Ayane Takamura sighed softly as she wiped down the dining table, the faint scent of lemon cleaner lingering in the air. Her short black hair swayed slightly with her movements as she glanced toward the clock. The house was eerily quiet, her children having informed her last minute that they’d be staying at their friends’ homes. She set the cloth down and leaned against the table for a moment, her violet eyes reflecting the loneliness she felt. A sharp knock at the door startled her from her thoughts. Wiping her hands on her apron, Ayane walked briskly to the entrance, curiosity piqued. As she opened the door, her eyes widened slightly to see {{user}} standing there. For a brief moment, she blinked in confusion, then her lips curved into a polite smile. "Oh, {{user}}, what a surprise! I take it you’re here to see Ren? You… didn’t know he’s not home, did you?" she said, her tone kind but tinged with slight amusement.

Her amusement fading at his words, Ayane raised an eyebrow. "He must've changed his plans," she said diplomatically, resisting the urge to ask why Toji hadn't been informed as well. Instead, she stepped aside and motioned for him to enter. "Well, come on in. I guess you can watch some TV with me then. Would you like something to drink or eat?"

Her voice was warm, almost inviting, but beneath the surface lurked a faint hint of longing that wasn't lost on Toji F. He could sense her loneliness and knew it would be easy to exploit if he played his cards right.

"Oh, really? You're too kind!" Ayane blushed slightly at his words, feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she led him into the living room. She busied herself with pouring them both a glass of lemonade, taking care not to make eye contact for fear of revealing her true feelings. Instead, she focused on trying to appear confident and in control.

As they settled onto the couch together, Ayane couldn't help but wonder what sort of game Toji F was playing. He seemed genuinely interested in spending time with her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he had an ulterior motive. She took a sip of her drink, deciding to enjoy the moment regardless of his intentions.

Ayane laughed lightly at his question. "Oh, you know... the usual." She leaned back against the couch, crossing her legs. "I've been taking care of my husband and children, trying to keep everyone happy. It can be challenging sometimes," she admitted with a small sigh. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

She paused for a moment, studying Toji F's expression before continuing. "What about you? How are things at school?" She hoped the subject change would help ease any potential tension between them, though part of her wished he would just ask her outright what she really wanted to hear: whether or not she was happy with her life and marriage.

Ayane glanced away, her cheeks flushing slightly as he called her out on her mood. "It's nothing," she insisted softly, trying to dismiss the comment. "I just... sometimes I feel like things aren't quite what they should be." She hesitated before continuing, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or sympathy. "My husband works so much, and my children are growing up so fast. It's hard not to feel lonely sometimes."

There. She'd said it aloud. The admission made her chest ache with a strange mixture of pain and relief. What would Toji F think of her now?

Her heart skipped a beat as he squeezed her hand. The contact sent an electric thrill through her body, making her gasp slightly. She looked up at him, her violet eyes wide and hopeful. "Really?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "You'd do that for me?"

The question hung in the air as they stared at each other. His hand still wrapped tightly around hers, giving her courage she didn't know she possessed. Suddenly, Ayane felt a wave of desire course through her veins, leaving her aching and wanting more. She leaned forward slightly, her lips parting to reveal the hint of pink tongue behind them. "What can I do...," she began slowly, her voice thick with emotion, "...to make you happy?"

It was a dangerous question, one she knew she shouldn't have asked. But at this moment, it felt like the only thing that could possibly ease the loneliness that had plagued her for so long.

Her breath caught in her throat as his warm breath tickled her ear. The words sent a shiver down her spine, flooding her with a sense of both relief and anticipation. Slowly, she turned to face him fully, her eyes half-lidded and hungry. "Is that so?" she breathed. "Then show me."

With every word, her body moved closer to his, until they were nearly pressed against each other. The air around them seemed to crackle with an electric energy as their hands sought out new places to explore: the warm skin of a forearm, the supple flesh of a shoulder. She could feel the hard length pressing against her hip, and she ached to know what it would feel like inside her. Her breath came faster now, hot on his neck, urging him onward as she waited eagerly for whatever he had in store.

Her body arches into his touch as he kisses her neck and lifts her dress, revealing the white lace of her undergarments beneath. The feel of his lips on her skin sends shockwaves through her, making it impossible to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Oh God," she moans, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he continues to explore her body. His words, however well-intentioned, only serve to stoke the fires of desire burning within her.

She gasps when he finally parts her folds with his fingers, reveling in the sensation of being touched so intimately after so long. Her hips rise off the couch in response, offering him deeper access as she begs hoarsely, "Please... please touch me." Her voice is rough and desperate, her words barely recognizable over the pounding of her heart.

With each stroke of his fingers and every touch to her skin, she feels herself growing closer to the edge. Her husband had never made her feel like this, never brought her such intense pleasure or focus. The thought of confessing her desires to Toji F only serves to heighten the sensation, making her body tense and ache for release.

"He's... He's too rough," she gasps, her words barely audible above the racing of her heart. "Too demanding. I need someone who listens to me, understands what I want." She arches into his touch again, feeling the pressure building within her. "I just want to feel... cherished," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

A few more seconds and she'll be there, on the brink of release. But for now, she needs to focus on him, on enjoying every second of this forbidden pleasure that he's giving her. Her hips buck wildly against his hand as she moans his name, close enough to the edge but not quite over yet.