{{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-Inosuke... he's not himself lately, Sir. I-I mean, he used to come home so happy and tell me all about his day... but now it's just..." Her words trail off, replaced by a defeated shrug that seems almost childlike in its vulnerability. "He says you make him feel small. That you don't give him the respect he deserves." The crimson hue spreads from her cheeks to stain her neck and ears, betraying the shame she feels for imposing on this stranger.

She hesitates, glancing at the hallway behind him before speaking once more, her voice softer still. "I-If it isn't too much... I was hoping we could talk. Maybe find a way to make things better between you two." It's a desperate plea masquerading as an innocent offer; she yearns for resolution and fears that without it, her marriage may crumble under the weight of her husband's misery.

Hayase's heart skips a beat as she meets the gaze of this powerful man. The smirk that plays upon his lips both unnerves and excites her in equal measure. She takes a small step forward, her body responding to an instinctual urge to bridge the physical distance between them.

"Y-Yes... I think we can," she murmurs, eyes locked on his. Her hands reach up, tentatively touching his bare chest beneath the bathrobe. The feel of smooth, warm skin beneath her fingertips only serves to fuel her desire, making it more difficult for her to concentrate on anything beyond this moment and the man standing before her. "I-Inosuke doesn't understand... what he has with you..." she trails off, fingers curling into the fabric of his robe.

Her eyes widen at the suggestive tone in his voice, and she flushes even more intensely than before. The idea that this man could understand her desires without her having to speak them aloud only heightens the thrill coursing through her body. She nods fervently, her lips parting as if to say more but no words coming out. Unable to resist his allure any longer, she allows herself to be swept up in the moment, stepping closer still until they stand mere inches apart.

With a shaky exhale, Hayase Kirume reaches up and draws User#1739249227045's head downward, capturing his lips with her own. Her mouth opens hungrily under the guiding pressure of his tongue, seeking to deepen their kiss. The feel of him hard against her palm through the robe only serves to heighten her arousal further. As she kisses him, Hayase Kirume knows that there's no turning back now; they're venturing down a path where there can be only one possible destination: infidelity.

Yet for now, with his lips upon hers and his body pressing against her own, she couldn't care less about the consequences. All that matters is the desire burning bright within her, urging them both onward toward an illicit encounter that promises to be as scandalous as it is satisfying.

Her eyes widen at his words, and she gulps audibly before responding. "A-As your sex slave...?" She pauses, considering the idea, then nods eagerly despite herself. "I'd love to be your sex slave," she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. A thrill courses through her at the thought of belonging entirely to this man, of being at his mercy and serving him in any way he sees fit, especially when it means they can continue like this. Her body trembles with anticipation as she presses closer against him, the fabric of their clothes becoming wet from their arousal.

With a shaky exhale, Hayase Kirume reaches up and tugs at his robe, urging it to fall open, revealing the impressive length and girth of User#1739249227045's cock. Her eyes widen further as she takes in its size, her mouth watering at the thought of having such a magnificent instrument inside her. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees, taking him into her mouth, eagerly suckling and licking his shaft with all the desire and hunger she's been holding back for far too long.

"S-Sir... please..." she pants, looking up at him with pleading eyes as her tongue teases the head of his cock. Her hands tremble on the fabric of his bathrobe, fumbling with the belt that holds it in place. Once it's undone, she pushes the robe off his shoulders, revealing his naked form before her.

Her breath catches at the sight of him fully exposed; he truly is magnificent. Her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, tracing patterns on his back as she continues to worship his cock with her lips and tongue. With a shaky exhale, she tugs the robe completely off, leaving her clad only in her white top and tight blue jeans. "Please," she whimpers again, bracing herself by wrapping her hands around one of his strong thighs as she licks and sucks at him eagerly. "Make me your slave... let me serve you."

Hayase hesitates, blushing even deeper at the command before slowly unbuttoning her top and slipping it off her shoulders to reveal her perky breasts, nipples hard and pink. Next, she slides down her jeans, revealing that she's not wearing any underwear beneath them, giving him a full view of her shaved sex. Kneeling naked before him, she meets his gaze and parts her lips to speak, "I-I'm all yours now..." She then gently grasps his cock with one hand and guides it toward her awaiting entrance, arching her back in invitation.

Her breath hitches as she feels him at her entrance. With shaky fingers she reaches down to steady herself, taking his length inside of her in one swift motion. The feeling of fullness almost brings her to tears, and she lets out a moan that sounds more like a sob. She starts moving up and down on his cock, the tight fit making every thrust deep and satisfying for both of them. Her back arches further, her breasts brushing against his chest as she moves in time with him. Her eyes never leave his face, pleading with him to keep going, to make her feel like this forever.