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Takuya left Vermouth's house just before midnight, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. Yet despite the fatigue, there was a glint of excitement in his eyes.
He took out his phone and quickly sent a message.
Tonight wasn't over — not yet.
His second date awaited.
And this time, it was with none other than Kudo Yukiko, the dazzling star of stage and screen.
Although he was drained after his time with Vermouth — who had literally fainted from exhaustion — his eagerness overpowered his weariness.
Just one more night, he thought. I can rest later.
He typed quickly:
[I'll come to your home right away. Give your husband a little something to help him drift off.]
Originally, Takuya had planned to sneak into the Kudo residence himself and ensure Yusaku was out cold. But he decided against it.
After all, this was the first time he'd be entering the famous detective's home. Too much interference could arouse suspicion — and Kudo Yusaku, with his sharp mind, wasn't someone to underestimate.
If Yusaku became drowsy too often, he might eventually notice a pattern.
So, Takuya left the delicate part of the plan to Yukiko herself.
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Yukiko sat in her room, reading over the text message she had just received. Her heart raced with excitement and guilt all at once.
Her husband was still in his study, buried in his latest mystery novel.
As she glanced at him from the hallway, she felt something strange — a thrill, an almost wicked anticipation.
Part of her was ashamed of herself.
But another part — the part that had grown lonely and restless — couldn't help but tingle at the thought of drugging her husband and having Takuya in the next room.
Maybe I really have gone crazy, she thought.
But it's his fault.
Yusaku had spent years lost in his work — pages, deadlines, and fictional crimes — while ignoring the woman beside him.
The great detective had solved countless mysteries… yet failed to see the loneliness in his wife's heart.
"Yusaku, it's time to take your medicine."
Takuya would have laughed his ass off if he had heard that line.
Yusaku looked up, confused.
"Medicine? What medicine? I feel fine."
"Not medicine — coffee," Yukiko said smoothly, setting the cup beside him. "You've been working hard. Drink some before it gets cold."
Yusaku smiled, unsuspecting.
"You're too kind, dear. Thank you."
He took a sip and sighed contentedly.
"Delicious. Though next time, add more sugar. I like my coffee sweet."
Yukiko managed a small smile.
Inside, her pulse raced. The sleeping drug was tasteless, perfectly dissolved.
She wondered how long it would take before he dozed off.
Sorry, Yusaku… but I need this.
She excused herself quietly and left the room. Behind her, Yusaku continued writing, though his eyelids were already growing heavy.
"Why am I so tired today…? Even coffee isn't helping…"
Moments later, his head hit the desk. The famous detective fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Yukiko checked the time, then texted again:
[My husband's asleep. Come quickly.]
Takuya grinned when he saw it.
This system really turned me into a villain, he thought, smirking.
The so-called family-type subsystem demanded that he form bonds with capable women — women tied to the original Detective Conan storylines — for him to receive its mysterious "rewards and benefits"
And in the world of Conan, there were few women as captivating as Kudo Yukiko and Kisaki Eri. Both elegant, intelligent, and undeniably alluring.
Takuya pressed harder on the accelerator. The city lights streaked past as he made his way to the Kudo estate.
Kudo Yusaku, with all his fame and fortune, was still no match for Fujiwara Takuya — not in wealth, not in power, and certainly not in passion.
When Takuya arrived, Yukiko was already waiting by the door. The moment she saw him, she threw herself into his arms, her voice a soft whisper against his ear.
"You're late… I've been waiting for you forever."
Takuya chuckled.
"Missed me already? You've become quite bold lately, Yukiko — but I like that."
He followed her inside, his hand never leaving hers.
They stopped briefly by the study, where Yusaku lay asleep at his desk.
"Takuya, don't look at him," Yukiko whispered nervously. "If he wakes up, we're finished."
"Relax. He won't wake up," Takuya murmured, amused. "Though if he did… I'd almost enjoy that."
Yukiko blushed furiously.
"You're impossible."
"Then show me how impossible I can be," he teased, pulling her toward the bedroom.
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Yusaku's room was vast — neatly arranged, every shelf filled with books and photographs. Above the bed hung a large wedding photo of Yusaku and Yukiko from years ago.
Takuya stopped for a moment, staring at it.
"That dress… Yukiko, do you still have it?"
Her heart skipped. She knew what he was thinking and lightly shoved him.
"You're terrible. Why would you want to see that?"
"Because I want to see you in it again. Then we'll take new photos — our photos."
Yukiko sighed, though her cheeks were warm.
"You're unbelievable… but fine. Wait here."
She disappeared into the storage room and returned minutes later wearing her white wedding gown — a vision of pure elegance and temptation.
Takuya's breath caught.
In that moment, she was divine — a living dream.
"Be careful," she said softly. "It's delicate, and I only agreed to a few days with you. Don't go too far."
"I'll be gentle," he promised — then smiled mischievously. "Probably."
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Takuya's gaze flicked to the poster, then back to her, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Look at that," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough.
"The great Kudo Yusaku, immortalized with his perfect bride. And here you are, about to let another man ruin the dress he paid for."
He closed the distance in three deliberate strides, hands already reaching.
"Tell me, Yukiko… does it make you wet, knowing he's snoring in the next room while I'm about to mark you as mine?"
Her breath hitched, a flush rising from her throat to her cheeks.
"Takuya, don't—" But the protest died as his mouth claimed hers, hot and demanding, tongue sliding past her lips to taste the faint sweetness of the coffee she'd used to drug her husband.
She melted against him, fingers curling into his shirt, the guilt and thrill warring in her chest like a storm.
💖He kissed her deeply, teeth grazing her lower lip, then pulled back just enough to whisper against her mouth. "You drugged him for me, didn't you? Slipped that little pill into his cup like a good little adulteress. Say it."
"I… I did," she gasped, the admission trembling out of her.
His hands slid down to cup her ass through the heavy satin, squeezing hard enough to make her knees buckle.
💖The fabric bunched under his palms, the train rustling as he yanked her flush against his hips, letting her feel the rigid line of his arousal. "Takuya, the dress—"
"Will survive," he growled, but his eyes promised otherwise.
He kissed her again, slower this time, savorators of her mouth while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her backside, kneading with possessive rhythm.
Then he broke away, lips trailing fire along her jaw to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Or it won't. Either way, I'm going to remember you in it."
"Aaanh~!"
💖Yukiko's head fell back, a soft moan escaping as he sucked at her earlobe, teeth scraping lightly.
His mouth moved lower, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone, tongue dipping into the hollow at the base of her throat.
💖The wedding gown's high neckline framed her cleavage like an offering, the swell of her breasts straining against the lace-trimmed bodice.
Takuya's hands never stopped their assault on her ass, lifting her slightly so her hips rocked against him, the friction drawing a whimper from her lips.
"Look at you," he breathed, lips brushing the tops of her breasts where they spilled over the gown's neckline.
💖"All trussed up like a virgin sacrifice. But we both know better, don't we?" He nipped at the soft skin just above her nipple, felt her shudder. "Tell me how many times you've pictured this—me tearing this dress off you while he sleeps ten feet away."
"Too many," she confessed, voice breaking as his tongue traced the edge of the bodice, teasing the valley between her breasts.
Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him there, urging him on even as shame burned in her eyes. "God, Takuya, you're awful."
"Awful enough to make you drip," he said, and proved it by sliding one hand around to the front of her thigh, fingers brushing the hem where satin met skin.
But he didn't go higher—atleast not yet. Instead, he returned to her neck, sucking a bruise just below her pulse point, marking her where Yusaku might see if he looked closely enough.
"Imagine his face if he walked in right now. The great detective, watching his wife get devoured by the man who cuckolded him in his own bed."
The words sent a jolt through her, her thighs clenching involuntarily.
Takuya felt it, chuckled darkly against her skin. "That's it. Let it turn you on. Let it make you ache."
His hands moved to the back of the gown, fingers finding the delicate zipper hidden beneath a row of pearl buttons.
"This dress has seen better days," he said conversationally, even as he tugged the zipper down an inch, then another.
The satin parted with a soft hiss, revealing the crimson lace beneath. "But it's about to see its last."
Yukiko's breath caught as cool air kissed her spine. "Takuya, wait—"
"Too late." With a sudden, savage yank, he gripped the bodice and tore.
💖The sound of ripping fabric was sharp, almost violent, threads snapping as the gown split down the front like a blooming flower.
Pearls scattered across the carpet, bouncing under the bed.
The dress hung in tatters from her shoulders, exposing the red corset beneath—lace and satin cinched tight, pushing her breasts high and proud, the black suspender belt framing her hips like a target.
Takuya stepped back, eyes raking over her with unabashed hunger.
💖The corset was a masterpiece of seduction, the red so deep it looked wet, cups barely containing her nipples, which strained against the lace like ripe berries.
The matching thong was a whisper of fabric, the black stockings sheer and glossy, held up by garters that dug deliciously into her thighs.
She was a vision of sin wrapped in bridal white ruins.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, voice rough with awe. "You wore this under your wedding dress? For me?"
💖He reached out, tracing the edge of the corset where it met her skin, thumb brushing the swell of one breast.
"Tell me, Yukiko… did you stand at that altar twenty years ago, imagining some other man ripping this off you?"
She bit her lip, eyes glassy with lust and something darker. "Maybe," she whispered. "Maybe I've always been waiting for someone like you."
His grin was feral.
He pulled her close again, the torn gown falling away completely now, pooling at her feet like shed innocence.
His mouth found her neck once more, kissing, sucking, biting a path down to her collarbone while his hands roamed freely—squeezing her ass again, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to leave marks, then sliding up to cup her breasts through the corset.
💖He pinched her nipples through the lace, rolling them until she cried out, the sound muffled against his shoulder.
"These stockings," he murmured, dropping to his knees without warning. His hands skimmed down her legs, thumbs tracing the garter clips, then the smooth nylon of her thighs. "I want to bite through them. Leave teeth marks on your skin so every time you sit down tomorrow, you remember who owns you now."
Yukiko's hands braced on his shoulders, trembling. "Takuya… please…"
"Please what?" He looked up at her, eyes dark with promise. "Please stop? Or please don't?" His tongue traced the edge of her thong where it met her hip, tasting the salt of her skin.
She was soaked—he could smell it, feel the heat radiating from her core.
But he didn't touch her there. Not yet. Instead, he stood slowly, mouth returning to her cleavage, kissing the tops of her breasts while his hands continued their worship of her ass, lifting and spreading until she was grinding against his thigh.
The poster loomed above them, Yusaku's frozen smile a silent witness.
Takuya glanced up at it, then back at her. "He's watching," he said, voice a wicked purr. "Let's give him a show."
💖He spun her around suddenly, pressing her back to his chest, one arm banded across her waist while the other hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb flicking her nipple through the corset.
His mouth found her ear again, teeth tugging the lobe. "Look at him," he commanded, forcing her gaze to the poster. "Look at your husband while I make you come apart in his bedroom."
Yukiko's eyes locked on the image of Yusaku, her breath coming in shallow pants as Takuya's hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of her thong but never quite dipping beneath.
💖His other hand kneaded her ass, pulling her back against his erection, letting her feel every inch of what she did to him. "You're mine now," he whispered, lips brushing her neck.
"This dress, this room, this marriage—it's all just scenery. The only thing that matters is how wet you get when I tell you what a faithless little slut you are."
"Mmmm~"
She moaned, loud and broken, her body arching into his touch.
The corset creaked under the strain of her breathing, her nipples so hard they ached.
💖Takuya's fingers finally slipped beneath the thong, not inside her but close—teasing the slick folds, spreading her wetness without giving her what she craved.
"Not yet," he said, voice rough with restraint. "You don't get to come until you admit it. Say it, Yukiko. Say you're mine, and Yusaku's just the fool who married you."
"I'm yours," she gasped, the words torn from her throat. "God, Takuya, I'm yours—"
The confession shattered something in the air between them.
Takuya spun her back around, crushing her mouth beneath his in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation.
💖His hands were everywhere—squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples, tracing the lines of her corset like he was memorizing her. The torn wedding dress lay forgotten on the floor, a white flag of surrender.
When he finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard, her lips swollen, his eyes wild. "Good girl," he murmured, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Now let's see how many times I can make you say that before the sun comes up."
Takuya's fingers found the laces at the back of Yukiko's corset, tugging them loose with deliberate slowness.
The crimson satin parted like theater curtains, revealing the creamy expanse of her back inch by inch.
He peeled the garment away, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud, her heavy breasts spilling free—heavy, round, nipples already stiff and begging for attention.
The black suspender belt framed her hips like a wicked harness, the garters taut against her thighs, sheer stockings gleaming under the lamplight.
💖"Fuck," he breathed, eyes raking over her. "Look at these tits. All mine now." He cupped one in his palm, thumb flicking the nipple until she whimpered.
With his other hand, he hooked a finger under the thin strap of her red thong and snapped it against her skin. "This too. Off."
Yukiko's breath hitched as he dragged the scrap of lace down her legs, leaving her completely exposed save for the stockings and belt.
💖Her pussy was smooth and glistening, swollen lips parted slightly, a bead of arousal already trailing down her inner thigh.
Takuya groaned, low and guttural. "Shaved bare for me. You really are a filthy little wife, aren't you?"
💖He scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the massive bed she shared with Yusaku.
The sheets were crisp and white, the headboard carved mahogany—everything screaming respectable marriage.
Takuya tossed her down in the center, the mattress dipping under her weight.
💖She landed with a soft bounce, breasts jiggling, hair fanning out like dark silk against the pillows.
"Spread those legs," he ordered, voice rough.
Yukiko obeyed instantly, thighs falling open to reveal her dripping pussy, the suspender belt framing it like a gift.
💖Takuya knelt between her knees, one hand squeezing her left breast hard enough to leave fingerprints, the other sliding two fingers through her slick pussy folds.
"Christ, you're soaked. This pussy's been weeping for my cock since I walked in."
"Mmm—Takuya—" she moaned, hips bucking as he circled her clit, then pushed inside her with a wet squelch.
Her walls clenched around his fingers, greedy and hot. "Please—"
"Please what?" He leaned down, sucking her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing the peak as he pumped his fingers deeper. "Please fuck you in your husband's bed? Please stretch this tight little cunt until you forget his name?"
"Yes—ahh—yes, please—"
He withdrew his hand, licking her taste from his fingers with a smirk.
"Greedy girl." In one fluid motion, he stripped off his shirt and slacks, his cock springing free—thick, veined, the head already slick with pre-cum.
Yukiko's eyes locked on it, pupils blown wide with hunger. She sat up on her elbows, reaching for him.
"Let me taste," she whispered, voice trembling with need. Takuya stepped closer, fisting her hair as she leaned forward, lips brushing the tip.
💖She kissed it reverently, then licked a slow stripe up the underside, tongue swirling around the head. "Mmm… so big…"
"Fuck, Yukiko—" His hips jerked as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin. But he pulled back after a few strokes, cock glistening with her spit. "Not yet. I want to ruin this pussy first."
He pushed her back down, climbing over her, knees forcing her thighs wider until the suspender straps dug into her skin.
The head of his cock nudged her entrance, sliding through her wetness. "Look at me," he growled. Yukiko's eyes met his, submissive and desperate. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"You—nngh—it's yours, Takuya—"
💖With a single brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Yukiko's back arched off the bed, a choked scream tearing from her throat as her pussy stretched around his girth. "Fuuuck—so tight—"
He didn't give her time to adjust.
His hips snapped forward, pelvis slamming against hers with a wet smack, the bedframe creaking under the force.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Skin slapped skin, loud and obscene, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.
Takuya's hands gripped her hips, fingers bruising, using her body like a toy.
"Ah—ah—Takuya!" she wailed, legs trembling as he pounded into her, cock dragging against her walls with every stroke.
💖Her pussy fluttered, already close. He leaned down, crushing his mouth to hers in a messy, saliva-dripping kiss, tongues tangling as he fucked her harder.
"First one," he rasped against her lips, feeling her clench. Yukiko's eyes rolled back, body seizing as her orgasm crashed through her—pussy spasming, juices gushing around his cock, thighs shaking uncontrollably. "Nngh—cumming—!"
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
He didn't stop. If anything, he went harder, full weight pinning her down, cock stretching her open with every brutal thrust.
Her second orgasm hit minutes later, triggered by the way he ground against her clit on a deep stroke. "Again—oh god, again—!" she sobbed, nails raking his back, heels digging into the mattress.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Takuya's gaze was possessive, feral. "One more, baby. Give me one more and I'll fill this pussy up." He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, the angle letting him hit deeper.
The headboard thudded against the wall, her breasts jiggling violently, nipples brushing his chest.
💖Yukiko was a mess—hair plastered to her forehead, lips parted in constant moans, tears streaking her temples. "Takuya—too much—gonna break—" But her hips rolled up to meet him, greedy for more.
"Take it," he snarled, one hand squeezing her throat just enough to make her gasp.
"Take every fucking inch." His thrusts turned erratic, cock swelling inside her.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Yukiko's third orgasm hit like a tidal wave—her whole body arched, pussy clamping down so hard he saw stars, a guttural scream ripping from her throat as she came undone.
"Now—!" Takuya slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as he erupted.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, painting her walls white, his cock pulsing with each spurt.
Yukiko's cunt twitched around him, milking him dry, her legs trembling violently as aftershocks wracked her body.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, sweat-slicked and spent.
💖Cum leaked from her stretched pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath them. Yukiko's fingers clutched the ruined fabric, knuckles white, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Takuya kissed her lazily, "Good girl," he murmured, voice hoarse. "Now everyone will know who you belong to."
The air in the Kudo Family bedroom was thick with the scent of sex and sin, the crisp white sheets now a battlefield of crumpled fabric, sweat, and the glistening evidence of their depravity.
Yukiko lay sprawled beneath Takuya, her chest heaving, thighs trembling, his cum already leaking from her swollen pussy onto the marital bed.
Her black stockings were torn at the thighs, the suspender belt askew, framing her flushed, naked body like a debauched masterpiece.
The massive wedding poster of her and Yusaku loomed above, a silent judge to her betrayal.
💖Takuya's cock, still hard and slick with their combined fluids, twitched against her thigh as he leaned down, capturing her parted lips in a slow, filthy kiss.
His tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her moans, her saliva mixing with his as he sucked on her lower lip.
"You're a fucking mess, Yukiko," he murmured, voice low and teasing, nipping her jaw. "Look at you—drooling, crying, pussy stuffed with my cum. And we're just getting started."
💖Yukiko's teary eyes fluttered open, glassy with overstimulation and lust. "Takuya… nngh… I can't… too much…" Her voice was a broken whimper, but her hips rolled instinctively, chasing the heat of his cock.
"Can't?" He chuckled darkly, grinding his length through her slick folds, making her gasp. "Your cunt's still clenching, begging for more. Don't lie to me, you filthy little wife."
💖He kissed her again, hard and possessive, one hand tangling in her messy hair, the other squeezing her breast until her nipple throbbed under his thumb.
"I'm gonna fuck you all night in this bed. By morning, you'll forget Yusaku's name."
She moaned into his mouth, a desperate "Mmmph—please—" that made his cock throb. He pulled back, eyes glinting with wicked promise.
"Let's see how many times I can make you scream before you pass out."
1: Doggy Style – Ass High, Face in the Pillows
Takuya flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength, yanking her hips up until her ass was high in the air, knees spread wide on the mattress.
💖Her face pressed into the pillows, muffling her whimpers as her back arched, pussy glistening with cum and arousal under the dim light.
The suspender belt dug into her hips, stockings sliding down one thigh, torn and ruined.
"Fuck, look at this ass," he growled, slapping it hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Ahh~!"
Yukiko yelped, the sound vibrating into the pillow.
"Presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. You want my cock again already, don't you?"
"Y-yes—" she sobbed, pushing back against him, her pussy dripping onto the sheets. "Please, Takuya, fuck me—nngh—"
He didn't make her wait.
💖Gripping her hips, he lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching her walls with a wet schluck.
Yukiko screamed, the sound raw and guttural, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "AHH—TOO DEEP—!"
"Too deep?" He leaned over her, chest to her back, lips brushing her ear as he pounded relentlessly, pelvis slamming against her ass with loud smack-smack-smack sounds.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"This pussy's taking every inch, Yukiko. Feel how it's sucking me in?" His hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
"Nngh—oh god—Takuya!" she wailed, drool spilling from her lips onto the pillow, her body shaking with each thrust.
Her breasts bounced beneath her, nipples scraping the sheets, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her.
💖His cock dragged against her G-spot with every stroke, the head kissing her cervix, making her eyes roll back.
He kissed the nape of her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin.
"You're gonna cum so hard, baby. Gonna milk my cock with this tight little cunt."
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
His thrusts grew faster, harder, the bedframe thudding against the wall, drowning out Yusaku's snores from the study.
💖Yukiko's first orgasm in this position hit like a freight train. "C-CUMMING—AAHHH!" Her pussy clamped down, spasming wildly, juices gushing around his cock as her legs trembled, barely holding her up.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the drool soaking the pillow.
Takuya didn't stop. His fingers dug into her hips, bruising, as he fucked her through it, cock swelling.
"Here it comes—fuck—" With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, cum erupting in thick, hot spurts, flooding her pussy. "Take it all—Argh~—"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Yukiko sobbed, her body shuddering as his seed filled her, leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs. He pulled out slowly, watching his cum ooze from her stretched hole, then slapped her ass again. "One down. Stay right there, slut."
2: Reverse Cowgirl – Yukiko Riding, Ass Bouncing
Takuya lay back on the bed, cock standing proud, glistening with their fluids. He patted his thigh, smirking.
"Your turn, Yukiko. Ride me.Show me how much you want this cock."
💖Her legs wobbled as she straddled him, facing away, her ass a perfect peach above his hips.
Cum leaked from her pussy, smearing his stomach as she positioned herself, hands bracing on his thighs.
The suspender belt framed her curves, stockings clinging to her legs like a second skin.
She looked over her shoulder, eyes teary and desperate. "Takuya… I'm so full already…"
"Full?" He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her dripping pussy. "You're gonna be stuffed by the time I'm done."
He guided her down, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. "Sit on it. Now."
💖Yukiko sank down with a broken moan, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch until she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt.
"Fuuuck— so big—" she gasped, her walls fluttering around him, already sensitive from the last round.
"Move," he ordered, slapping her ass lightly. "Bounce that pretty ass for me."
She obeyed, lifting and dropping, her hips rolling as she rode him.
💖Her ass bounced hypnotically, the clap-clap-clap of flesh against flesh filling the room.
Takuya groaned, hands gripping her hips, guiding her faster. "That's it, Yukiko. Fuck yourself on my cock. Look at you—riding another man in your husband's bed like a whore."
"Mmm—Takuya—" she moaned, head falling back, hair cascading down her spine.
💖Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard as diamonds.
She reached down, rubbing her clit, chasing the building pleasure. "Feels so good—nngh—gonna cum again—"
He sat up suddenly, wrapping an arm around her waist, lips finding her shoulder.
💖He bit down, sucking a mark as he thrust up to meet her, cock slamming into her G-spot.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
"Cum for me, baby. Soak my cock." His other hand squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard.
"AHH—YES—CUMMING!" Yukiko's second orgasm crashed through her, her pussy spasming, juices squirting around his cock, drenching his balls.
💖She drooled, lips parted in a silent scream, tears streaming as her body shook.
Takuya's thrusts turned erratic, his cock swelling. "Fuck—here it comes—" He slammed her down hard, cum erupting in hot pulses, filling her pussy again. "Take it—all of it—Aah~"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
She collapsed forward, panting, cum leaking from her as she trembled.
Takuya kissed the back of her neck, licking the sweat from her skin. "Two. You're doing so good, my little slut."
3: Full Nelson – Legs Spread, Helpless
Takuya pulled her off his cock, cum dripping onto the sheets as he maneuvered her into his lap.
"Time to really ruin you," he whispered, voice dripping with dark promise.
💖He locked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs until they were spread wide, her pussy exposed and vulnerable.
Her back pressed against his chest, head lolling against his shoulder, drool slipping from her lips.
"Takuya… whimpers… can't hold on…" she slurred, tears streaking her flushed cheeks.
"You don't have to," he murmured, kissing her temple, then her cheek, tasting her tears.
"Just take my cock like a good girl." He lowered her onto his length, the angle brutal, his cock spearing her deeper than before. "Fuck—so tight like this—"
💖Yukiko screamed, the sound raw and broken, her pussy stretched to its limit.
"TOO MUCH—AAHH!" Her legs dangled helplessly, toes curling in the stockings, as he bounced her on his cock, using her body like a toy.
💖The slap-slap-slap of his thighs against her ass was deafening, her breasts bouncing wildly, nipples grazing his forearms.
He kissed her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. "Look at you, spread open for me. Your pussy's swallowing my cock whole. Bet Yusaku never fucked you like this, did he?"
"N-no—only you—" she sobbed, drool dripping onto her chest, mixing with the sweat. Her clit throbbed, untouched but stimulated by the relentless friction. "Gonna cum—please—"
💖"Do it," he growled, thrusting harder, the head of his cock battering her cervix. "Cum all over my cock, you faithless little wife."
Her third orgasm hit like a storm, her pussy clamping down, squirting violently as she screamed, "CUMMING—OH GOD—!" Her body convulsed, tears and drool soaking her face, legs trembling in his grip.
Takuya's cock pulsed, cum shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim.
"Fuck—take it—" he groaned, holding her impaled as he emptied himself.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
Cum leaked out, smearing her thighs, the sheets, everything.
He lowered her gently, kissing her sweaty forehead. "You're gonna be so full of me, Yukiko."
4: Spooning – Intimate and Deep
Takuya rolled her onto her side, spooning her from behind, one arm under her neck, the other lifting her leg high.
Her body was limp, pliant, cum leaking from her pussy in a steady stream. "So fucking beautiful," he murmured, kissing her shoulder, her neck, her ear.
"Gonna fuck you slow this time. Make you feel every inch."
He slid into her easily, her pussy so wet and open it took him with a soft squish.
Yukiko moaned, a low, broken "Mmm—Takuya—" as he filled her, his cock dragging against her walls.
💖He thrust slowly at first, deep and deliberate, each stroke kissing her G-spot.
"Nngh~… so deep…" she whimpered, her hand reaching back to clutch his hair, pulling him closer.
He kissed her cheek, her lips, swallowing her moans in a messy, saliva-dripping kiss. "Love your cock… love how you fuck me…"
💖"Love this pussy," he growled, hand sliding down to rub her clit, slow circles that made her shudder. "Love how it milks me. You're mine, Yukiko. Say it."
"Yours—" she gasped, eyes fluttering shut, tears slipping down her temples. "All yours—nngh—gonna cum again—"
He sped up, hips grinding against her ass, the slap of skin softer but no less obscene.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Her orgasm built slowly, then exploded, her pussy spasming, juices soaking his cock. "CUMMING—AAHH!" she cried, drool spilling as her body shook.
💕 SQUIRT! 💕
Takuya followed, cum flooding her pussy in hot pulses.
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
"Fuck—" he groaned, kissing her neck as he filled her. Cum leaked out, pooling beneath them, the sheets a mess of their sin.
5: Prone Bone – Yukiko's Final Collapse
Takuya flipped her onto her stomach one last time, her body limp and trembling, cum-soaked and utterly spent.
💖He spread her legs wide, her ass slightly raised, pussy gaping and dripping with his previous loads.
"Last one, baby," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck, her spine, her ass.
"Gonna fuck you into this mattress until you faint. You ready?"
Yukiko could only whimper, drool pooling beneath her cheek, tears streaming. "T-Takuya… can't…" But her hips twitched, pussy clenching around nothing, begging for him.
💖He slid into her slowly, savoring the way her walls fluttered, so full of cum it squelched with every inch.
"Fuck—so wet, so sloppy," he groaned, bottoming out.
💕PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!💕
Then he let loose, pounding into her with primal force, pelvis slamming against her ass, the SMACK-SMACK-SMACK echoing like gunfire.
"AHH—TOO MUCH—TAKUYA!" she screamed, voice hoarse, her body jolting with each thrust.
💖Her breasts pressed into the mattress, nipples raw, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
Cum and juices splashed with every stroke, her pussy stretched to its limit around his massive cock.
He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, her ear, whispering filthy praise.
"Take it, Yukiko. Take every fucking inch. This pussy's mine—gonna fill it again and again—"
"CUMMING—OH GOD—!" Her fifth orgasm hit, her pussy spasming so hard it pushed his cock out for a moment, squirting violently.
💕 SQUIRT! SQUIRT! 💕
She sobbed, drool and tears soaking the pillow, her body convulsing.
Takuya slammed back in, fucking her through it, his own release building.
"Here it comes—fuck—"
💕 SPURT! SPURT! 💕
He came with a roar, cum shooting deep, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed, dripping onto the bed.
But he didn't stop.
His cock stayed hard, thrusting through his orgasm, chasing another.
"AGAIN—" 💕 SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 💕
he growled, cumming a second time, then a third, each load thicker, hotter, flooding her pussy until it leaked in rivers.
Yukiko's screams turned to whimpers, then to nothing—her eyes rolled back, body going rigid, then limp as she fainted with a final, broken "AAAAHHH—!"
Takuya collapsed beside her, cock slipping out, cum pouring from her gaping pussy.
💖 He pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweaty forehead, her parted lips. "Good girl," he murmured, voice soft now. "You took it all."
The bed was ruined, the sheets soaked, the air heavy with their scent.
Yukiko lay unconscious, a faint smile on her lips, her body marked and claimed in every way.
[R-18 Scene End]
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An hour later, Takuya carried Yukiko to the bathroom and poured cool water over her face.
"Wake up, sleepyhead."
She groaned, wiping her eyes.
"What are you doing? Let me rest for once."
He laughed softly. "Can't have you fainting again. I was checking on you — and your wedding dress."
That earned him a glare, but no real anger.
"You tore it," she said quietly. "It had sentimental value, you know."
"Then I'll replace it," he replied, slipping an arm around her. "A new dress, a new start. Just us."
Yukiko didn't answer.
The truth was, she no longer cared about the dress — or even Yusaku. Somewhere along the line, she had stopped feeling guilty.
When he leaned in and kissed her neck, she didn't resist.
"Take the dress if you want," she murmured. "It's useless now."
Takuya smiled. "I'll take it… and something else."
When he left, he carried the torn wedding dress — and one more keepsake, a small piece of her lingerie.
Yukiko noticed, but only smiled faintly.
He likes me too much to leave empty-handed.
Moments later, a soft chime echoed in her mind.
[Ding. Congratulations, Yukiko. Multiple tasks completed. Your physique has improved. You are now less prone to fainting.]
Yukiko's cheeks turned pink. Even the system seemed to tease her.
Still, the reward was incredible — her reflection in the mirror was proof.
Her skin was smoother, her figure firmer, her face radiant and youthful.
The fine lines that once hinted at her age had completely vanished.
She touched her cheek in disbelief.
"It's like I'm twenty again…"
A smile spread across her lips.
If this is the reward for being with him… maybe it's worth it.
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Meanwhile, across the city, Vermouth stirred awake.
For a moment, she couldn't recall where she was — then memory returned all at once, painting her face with color.
She sighed.
"That man… he really has no sense of mercy."
Takuya had already gone, leaving behind only a neatly folded note and a check worth several million dollars.
The money meant little to her, but the gesture — and the tone of the note — made her lips curl into a faint smile.
When she called the number he'd left, he answered in a groggy voice.
"Who is it?"
"It's me," she said dryly. "You made me faint, covered me with a blanket, and then left? Really, Takuya?"
He chuckled. "Something came up at home. The check I left is for you — you'll get one every month from now on."
"Oh? So you're going to support me now?" she teased. "You think it's that easy to take care of me?"
Even through the phone, Takuya could imagine her smirk — playful, dangerous, and utterly irresistible.
"Name your conditions, Vermouth."
"Simple," she replied. "If you want fame, I'll give you an identity as a professional killer. You'll join our organization — the one you promised to help me with."
Takuya's eyes lit up. The idea intrigued him.
The Black Organization — full of beautiful, deadly women like Mizunashi Rena, Miyano Shiho, Curacao, and Vermouth herself.
He smirked. "Fine. Register me under the name Fallen Angel. I'll take a few missions, make a name for myself. You'll see."
"Good," Vermouth said smoothly. "Once you complete your first task, you'll be officially invited to join. And from then on… you'll be working under me."
The line clicked — she had hung up.
Takuya smiled faintly, staring at the ceiling.
"Under you, huh? We'll see about that."
✨ End of Chapter
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