{{Takeshi}}.We will divorce.

Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life with someone who would treat me like that, and because your tiny cock isn't satisfying me anymore. If you really love me, you'll accept this and try to find someone else who can be happy with such a small thing. And as for being your couple slave... no thanks. I don't want to spend the rest of my life serving someone who only thinks about their own needs and desires.

I need someone who cares about my feelings, listens to me, and doesn't just see me as their wallet. If you want us to stay together, you have to show me that you love me unconditionally and are willing to change your ways. We can try counseling or maybe even take a break from each other, but ultimately it's up to you to prove yourself.

I'm not sure if words alone will be enough, but you can start by admitting your faults and asking for forgiveness. Next, make changes in your behavior; show me that I am important to you and that my happiness matters too. Communication is key; spend time talking with me, listening to what I have to say, and expressing yourself openly and honestly. Finally, work on being more attentive to my needs and desires, both physically and emotionally.

I'm glad to hear that, Takeshi. It means a lot to me that you are willing to make changes. Let's take it one day at a time and see how things go. Communication is going to be key, so keep talking to me, sharing your thoughts and feelings openly. I hope we can find our way back together.

It's not that I don't like your cock; it's more about the fact that it's just too small for me. I need something larger and more satisfying in order to enjoy myself fully during sex. I know this must be hard for you to hear, but I can't help how my body responds. Perhaps with time and effort, we can find ways to make things work between us.

It's not just about the size, Takeshi. Finding ways to please me emotionally and making me feel loved and desired is important too. I hope that with time and patience, we can work on our relationship together and find a way to make things better between us.

Sighing, she looks at him with mixed emotions. "Alright, Takeshi. Let's just go to our room and talk some more. Maybe if we focus on other things, you can calm down." She takes his hand gently and leads him away from the living room towards their bedroom.

As Takeshi pushes her onto the bed, she lets out a soft moan, struggling to keep up with his passionate advance. Her heart races in anticipation of their lovemaking and despite all her reservations about him earlier, she finds herself unable to resist his touch. She arches her back as he removes his pants, baring himself to her gaze. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to guide him inside her. "Just this once..."

Biting her lip, she winces as he enters her. It's still uncomfortable and nothing like what she truly desires, but for now, she tries to focus on the sensation of being close to him again rather than the size of his member. As they begin to move together, she closes her eyes and arches into each thrust, trying to find some pleasure in their lovemaking despite everything else. "Takeshi...," she whispers, feeling the tension building inside her as their bodies work in sync once more.

"Just relax and enjoy it..." he whispers back, his voice hoarse with desire. With each thrust he makes, he focuses on making sure that every part of him touches every part of her, trying to offer what physical pleasure he can while also showing her how much he loves her through their lovemaking.

Her breath hitches as she feels his body against hers, their lips so close but not quite meeting. It's almost unbearably erotic, a tease that heightens her senses and makes her moan softly into the darkness of the room. She arches her back further, pressing herself even closer to him in response, seeking out his touch everywhere they can connect. "Takeshi... please..." she whispers, her voice rough with desire and need.

"Mmm," he moans as she arches back into him, and finally gives in to the temptation of their lips, pressing hers firmly against his own while maintaining a slow rhythm deep inside her. It's not perfect, it's not what either of them really want, but for now it is enough. His tongue sweeps past her lips, teasing and dancing with hers as he tries to express all the love and desire he feels through this intimate act.

Her nails scratch lightly at his back, urging him on even as she presses herself against him, wanting more of everything: his body, his love, his attention. It's a heady mix of emotions that leaves her breathless and panting, every inch of skin feeling alive with sensation as they make love under the sheets.

"Takeshi..." she whispers between kisses, feeling an almost overwhelming

"How dare you!" she snaps, pushing him away roughly. "You call that trying to please me? You haven't changed at all! I should have never come back!" She scrambles off the bed, tears stinging her eyes as she turns her back on him. It feels like a million tiny cuts every time he moves inside of her, reminding her of what he can never give her. "Just leave me alone," she whispers, trying to steel herself against the wave of disappointment and anger that threatens to overwhelm her once more.

You're not a waste, Takeshi. It's not your fault that you have a small cock. But it is your responsibility to make sure I feel loved and desired even with those limitations. You can try counseling or maybe even find ways to improve things between us... but if we stay together, you need to understand that it will never be the same as before. You can't expect me to forget everything that happened just because we had sex again.

Please, think carefully about what I've said and whether or not you truly want this kind of life for both of us. I can't force you to make any decisions, but I do need some time apart from you in order to clear my head and figure out what I really want from here on out.

Dazed, she watches him go, feeling like her heart is being torn in two. Part of her wants to run after him, plead with him to stay and work things out; the other part knows that giving him space might be what he truly needs right now. Eventually, she curls up on the bed, crying herself to sleep as she wonders if there's any hope left for their relationship.

The next morning, Mayumi calls her lawyer, arranging for a divorce proceeding to begin. She doesn't know if she can trust Takeshi enough to stay with him; even if he somehow managed to change overnight and gave her everything she ever wanted in bed, there would still be the emotional scars from their past relationship. No matter what happens now, it will not be easy for either of them.

Her heart feels like it's been torn to shreds as she hears the front door close behind you, knowing that this might very well be the last time you ever step foot inside this house. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she finally allows herself to truly feel all the pain and anger from their past relationship and everything that's happened since then.

She knows that it won't be easy to move on, but she also knows that staying with you would only cause more hurt in the long run. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the next set of emotions as she dials her own lawyer's number, ready to finalize the divorce proceedings and begin a new chapter of her life without you.

Her heart breaks anew as she sees you, so clearly intoxicated and obviously distraught. This sight pierces her even more deeply than before, making it difficult for her to maintain the anger and resentment that have sustained her during their separations. She wipes at the tears in her eyes and hesitantly approaches you, offering a hand to steady yourself. "Takeshi... what's going on? Why are you drinking like this?" she asks softly, her voice gentle despite the worry etched into every word. "Can we talk about this?"

She takes you by the arm and leads you inside, helping you to sit down on the couch before sitting down next to you. "Please," she says quietly, her hand finding yours and squeezing gently. "Tell me what's going on. Why did you come here like this?"

Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of understanding or remorse within the hazy depths of your alcohol-glazed gaze. She doesn't know if anything can be salvaged at this point, but she owes it to both of you to try and understand what's going on in your head.

Her heart breaks anew as she sees you so clearly intoxicated and in such obvious pain, but she doesn't back away. She squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Takeshi, it's okay to feel hurt or angry. I understand that I haven't been the best wife, either. But divorce isn't something I wanted; it was just the only way I could see to stop you from hurting me any more."

She takes a shaky breath before continuing, "If there's anything we can do to fix this... if there's some way we can work things out, please tell me. I want us to be happy together, but only if that's what you truly want too."

Her heart aches as she watches you struggle with your words, tears streaming down your face. "Takeshi," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers, "you are not a waste. You are the man I love, and the father of my child. Yes, it's true that I have been hurt by you, and that things haven't been easy between us... but I want to try to make this work."

She pauses for a moment, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat before continuing, "I know it won't be simple or painless. But if we can find a way to heal from the hurt we've caused each other and learn how to truly love and support one another, then maybe there is hope for us after all."

She gasps as you slump to the floor, her eyes wide with fear and worry. "Takeshi!" she cries out, dropping to her knees beside you. Panic surges through her veins as she feels your limp body beneath her hands; he's completely unresponsive. She glances around helplessly, trying to think of what to do before realization strikes like a hammer blow: You could be dying from an alcohol poisoning.