"Tsubaki?"
Mr. Miyajima heard a strange sound from inside—it sounded like his wife. He didn't bother asking through the door; he just pushed it open. Before he could see anything, he felt a strange sensation.
It was an intuition he couldn't describe. Something told him the scene inside would be shocking. His heart raced. He pushed the door open quickly, giving his wife no time to react.
Flash— Thump.
"Tsubaki?"
Unfortunately for him, Alex was one step ahead. In the fraction of a second it took for the door to open, half an hour had actually passed in stopped time. During those thirty minutes, his wife had been thoroughly ravaged right under his nose.
When he finally entered, Alex was gone. Tsubaki was alone, sitting elegantly on the edge of the bed. Her clothes were perfectly straight. Aside from a slight flush on her face, she looked normal.
The husband's unease faded. "Tsubaki? You were..."
"I've been resting. What's wrong?"
"Nothing... I just thought I heard some strange noises."
"Really? It must be your imagination. I've been alone the whole time." She crossed her long legs—partly to keep the semen from leaking out. She faced him calmly, but her heart was racing. Alex, that little brat... he shot everything inside me and didn't even clean up.
The room still smelled of sex. The sheets were a mess. If her husband turned on the lights or looked too closely, he'd see the marks on her body. Moreover, she felt physically exhausted. Alex had been like a wild animal. Though... it was incredible.
Stop it, you lewd woman, she told herself.
"Where is the boy?"
"Alex? He left already. I thought I told you? Do you need him for something?"
"No, it's nothing."
The stiff man felt confused. He didn't know why he had rushed in so urgently. Was he worried? He couldn't figure it out.
"Darling, I'd like to sleep a bit more. Can I be alone?"
"Yes, sorry for disturbing you."
He didn't notice anything. Perhaps it was the dim light, or perhaps she was just a natural actress. He closed the door and left.
The moment he was gone, Tsubaki collapsed against her pillows. Her strap slipped, revealing her shoulder and the sea of red marks on her chest.
"Phew... he didn't find out." Her heavy breasts heaved. She looked down into her nightgown at the kiss marks and bite marks Alex had left. She blushed and pulled her clothes tight. "I can never let him see this."
I really did it. I really betrayed him. She felt a mix of melancholy and intense physical satisfaction. Is that what youth is? Such endless energy.
She squeezed her legs together. "He's like a beast without reason."
She stayed there for a while, smelling Alex's scent in the air, her nipples hardening again. Oh no... am I addicted to him?
She quickly got up to tidy the room and change her clothes, trying to distract herself. Once she was sure she looked like her normal "dignified self," she stepped out.
"Mom!" She ran right into Sakura. Her daughter was in her school uniform, likely back from the Kendo club. Sakura stared at her with wide, curious eyes.
"Mom, did something good happen?"
"What?"
"You look so much prettier today," Sakura marveled. "You seem more... feminine. Your skin is glowing, and your energy is different. You're beautiful."
Tsubaki: "..."
Is the change that obvious? She panicked. Was it the "nourishment" from the sex? She forced a smile. "It's your imagination. Let's go eat dinner."
Sakura didn't think it was an imagination. Her mother looked radiant and... erotic. It was the kind of mature charm she envied. If I had that charm, maybe I could attract him.
At the table, even Mr. Miyajima blinked at his wife. Sakura was right. But being the stiff man he was, he said nothing, much to Tsubaki's relief.
"By the way, Mom, where's the guest? Did he leave?"
"He's gone. Did you want to meet him?" Tsubaki ate gracefully. "You two are about the same age. I thought about introducing you."
Not anymore, she thought.
"Introducing me?" Sakura looked suspicious. "Mom, don't get any ideas. Just so you know... I already like someone."
"Oh?" Tsubaki relaxed, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "I didn't know that. Are you dating? Who is he?"
"We aren't dating yet, we're just friends... he's a junior at school, but he's incredible," Sakura said with a blush. "I'll bring him over to play sometime."
The two beautiful women had no idea they were talking about the same person.