The cicadas screamed again the next morning as Sayaka Tanabe woke up in her new room. The countryside was quiet, peaceful—too peaceful. She stretched, her enormous breasts spilling against her thin nightshirt, nipples poking through as the morning breeze brushed over her.
Her husband had called late the previous night. The usual talk—work was busy, he might not visit for months, please take care of yourself. Sayaka smiled, said the words of a loyal wife, then hung up. But deep down, a loneliness gnawed at her. The kind that even her husband's voice couldn't soothe.
She shook the thought away, tied her hair, and slipped into a casual dress. The fabric clung to her soft, heavy curves, outlining her hips and her round ass. She padded out to the kitchen where Kawamoto-san was already sipping tea.
"Good morning," she said, bowing politely.
He returned the greeting, though his eyes betrayed him—they followed the sway of her huge breasts as she leaned over to prepare breakfast.
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The day went by in small chores. Sayaka scrubbed the wooden floors, her tits bouncing heavily with each motion. She hung laundry in the sun, her skirt pressing against the thick roundness of her ass, the damp fabric showing the shape of her thighs.
Every time, Genzou's eyes lingered. He tried to be discreet, but the bulge in his loose pants betrayed the way her presence consumed him.
That night, after dinner, Sayaka carried a tray of tea to his room. She slid the door open quietly.
"Kawamoto-san, I brought—"
Her voice stopped.
Inside, under the dim lamplight, the seventy-year-old sat on his futon, legs spread. His hand moved furiously up and down his shaft—no, not just a shaft, but a monstrous cock, thick and veiny, easily twelve inches long.
Sayaka froze. Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.
That thing… it wasn't a cock. It was a beast. Fat veins snaked across its surface, the swollen head flared, glistening with precum. Each stroke made his old body shudder as low grunts escaped his throat.
She should have turned away. She should have closed the door and run. But instead, her feet rooted to the floor, her eyes locked onto that obscene piece of meat.
Her heart raced. Heat flushed her cheeks. A strange tightness coiled in her belly.
She had seen her husband's cock many times before—but this… this was so much bigger, thicker, terrifyingly manly. Just the sight of it made her thighs press together.
"Ahhh… Sayaka…" Genzou groaned, unaware of her presence, stroking faster.
Her name. He was thinking of her.
Sayaka's breath hitched. Her nipples stiffened under her blouse, pushing out like guilty signals. Shame flooded her chest, yet she could not look away.
Finally, she snapped, whispering a broken, "S-sumimasen!" and slid the door shut. The tray of tea rattled in her trembling hands.
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Back in her room, she leaned against the door, panting.
Her heart wouldn't calm down. The image of that massive cock burned behind her eyelids. She pressed her hands to her chest, feeling her tits rise and fall with each desperate breath.
"What… what did I just see…?" she whispered.
Her husband's cock was average, gentle, familiar. She had never thought of another man's. But now—her body remembered that veiny monster, the way it pulsed in his hand. Her thighs rubbed unconsciously together, her pussy dampening her underwear.
Sayaka gasped, horrified at herself. She crawled into bed, clutching her pillow, pressing it between her legs. But her body wouldn't stop trembling, her nipples aching, her pussy throbbing.
She told herself to forget. That it was wrong. That she was a loyal wife.
But as she drifted into restless sleep, her dreams betrayed her—dreams of Genzou's cock pressing against her lips, her breasts bouncing wildly as she struggled to fit even half of it inside her.
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Meanwhile, in his room, Genzou lay back with a satisfied groan. His cum stained his belly, dripping thickly down his shaft. He hadn't noticed the door crack open. He didn't know that Sayaka had seen him.
But he would notice soon.
Because the next morning, when Sayaka served him breakfast, she couldn't meet his eyes. Her cheeks burned every time he spoke. Her massive tits jiggled nervously inside her blouse, and when her fingers brushed his while handing him chopsticks, she flinched like she'd been shocked.
Genzou narrowed his eyes. He was an old man, but not blind. Something had changed.
And when his cock stirred in his pants under the table, he thought:
She saw. She saw it, didn't she?
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And thus, the line had been crossed.
Sayaka still told herself she was loyal, faithful, untouched. But the beastly image of that fat cock had already carved itself deep into her mind.
The poison of curiosity had begun its slow work.