episode_0143

If Nozomi were to define sex, it was closer to [service].

One might ask why ‘service,’ but considering the act of moving her waist to please a man, undergoing various preparations and ‘education,’ and adjusting to his mood, it wasn’t an entirely incorrect thought.

Naturally, for her, sex was less an enjoyable activity and more a tiring task that needed to be completed. It had always been that way until now.

No. Perhaps it wasn’t like this at first, but at least now it was.

Something akin to tiring and bothersome service.

That was how Nozomi perceived sex.

But sex with Takuya was different.

It was like sex between lovers, no, less sweet than that, but with a strangely addictive feeling.

Certainly, it was also because sex with Takuya felt incomparably better than with her husband.

However, that alone wasn’t why sex with Takuya was different.

So then, why was sex with Takuya so pleasurable? Nozomi’s answer was this:

It was because Takuya’s sex made her feel that her efforts were acknowledged, and that he was considerate of his ‘partner.’

One might wonder what this means, but it held a surprisingly significant meaning.

Among those in power, there are often men who simply use women for their desires or as trophies.

And one of those men was Nozomi’s husband.

Naturally, in her sex life, Nozomi could not feel any consideration from her husband.

But Takuya was different.

Certainly, there were times when he would tease her despite her saying she disliked it.

But he knew how to tread the line appropriately.

He would generally avoid what Nozomi genuinely disliked and uncannily recognize when her complaints were half-hearted teasing, acting swiftly.

Thanks to this, Nozomi didn’t feel irritation or anger during sex with Takuya.

He acted solely to give her excitement and pleasure.

And perhaps it was because of Takuya’s actions.

‘Pant pant. My body feels strangely hot…’

Nozomi’s body had been slowly heating up on its own for a while now.

It wasn’t that her body was literally hot.

It meant that Nozomi’s incredibly rigid heart was slowly melting.

And within Nozomi’s melting heart, a dark desire that even Nozomi herself was unaware of, was hidden.

It was the desire to gyrate her hips herself on top of a man.

The answer as to why this was considered a dark desire was, ironically, quite amusing.

‘Heh heh. He’s enjoying it!’

It was precisely because of the base desire of having a man pinned beneath her.

Nozomi had been having sex with her husband for a long time, but she had never gyrated her hips on top of him.

The unexpected reason was not Nozomi, but her husband’s fault.

He disliked his wife riding on top and gyrating her hips.

She had never asked why, but one thing was certain:

He deeply disliked his wife being on top of him, her husband.

She didn’t know why.

However, seeing his expression sour every time she tried to move on top, she knew he detested it greatly.

Therefore, Nozomi was always forced to have sex pinned beneath a man.

That’s why, when Takuya told her to get on top, she decided to get on top and move herself.

She wanted to know why her husband hated her getting on top so much.

Once she rode on top, she understood.

Why her husband never let his wife be on top of him.

Being on top of Takuya, she could see his naked expression of pleasure, and every small movement of his.

No. Not only that, but she felt as if she could see exactly how to move to please him.

Exaggerating a bit, it felt good in a strange way, as if everything about the man was beneath her.

And then she realized.

‘Ah, I get it now, why he hated being on top so much.’

Though it was just a guess, Nozomi had a ridiculous thought, even to herself, that perhaps her husband had acted that way all this time because he worried his wife might ‘climb over’ him if she was on top.

Honestly, even if he was a husband from a prestigious family, would he really think something so absurd?

Of course, there was a surprising twist later when Nozomi’s thought turned out to be correct, but regardless, thanks to this base and twisted desire, Nozomi, gyrating her hips on top of Takuya, had the distinct illusion that Takuya beneath her was truly ‘under’ her.

“Haaah! This feels so good! My inside, my inside is completely filled! Ugh!”

A clear illusion born from the fact that it was a position where Nozomi herself could pull out or stop whenever she wanted.

But at this moment, for Nozomi, the feeling of being superior to this man was real.

For Nozomi, who had spent half her life working to bear her husband’s children, this much was enough to feel such a desire.

Perhaps that was why. Nozomi.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

She explored Takuya, who was pinned beneath her, even more roughly.

“Slurp. Hah. A little more. Slurp. Make it deeper.”

At first, it was merely gyrating her hips, but as time passed, mixing tongues became the norm.

“Lick lick. Delicious.”

Even voluntarily licking his body and ‘serving’ him, something she had never done for her husband.

She truly treated this man like her own, performing rough sex with abandon.

It was an intense action, to the extent that her past self from a few days ago would have been horrified to see the current Nozomi.

But now, this time, faithful to her desires.

“Ugh! I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

—Squirt! Squiiiiiirt! Squishhh!

At least, compared to the utterly dull sex she had with her husband.

—Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!

“Eeeeeek~!!!”

It felt tens, hundreds of times better.

***

How much time had passed since Nozomi, the manager—or perhaps a section chief?—and I had our cosplay sex?

Nozomi and I explored each other like truly mad people.

I’m not exaggerating.

I was already a little crazy for women, but Nozomi—whether she had been starved for men all this time or if she simply liked having sex with me—displayed a multitude of vulgar behaviors that no lady would ever show.

Beyond simply licking my body while on top of me, there were intense kisses with mingled saliva, and inverse presses that felt like my waist would give out rather than hers.

And finally.

“Slurp. Hah. Slurp.”

“Cough. It’s incredible.”

“Slurp. You can stop using formal speech. Hah.”

Even this ‘cleaning’ fellatio.

Nozomi truly acted like someone crazed with sex.

“Shall we then? Then you can also speak informally to me, Nozomi.”

“No. *Suck*. I prefer this more. *Smack*.”

How much time passed as I watched Nozomi sucking my cock while we talked like that?

—Ring.

My flip phone, which I’d lazily left on the breakroom table, began to ring.

Hearing the flip phone ring, Takuya picked it up and flicked it open with a wrist snap.

‘Ugh, this is annoying. When are smartphones coming out?’

His usual grumbling was a bonus.

When he answered the call, the voice he heard was.

“Hello?”

[Takuya-nim, Yuzuke-nim says it’s almost time for dinner and you should finish up.]

It was Lunako’s voice, very familiar to me.

Hearing Lunako’s voice, I remembered something I had forgotten.

‘Ah, now that I think about it. I never got Lunako’s answer.’

The announcement of Miyuki’s pregnancy and sex, which occurred after I broke up with Lunako, had been so shocking that I’d completely forgotten.

After a moment of thought.

After first saying I understood, I spoke to Lunako.

“Alright. I’ll get ready and leave soon. By the way, Lunako, what’s the answer to the question I asked back then?”

At my words, Lunako was silent for a moment before speaking.

[…..I’ll tell you later.]

At her words, I instantly realized Lunako was upset and was about to comfort her when.

—Beep beep beep.

The call simply disconnected.

It seemed she was quite angry.

“Slurp. What was that call about? Smack.”

Seeing my expression, Nozomi asked me, and I replied to her with a look that said it was nothing.

“Oh, they said to get ready for dinner soon.”

“Ah.”

At my words, Nozomi looked at me with a slightly regretful expression.

It seemed she was disappointed that our intense sex session was ending.

Noticing Nozomi’s expression, I chuckled and gently stroked her head as she performed fellatio, saying.

“Don’t be too disappointed. It’s only the end of the morning session, after all.”

At my words, Nozomi’s cheeks turned red, whether from joy or excitement, and she quietly replied.

“I wasn’t really expecting anything.”

Nozomi’s rather cute reply made me smile so wide my mouth reached my ears.

That flustered expression.

‘Heh, that’s the best expression.’

Nozomi really was a woman I liked far more than I had expected.