Chapter 60 Shuichi’s Preferences
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Shuichi has returned home. It seems his wife, Yui, hasn’t come back yet.
Before Akane was born, their relationship was somewhat okay, but it’s been over ten years since he last held his wife. Seeing her sagging breasts after childbirth, he’s completely stopped seeing her as a woman. As long as she’s properly taken care of as the hospital’s Vice Director and Akane’s mother, he doesn’t care what she does afterward.
(Still, she wasn’t bad-looking.)
While drinking whiskey on the rocks, he recalls the woman sitting next to the politician he was with until just now, looking down at Shuichi.
(I want to see that bossy woman holding back.)
Actually, Shuichi has a certain fetish—in a word, cuckoldry.
More precisely, it’s women with boyfriends or husbands desperately holding back their feelings and voices, knowing they shouldn’t feel anything.
(I should have gone to her room instead of coming home today.)
That woman is Shuichi’s mistress—a bar girl he often visits. She knows about his fetish and plays out the scenario for him. Of course, Shuichi knows it’s for money.
Door opens and closes
”Oh, you’re back?”
Yui, his wife, greets him with a casual tone, her expression neutral, though there’s a subtle warmth in her eyes that catches his attention. She seems different tonight—more composed, yet there’s an unspoken energy about her.
”Yeah, just had a light drink. Want some?”
”…I’ll take a shower and head to bed.”
Yui pauses, slightly caught off guard by the offer. Before she can respond, he gently takes her hand, guiding her to sit beside him on the couch.
”You seem a bit flushed. Had a drink already?”
”Just one. Come on, have a little.”
He pours her a glass without waiting for an answer. She hesitates, then accepts it, her gaze meeting his briefly before looking away.
(She’s really… radiant tonight. Has she been taking better care of herself?)
The thought crosses his mind, though he brushes it off. Yui has always been beautiful, but there’s an unfamiliar spark in her tonight. Little does he know, his intuition is closer to the truth than he imagines.
As she sips her drink, he feels an inexplicable urge to keep her close. Without a word, he pulls her gently onto his lap, his arm wrapping around her waist.
”Hey! What are you doing?”
”We’re married. It’s fine, right?”
”But Akane’s just upstairs!”
”Then you’ll have to be quiet.”
With a playful smirk, he rests his chin on her shoulder, his hand gently resting on her thigh. Her breath hitches, and he notices something unusual—a faint scent that doesn’t belong to her.
”Hmm?”
He brings his hand to his nose, catching a subtle aroma. It’s not hers—it’s the trace of something unfamiliar. But it’s not what he expects. The scent is… different, almost clinical.
(If she’s been busy, she wouldn’t want me distracting her like this.)
The realization sends a thrill through him, though he can’t quite explain why. His heart races, and he feels a strange mix of curiosity and protectiveness.
Yui, sensing his intensity, stiffens slightly. But he holds her closer, his touch gentle yet firm, as if to reassure himself—and her—that she’s still his.
The night unfolds quietly, their unspoken tension hanging in the air. But for now, they remain entwined, the secrets between them waiting to be uncovered.
Seeing this, Yui feels a pang of unease, worried her secret might be exposed. They both have their own moments of intimacy outside their marriage, but it’s an unspoken rule to keep it discreet. The thought of being found out naturally brings anxiety, and now, that anxiety softens her resistance.
Seizing the moment, Shuichi, with gentle insistence, moves her lingerie aside and tenderly draws close to her. Her response is subdued, but the traces of another’s presence act as an unexpected bridge between them.
Softly, gently.
In the quiet room, only the subtle rhythm of their movements fills the air. Shuichi, with careful hands, adjusts her clothing, accidentally catching her undergarment.
A soft snap.
He pauses, noticing the small mishap, but his focus remains on her. After a long while, he looks down at her, his gaze tender.
(She’s taken such good care of herself.)
Her figure, once familiar, now carries a renewed vitality. Seeing her like this, his heart warms, and he leans in, his touch gentle.
”Mmm… nnn… mmm…”
If this had been before, perhaps her response would have been different. But now, with a newfound sense of self, she finds herself reacting in ways she hadn’t expected. Her hesitation seems rooted in a mix of emotions, though she’s not entirely sure why.
However, her subdued reaction only deepens his affection.
(She’s still so beautiful, so responsive.)
”Mmm…”
Softly, tenderly.
Gentle breaths fill the air.
With care, he adjusts their position, taking a moment to appreciate the connection between them.
A quiet pause.
Afterward, Yui sits up, her expression a mix of emotions.
”We shouldn’t do this again.”
She gathers her things, her gaze meeting his briefly before she turns to leave. He watches her go, noticing a subtle trace of their moment together on her skin.
(It was… meaningful.)
For over a decade, their intimacy had faded into the background. Now, holding her again, he sees her not just as his partner, but as the woman he once knew—renewed and vibrant.
What lies ahead for them remains uncertain, but in this moment, they’ve reconnected in a way that feels both familiar and new.
(It was amazing!)
For over 10 years, they had no intimate relations. His wife, whom he embraced again after so long, was as beautiful and seductive as before. It was the moment he recognized Yui as a woman again, after she had once become unrecognizable as one.
What will become of these two?
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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