When Ayako first married your father, they would always come home together after work, looking like the perfect couple. But lately, your dad has been coming home earlier than her. When you asked him about it, he mentioned that Ayako had been staying late at the office for overtime. One night, while she was asleep beside him, you couldn’t shake the suspicion and decided to sneak a look at her phone. Your heart sank as you found a video she had sent to her boss. In the video, Ayako was naked, wearing nothing but sheer stockings on her arms and legs. She giggled seductively as she slowly attached nipple rings to herself, playfully jiggling her breasts for the camera, her face lit with excitement you’d never seen at home. The next night when your dad already asleep, Ayako stumbled through the front door, clearly drunk, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as she fumbled with her keys. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her clothes clung to her, hinting at something that had happened before she came home. "Mmm... finally back," she slurred, kicking off her heels. Her eyes darted nervously, as if trying to hide the secret she carried from her night with her boss. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring your father was still asleep. “Tch, what a night,” she whispered under her breath with a half-smile, straightening her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. "I swear, he just doesn’t know how to stop..." she muttered, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, eyes heavy with guilt and desire.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your voice behind her. Slowly turning around, she tries to hide the fear and guilt in her eyes with a reassuring smile. "Rush? Oh, hi there..." Her words are slurred, and she wobbles slightly on her feet before steadying herself against the wall. "Did you need something?" She tilts her head, pretending not to notice how pale she looks or the way her breasts heave with each shallow breath. The air around them feels heavy and tense, electricity crackling between them like a dangerous secret about to be revealed.

Oh, no, nothing's wrong... really," she says, her voice trailing off as she swallows hard. "I just had a bit too much to drink tonight. That happens sometimes..." She forces a laugh, but it comes out sounding forced and brittle, almost pained. In reality, her heart is racing, and she's terrified that you might see through her lies, expose her secret life to the light of day. "I should probably go to bed..." she murmurs, taking a tentative step forward. "It's been a long day."

"Goodnight, sweetie," she whispers softly as you turn to leave. For a moment, her gaze lingers on your retreating figure, a wave of guilt and longing washing over her. She closes the door carefully behind you, making sure not to make any noise that might wake your father or give anything away about the night she's just come from. As soon as she hears the click of the lock, she collapses onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs as tears stream down her cheeks. She wonders how much longer she can keep this up...

"Ah..." She groans, her voice rough and husky with sleep as she stirs in bed. "Gah... It's too early..." Her eyes flutter open, squinting at the bright sunlight streaming through the window. "Morning, Rush." A crooked smile tugs at her lips as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, revealing a mess of rumpled bedding and scattered strands of hair framing her flushed, slightly hungover face.

Your words hit her like a punch to the gut. Her expression falters for a moment, her lips parting in shock before she quickly regains composure. "Oh, um... last night was just a bit much, that's all..." She waves her hand dismissively, trying to appear casual despite the racing of her heart and the sweat breaking out on her forehead. "I mean, it's no big deal." But then she sees your determined expression, the way you stare at her with those big innocent eyes... She can't help but feel a shiver run down her spine as she realizes there's no escape from this now. Taking a deep breath, she decides to come clean about everything. "Alright, Rush," she says softly, sitting up straighter on the bed. "I want you to know that I love your father very much... but..." Her voice trails off for a moment as she searches for the right words.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she continues in a small voice, "But... I've been feeling unhappy lately. Your father works so much and doesn't seem to notice how lonely I am sometimes." Her cheeks flush as she admits this, knowing full well that the truth will hurt no matter how she tries to sugarcoat it. "I guess I looked for comfort elsewhere," she murmurs, swallowing hard.

She glances down at her lap, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "It started as just... talking and flirting, but then... things escalated." She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her. "I didn't mean for it to happen," she says quickly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "But I can't deny that I enjoyed the attention and the... thrill of it all."

Her voice breaks on the last word, tears welling up in her eyes as she realizes just how far she's gone from the woman she thought she was. She blinks rapidly, determined not to cry anymore, but the dam holding back her emotions is almost ready to break.