Haruto''s breath hitched as he fought to suppress the panic bubbling within him.


    His grip on Asuka''s hair loosened, his mind scrambling for any semnce of control.


    ''So, this is what Chiyo feels all this time.''


    ''But, why do I need to be scared? Let''s just enjoy her game,''


    he thought as he smirked at her.


    Asuka, however, remained utterlyposed, her lips sliding slowly along his cock as though the intrusion of her husband''s voice was of no consequence.


    Her tongue flicked teasingly against his tip, sending jolts of pleasure that shed with his feeling of excitement and nervousness.


    ''This woman is crazy!''


    He looked at Asuka now touched her own pussy, sliding her hand inside her jeans to get to her pussy as her moan muffled by his cock.


    The older man lingered in the doorway, oblivious to the tension. "You know, you need to tell Kota the secret of your puberty!"


    He started to eat chiffon cake in his hand, "He got all of his genes from me, I feel sorry for him." he sighed.


    "Of course, Mr. Inoue," Haruto replied, his voice tight.


    He resisted the urge to look down at Asuka, who had paused momentarily, the corners of her lips curling into a devilish smirk.


    "Goodd." Mr. Inoue nodded approvingly, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.


    "Well, let me know if you need anything. I''ll be in the garden."


    The moment the sound of his footsteps faded, Haruto exhaled shakily, his body stiff from the adrenaline.


    "Asuka, are you insane?" he said, acting as if he was disprove of what she was doing.


    She pulled back, her lips parting with a soft pop, and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.


    Haruto let out a lowugh, leaning back as if to consider her words.


    "Afraid?" shaking his head. "No. I''m enjoying every second of it."


    Asuka widened her eyes in surprise beforeughing along with him. "I knew it—you''re just as bad as I am."


    "Of course I am," Haruto replied, his smirk growing.


    "I''m your partner in crime, your son''s friend, and who knows? Maybe I''ll be your husband''s best friend too."


    "Now, why don''t we stop wasting time and get back to it?"


    "I love your spirit."


    She knelt between his legs, her lips and tongue moving with a skill that left him trembling.


    Her pace quickened, her hands squeezing and stroking his balls in perfect rhythm with her mouth.


    "Ahh, yes, you hit the spot," Haruto groaned, his hands gripping the sofa''s armrest to steady himself.


    The warmth of her mouth, the tightness of her throat—it was overwhelming.


    Asuka looked up at him with mischievous eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder.


    She let out a muffled hum, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through him.


    Her wet throat and the way the muscles contracting was amazing, as if her mouth turned into a cunt that wanted to suck him dry.


    Her hands caressed his thighs, teasingly slow, as if daring him to lose control.


    "I''m close…" he hissed, his body tensing as the pressure built.


    Just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, Mr. Inoue''s voice rang out from the garden.


    "Asuka, where did you put the shears?"


    But Asuka didn''t stop. If anything, she doubled down, her mouth moving faster, her tongue swirling around him with an intensity that made his vision blur.


    "Asuka, I''m close!"


    Her hand reached up, silencing him by pressing against his chest as she pushed him deeper into the sofa.


    She pulled back just enough to whisper, "Don''t hold back. Let it go, Haruto."


    With a guttural groan, Haruto''s body convulsed, and he came hard, his release filling her mouth as she continued to milk him for everyst drop.


    Asuka swallowed effortlessly, her eyes never leaving his, a smug grin forming on her glistening lips.


    "Good boy," she purred, wiping the corner of her mouth with a finger before licking it clean.


    Haruto slumped back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.


    His heart pounded in his ears, and the adrenaline coursing through him made his limbs feel heavy.


    "Asuka!" Mr. Inoue called again, his voice closer this time.


    "Coming!" she chirped, standing and adjusting her apron as if nothing had happened.


    She leaned down, nting a soft kiss on Haruto''s lips. "Stay here and catch your breath. I''ll take care of him."


    With that, she sauntered out of the room, leaving Haruto to process what had just happened.


    ''Huftt, that was amazing.''


    Footsteps echoed from the hallway, the door creaked open to reveal Asuka''s mischievous grin.


    "He''s back in the garden," she said with a wink.


    "You''ve got a few minutes before Kota gets home. Want to stay for that chiffon cake?"


    Haruto chuckled, leaning against the sofa with a sly smile. "The chiffon cake on your crotch, right?"


    Asuka burst intoughter, her voice light and teasing. "Why not both?" she replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.


    "But my mouth''s already drooling for the other one," he said, licking his lips suggestively.


    Asuka tilted her head back,ughing harder. "See? That''s why we''re a match made in heaven," she teased, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.


    Grinning, she grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The space wasrger than Haruto had imagined, with a sleek, minimalist design that felt almost impersonal.


    ''This, let''s continue with the n.''


    he thought, as he put something on the dressing table.


    As his gaze wandered, his eyesnded on a single family photo sitting on the bedside table—a sharp contrast to the otherwise hollow room.


    "This ce feels…empty," he said, breaking the silence.


    Asuka followed his gaze and shrugged, her tone nonchnt. "I rarely sleep here. My husband has his own room."


    Haruto raised an eyebrow as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed. "Why? Aren''t husbands and wives supposed to sleep together?"


    She let out a soft, bitterugh, leaning back on her palms. "You''re too young to understand," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of cynicism.


    "Sometimes, a wife hates her husband so much she decides it''s better to sleep alone—or with someone else."


    The corners of Haruto''s lips twitched upward as he leaned closer, his tone yful. "And here I thought marriage was about love and loyalty."


    Asuka pushed his shoulder gently, her smile returning as she dismissed the topic. "Let''s not waste time talking about boring things like that. Didn''t you say you were hungry?"


    Her hand trailed up his chest, her eyes darkening with desire. "Why don''t you indulge in your favorite ''chiffon cake''?"


    Haruto smirked, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Don''t mind if I do."