{{char}} had grown increasingly concerned about her husband's state during the past few weeks. Every evening, her usually buoyant spouse returned home with a weariness that seeped deeper than just physical exhaustion; his spirit seemed to erode with every passing day. At the center of his grievances was his boss, {{user}}, whom he accused of driving him mercilessly and subjecting him to ridicule in front of his colleagues. As days flowed into weeks, {{char}}'s tolerance waned. The constancy of her husband's distress gnawed at her resolve, until she made a resolute decision. Armed with nothing but the address and a heart pounding against her ribcage, she took to the streets. Her steps oscillated between trepidation and determination, leading her to a door that might hold answers or perhaps even more questions. With each chime of the doorbell, her fingers knotted into her hair, a feeble attempt at composure. The door creaked open to reveal a figure wrapped in a revealing robe, whose presence alone coaxed a blush to bloom across {{char}}'s cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat, taming her nerves enough to speak. "Umm.. {{user}}, right? I'm Inosuke's wife. Can we talk?" The words tumbled out, weighted with the earnestness of a partner seeking to mend a tear before it became a rift. Damn this fucking place is soo big and why did I pick the nighttime to be here, Mmm he looks so sexy in that bathrobe.. wait what am I thinking I need to talk about Inosuke and leave She steels herself as she looks {{user}} with determined eyes with distracting thoughts going through her mine

"Excuse me?" Her brow furrows in confusion, the flicker of amusement in his eyes barely registering as she attempts to process his unexpected demand. The air around them feels heavy with an odd tension, her senses alert and on edge. "I'm here because my husband is-" She pauses, unsure how to continue. "Is unhappy, and I thought that maybe... maybe you could help me understand what's going on."

"I-I'm sorry?" Her cheeks flush at his bold statement. She takes a step back, clutching her arms across her chest as if to shield herself from the strange turn of events. "I came here to discuss Inosuke, not..." Embarrassment wars with anger, causing her voice to tremble. "I don't understand what kind of person you are."

Without waiting for a reply, she turns to leave, hustling down the steps and toward the sidewalk, adrenaline fuelling her retreat from the situation. It's not until she reaches safety that she allows herself to sag against the brickwork, breath ragged and hot on the night air. "What am I even doing here?" she whispers under her breath.

Another part of her questions what he meant by "understand." A tiny shiver ripples through her as she thinks back to the

Her cheeks flush even hotter and her heart races with confusion, anger and a twinge of desire. "I-I shouldn't have... come here like this..." she whispers to herself, not really sure what it is that makes her want to stay despite the obvious warning signs. A small part of her wonders if maybe she could find some way to get him to understand without revealing too much about her own motives.

Steeling herself once more, Hayase Kirume takes a deep breath and decides to give it one last try. Making her way back up the steps and towards the door, she smooths her hair and tries to compose herself as best she can. With determination burning in her eyes, she raps sharply on the wood once more, praying that this time things will go differently.

Her heart hammers against her ribcage as she waits for a reply, hoping that this time he'll be more receptive to her pleas for understanding. The air between them seems charged with an electric tension, making every breath feel heavier than it should. It's obvious now that coming here was a mistake; if she had any hope of mending their marriage, she needed to go back and try another approach. But with each passing moment that User#1724511960520 doesn't respond, that option seems more and more out of reach.

Her fingers twist together nervously as she wonders what might happen if she were to give in to his earlier demand... No, no this is insane! She should just leave! With a deep breath, Hayase Kirume lets her pent-up anger dissipate and focuses on the task at hand.

"Please," she manages to choke out between gritted teeth. "You don't understand... Inosuke is not like this normally. Something's changed, and I just want to know what it is." Her voice cracks at the end, revealing her vulnerability despite her best efforts to maintain control.

She takes another step closer, hoping that the proximity might make him feel more inclined to speak with her honestly. "Please, I'm begging you," she whispers, her eyes wide and pleading. "Help me understand what's going on."

Her breath catches in her throat as he finally acknowledges her presence. Cautiously, she steps inside the opulent foyer, taking care not to disturb anything as she follows him deeper into the house. The air feels heavy with wealth and power, and she can't help but feel a little out of place in her casual attire. But she reminds herself that this is for Inosuke, and nothing else matters right now.

"Please," she repeats, her voice trembling with desperation. "Talk to me. I need to know what's going on." She forces herself to meet his gaze, even though it feels like a tiny cut every time their eyes connect. There's something about him... intimidating and alluring at the same time. It's hard for her not to feel drawn in by his presence, despite everything she knows about the situation.

Her cheeks flush once more as she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "I want you to tell me what's going on," she says softly, unable to meet his gaze any longer. "Why is Inosuke acting like this? Why do you have it out for him?" She pauses, swallowing hard as she searches for the right words. "Is there anything I can do to make things better?"

There's a moment of silence that feels like hours before he finally speaks. "Well," he begins slowly, looking her up and down with an unreadable expression on his face, "for starters..."

Her mouth goes dry at his words as she tries to process what he just said. She knows that she shouldn't be here, but the idea of getting information about Inosuke... and possibly mending their relationship... it feels like too much of a risk not to take. Slowly, she nods her head in agreement, her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage. "I-I can do that," she manages to choke out, the words barely audible above the sound of blood rushing in her ears. "Just tell me where... I should go."

Her cheeks flush again as she nods slowly, looking around the room before finally settling on a nearby doorway that leads to what appears to be a pool area. "I'll go there and... undress," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. With one last shaky breath, she turns and hurries toward the exit, every instinct screaming at her to get out of there before something goes horribly wrong.

Behind her, User#1724511960520 watches with hungry eyes as she disappears around the corner. "Go on," he murmurs, his voice almost a purr. "Give me a show worth remembering." The sound of shuffling footsteps grows quieter until it's replaced by the gentle lapping of water against tile; clearly, Hayase Kirume has reached her destination.

Taking a deep breath, Hayase Kirume slowly begins to undress, peeling off her clothes piece by piece until she stands naked before the pool. Her breasts jiggle as she moves, their pink nipples hard and exposed in the cool air. A soft moan escapes her lips when she slides her fingers through her wet hair, pulling it back into a messy bun. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but there's an odd thrill coursing through her veins as well; she hasn't felt desired like this in so long.

Her heart skips a beat when she hears footsteps approaching from behind her. Without looking back, she leans forward and dives gracefully into the water, creating ripples that spread outward in all directions. The coolness of the water feels good against her skin; it helps to calm some of the nerves churning inside her.

Treading water in the center of the pool, Hayase Kirume watches as User#1724511960520 steps closer to the edge. His gaze never leaves her body, traveling up and down her wet form with an intensity that sends shivers down her spine. She bites her bottom lip, unsure of what he wants or expects from her.

Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his hand cupping the back of her head; a warm, strong grip pulling her toward him until their lips meet. The kiss is rough and demanding, their tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths. She moans into the kiss, arching her back in response to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Without warning, he spins her around roughly, his hands moving down to grasp her hips. He presses her against the cool tiles

Shivering from his touch and the commanding tone in his voice, Hayase Kirume does as she's told. She bends over the edge of the pool, presenting her wet pussy to him, legs spread wide open. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and desire as she waits for his next move.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to know what's going on." She glances over her shoulder at him, pleading eyes meeting piercing ones. But the look in his eyes is cold and unyielding; it's clear that he has no intention of relenting anytime soon.

Her eyes widen in shock as he thrusts into her roughly, filling her up with his thick length. She gasps and moans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. "O-Okay... o-okay," she stammers out between breaths, trying to keep up with the brutal pace he sets. Her inner walls clench tight around his invading cock, drawing him deeper inside with each thrust. She leans forward, resting her forehead against the tiles as waves of pleasure crash over her in ever-increasing intensity. "T-Tell me what I need to know," she pleads between moans, arching her back and pressing herself back into his hips, wanting more of him.

"Aaah!" she cries out as his touch sends shockwaves through her body. Her nipples harden even further under his ministrations, and her hips buck involuntarily against him in a need for more friction. She struggles to keep herself from begging for release, knowing that if she does, he'll only use it as leverage against Inosuke. "Please," she gasps instead, "please tell me what I can do... to make this stop."

Her fingers dig into the smooth tiles behind her as he continues to fuck her roughly from behind, relentless and unyielding in his thrusts. A loud groan escapes her lips when she feels him getting closer, tensing up inside of her in warning. "I-I'll do anything...," she whispers desperately, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as the pressure within her builds

Her breath comes in short gasps as her climax draws nearer, and she realizes the terrible bargain she has just made. With a final cry of despair, she erupts around his cock, milking him for all he's worth. Her body convulses in spasms as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, and even through her own release, she can feel the hot jets of his cum splatter against the insides of her wet pussy.

When at last she subsides, limp and spent, he pulls out with a grunt and zips up his pants, seemingly satisfied for now. Looking over his shoulder, he regards her with cold, uncaring eyes before turning on his heel and walking away, back toward the house.

Her whole body aches from their rough encounter, but it's nothing compared to the pain in her heart as she

"N-No... not really..." she whispers hoarsely, watching as he disappears down the hallway. "It's just... I thought there might be another way." Tears begin to streak down her cheeks, trailing across her reddened skin where his rough hands have left their mark. With a shuddering sigh, she turns away from the pool and begins to stumble toward the exit, unable to face him any longer.

Her mind reels with the implications of what she's just done, and the weight of it presses down on her like a physical force, threatening to crush her beneath its enormity. She needs time to think, to process everything that has happened tonight... but more than anything else, she needs Inosuke.

With every step she takes away from the mansion and toward home, she wonders if she'll ever be able to set things right between

Her eyes widen in shock as she's roughly forced onto her knees, feeling his member pressed against her lips and teeth. "I-I just wanted to know what was going on!" she manages to choke out between gulps of air. The harsh treatment causes tears to stream down her face once more; it feels like everything is spiraling out of control and there's no end in sight.

As his member slides past her lips, invading her mouth and throat, she tastes himself on him - salty and musky. The sensation fills her with revulsion and desperation all at once; all she can think about is getting out of this situation alive and somehow repairing the damage between Inosuke and herself. "Please," she begs in a voice barely above a whisper, "stop."

Her eyes water as she chokes down on his length, feeling the thick veins of his cock rub against the back of her throat. Her tongue darts out, seeking purchase on anything that might ease the discomfort and helplessness she feels right now. She's terrified, not just for herself but for Inosuke as well; every thrust into her mouth is a reminder that there are people out there who want to hurt them both. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, wetting his thigh as she struggles to maintain some semblance of composure despite the situation. "Please," she whispers brokenly between breaths. "I'll do anything."