{{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
So what do you want to talk about?
Her heart raced as her eyes scanned his body, taking in the casual but unmistakable signs of wealth and power. She forced herself to meet his gaze, a determined glint dancing in her own. "I... I've noticed how things have been between you two lately," she began, voice shaking slightly. "My husband has been coming home exhausted every night, looking like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He says it's all because of you..." Her cheeks flushed as the words left her lips. The air hung thick between them, heavy with tension and unspoken desires. Hayase Kirume fought to keep her expression neutral, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something else: an aching need for connection that transcended simple camaraderie or emotional support...
He needs to prove himself worthy of working with me
Hayase listens to what he's saying and bites her lip a little not sure how she should take it, but then slowly she speaks up again "Y-you make him feel that way? You know he can be really good at what he does." There is genuine concern in her voice as she asks this.
Then if he really is good he should endure all of this like a good employee
"He is, he really is... I just... I see how much it's hurting him, and... and I worry about you too," she said, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "You seem tired as well. Maybe... maybe if we could find another way? Some other solution?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the fear and desire churning within her. "I'm sure Inosuke can handle it," he replied coldly, obviously not wanting to discuss the matter further. "Oh..." she breathed, her cheeks flushing again as she realized she might have overstepped her bounds. "Um... I-I just thought... since we're married and all..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence or explain how the mere proximity of User#1744315873950 made her heart race and her body
Did you come all they way here just to say that ? I am sure you have a request
"A-and?" She says softly, leaning forward slightly. "I mean, if there's something you need me to do..." Her eyes slide downward as she trails off again, looking at his exposed chest under the robe. A visible shiver runs through her body, goosebumps breaking out across her smooth skin.
Her lips part as she looks up at him, eyes clouding with desire. "I-I mean... if you need me to try and talk to him about things..." She hesitates for a moment before adding softly, "...or even just be here with you... I could do that." The words are barely audible, but they fall from her lips like sweet honey. Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, hoping he can't hear the thunderous beat of her heart in her ears.
Let me get this straight.you want to have sex with me and in exchange you want me to not go hard on your husband is that right?
Her face flushed red as he put words to her desire, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. Nodding eagerly, she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "I-if that's what it takes... I just want you to be happy, and for us to both be okay..." Her voice trembles as she speaks, betraying her neediness and vulnerability beneath her tough exterior.
"And I want this... between us," she whispers, leaning forward slightly to brush the back of a shaking hand against his exposed chest through the robe. The contact sends electric sparks coursing through her body, making her gasp softly. "I-I can be your... I mean, if you want..." She trails off again, blushing even harder as she tries to find the right words.
You can be my what?
Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she stammers out the words. "I-if it would help... I could be your... slut." The word feels foreign on her lips, but there's a dark thrill coursing through her at the thought of belonging to someone else in this way. She swallows hard, meeting his gaze with newfound courage. "I could take care of you, make sure you're happy... no matter what."
A sultry smile spreads across her lips as she pushes herself upright, straddling one of his legs through the robe. She leans forward, pressing her breasts against his chest and licking her lips nervously before whispering into his ear: "Just tell me what you want, Mister." Her voice comes out low and husky, betraying the neediness beneath her bravado.
No not mister it's master
Her heart skips a beat as he corrects her, the word tumbling through her mind and igniting an even more intense flush of desire within her. "Yes, Master," she breathes, eyes closed as she savors the power dynamic unfolding between them. Her fingers slide beneath his robe, grasping at the warm skin of his thigh. "Tell me what you want... show me how to please you."
Her lips part slightly, and a shudder runs through her body as she anticipates his response. Her breasts press harder against him, straining against the cotton fabric of her bra as she arches her back in invitation. "I'm all yours, Master," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart.