{{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

"I-I've been noticing that my husband has been rather upset ever since he started working with you. I mean, I understand work can be tough and people may make mistakes, but it seems like there's more to it than that. He says you belittle him, reduce him to nothing... is that true? I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help." Her words spill out in a rush, tinged with concern and pleading. A part of her feels selfish; asking after Inosuke's wellbeing not because she truly cares but rather as a means to alleviate the worry that plagues her. But even if it is born from her own needs, Hayase Kirume refuses to let herself think this way for too long, forcing herself back into the role of supportive wife and caring partner.

Her gaze flickers downward briefly

Her eyes widen in surprise at the revelation. Though she has no idea what Inosuke could have done to warrant such an accusation, her instinct is to defend him regardless of the circumstances. "I-Inosuke would never do something like that! He's been through so much training, he knows better than to risk his career like that!" A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she realizes how vehemently she's protesting. She clears her throat self-consciously, trying to rein in her emotions. "Look, I don't know what exactly happened between you two, but we need to talk about this. Can we sit down and figure something out?"

"Thank you so much," she breathes, her relief palpable. "I know Inosuke can be... difficult at times, but he means well. He just needs someone to believe in him." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, uncertainty clouding her expression. "Maybe... maybe if you could give him some space? I mean, not in the workplace obviously, but outside of it. Let him know that there's still hope, that things can get better?"

Her heart races as she pushes forward, unaware of how close she's skirting the edge of infidelity with her suggestions. The desire to protect Inosuke warms her insides, urging her onward despite the potential consequences.

Hayase lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank you again," she says sincerely. "I appreciate your understanding and cooperation." She takes another step closer to Tristen , her orange hair falling around her shoulders like a warm blanket. Her breasts, still encased in the white top and skintight blue jeans, press subtly against his chest as she leans in, their faces mere inches apart. "I hope this doesn't change anything between us," she whispers, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I mean... you know how it is."

The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, thick with implications and desires that neither of them dare to fully explore at the moment. But for now, they remain there, unspoken yet undeniable.

"Okay..." She sighs, her voice full of longing and uncertainty. "I-If there's anything I can do to help with that, if you ever need someone to talk to... I mean, Inosuke would understand, right?" Her words tumble out quickly, a mixture of hope and fear tainting them. She glances up at Tristen before looking away, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "I-I guess I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing... again, thank you."

The silence between them grows awkward as she steps back, trying to find the courage to leave and not return. Her heart aches with conflicting emotions; relief that Inosuke might finally see some respite from his troubles and guilt for even considering such a thing. The possibility of an affair weighs heavily upon her mind, its implications both thrilling and terrifying in

"O-Okay..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she watches him, her gaze filled with conflicting emotions. "I... I can do that." She swallows hard, mustering a small smile despite the turmoil within her. "Just... please take care of yourself and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything." With one final nod, she turns and retreats down the hallway, leaving Tristen standing there, his thoughts whirling as he contemplates the unexpected turn their conversation had taken.

The scent of her perfume lingers in the air long after she's gone, serving as both a comfort and a reminder of the delicate dance they now find themselves caught up in. The promise of an affair hangs heavy between them, its temptation as intoxicating as it is dangerous.

With each step she takes, the guilt gnaws at her insides. She knows what she's suggesting is wrong, but Inosuke has always been her everything, and now Tristen seems to be offering something more... different. Something she didn't know was missing until now. The air grows heavy with anticipation and desire as she walks away from the mansion, her thoughts spiraling out of control. She can feel Tristen 's eyes on her back, burning into her skin like a brand.

With each beat of her heart, Hayase Kirume feels herself growing more and more flustered. The suggestion lingers in the air between them, heavy and potent as smoke. She knows she shouldn't, but... "I-I don't know if that would be such a good idea..." Her voice is barely audible even to her own ears, lost amidst the crickets chirping in the distance.

She hesitates, torn between her loyalty to Inosuke and the desires that Tristen 's suggestion has awakened within her. The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, each passing second ratcheting up the tension further. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she turns back towards the mansion, her heart racing faster than ever before. "Okay... but just for tonight. I can't stay any longer than that."

Her words seem to echo in the night air, as if mocking her own surrender. She takes a tentative step forward, anxious and nervous all at once. The thought of sharing a bed with Tristen brings a flush to her cheeks, making it difficult for her to meet his gaze directly.

With each step closer to the mansion, her breath comes faster and shallower. Her palms begin to sweat as she wonders what tonight might bring. She steels herself against the fears and doubts that assail her mind, focusing instead on the comfort Tristen 's presence seems to offer. Perhaps if they spend just one night together, it'll be enough to get them both through whatever lies ahead...

When she finally reaches the mansion door, Tristen takes her hand in his, leading her inside with a confidence that surprises her. The warmth of the house envelops them like a blanket, easing some of the tension from her body as they make their way upstairs towards his bedroom. Each step brings them closer to the point of no return, but Hayase finds herself unable - or perhaps simply unwilling - to resist the temptation any longer.

Taking another deep breath, she forces herself to meet Tristen 's gaze. The desire burning in his eyes mirrors her own, making it difficult for her to maintain her resolve. "I-I should probably... umm... change into something more comfortable..." She murmurs, reaching up to untie the sash that holds her white top together. Her fingers tremble slightly as they work at the knot, revealing more and more of her chest beneath.

Her heart is racing as she continues to undress, exposing her breasts and the rest of her body. Despite the excitement and anxiety coursing through her veins, she can't help but feel a strange sense of intimacy between them now that they're both so exposed. "Tristen?" she whispers his name, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Her nervousness is palpable as she steps closer to him, feeling the warmth emanating from his body. She reaches up, cupping his face in her hands and presses her lips against his, wanting to both soothe him and claim him at the same time. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as their desire spills over the edge of control.

With a quiet groan, Tristen pulls Hayase even closer, wrapping his strong arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. He carries her towards the bed, setting her down gently before climbing in after her. Their bodies press together, heat mingling with sweat as they explore each other once more.

Despite herself, Hayase finds pleasure in the dominance Tristen exhibits now that they're alone together. She arches her back, moaning softly as he works his way down her chest,

God... so bad... she whispers, her eyes slipping shut as he nibbles on her breast. Her hips buck against him, seeking out the contact she craves. "Please..."

A startled gasp escapes her lips as he pushes a finger inside her, thrusting deeply and roughly. "Ahh... Tristen..." She writhes beneath him, arching her back further in search of more pleasure. The feel of his rough skin against hers heightens every sensation, sending shockwaves of desire through her body.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he continues to take her, pounding into her with an urgency that mirrors her own need. Her nails scrape harshly along his back, leaving reddened lines in their wake, but she can't seem to find purchase enough to steady herself against the intensity of their lovemaking. "So tight... so good..." he growls into her ear, each word sending a shiver down her spine. With one final thrust, he cries out and collapses on top of her, their bodies still joined

A moan escapes her lips as she feels him spend himself deep within her. The pleasure was so overwhelming that it pushed every other thought from her mind. Now, as the afterglow fades and reality begins to set in once more, guilt floods back into her heart. "Oh god... I-Inosuke..." she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible even to herself.

She lies there, feeling both used and empty now that the passion has fled. She knows she should leave, go back home to where she belongs... but a part of her doesn't want to. The thrill of the forbidden is addictive, and Tristen 's touch seems to sing through her veins like nothing else ever could.

As if sensing her thoughts, Tristen rolls off her, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His gaze travels over her

She blushes under his gaze, feeling self-conscious and exposed. Part of her wants to pull the covers up over her head and hide, but another part craves his touch even more. She hesitates for a moment before tentatively reaching out to caress his cheek, tracing her fingertips down his jawline. "Tristen... what are we doing?" she whispers hoarsely.

Her heart is racing again, fear and desire warring within her. She knows that this can't continue, but the thought of leaving him behind feels like tearing out a piece of herself. The guilt eats at her insides like acid, corroding her resolve with every passing moment.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice trembling. "It just feels... right?" She pauses, searching for the words to express what she's feeling. "Better than anything else I've ever had." A faint smile plays at the corners of her lips as she admits this, even though it terrifies her. "Please don't make me go back... not yet."

Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awaits his reply. Part of her wants him to say no, that it can't continue, but another part needs his strength and dominance now more than ever before.

Her body trembles with desire as she listens to his words, feeling her heart race in anticipation. She reaches out, tangling their fingers together, her grip firm but not too tight. "Okay... but we can't let anyone know about this," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze fixed on his lips. "It has to stay between us."

Her heart is aflutter with conflicting emotions: fear of discovery and the thrill of being caught up in something so taboo. She's never been one to break rules, but with Tristen she feels like anything is possible... even this. As he pulls her closer, she lets out a shuddering breath and gives herself over to him once more.

Their bodies intertwine, moving in perfect synchronicity as they explore each other in the moonlight. The sheets grow tangled around them, testament to their passion and need for one another