The night before her scheduled departure, Naga received a rather unexpected phone call.
He hesitated for a moment, then told Miku that he might have to work overtime tonight and would be going home a little later. He then drove to the place mentioned on the phone.
He took out his sunglasses and put them on, then looked in the rearview mirror, only to find that they made him even more conspicuous, so he had to take them off again.
He considered for a few seconds, ruffled his hair, then took off his coat, leaving only his black briefcase, and fastened his tie, buttoning his shirt all the way up to his collar. He looked just like an insurance salesman.
Naga parked the car a little further away and got out, walking into the apartment building.
Should I start married life in such a secondhand house? Naga frowned, thinking that if it were the old him, he would probably end up living in a place like this, spending the rest of his life with a woman he met through arranged marriage.
He certainly wouldn't look down on this kind of place now, and he never expected that "she" would be able to stand it.
After ringing the doorbell, a somewhat tired voice came from inside after a while, "Who is it?"
"It's me." No introduction was needed; the other person would never forget his voice.
"Ah!" came a joyful whisper from inside, followed by the pattering sound of slippers approaching.
When the door opened, Koga Yu's face, clearly showing signs of being saved, was revealed.
He glanced at the doorplate, a slightly amused smile on his face, and said, "Uh... it seems I should call you Kunimi Yu now."
Koga... Kunimi, tsk, what a memorable surname for a couple. It's a pity the male owner isn't a professional pitcher.
You gave him a playful glare, "You're so annoying, don't call me by my last name."
Passing through the neatly tidy entryway, you arrive at what should be called the living room. After all, it's a small suite apartment, with the living room taking up most of the space. Calling it a living room is just a matter of separating the private and public areas with Japanese-style sliding doors.
The cushions and low table were new, but apart from that, there was nothing brand new in the room; most of the furniture was old but clean.
Yu seemed to have made some preparations; she wore light makeup and her hair was neatly combed. However, she hadn't had time to change out of her pajamas, which were suitable for doing housework, so they looked a bit mismatched.
"I didn't expect you to come so quickly. I was just thinking of waxing the entryway floor again." You swept her hair back from her temples. Her hair had grown quite a bit, making her gentle features less cute and more serene. After completely shedding her hidden worldly air, she now looked like a gentle and beautiful young woman.
"How are you doing?" He looked around, feeling a pang of heartache. A woman like You, even with just her looks, could easily live in a top-tier apartment and leisurely enjoy life if she wanted to.
"My husband works very hard and doesn't earn much. Luckily, I'm used to being frugal, so we manage to get by." Although she said this, her smile was very sweet. "At least, he loves me very much and I'm the only one in his heart."
"Hmm...that's good." Naga touched the cigarette case in her pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back. "Isn't he here?"
"He's away on a business trip and won't be back for two or three days," Yu said, straightening her collar.
Sensing a hint of unease in her eyes, Naihe frowned slightly and asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Yu bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Speak, I'm already here." Naga unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, rolled them up, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm.
Yu let out an embarrassed "Ah," got up, took out the remote control, turned on the air conditioner, and then sat down somewhat awkwardly next to Naga, whispering, "Actually... it's like this, after we got married, our lives haven't been very comfortable. Recently, Akira has started to feel very sorry for me, and he's been working like crazy, trying to make my life better."
Naga stood up and walked to the air vent, enjoying the cool air that chased away her restlessness. "Are you having financial difficulties?"
Yu smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "He's still a newcomer to the company, and his income is indeed very meager. Thanks to you, all my family's debts have been cleared up. However, the mortgage on this secondhand apartment still needs to be paid off for a while, so we can only try to reduce our expenses as much as possible." She hesitated for a moment and said softly, "With me managing the household finances, we can barely make ends meet. It's just... it's just that my husband works too hard, and I'm afraid... before our lives improve, he'll collapse first."
It seems that what Yu cherishes is this kind of ordinary and simple life, and when this life becomes unstable, a sense of crisis begins to spread.
Some tacit understanding remained between them. Naga nodded and said, "I understand. I'm going to Europe on a business trip tomorrow, which will probably take about a week. I'll let Minister Kuroki know before I leave. After your husband returns from his business trip, you can discuss it with him. As long as he doesn't object, you can come back to work anytime."
Yu's eyes immediately lit up with gratitude. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Naga, I... I really don't know how to express my gratitude."
"I couldn't attend your wedding because of something, consider this my apology." Naihe smiled. This kind of promise really meant nothing to him; if it was just something like that, it would be too easy to resolve. "Besides, when did you become so forgetful about how to thank me?"
A faint blush immediately appeared on You's cheeks. She blinked and stood up from the table. Perhaps her status as a married woman had changed her mindset to some extent, because she seemed a little reserved when she leaned against him.
"I'm married now, and I'm a haggard old woman. Compared to those young and beautiful girls at the company, I'm really ashamed. But if... Naga, if you don't mind, then... then please hug me..." Her voice trembled slightly, but her tone was resolute.
Originally intending to focus his energy on the substitute for love, Naga suddenly lost his patience while holding Yu's soft and slender body.
He lifted her chin and kissed her forcefully. The thought that the delicate tongue in her mouth legally belonged to another man sent an uncontrollable surge of immoral excitement down her spine. While intensely playing with You's lips, he pulled her hand to his rapidly swelling crotch.
A soft moan escaped her lips. Yu hesitated for a moment, then expertly unzipped her pants. After pulling her stretched-out panties aside, the familiar, enormous penis emerged from the open passage. She grasped the bulging, pale blue veins of the shaft, stroking the foreskin up and down, which was almost stretched out.
After manipulating his penis until it was fully erect, she panted and turned her face away from Naga's kiss. Then, she licked his chin, her nimble tongue moving down to below his rolling Adam's apple, kissing down the buttons she had unbuttoned one by one.
As her nipple was held between her lips and her moist, tender tongue began to circle around it, Naga let out a sigh of relief, braced her hands against the wall behind her, and thrust her lower body forward.
As expected, from the very beginning until now, You has always been the one who is best at serving him. That kind of wholehearted focus and skillful and effective technique can probably only be perfectly combined in her. And now, there is a subtle sense of shame about being someone else's wife in her demeanor, which makes him feel even more happy and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
"Do you usually comfort your partner properly?" He brushed Yu's hair aside and stroked her cheek. Actually, he was somewhat jealous of the man who could indulge in his body every night whenever he wanted.
"Hmm... We've done it, but not often." Yu pulled his shirt back and said with a hint of disappointment, "He's just a very ordinary man. If I take good care of him normally, he'll ejaculate in no time, and then I'll be very lonely. He only wants it when he's on his period, and then I'll use my mouth and hands to help him. But that opportunity is rare. He's not like you; he's not a very lustful man."
"That's such a waste…" Naga unbuckled his belt and gently pressed his hand on the top of her head.
She obediently squatted down, pulled his pants down to his knees, and then, just as she had done countless times before, stroked his scrotum with one hand and held his erect penis in the other, placing it in his open mouth.
"Uh... your mouth is still so amazing." He couldn't help but clench his muscles in his lower back, and following the direction of the pleasure, he thrust his penis deep into the moist, warm mouth. Yu, who was being attacked by Naga, skillfully adjusted the angle, allowing his writhing throat to smoothly envelop the inserted glans, while his curved tongue laboriously rubbed the sensitive frenulum beneath the shaft.
This wonderful feeling made even a man with amazing stamina like Naga unable to resist moving his hips. If it were an ordinary man like her husband, he might very well have ejaculated all his semen into her belly in one go.
Since Yu is going to be reinstated, there will be plenty of opportunities to play with this married woman in the future. He can't go back too late tonight. Naga thought for a moment, suppressed the urge to ejaculate into her mouth first, and retreated while panting.
Yu wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her cheeks even redder than before. She probably wanted it too. Her raised gaze was filled with suppressed desire, and her moist eyes looked at the swaying male organ in front of her with a sense of shame.
"Let's go inside." Behind the sliding door should be the couple's bedroom. Spreading out their usual bedding and completely possessing her on it fueled Naga's escalating restlessness.
"Huh? That's quite a strange persistence," Naga thought, pursing his lips. "Whatever, there should be plenty of opportunities in the future." He understood Yu's personality, so he said "okay" and started taking off his clothes.
Naga had done it with Yu many times, but rarely had the chance to take off all her clothes. After becoming completely naked, Naga spread her legs and stood in front of Yu with great interest, "If it's here, where would be a better place?"
You sat on the low table, lifted her buttocks and pulled her panties out from under her long skirt. After seeing a wet stain on them, she blushed, rolled them up and put them aside. She lifted her skirt up, half-lyed on the low table, and raised her legs towards him.
Her mature and beautiful genitals, glistening with love juice, bloomed like a flower. She used her fingers to part her moistened vulva, closed her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Please...please come and enjoy my little hole."
As expected of Yu, she noticed his displeasure at being refused to go to the bedroom and immediately compensated with excellent acting skills. Her shameful yet longing expression clearly catered to his desire for the identity of a married woman.
Naga licked his lips with satisfaction, uttering a line he had wanted to say for a long time, and stuffed his swollen member all at once, "Madam, you really are lewd."
"Ah...yes, I...I am a wanton wife, please...please punish me severely, severely for my husband..." Perhaps worried about being overheard by someone next door, You's voice was very soft, but her body reacted strongly. Her twisting movements and wonderful internal spasms, which were completely unlike acting, showed that the man had never satisfied her.
"Her true climax belongs entirely to me," Naga thought smugly, pushing up her top, kneading her soft breasts, and thrusting her hips forward forcefully.
The low table creaked and groaned as Naga's intense thrusting continued.
"Ugh... Naga... I... I... I'm coming... so... so good! Ah... mmm mmm mmm..." Desperately swallowing the rest of her scream back down her throat, Yu stretched her neck out in ecstasy, the bluish veins bulging on the side of her flushed neck, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and she released a satisfying orgasm.
Although he hadn't been with a woman for a while, Naga's stamina wasn't too bad. He enjoyed the contracting honey pot during his orgasm for a while, then turned her over, peeled off her annoying skirt, straddled her white and plump buttocks, and thrust in with a plop.
If only her husband could call back, that would be perfect. Naga thought with a touch of regret as she kneaded the woman's firm, elastic buttocks.
More than an hour later, Naga quickly pulled out his penis and, panting, straddled Yu's face. She weakly raised her head, supported herself on the tatami mat with her hands, and opened her mouth to receive the thick, white semen.
She was covered in sweat, which made her look shiny. Her knees and buttocks were red from being rubbed against the tatami mat, and her elbows were also bruised. It was clear that without bedding, the rough tatami mat was not a suitable place for making love.
The intense pleasure drained You's strength, and she lay lazily on the ground, seemingly too exhausted to even put on her clothes.
Naga rested for a while, then picked up her skirt and covered her stomach before starting to put her own clothes back on. There was nothing more to say; their relationship had always been simple and straightforward.
As he left, Naga stared at the doorplate outside for a while, a strange sense of satisfaction rising in his heart from the wooden plaque bearing the surnames of other men.
He smiled, walked down the stairs, and drove home.