Miyata slept like a log in the living room. He didn't snore like
Souji, but he did occasionally twitch in his sleep. He looked young.
Souji did say he was new, and my husband did also start at
Ushigome young. This kid, however, looked like he had just
graduated college. Barely any hair on his face to even call fuzz.
While I waited for the water to rise to a simmer, I sent Kanako
a text. She was most likely asleep by now, but at least she would see
it in the morning.
As I sat there, feeling the wooden chair brush against my skin,
I started to rub my butt on the seat. I was getting wet and horny. My
fingers reached down to stroke my pussy, and a gasp escaped me.
"Aahh… nnnh."
One finger, two fingers. I slid into myself so easily because I
was soaked. Fingering myself with warm fingers somehow felt better
than a dildo, but there was another thing that was better than both. I
wanted flesh inside me.
I was getting close until footsteps on the linoleum flooring
startled me. Miyata and I locked eyes, but his gaze shifted to where I
was fingering myself.
"Sorry!" The man who had been asleep was wide awake.
Miyata bowed his head apologetically and ducked behind the wall. "I
saw the lights were on and thought I should close it."
I pulled my fingers out slowly so he wouldn't hear it. Being in
this lingerie, he practically saw me naked. Embarrassment gnawed
at my face, heating up my entire body, especially between my legs
which was soaking wet at this point.
In spite of this, a certain degree of thrill lit up inside me. Like
an oven set to bake on high, and my body was dough rising in
response to the heat.
The footsteps were beginning to retreat back to the living
room, but I called out to stop him, "You must be thirsty, right? I have
miso soup if you… would like some?"
The moment he came in, the flickering candle in me grew to
an inferno. Miyata inched into the kitchen with his head low, eyes
even lower trying to avoid staring. He accepted my invitation
nonetheless, but was evidently embarrassed by my sparse outfit.
"If… if you insist," he meeked out.
Miyata was a little on the chubby side, had a bowl-cut hair
probably from his elementary school days and never bothered to
change the style. He took the seat across from me, where Souji
always sat. I offered him a smile, and got up to fix some soup.
Though I couldn't see him, I knew his eyes burned into me.
The transparent lower half gave him a full view of my lower back
side. No healthy man with a semblance of sexual instinct could resist
looking.
I filled the bowl with a heap of diced tofu, seaweed, and green
onions. Then went into the fridge to pull out a small dish of
edamame. Miyata gratefully accepted. He chowed and slurped,
almost like he'd forgotten a half naked woman was in front of him. It
went to show the power good food had on a drunk man's stomach.
The longer I sat here watching Miyata eat, the stranger I felt. I
figured some small talk would do both of us some good."Souji said you're new at Ushigome, how long have you
known him?" I asked.
"I only started working with Senpai recently, but he's incredibly
kind and patient with me. He's really good at what he does. Except
for the latest mishaps, everyone speaks highly of him,"
Miyata gushed just as much about Souji as I would. It
sounded like he was a celebrity at work. This was further proof that
something mysterious was going on that caused Souji to screw up.
He wouldn't have otherwise.
"It's easy to see why he works so hard, since he gets to come
home to great food and…" Miyata struggled to finish his sentence.
He tried to look me in the eyes, but when that failed, he
complimented me while glancing away, "Ahem, a b-b-beautiful wife."
Beautiful, huh.
I wished Souji would show me a little more attention lately. We
might have even less time together when we visit his parents this
weekend for Obon.
"You can flatter me all you want, but the rest of the edamame
in the fridge is for Souji," I teased him.
"Er— I, this is more than enough, thank you!' he stuttered.
I was aware by the tone of his voice the compliment was more
of a come on. The best way to handle them was to misunderstand
them and drive the topic away. It seemed to embarrass and catch
them off guard enough to give up.
Of course, that only worked on the less aggressive types.
Miyata appeared less experienced with women in general.
"Speaking of beautiful wives, do you have someone waiting
for you back home, Miyata?" I helped myself to a piece of edamame,
purposefully showing him my cleavage as I leaned forward.
Showing myself to other men was wrong, but it was like
submerging myself in the rush of adrenaline. Tantalizing Miyata with
the sight of something he couldn't have excited me, made me wet. I
was enjoying myself more than masturbating could offer, stroking his
imagination to run wild of me.
"To be honest, no… I'm not seeing anyone, and I haven't been
in a relationship since middle school. On top of work, I don't havetime to go dating." Miyata sighed, and then tipped the rest of the
miso down his gullet.
I could understand that. Souji and I began as friends in
college, we only started dating years after graduating. Miyata was
missing the opportunity to meet people because he didn't have the
same free time. As a member of the workforce, the current climate
afforded little leisure time if you weren't lucky.
Miyata seemed like a nice guy. I did have friends I could
introduce him to, but whether or not he had it in him to swoon them
was another matter entirely. He may not be the best looker, but
working at a fast growing company like Ushigome made him a prime
bachelor.
"How about I introduce you—"
A buzz sent a chill up my spine and silenced the rest of what I
had to say. I glanced down to see my phone vibrating with the horns
and halo icon, then revealed three choices:
[Have sex with Miyata.] +10,000pts
[Give Miyata a blowjob.] +3,000pts
[Get naked in front of Miyata.] +2,000pts
I sat there frozen, unable to choose.
Unlike Mr. Tanaka, the man in front of me was sober. He was
going to remember everything. However, if I ignored them, Souji
would take whatever unnatural punishment dealt to him because of
my hesitation.
The third choice was the only one I could make. As I was
about to make my move, the app popped up with a message. One
that turned the blood in my veins to ice.
It read:
[Because you previously accepted a loan, the choice with
the highest points has been made for you. Please make sure to
pay back the points in a timely manner, or face the appropriate
consequences.
Thank you.]
The second and third option disappeared, leaving only the
first— to have sex with Miyata.I prayed for it to be a dream, but it wasn't. My heart pounded
so loud, I could hear it in my head. Miyata heard it, and he gave me
a look of worry.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Ninomae?" he asked.
I looked down at my hands that were no longer trembling,
then reached out to grab my husband's junior coworker. He almost
pulled back, shocked by my sudden act.
My breathing grew shallow, and my heart thumped harder. I
looked Miyata in the eyes and asked, "P-Please, have sex with me."
Miyata's eyes went wide with surprise. He gawked at me as
though I were a lottery ticket, and he had won the jackpot. At the
same time, there was just as much disbelief and hesitation written on
his face.
Anyone sane would think this was a trick or set-up. He had no
reason to firmly believe his coworker's wife wanted to have sex with
him. I had no reason either, until this damnable app came into my
life.
He wrenched away from my grasp and backed up into the
kitchen wall with his hands in the air.
"Ah… haha! This is a joke, isn't it? Senpai put you up to this to
tease me?" Miyata asked, sweat beading on his forehead and
cheeks.
Miyata thought it was a joke. I wished it was. Fear gripped at
my heart like flaming talons. I dreaded what would happen to Souji if
I didn't complete this choice.
The man was red as a cherry. His eyes had no idea where to
look, but they always ended up back on my body. He couldn't resist
the candy that was being presented to him on a golden platter.
I drew closer to him, each step smaller than the next. I was
scared he would run away at any moment, and I wouldn't be able to
fulfill the conditions. Or worse, he caused enough commotion to
wake Souji up.
"It's not a joke," I pleaded to him. My next words had to be
chosen carefully. I needed to convince him, but I didn't want to come
off too strong to scare him off. Either Miyata had to be a scummy
enough man to sleep with his coworker's wife, or desperate enoughto satiate his thirst from a lack of womanly affections. "If… you're
willing to keep this a secret from Souji, I can… be your first. He
doesn't have to know."
I heard him gulp so hard I had thought a stone was lodged in
his throat. The erection in his pants grew larger, and moral walls he'd
raised as a decent human being began to crumble. Temptations
were taking hold of him. He just needed one final push.