My own outburst left me bewildered, like waking from a dream I hadn't known I was having.
The room seemed to tilt around me as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts.
Why had those words erupted from me like that? Her life was her own—her choices, her body, everything is her own choice to make.
But I felt wronged somehow.
My throat tightened as I lowered my voice to barely above a whisper, my fingers curling into my palms.
"I'm a man too," I said, the words hanging in the air between us.
"Living under the same roof with you—I'm trying my best to control myself. But you don't even seem to notice how I feel."
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Just tell me the truth. Do you even see as someone of opposite gender?"
Eriko's lips trembled as she saw my dejected expression.
She blinked rapidly, as if trying to steady herself.
"No…I don't mean it that way, it's just about making money right?… with everything going on, I've been thinking more about money than noticing you struggles… I'm sorry if I hurt you…"
I sank into the chair before the computer, listening to her apology in silence.
After a few heartbeats, she glanced up at me, stammering, "Do you…want to see my b-boobs too? I can show you if you want..."
The offer slammed into me like a shockwave—had I caught that right?
Was she truly about to bare herself for me?
I stared, heat flooding her face in a deep scarlet flush, the tips of her ears glowing rosy under the dim light.
Her posture screamed resolve mixed with nerves, shoulders squared but fingers twisting in her lap, and a primal roar echoed in my skull.
Blood roared hot through my body, arrowing down to pool heavy in my groin.
My cock twitched to life, swelling thick and insistent along my inner thigh, the fabric of my pants tightening as arousal gripped me hard.
I nodded on instinct, words tumbling out hoarse.
"Yes. I do."
A mechanical chime cut through:
[Ding! Conditions for recording fulfilled. Recording started...]
Mechanical voice didn't even registered in my mind, eyes fixed on her.
I'd already shattered the fragile boundary once—now retreat felt impossible.
Rising, I crossed the space in three deliberate strides, closing the distance until her warmth radiated against me.
My voice turned gravelly, laced with hunger: "I want to see all of you, Eri."
Her breath ghosted over my collarbone, a shaky exhale betraying her nerves.
She glanced away, murmuring, "You're a pervert too..."
I nodded, unashamed.
"Yeah. I am."
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the hem of her top, peeling it upward until it bunched at her waist.
The pale mauve bra I'd bought her yesterday cupped her breasts, her boobs bounced with jiggles as she removed her top.
I gulped down my saliva, as I looked at such a mesmerizing scene. Is it really happening? I asked the question in mind.
With a soft click, she unhooked her bra, letting the straps slide down her shoulders.
The bra fell away, revealing her bare chest: two full, rounded breasts, pale skin glowing under the room's dim light, nipples tightening into dusky pink peaks that begged for attention.
She was breathtaking—my wife from that old life paled in comparison;
Eriko existed on a plane of allure all her own.
Her narrow waist curved gracefully into the swell of her full, round breasts, those pert pink nipples standing erect like invitations.
Blush stained her cheeks a deep rose, her round glasses slipping slightly as she peeked at me through them, gauging my every twitch.
It was pure fantasy made flesh, scattering my thoughts into chaos.
I'd never laid eyes on nipples so flawlessly rosy, not even in the porn clips from my past existence.
The plea escaped me unbidden, raw and desperate: "Eri, can I touch your breasts?"
She caught how my stare never wavered, how I held back the savage urge to lunge at her, and a sly curve tugged at her lips.
She dipped her chin in consent, her voice a teasing lilt laced with warning.
"If you cause even a hint of pain, I'll stomp your balls flat."
Her permission unleashed me.
I edged closer, drawn like a magnet to the lush mounds rising and falling with her quick breaths.
Up close, they were mesmerizing—soft globes tipped with those hardened peaks, begging for attention.
My fingers shook as they hovered, then made contact, a feather-light brush sending a jolt of fire ripping through my nerves, straight to my throbbing cock straining against my pants.
"They're so damn soft," I murmured, awe thickening my voice as I cradled her entire breasts in my palms, feeling their warm weight yield to my grip.
"Mmm~," she hummed, the sound vibrating low in her throat as my thumbs grazed her nipples, circling the sensitive tips with deliberate slowness.
Her body quivered under my touch, a flush creeping down her neck, and that sultry moan spilled from her parted lips, fueling the heat coiling tight in my gut.
My gaze locked onto her parted lips, where that sweet, needy moan had just slipped free, drawing me in like a siren's call.
I rose slowly, our eyes meeting in a charged stare that held no escape—mine hungry and raw, hers wide and shimmering behind those round glasses.
One hand stayed firm on her right breast, thumb idly circling the stiff pink nipple, while my other arm snaked around her slim hip, pulling her flush against me, feeling the heat radiating from her bare skin.
I couldn't hold back the words, my voice coming out gravelly and thick with want: "Eriko, I need to kiss you. Right now."
She didn't utter a sound, just kept those dark eyes fixed on mine, a flicker of playful challenge in them.
Then her arms slid up, wrapping around my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she tilted her head, offering herself up.
The simple act shattered what little control I had left—my mind a haze of lust and longing.
I leaned in, capturing her lower lip between my teeth in a gentle bite, savoring the plush give of it before moving to her upper lip, sucking lightly.
Hesitation gripped me for a split second, but desire won out; I parted my lips and pushed my tongue forward, probing into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Her taste exploded on my senses—sweet, salty saliva that I lapped at greedily, my tongue tangling with hers in a messy, urgent dance.
She responded at first, her breath hitching against mine, but then she pulled back abruptly, her hands firm on my shoulders.
Confusion clouded my face as I searched hers, chest heaving.
Her voice emerged soft yet commanding, laced with that mesmerizing lilt that sent shivers down my spine: "Don't shove your tongue in like that. I can't breathe. Just follow my lead..."
I stared at her, bewildered, nodding dumbly as heat flushed my cheeks.
Of course I was shit at this—why else would my wife from that old life always dodge my kisses, inventing excuses or turning away without a word?
She'd never called me out, never guided me like this.
But Eriko?
She is different, bold and patient, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and curious as she drew me back in.
Eager to learn, I let her take charge.
Her tongue slipped past my lips first, slow and teasing, tracing the edge of my mouth before delving deeper.
I mirrored her rhythm, letting her lead the way—gentle flicks and swirls that built a slow burn between us.
Our mouths sealed together, wet and insistent, as we sucked at each other's saliva with raw hunger, tongues sliding and pressing in a slick, intimate rhythm.
Her breasts crushed against my chest, nipples scraping my shirt, and a low groan rumbled from my throat into hers.
The kiss deepened, breaths mingling in hot gasps, vulnerability cracking open between us like a shared secret, her guidance pulling me closer to the edge of something real and electric.
Our lips finally separated after what felt like an eternity, a thin strand of saliva bridging the gap before snapping free.
We stared into each other's eyes, breaths ragged and mingling in the heated air between us—mine heavy with lingering hunger, hers quick and flushed.
The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, until she broke it, her voice a teasing lilt edged with amusement.
"You really suck at kissing. You're definitely a virgin, aren't you?"
The word hit like a slap—virgin?
Me, the man who'd been married in my previous life?
A sharp retort bubbled up, but it fizzled as I fired back instead, my tone defensive yet playful: "Like you've got any real experience. You're just as virgin as I am... Hell, have you even kissed anyone before?"