Sayaka couldn't remember the last time she'd thought about her husband.
In the beginning, she used to whisper his name in guilt while Genzou fucked her brains out. She used to imagine him coming home, imagine his touch, imagine the life she promised him.
But now… nothing.
The only thing in her mind was cock.
His cock.
That thick, veiny, 12-inch monster that split her pussy open every day, every night.
Her body had betrayed her long ago. Now her heart followed.
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It was late at night when the final thread of her resistance snapped.
Sayaka sat straddling Genzou in his futon, her yukata loose, her enormous tits bouncing wildly as she rode his cock. Sweat dripped down her flushed skin, her ass slapping against his thighs with every desperate bounce.
Her pussy gushed with every stroke, milking his shaft like it was her only purpose in life.
"K-Kawamoto-san—ahhh! It's so deep! You're filling me again!"
She threw her head back, moaning shamelessly, her voice echoing through the old wooden house.
"You like it, don't you?" he grunted, gripping her fat ass with both hands. "You like being my breeding cow, Sayaka."
Her body trembled violently at his words. Her cunt clenched down hard, squeezing his cock as another orgasm ripped through her.
"Yes! Yes! I love it! I'm your cow—ahhh! Breed me, Kawamoto-san!"
Her huge tits slapped against her chest as she bounced faster, begging for more, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
---
The next morning, she no longer even pretended to be modest.
She cooked breakfast with her yukata wide open, her tits swinging freely as she bent over the stove.
When Genzou walked by, she bent further, her ass sticking out, dripping with the cum he'd pumped into her last night.
"Do you want me again before breakfast, Kawamoto-san?" she asked sweetly, her voice trembling with need.
He smirked, pushed her against the counter, and slid his cock deep inside her from behind.
Her scream of pleasure filled the kitchen as rice boiled over, forgotten.
---
From that day, every room became their nest.
On the tatami, on the veranda, even on the front steps of the house at night.
Sayaka no longer cared who heard.
Her massive boobs bounced with every thrust, her fat ass clapped against his hips, her pussy dripping endlessly as she begged for more.
"I don't love him anymore," she sobbed one night, lying under Genzou as he pounded her womb. "I don't care about my husband—I only care about this cock!"
Her confession came with a gush of juices, her orgasm so strong it sprayed across the futon.
"You're mine now," Genzou growled, slamming into her harder. "Say it."
"I'm yours! I'm your woman! Your breeding slut!"
Hot cum flooded her womb again, dripping out as she trembled beneath him, smiling through her tears.
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The final proof came a week later.
Sayaka knelt between his legs in the garden, sucking his cock under the open sky. Her tits squished together as she stroked the base, her tongue swirling around the swollen head.
"Ahhh… so thick… I need it inside again…" she moaned, drooling over his shaft.
When he finally came, she swallowed every drop, her eyes shining with lust.
She licked her lips, smiling up at him like a devoted wife.
"Don't ever stop, Kawamoto-san. I want your cock every day. I want your seed in me until I'm swollen with your child."
Her voice broke into a whimper, but her eyes burned with hunger.
"Make me yours forever."
And Genzou pulled her up, bent her over the garden fence, and fucked her raw as cicadas screamed in the summer night.
Sayaka screamed with them, her pussy creaming all over his shaft, her body fully, shamelessly corrupted.
No more guilt. No more conflict.
She wasn't a tenant anymore. She wasn't even a wife.
She was his.
Forever.