Minako and Yuuto explore the limits of their relationship on a day filled with passion, domination, and exhibitionism. How far are they willing to go?
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains of her room at the inn, casting golden streaks across Minako's still-sweaty body as she lay face down on the rumpled sheets. Yuuto, a damp towel in hand, leaned over her, running the cloth with slow, deliberate strokes between her thighs. The thick fluid from the previous night—a mixture of his own seed and that of the strangers who'd used her—still trickled down her swollen folds, and each brush of the fabric made Minako gasp, her fingers twitching against the mattress.
"Don't move," Yuuto murmured, his voice low and raspy, as he slid the towel between her buttocks, firmly parting them to wipe away every last trace of fluids. "Although…" a crooked smile curved his lips, "I like the way you look like this, dirty and used."
Minako moaned, her body responding to her husband's tone before his words had even finished echoing. She knew what was coming. She always knew. And yet, every time Yuuto took her like this—rough, possessive, as if her body were a toy made solely for his pleasure—a wave of heat rushed from her belly to her throat. She felt her breasts, squashed against the mattress, move with each ragged breath, her hard nipples brushing against the rough fabric of the sheets.
Yuuto dropped the towel to the floor. There was no warning. Only the crunch of his fingers closing around her hips, pulling her back until her knees sank into the mattress and her ass was raised, exposed, vulnerable. Minako gasped as she felt the cool air caress her still-sensitive sex, but before she could adjust, Yuuto was already there, his thick member pressing against her entrance without preamble.
"Ah—!" Her cry escaped her as he impaled her in one swift motion, without mercy, without pause. This wasn't normal penetration. It never was with him. Yuuto had woven a subtle spell around his cock, one that ensured every thrust hit directly against her cervix, sending waves of searing pleasure that left her breathless. Minako felt her inner walls contract around him, desperate to accommodate him, but Yuuto gave her no respite. His hips slapped against her buttocks with a wet, obscene sound, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room like a wild rhythm.
"Yuuto, please, it's too much—" Her words were choked with a moan as he thrust deeper into her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as he held her in place.
"Too much?" His laugh was dark, triumphant. "There's no such thing as too much when it comes to you, my precious whore."
Yuuto's hand threaded through her hair, pulling her head back until the arch of her back was almost painful, but the pain only served to fuel the fire between her legs. Each thrust filled her to the brim, her womb distending with the force of his movements, as if he wanted to brand her from within. Minako could feel her womb contracting around the tip of his cock, each impact sending out sparks of ecstasy that left her trembling.
"I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" She couldn't finish the sentence. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, eliciting a scream from her that mixed with Yuuto's guttural growl as he came inside her too, his hot seed flooding her in thick, hearty pulses. Minako felt it trickle down her thighs when Yuuto finally pulled out, but there was no time to recover. His fingers were already tracing circles around her swollen clit, prolonging her pleasure until her legs shook and she collapsed onto the bed, panting.
"Good girl," Yuuto whispered, fondling her rear end possessively before slapping her in a way that echoed in the silence of the room. "Now, get up. We have a village to shock."
Half an hour later, Minako was walking beside him through the village's cobblestone streets, the tight-fitting outfit Yuuto had chosen for her molding itself to every curve of her body like a second skin. The black leather corset squeezed her waist, pushing her breasts up obscenely, while the sheer tights under her short skirt left little to the imagination. But it was her rear end that drew all the attention. The stretchy fabric clung to her buttocks as if painted on, highlighting every movement, every sway of her hips as she walked.
The murmurs began almost immediately.
—Look how that bitch struts…
—Did you see how tight that suit is against her ass? God, you can even see her pussy lips…
Yuuto, with a lazy smile, slid his hand down Minako's back until it rested at the base of her spine, right where the skirt ended. With a swift movement, he pulled the fabric to the side, exposing one full buttock to the light. The collective gasp of the passersby was almost comical.
"Excuse me," Yuuto said, his voice laced with false innocence as he turned Minako around to face him, his fingers digging into the exposed flesh of her rear end. "I just wanted to make sure everyone could appreciate the show."
Minako felt the cool air caress her bare skin, but made no move to cover herself. Instead, she bit her lower lip, her eyes shining with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as gazes bore down on her. An older man with a graying beard stopped a few feet away, his eyes fixed on Minako's thigh where the fabric had tangled, exposing the dark, damp hair of her genitals.
Yuuto didn't stop him when the man reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing Minako's skin right where her leg met his crotch.
"Easy," Yuuto warned, though his tone held no threat. "She's mine, but she can play a little."
The man swallowed, his fingers sliding closer, until his thumb brushed the edge of her labia. Minako gasped, but didn't pull away. Instead, she parted her legs a little further, inviting him.
"Gods, she's soaked," the man muttered, his voice hoarse.
"Of course she is," Yuuto laughed, taking a step back to let more hands approach. "She's a slut who loves being looked at."
The adventurers' guild smelled of leather, sweat, and stale beer. Behind the counter, the blonde MILF who had greeted them the day before—the guild leader—looked up from some scrolls with an arched eyebrow. Her cleavage, generous and barely contained by the leather corset, moved with every breath, and Yuuto didn't look away when their eyes met.
"They're back," the woman said, her voice honeyed like thick honey. "Does Rank F have a mission to report yet?"
Yuuto leaned his elbows on the counter, leaning forward enough so that his breath brushed the edge of her cleavage.
"Let's just say we've been... exploring other abilities." His fingers traced a slow circle on the wood, right in front of her breasts. "But I'm sure you could give us a special mission, couldn't you..."
"Lilith," she finished, her lips curving into a smile that promised all sorts of sins. "And depending on what you're looking for, I might be able to arrange something."
Yuuto winked at her, his hand sliding into Minako's, who remained silent at his side, though her breathing had quickened. Lilith followed Yuuto's gaze to his wife, and her eyes darkened with something that wasn't just professional interest.
"Interesting," she murmured, her fingers fiddling with the clasp of her corset. "Perhaps we should talk privately."
The park at dusk was filled with families and merchants closing their stalls, but in a corner shaded by the trees, Yuuto had found the perfect spot. With a swift movement, he unzipped Minako's skirt and pulled it down to her ankles, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed to anyone who wanted to look. They didn't have to wait long.
A group of young men, barely older than teenagers, stopped a few feet away, their eyes widening as they saw Minako standing, her legs slightly apart, her genitals glistening in the last light of day. One of them, more daring, stepped forward, his hand reaching out for her.
—C-can I…?
Yuuto nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.
—Sure. But be careful. It's sensitive.
The boy gulped before his fingers brushed against Minako's thigh, slowly moving up until his thumb pressed against her clit. Minako gasped, her hands gripping Yuuto's shoulder for balance as the boy began rubbing clumsy but enthusiastic circles around her entrance.
"Gods, she's so hot," another whispered, coming up behind her to feel her buttocks with both hands.
Yuuto watched, his cock hardening inside his pants as more hands joined in, exploring, touching, even inserting a finger inside Minako, who moaned shamelessly, her head resting against her husband's chest.
"That's it," Yuuto murmured, his mouth close to her ear. "Let them use you, my bitch. I love immoral adventures."
As the sun finally sank behind the village rooftops, painting the sky in shades of purple and gold, Yuuto lifted Minako into his arms,
"I adore you my perverted wife even if I only punish you I will also give you rewards over time.
as if she weighed no more than a feather. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss, their tongues intertwining as the last of the curious onlookers drifted away, murmuring. Minako could taste the wine and sweat in his mouth, but beneath it, something sweeter. Something that only existed between them.
"Was it worth it?" Yuuto asked against her lips, his voice a harsh whisper.
Minako didn't respond with words. She just smiled, her fingers tangling in her hair as the wind caressed her still-warm skin, still marked by the hands of strangers. In the air hung the question neither of them dared to speak aloud: How far can they go before the world reminds them that there are lines they shouldn't cross?
But for now, with the night stretching out before them like a dark and promising blanket, it didn't matter. There was only them, their bodies, and the echo of their moans mingling with the whisper of the wind.