Fiona licked the ice cream slowly, sweetly, delicately. The therapist watched with a loving smile, thinking to herself, "Ohhh, the way she eats that ice cream... I'm completely melting from love..."
"Um, Flora, I... I don't know how to thank you... This... it really warms my heart that you're giving me all your time."
She smiled, resting a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "My love, you don't need to thank me for anything. I'm here for you, okay? You'll stay with me for a few days. Until you're okay. Until we find a proper solution. Don't worry—you're not moving in forever..."
A playful wink followed.
Fiona's cheeks burned crimson as the melting ice cream dripped down her hand. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea... Tomer will be furious if he finds out I vanished without telling him..."
"Oh darling, don't worry," the blue-lipped woman soothed. "I'll talk to him. I'll explain everything. Does he even know you're coming to my sessions?"
The younger woman looked embarrassed, ashamed. She took a deep breath. "Um, no... I've kept it secret for two years. I don't want him to know. He... thinks everything is fine with me..."
The therapist stood tall, hands on hips, face hardening. "Hmph. I didn't expect trash like him to understand you. It's okay, princess. I'm not angry you kept it hidden. On the contrary—you protected yourself. But you have to realize... he'll find out eventually. One way or another. You understand?"
Tears welled up as her gaze dropped. "I... I know... I'm so sorry, Flora... I really should have told him..."
Warm hands cupped her face. A soft smile appeared as blue eyes looked deep into green. A thumb wiped the tear away, one hand holding her chin gently while the other stroked pink-orange hair. "Shhh. Enough, gorgeous. You'll be okay. You're with me now. Don't think about him. He's irrelevant. Right now we're having a fun day. I have a few things planned. Ready?"
A faint smile broke through. The melted ice cream slipped from her fingers to the floor. "Um... yes. I'm ready..." she answered shyly.
Bright blue lipstick gleamed as soft lips brushed her cheek. "Mwah. Good girl. Come on."
Heat rushed to her face. She touched the kissed spot, silent, as a warm hand took hers. They walked to a game booth with a punching machine—hit with power up to 1000 to win a prize.
The young guy running it grinned. "Hey ladies, ready to try? First punch is on the house!"
A confident smile answered. "Hmph. Too easy. Want to go first, princess?"
Cheeks flushed again, hands clasped tightly. "I... I'm too weak... You go first..."
A soft laugh escaped. "Okay. Why not. Hey kid, set it up. And watch closely, beautiful—cheer for me, yeah?"
Another wink. The machine lowered. A fighting stance formed, a bow given as if facing a real opponent. In her mind, Tomer's face appeared on the pad—a huge, disgusting, hairy brown monster. "Hmph. I don't know what he really looks like, but this works."
The right fist swung hard. "Hyaa!!!"
Boom. Numbers soared: 100, 200, 300, 400... up to 986. New record. Previous high: 954.
The booth owner gaped. "Huh?! Someone my age did what all those muscle guys couldn't? Uh... impressive! Record broken—second punch free too. Hehe."
He scratched his head awkwardly.
A glance turned to the shyly smiling girl clapping softly. "Yay Flora! Wow, you're so strong! That was amazing to watch! Hehe."
The giggle was light, innocent, pure. A hand pressed to chest as butterflies erupted. "That smile... that sweet laugh... I have to protect it. It's my mission now. Make her laugh. Help her forget that monster named Tomer."
A grin spread. "Your turn, baby girl. Show me what you've got."
Nervous shifting. "Um... are you sure?"
"Absolutely, princess. Go for it. I'll teach you."
A hand was taken. "Stand straight. Left foot forward. Hands up, guarding your face."
Hesitation gave way to obedience. A steadying touch on the waist. "Perfect. Now slight wind-up. Pull back. Not raw power—speed and sharpness. Control. Ready? 3... 2... 1... go!"
Concentration. Pull back. Boom. Clean, sharp hit. Numbers climbed: 100, 200, 300... to 563.
Enthusiastic clapping. "Yes! Beautiful! For your first time? Incredible!"
The fist was lightly scratched, a drop of blood. The prize arrived—a giant koala teddy bear.
Arms hugged it tightly. "Yaaay! It's so cute... Hehe."
An air kiss blown to the owner. "Bye! Thanks!"
The bear cradled close. Gentle fingers stroked pink hair. Sparkling eyes looked up. "Flora... it's adorable... thank you. This feels... freeing."
A ramen stand caught attention. "Oh princess, let's grab some. Come on!"
They approached. The seller bowed. "Welcome! Ready to order?"
"Two hot bowls, please. Quick."
"Perfect. 10,000 yen."
Cash placed, change waived.
They sat side by side. Suddenly the phone rang—"My Beloved Husband" flashing.
Panic rose. "Um... he's calling! What do I do?"
Trembling began. The phone taken calmly, decline pressed.
A gasp. "No! I can't just hang up on him! Why did you do that?"
Voice sharpened. "Enough. Shhh, my princess. Calm down. Deep breaths. You're with me. I'm protecting you. Block him for now. Nothing bad happened. He'll survive."
Shaking intensified, eyes darting, sweat beading. Both hands held, kissed softly. She stood, pulled the younger woman up gently. "Come here, gorgeous. Let me hold you."
A deep, warm bear hug enveloped her. Wide eyes remained stressed. Chin tilted up, whisper to teary face. "He'll kill me... he'll destroy me..."
Faces drew close. Lips met.
Soft at first. Then deeper. Breath caught. Blue eyes closed, lips moving into a slow, hot French kiss.
Pull back with sensual sound. "Mwah... Better?"
A stunned stare. "Flora... you... you just... kissed me...?"
Bowls arrived. "Everything alright? Food's ready."
A glance. "Give us a minute, please."
The seller left.
Blue eyes locked on green. "Yes. I kissed you. So what? Think it's wrong? I wanted you to feel good. Instinct. Sorry... I couldn't hold back anymore."
The phone rang again. A whimper. "No..."
Taken, powered off.
Cut to home—Tomer raging, calling. "You bitch! Answer!"
Voicemail. Phone smashed against wall. "She turned it off! Bitch! I'll kill her! Fuck... boss will fire me... I have to find her..."
Door slammed.
Back at the stand, the hug lingered. "Enough, my love. Stop fearing him. I know ramen isn't happening now. Let's go to my place. We'll take it to go. Hey! Pack these!"
Silence the entire walk. Sad. Terrified. Mute.
Side hug given, ramen bag carried.
Ten calm minutes later—modest private house, glowing blue and pink. Synthetic grass. Beautiful plants.
They entered. The younger woman stood frozen, trembling.
Sadness in blue eyes. "You're truly terrified of him... No matter what I say, it won't change right now. Okay. Sorry, gorgeous. I didn't want to do this. Only time. Therapy technique—return to focus."
Chin gently lifted. Sharp but controlled slap.
Eyes widened, tears forming. "Flora...? What are you...?"
Immediate kneel, voice soft, apologetic. "Oh my love, I'm so sorry. Sorry, sorry. Just needed to snap you out. You were gone. Everything's okay now. Listen. Sit on the sofa. Make yourself at home. Cookies, sweets, drinks on the table—for guests. Okay?"
A whisper. "Okay... Should I call him back?"
Tone darkened. "No. Forget him. Focus on yourself. On eating. I'll warm the ramen. We'll eat like two incredible women."
"Flora... not really hungry... tired... scared... in shock... Everything moving too fast. You kissed me. Held me. But why? Why do you care so much?"
Pause. Freeze. Quiet voice. "Because if there's one person in this world I care about... it's you. Two years as my patient. Your story, your gentle soul—got inside me. So kind. So sweet. So good. Breaks my walls. Fifteen years psychologist. Former karate fighter. You weaken me."
Face softened, fear lingering. "I... don't know what to say..."
Smile. Bowls carried to table. "You don't have to. Just needed you to know."
Sudden rise from sofa. Hug from behind, tears but smile. "Flora... you're more than my therapist... Today—most magical in years. Thinking of Tomer terrifies me. With you... protected. Safe. Loved. Missed it so long..."
Eyes welled up. Silence.
Whisper. "Flora... you okay? Why crying...?"
Turn, smile through tears. "Because that's what I needed to hear. I'm helping. You feel safe with me. That's all that matters right now."
Step closer. Hands taken. Eyes locked. "Flora... part of me must stay loyal to Tomer... But another says... not worth it. That I should just... hold you."
Face cupped gently. "Hug? Sweet. But not enough for me. May I kiss you again?"
Breath caught. "I... I don't know..."
Slow lean. "It's okay... Gently..."
Blue lips met pink. Soft. Deeper. Hesitation... then timid response.
Hands slid to suit. Tie loosened. Deep cleavage spilled. Heavy breasts pressed against chest.
Kiss grew hotter. Pause—jacket unbuttoned, dropped. Tight blue bra barely containing.
Slight pull back, eyes wide. "Flora... you're undressing...?"
Silence. Hands to pants. Lowered slowly, firm round ass turned—thin blue thong.
Deep flush. "Flora... you're... so beautiful..."
Lifted by the ass, pulled close. Wet, hungry French kiss. Eyes closed.
White shirt peeled off. Soft pink bra remained.
Whisper. "I... don't know if right... too fast... Flora, I'm married..."
"Shhh. Don't speak. Married to a monster doesn't count."
Pink bra gently unclasped. C-cup breasts free, nipples hardening. Hands covered instinctively, mortified. "Oh no... topless... Flora..."
Lowered to floor. Own bra unhooked. Massive breasts bounced free, nipples dark, erect.
Thong slid off. Completely naked. Smile, lip bite. "Oh princess... waited two years for this. Dream of you every night. Can't stop thinking. You're my everything."
Breathless stare. "Flora... naked... again...!"
Kneel. Modest pants gently removed. Pink panties clung.
"Flora... so embarrassed..."
"Don't be, my love. Gentle. Can't hold back. Want to make love. Fuck you. Everything. Forget Tomer. My home. Taking care of you. Hurts or wrong—say it. Stop instantly."
Pink panties smoothly down. Smooth, wet ass and pussy exposed.
Silence, trembling—shame and arousal.
Soft laugh whisper. "Gentle... Relax. Breathe. Feel good... hehe."
Cheeks parted with hands. Tongue pressed deep between, slow licks—then deeper, teasing tight rear entrance.
Loud moan. "Ahhh! No! Flora! I'm... married! Ahhh!"
Hot, insistent licking continued. Moans desperate, hips bucking.
Pause only when dripping wet. Rise, gleaming blue lips licked. "Wow... taste incredible... hehe. Now, princess—pleasure me. Okay? Guide your head slowly. Do what feels right."
Face burned. "I... don't really know how..."
Soft kiss. "You do. Trust me."
Gentle grip on pink hair. Face lowered between thighs.
Tongue touched soaked pussy. Instant moan. "Oh my god—yes! Yes! Yes!"
Hesitant moves turned hungry. Inside thought: "What am I doing...? Licking Flora's pussy... But god, it feels so good..."
Moans escalated. Hard climax. "Ahhh Fiona! I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Oh my god—my princess, climaxing!"
Hot squirt splashed face. Jerk back, light cough, wide eyes.
Rubbing through aftershocks. "Yes... yes..."
Stunned stare. "So that's... orgasm...? Tomer never... gave me that..."
Lip bite hard. Long silver hair loose. Pull close—deep wet French kiss. "Mwah... mwah... mwah..."
Lift again. Breasts sucked—slow, greedy—one then other. Both moaned, bodies grinding.
Cry out. "Yes! Oh wow!"
Cut to street—18:30. Tomer frantic. Every supermarket, stall. Nothing. "Where the fuck is she!? Fuck!"
Phone rang. Fast answer. "Fiona?!"
Boss barked. "Tomer! Why no show?! Joke?! One more—fired!"
Stammered. "No boss, sorry! Wife sick. Cared for her. Tomorrow, swear..."
"Last chance!" Click.
Scream. Phone smashed ground. "Fuck! Fiona! Where are you!?"
Back at house. Lost in each other—kissing, licking, sucking.
Move down again. Front this time. Two full minutes relentless on clit and pussy.
Never moaned like this. "Flora... yes! Wow... I'm... gonna cum!"
Three minutes—light squirt erupted.
Scream. "Oh god! I'm cumming!"
Mouth opened wide, catching like nectar.
Collapse, panting.
Glistening face looked up. "Happy, my beautiful? Okay?"
Heavy breath. "I'm... more than okay. Feel... incredible."
Kiss again. Hand taken, led to bedroom.
Mouth fell open. "Flora... what is this...?"
Room bathed pink-orange. Wall covered—photos of her, printed chats, blue-pink hearts, stickers screaming FLORA X FIONA—DEATH TO TOMER.
Soft but intense smile. "Truth. Can't hide anymore. Fiona... I love you. Want you. All to myself."
Expression neutral. Cold. "Flora... give my clothes. I'm leaving."
Face fell. Panic flashed. "Wait—Fiona, my love, please listen—"
"I can't. This insane. You're insane. Sorry... thank you for everything. Intense. But I have to go back."
To be continued.