pussy, still slick from his previous creampie and her own releases, glistened invitingly, lips swollen and parted, ready to be stretched anew.
With a punishing rhythm from the start, he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, forceful stroke.
"Ahhn~!" Tomoko cried out, her eyes widening as his cock stretched her pussy walls, filling her completely, the sensation bordering on too much yet exactly what she craved.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
💖The intense thrusting began immediately—no gentle buildup, just merciless pounding, his pelvis slamming against hers with loud skin slapping that echoed through the room like rhythmic applause.
Each thrust was hardcore, raw, his hips driving forward with unyielding force, the bed creaking in protest under the assault.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Tomoko's bouncing breasts heaved with every impact, the full globes jiggling wildly, pink nipples tracing erratic paths in the air.
She gripped the sheets tightly, knuckles whitening as her body jolted, arched back lifting off the mattress in waves of pleasure-pain.
"Oh god... Takuya... harder! Mmhh… haa…Nngh~!" she moaned, her voice breaking into gasping cries, parted lips spilling saliva as she panted, teary-eyed from the intensity overwhelming her senses.
Her flushed skin burned hotter, a sheen of sweat making her glow, messy hair clinging to her forehead as she tossed her head side to side.
Takuya's possessive gaze never left her face, drinking in her submissive form beneath him—eyes rolling back in ecstasy, loud moans escalating to screams as he pounded relentlessly.
💖He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a saliva-dripping kiss, tongues clashing messily while he continued the punishing rhythm, his cock stretching her pussy with every withdrawal and plunge, the slick sounds of their joining—wet squelches and slaps—mingling with her gasping moans into the kiss.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"Mmmph... ahh!" she whimpered against his lips, the kiss breaking only for her to gasp air, her tight grip shifting from the sheets to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
The sensory overload built rapidly: the burn of her stockings against his thighs, the twitch of her pussy walls clenching around his thrusting cock, the salty taste of sweat on their tongues, the musky scent of sex saturating the air.
💖Tomoko's first orgasm hit like a freight train, her body convulsing under his full-body weight, legs trembling as she screamed into his mouth—"Takuyaaa! Oh fuck... I'm cumming! Aaaahn!"—her pussy twitching spasmodically, juices flooding around him, but he didn't slow, merciless pounding driving her through it, extending the waves until she was teary-eyed and gasping, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
He adjusted slightly, hooking one of her legs over his shoulder to spread her even wider, the angle allowing deeper penetration, his pelvis slamming with bruising force.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Skin slapping grew louder, more frantic, her bouncing breasts now smacking against her chest with each thrust.
Tomoko's arched back bowed further, her submissive under him complete as she surrendered to the intensity, eyes half-lidded and rolling back again as the second climax built.
"Don't stop... nngh! It's too much... ahh!" she moaned, her voice hoarse, parted lips trembling as saliva dripped down her chin from their messy kisses.
Takuya's tight grip on her hips pulled her into every thrust, possessive and unyielding, his groans mixing with hers—"Fuck... so tight...!"
💖The second orgasm ripped through her without mercy, her full-body orgasm making her tremble from head to toe, legs shaking uncontrollably as she screamed climax—"Yes! Oh god, again... Takuya! Aaaah!"—pussy twitching and squeezing him like a vice, but still, he pounded on, the punishing rhythm never faltering, driving her straight into overstimulation.
Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks from the intensity, her messy hair matted with sweat, tight grip clawing at his back now, leaving red trails.
As the third built, Tomoko was a writhing mess, submissive and broken under his assault, her body arching in desperate need.
💖"Please... cum inside me... fill me!!" she begged between gasping moans, eyes rolling back fully as the overwhelming pleasure crested.
Takuya felt his own release coiling, the sight of her—flushed skin, bouncing breasts, teary-eyed ecstasy—pushing him to the edge.
With a final series of intense thrusting, pelvis slamming in a blur, he drove them both over, cumming inside her pussy during her third orgasm.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
"Tomoko... fuck... yes!" he groaned, hot jets of cum flooding her twitching walls, the rough creampie mixing with her juices as she screamed—"Takuyaaa! I'm cumming... oh god, yes! Ahhhhnnnnn~!"—her full-body orgasm convulsing her, pussy milking him dry, trembling legs locking around him.
The intensity proved too much; as the waves subsided, Tomoko's eyes fluttered, her body going limp in a faint, overwhelmed by the merciless pounding and multiple orgasms.
Takuya slowed, breathing ragged, before gently rolling them to their sides, facing each other in a sideways position. His cock remained buried inside her pulsing pussy, the warmth of his cum and her releases keeping them connected.
He hugged her close, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other caressing her ass in slow, possessive strokes, fingers kneading the soft flesh.
💖Leaning in, he kissed her nipples tenderly, tongue flicking the sensitive peaks, drawing faint, unconscious whimpers from her parted lips.
Inwardly, Takuya smirked, a dark satisfaction blooming in his chest. Tomoko was his now—utterly, irrevocably.
The elegant Suzuki matron, reduced to a submissive, fainting mess under his touch, her body marked by his cum, her mind shattered by the pleasure only he could give.
He continued the gentle caresses, ass in one hand, nipples under his lips, as sleep claimed them both, the night sealing their illicit bond.
💖Her body, still clad in the remnants of her seductive lingerie—the black stockings now laddered from friction, the garter belt twisted around her hips—hummed with a deep, satiated ache.
Hours had passed in their fevered union, her pussy tender and swollen from the relentless claimings, leaking a slow, viscous trail of his earlier releases onto the silk sheets.
She stirred faintly in her sleep, a hazy fog clouding her mind, her full lips parted as shallow breaths escaped, laced with the remnants of drool from the overwhelming peaks that had left her shattered.
💖Takuya, ever the vigilant predator in this game of possession, watched her with hooded eyes, his cock still nestled half-hard inside her warmth, twitching occasionally against her fluttering walls.
He moved slightly, leaning on an elbow, and kissed her breast, which rose with each breath.
💖His lips closed around the pert pink nipple, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor, tongue swirling in lazy circles that sent electric jolts through her slumbering form.
The salty-sweet taste of her skin, mingled with the faint sheen of sweat from their night, filled his senses, and he smiled inwardly—a wicked, triumphant curl of satisfaction.
She was his now, this elegant matron reduced to a vessel of his desires, her body responding even in unconsciousness.
💖As he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, Tomoko's eyelids fluttered open, a low, throaty moan spilling from her lips—"Mmm~... Nnngh~..."—her back arching instinctively as pleasure pierced the haze, pulling her from the depths of exhaustion into a renewed wave of arousal.
Her hands reached up weakly, threading through his hair, not to push away but to hold him closer, her voice a breathy whisper laced with surprise and need.
💖"Takuya... oh, what are you... Ahhhh~~!!!" The suction intensified, his mouth devouring her breast, alternating between firm pulls and teasing flicks, the wet sounds of his lips echoing softly in the quiet room.
She moaned louder now, the pleasure building like a tide, her sore pussy clenching around his embedded length, feeling it harden fully within her, stretching her anew.
The emotional intensity surged— a mix of vulnerability and fierce want, her heart pounding as she realized the depth of her surrender to this young man who had unlocked doors she hadn't known existed.
Doggy Position
Without words, he withdrew from her, the slick pop of his cock leaving her emptiness making her whimper in protest, cum dribbling out in a warm gush.
He flipped her onto her hands and knees with effortless strength, positioning her for the hardcore doggy.
The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt behind her, hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh where garter met skin.
💖Tomoko's short hair fell forward, messy and tangled, her flushed face pressing into the pillow as she braced herself, legs spread wide, ass raised in submissive offering.
💖Right from the start, the cool air touched her exposed, wet pussy, and the ache in her core brought back sweet memories of what came before.
He plunged in forcefully, no warning, his cock driving deep in one fierce motion, stretching her walls to the max.
"Fuck... Tomoko," he growled, voice rough with desire, as her pussy clenched around him, hot and slick with their mixed fluids.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
The intense thrusting began, his hips colliding with her rear with incredible power, and the sound of skin on skin echoed like a primitive rhythm.
With each powerful thrust, he penetrated deeply, the angle expertly targeting her g-spot, while her breasts bounced, nipples teasingly grazing the sheets.
💖Tomoko's moans escalated into screams—"Oh god... Takuya! Harder... ahhn~!"—her voice breaking, teary-eyed from the overwhelming intensity, drool pooling on the pillow as her hazy mind fractured under the assault.
Emotional waves crashed over her: a torrent of submission mingled with empowerment, knowing she had awakened this beast in him, her body his playground after years of neglect.
💖He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider, thumbs teasing the puckered ring there without penetration, heightening the sensory overload—the burn of her stockings against his thighs, the wet squelch of his cock pistoning in and out, cum leaking down her legs in sticky rivulets.
💖Her sore pussy throbbed, walls fluttering as the first orgasm built, her arched back bowing further, hands clutching the headboard for leverage. "Mmmh~ ahh~ Aaah~ yes... fuck me!" she gasped, the words slurred through drool, her lustful expression contorted in ecstasy, eyes half-lidded and rolling back.
💖Takuya's hands roamed, one sliding up her spine to tangle in her short hair, yanking her head back gently to expose her neck, which he nipped with teeth, marking her as his.
The emotional bond deepened in that pull—a silent claim that sent shivers through her, her heart racing with a twisted affection for this man who dominated her so completely.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
He pounded relentlessly, varying the rhythm: slow, deep grinds that made her whimper—"Hnnng—!~"—followed by rapid, punishing slams that left her breathless.
Her breasts bounced wildly, the full orbs aching from the motion, nipples hypersensitive from his earlier sucking.
💖Drool dripped from her parted lips, mixing with tears of pleasure, her hazy state amplifying every sensation—the musky scent of their joining, the heat radiating from their flushed skins, the way her leaking pussy coated his balls with each withdrawal.
As the minutes stretched—perhaps twenty in this position alone, though time blurred in the haze—the climax neared.
Tomoko's moans turned frantic, body trembling, sore muscles protesting yet craving the release. "I'm... ahh! Cumming... Takuyaaa!" she screamed, her pussy convulsing in a full-body orgasm, walls milking him as juices squirted around his thrusting cock.
💖He didn't relent, driving through her spasms, the emotional intensity peaking as she felt utterly owned, her submission a euphoric high.
Finally, with a guttural groan—"Take it... Take my cum!"—he came inside her, 💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕 hot spurts flooding her pussy, the creampie overflowing as he pumped a few more times, ensuring every drop claimed her.
He pulled out slowly, cum gushing from her abused pussy, her body collapsing forward in hazy exhaustion, drooling onto the sheets, sore and twitching.
Prone Bone Position
But this was just beginning; after a brief pause where he caressed her back, soothing the tremors, he maneuvered her again, this time into prone bone, laying her flat on her stomach, legs slightly apart, his body covering hers like a blanket of dominance.
In this intimate yet brutal position, Takuya straddled her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress, cock sliding back into her slick, cum-filled heat with a wet glide.
💖The prone bone allowed for even deeper penetration, his hips grinding down in a slow build before unleashing the hardcore fury.
Her ass cheeks cushioned his slams, the angle making his cock rub against her inner walls in a way that ignited fresh fires.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Tomoko's moans muffled into the pillow—"oh fuck~... deeper!"—Her face was buried, a mess of dark hair fanned out, and she was drooling as she lost herself in pleasure again.
"You're mine now, Tomoko... feel that?"—that made her heart flutter amid the intensity.
His hands pinned hers above her head, fingers interlacing in a tender contrast to the punishing thrusts, pelvis slamming down with force that jolted her entire frame.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Loud skin slapping resumed, softer in this pressed position but no less insistent, her leaking pussy squelching obscenely, cum from before bubbling out with each plunge.
Her sore body protested—the tenderness in her core a sharp edge to the bliss—but the haze of orgasms past made it addictive, her teary eyes squeezing shut as waves built.
Takuya varied his pace, grinding circles that stimulated her clit indirectly against the sheets, drawing whimpers—"Ahhn~ yes~"—before resuming the merciless pounding, his balls slapping her clit directly now, heightening the overload.
💖Her bouncing breasts were crushed beneath her, nipples rubbing raw against the silk, adding layers of sensation that had her drooling profusely, hazy mind lost in the emotional surrender—love? Lust? Possession? It blurred into one intoxicating brew.
As time ticked onward—another half-hour melting away in this embrace—Her body arched as much as the position allowed, back pressing up into him, moans escalating—"Takuya... I can't... nngh!Cumming again!"—pussy twitching in spasms that milked him relentlessly.
The emotional intensity hit a peak, tears streaming as she felt cherished yet ravaged, her submission a gift he accepted with growls of pleasure.
💖He thrust through it, extending her ecstasy, before his own release surged—"Fuck... here it comes... Take it!"—💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕cumming inside her pussy in thick ropes, the creampie pushing out excess, her sore walls fluttering around the flood.
Panting, he rolled them slightly, giving her a moment's rest.
Lotus Position
With gentle insistence, he guided her into the lotus position, sitting up with her straddling his lap, face to face, legs wrapped around his waist.
This intimate setup allowed for emotional depth, their eyes locking in passionate gaze, her flushed face inches from his, messy hair framing teary eyes.
💖His cock slid home easily, her leaking pussy engulfing him in slick heat, cum from previous loads dripping down his shaft as she settled.
The sex was intense but rhythmic, her hips moving down as he pushed up, his hands gripping her ass, guiding the motion.
"Ride me, Tomoko... show me you're mine," he murmured, voice laced with possession, their foreheads touching in a moment of raw connection.
💖Her moans were breathy, intimate—"Oh~... Takuya~... Haa~... haa~..!"—drool escaping as she kissed him sloppily, tongues dancing amid the thrusts.
He pinched her nipples mid-thrust, drawing sharp "Ahh~!" cries, her pussy leaking profusely, cum coating their joined thighs in sticky gloss.
💖The position allowed clit stimulation from the grind, building her to peaks swiftly, moans into his mouth as orgasms rolled—"Yes... cumming... nngh!"—multiple waves crashing before his final release, cumming inside during her last shuddering climax—"Take it all...Tomoko~!"—💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕 his cum filling her to brim, overflowing as she drooled in hazy bliss.
As the two hours wrapped up, Takuya slowly laid her down, softly kissing her breasts and gently sucking her reddened nipples, while his hands massaged her ass in steady rhythm, helping her relax from the intense orgasms, her tired, sensitive body sinking into peace.
[R-18 Scene End]
Good news. Very good news.
Fujiwara Takuya had been coerced into sex by Suzuki Tomoko inside the hotel's private suite.
Yet despite the circumstances, while Suzuki Tomoko appeared to hold the advantage on the surface, it was Fujiwara Takuya who ultimately took control.
For Suzuki Tomoko, the experience felt like being thrown onto a violent swing or strapped into a runaway roller coaster.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her heart pounding so fiercely it felt as though it might burst from her chest. Every sensation crashed over her in relentless waves.
All of this was the result of Fujiwara Takuya's almost godlike skill.
Suzuki Tomoko had lived an ordinary life. She had never encountered someone so overwhelming, so unrestrained. Facing such stamina and intensity for the first time, she simply couldn't adapt.
Not everyone could withstand someone whose endurance felt almost inhuman—where each moment made it seem as if the heart and mind were being pushed beyond their limits.
Her thoughts spun, her breathing grew ragged, and fear mingled with pleasure as her body reacted faster than her mind could keep up.
Suzuki Tomoko screamed and cried out, unable to restrain herself.
Fortunately, Suzuki Shiro's wealth ensured absolute privacy. Every employee nearby had been cleared away. No one would witness her loss of composure.
From the other room, Suzuki Shiro watched in silence.
[T/N: Not fully, MC made sure of that.]
Seeing Suzuki Tomoko's vulnerable state stirred conflicting emotions within him. Guilt, discomfort, and pity all surfaced at once.
Logically, he should have been furious.
His wife was with another man.
Yet the sight of Suzuki Tomoko—so alive, so responsive—also awakened something dormant within him.
His condition.
If watching this could help restore his lost vitality, then he would endure it.
No matter how painful it was to witness, the benefits were undeniable. Not only could it help him recover, but it would also complete the system's task and allow him to have more children.
Why wouldn't he endure it?
[Ding—Congratulations, Host. You have regained one month of youth.]
Suzuki Shiro picked up the mirror beside him and examined himself closely.
One month younger—barely noticeable.
But one thing was clear.
Watching Suzuki Tomoko with Fujiwara Takuya had stirred his long-dormant desires.
On the screen, Suzuki Tomoko finally collapsed, overwhelmed by the strain on her body and mind. Her consciousness faded.
Fujiwara Takuya sat beside her calmly, poured himself a glass of water, and waited.
He had no intention of leaving immediately.
After all, he had been dragged into this. There were things that still needed to be said.
Even Suzuki Shiro couldn't help sighing.
They were both men—but the gap between them was immense.
Back then, Suzuki Shiro could barely last a few minutes.
With Fujiwara Takuya, the ordeal had stretched on for hours.
The difference was cruelly obvious.
Though Suzuki Shiro had once considered confronting Takuya, he abandoned the idea after careful thought.
Let Suzuki Tomoko handle it.
If he were to face Takuya, it would only intensify his sense of shame.
In the future, when the child was born, blood or not, he would still be the father.
That was what mattered.
As long as he lived long enough, his body would eventually recover and he would have his harem.
Fujiwara Takuya sat quietly beside the naked Suzuki Tomoko's sleeping form.
After a long while, her eyelids fluttered open.
The unfamiliar ceiling confused her.
Her thoughts were sluggish, memories scattered.
"Madam," Takuya said calmly, "you said this would be the last time. I think we're done. I should leave."
Suzuki Tomoko slowly recalled everything.
She had come here for her daughters' inheritance. At her husband's urging. For the sake of the family.
And… because she herself had always wanted this.
What she hadn't expected was how merciless Fujiwara Takuya would be.
The overwhelming sensations had frightened her. Her heart had raced violently, her head spinning as if she were on the verge of collapse.
She had never experienced anything like this before.
As for the cause of her fainting, there is no need to explain.
'We can only say that Fujiwara Takuya's manhood had been strengthened and had been fucking her for a long time.'
"Your goal has been achieved," Takuya continued. "I'm leaving now. Don't come looking for me again."
Whether she complied was her choice.
If she didn't, he would make sure she came to him eventually.
Even if Suzuki Tomoko doesn't look for him, he will find a way to make Suzuki Tomoko come to him on her own initiative. Anyway, he will not let Suzuki Tomoko go.
Fujiwara Takuya recalled the erotic scene with Tomoko just now.
Suzuki Tomoko, though no longer young and an aunt, possesses considerable knowledge and expertise and was eager in bed.
He would not let her go.
If everyone can think about it carefully , it seems that the people Takuya knows are all mothers, namely Kisaki Eri and Vermouth, Yukiko Kudo and now Suzuki Tomoko added to the mix.
Suzuki Tomoko stepped closer, her steps unsteady but deliberate.
"Officer Fujiwara," she murmured, leaning close and exhaling warm breath against his ear, "I forgot to mention something."
She gently bit his ear.
"To make sure my husband can hold the child… I may need your help for the next month or so."
Even knowing Suzuki Shiro was watching, she didn't care.
A child couldn't be guaranteed in a single attempt. It could take weeks. Maybe longer.
And during that time… she wanted to indulge herself.
She just wanted to sleep with Fujiwara Takuya and date him and have fun like other young girls.
"What?" Takuya said, feigning anger. "Madam, didn't we agree this was only today?"
Suzuki Tomoko panicked slightly and hugged him tightly, pressing herself against him.
"Don't worry," she said quickly. "I won't harm you."
"As long as you give my husband a son and stay with me until I'm pregnant, I can help put in a good word for you at the Metropolitan Police Department."
Takuya fell silent, stroking his chin.
It was tempting.
Not only could he keep Suzuki Tomoko close, but her influence could accelerate his promotion.
'Don't think that he can take over the Metropolitan Police Department immediately if he wants to even though his reasoning ability is also excellent.'
Because getting a promotion and a raise in salary is almost impossibly hard.
The class system in this country is rigid, and he has to work extremely hard to get a promotion and a raise.
Not to mention that he had just been promoted.
Without the help of others, it would not be easy to be promoted to superintendent.
The system alone couldn't overcome rigid hierarchies.
Now, he can not only get Suzuki Tomoko for free, but he can also imagine her smiling as she helps him climb the corporate ladder.
It's really killing two birds with one stone.
"Fine," he said at last, grinding his teeth. "But once you're pregnant, don't bother me again."
Internally, he was delighted.
"If that's what you want," Suzuki Tomoko replied softly. "I just want a child."
Yet deep down, sadness flickered across her heart.
*-*
Truthfully, she didn't want to let Takuya go at all. A part of her wanted to take him home and keep him by her side forever.
Only now did she finally understand why empress dowagers in ancient times kept male lovers—it felt far too good to give up.
Unfortunately, her seduction of Fujiwara Takuya had been nothing more than a task assigned by Suzuki Shiro.
Without his explicit approval, she would never have dared to act on her desires.
"Then… Madam Tomoko, I'll be leaving now."
Fujiwara Takuya turned and walked away, carrying a bag that contained a camera.
He wasn't ignorant of Shiro's surveillance.
He knew very well who had been watching—and from where.
Previously, Suzuki Shiro could only see partial angles at best: a glimpse of Tomoko's arms, Takuya's back. Takuya had no intention of allowing anyone to witness everything.
According to Suzuki Shiro's system prompt, their interaction was already sufficient. There was no need for continued monitoring.
Since Shiro wanted to spy, Takuya saw no reason to be polite.
His shadow guards had already recorded everything in secret.
When he left, he would take away all of Suzuki Shiro's surveillance equipment, leaving nothing behind.
His time with Suzuki Tomoko would remain preserved—an exclusive memory, a private film meant for future enjoyment.
Suzuki Tomoko stood by the doorway, watching him leave with a faint smile.
She felt full, satisfied, and inexplicably happy.
All of it was thanks to Inspector Fujiwara Takuya.
Takuya walked down the corridor when a nearby door opened.
Suzuki Shiro stepped out.
Facing each other, they both knew the truth, but they pretended not to.
Suzuki Shiro couldn't accuse him of placing a "green hat" on his head, and Takuya had no intention of admitting anything.
In fact, Takuya fully intended to keep doing it.
"Good day, President Suzuki," Takuya said calmly before walking past him.
Suzuki Shiro didn't respond, simply brushing past him.
If not for the system recognizing Fujiwara Takuya as an S-level talent, Shiro wouldn't need him at all.
Once Takuya had served his purpose, Shiro fully intended to discard him.
After all, this was the man who had slept with his wife.
That he hadn't killed him already was restraint enough.
Takuya understood Shiro's thoughts perfectly.
If the roles were reversed, he would've done far worse.
As long as Suzuki Tomoko safely delivered a healthy child, he didn't mind letting Shiro receive his meager system rewards.
Back in the private suite, Suzuki Tomoko cleaned the room mechanically.
Yet Takuya's image kept resurfacing in her mind.
She found that she had been conquered by Fujiwara Takuya's furious pounding and could not leave him anymore.
That sense of inner fulfillment was something she had never experienced before.
When Suzuki Shiro entered the room and saw her dazed expression, he immediately understood.
And it made him deeply uncomfortable.
To complete the task, he had sacrificed his wife.
At least be good to her, he told himself.
The memory of watching them together through the monitor made his head throb.
The humiliation was unbearable.
Suzuki Tomoko was still immersed in the memory of being taken by Takuya.
Shiro had no choice but to allow her to seek satisfaction elsewhere.
If there was anyone to blame, it was Fujiwara Takuya—and his terrifying stamina.
Watching the footage earlier had shocked him. The sheer length of time left Shiro feeling deeply inferior.
Even in his youth—using medication and exercise—he had never come close.
"Cough… ahem."
Suzuki Shiro cleared his throat to pull her back to reality.
Only then did Suzuki Tomoko snap out of her reverie.
"Hubby," she said calmly, "I've completed the task. I should be able to conceive within a month."
Suzuki Shiro felt a knot tighten in his chest.
His wife had been thinking about another man.
If not for the mission, he would've exploded long ago.
Yet watching her earlier had stirred something inside him.
Perhaps… he could still recover.
Maybe one day, with enough stimulation, his body would respond again.
He still wanted a future filled with women.
"Wife," Suzuki Shiro said slowly, "invite him again in the future. Every time, notify me. I'll watch over things… to prevent accidents."
Suzuki Shiro decided that every time Suzuki Tomoko secretly slept with Fujiwara Takuya, he would observe in secret.
After all, Fujiwara Takuya is an expert, he can learn more from him. Maybe one day when he recovers, he will learn Takuya's bedroom skills.
Then find a harem outside.
As for Suzuki Tomoko—she was already old and obsessed with another man.
He no longer cared.
Tomoko's face was full of surprise, and an incredible expression appeared on her delicate face.
She thought she had misheard.
He had been watching?
What kind of twisted thinking was this?
She had assumed today's events were merely about inheritance and survival.
Who would have imagined that her husband had secretly enjoyed observing her with another man?
Was Suzuki Shiro… a pervert?
The thought unsettled her.
Yet if that were truly the case…
Then she could openly stay with Fujiwara Takuya.
Honestly, Takuya was handsome, attentive, and tireless.
She liked his explosive intensity—even if it left her unconscious.
"Don't worry," she said quietly. "I'll complete the task as soon as possible and give you a son."
She didn't mention how much she already missed Takuya.
No matter how strong her feelings were, Suzuki Shiro must never discover them.
If he ever suspected love, he would destroy her.
Neither of them realized that Suzuki Shiro's mind had already twisted beyond normal reasoning.
Outside, Fujiwara Takuya got into his car and adjusted his appearance in the mirror.
Suzuki Tomoko… truly crazy.
Clingy, aggressive, completely inconsiderate.
But he wasn't innocent either.
He had left marks all over her.
And he fully intended to continue.
Van Gogh painted sunflowers.
He preferred strawberries.
Perhaps… he would become the next great artist.
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