Chapter 38: Your Husband Can’t Satisfy You, Can He?

Chapter 38: 38: Your Husband Can’t Satisfy You, Can He?

Hana opened the door quietly enough not to make a sound.

"W-welcome..."

She was still wearing the same body tight dress that revealed every curve of her body.

Her young face retained a certain innocence, yet there was already something unmistakably married about her too.

Hmm... I’d always wondered why older men were obsessed with "young wives."

Now that I saw one like this, I had to admit they knew what they were doing.

"You ordered a delivery, ma’am?"

"...Yes."

I acted out the deliveryman role exactly as we’d planned.

To make it feel more authentic, I’d deliberately bought something at a convenience store.

Props mattered in any performance.

The plastic bag rustled as I held it out to Hana.

"Th-thank you..."

She stepped closer and reached for it.

Not so fast.

I pulled the bag away.

"Ah..."

She hadn’t expected that. Her balance tipped forward.

She stopped only when she was nearly in my arms.

We were close enough for me to feel her breath.

"Hmm. Ma’am, are you here alone?"

"...What?"

"I asked whether you’re alone."

I held the plastic bag above her head.

"Why are you suddenly asking that...? P-please give it to me."

Hana reached up with a little grunt, trying to snatch the bag.

No chance.

She couldn’t reach it while I held it high.

"Answer me, ma’am. Are you alone in the apartment?"

"N-no. I’m not alone... My husband is inside."

"Oh? Your husband is in there?"

I stepped closer.

The front of my pants pressed against her pajama-clad body.

"Ah...!?"

"Your husband is inside, yet you’ve been staring only at this."

"Wh-what are you doing...!?"

Hana startled and tried to step back.

I wasn’t about to let her escape.

I blocked her with my body and pinned her against the wall.

"Mm...!"

"You’ve been looking here the entire time. Ever since you greeted me."

"Wh-what have you been talking about...? I don’t understand."

"Don’t play innocent."

My erection bulged prominently through my pants as I rubbed it along her thigh.

"I felt your eyes on me from the moment you opened the door."

"Mm..."

"You weren’t looking at me or at the delivery bag. You were staring at my cock."

I pressed it firmly against her stomach.

"Weren’t you?"

"Ah..."

Hana curled inward at the pressure.

The way she trembled was adorable.

"It’s the middle of the night. A deliveryman has you pinned down in your own home, and you haven’t resisted once."

"I-I am resisting..."

She wriggled weakly from side to side.

That was resistance?

It was almost funny.

If this were real, she would have shoved me away, screamed, and caused a scene.

Instead, all Hana did was twist her hips in something closer to coy protest.

I wasn’t even holding her arms, yet she made no attempt to flee.

"You aren’t screaming either."

"M-my husband might wake up..."

"Shouldn’t you be waking him? Asking him to help you?"

"I-I can’t let him see me like this..."

"Is that so? I suppose you’re right."

Without warning, I pulled down my pants.

Hana hadn’t expected that either. Her eyes flew wide.

"Wh-what are you doing...!?"

"What else? Showing you what you’ve been wanting to see."

"I-I didn’t want to see it... P-pull your pants up...!"

"Of course you did."

I lowered them farther and freed my cock.

"Ah...!?"

Hana’s whole body jerked in shock.

It had been a while since she’d seen it, hadn’t it?

Even I was sometimes surprised by my own cock. It must have been worse for her, who could never even dream of something like this.

"Would you like a better look somewhere brighter?"

"N-no..."

I crowded her into the apartment, nearly carrying her in with my body.

Beep. Click.

The electronic lock engaged behind us.

So this was where Barry and Hana lived.

A perfectly ordinary apartment.

The entrance light switched on at the movement.

"Ah..."

The sudden brightness illuminated my heavy cock protruding above my lowered pants.

Hana couldn’t take her eyes off it.

I brought it closer so she could feel it more clearly.

"Mm... I-I told you not to do this..."

"You say that, but you aren’t moving away."

"No. Th-that’s not..."

Not what?

Her fingers kept twitching as she debated whether to touch me.

"Haah..."

Even her breathing was no longer normal.

It was the breath of a woman in heat at the sight of a cock.

"This is really... a problem..."

"I’m the one with the problem, not you. You ordered a delivery this late because you wanted to call me here, didn’t you?"

"...I did, but not because I meant to..."

"Not because you meant to do this?"

I rustled the plastic bag open.

Inside was the convenience-store snack I’d bought...

No.

It was a box of condoms.

"You ordered me to bring these."

"Ah..."

"Anyone would assume you wanted one put on this."

I openly rubbed my bare cock over the front of her pajamas.

It had been sliding along her thigh and nudging her stomach for some time already.

Each time it pressed against her, Hana only twitched and breathed harder.

"I-I didn’t mean to use them with you..."

"Then with whom?"

"My husband..."

"Ah, your husband. But he’s asleep."

"..."

"You ordered condoms for your husband, yet you couldn’t use them because he went to bed..."

"Ah..."

"So you were ready for sex and never got it. It must be hard."

"Mm...!"

Hana rubbed her legs together.

That alone was answer enough.

Her face was exactly that of a sexually frustrated wife.

Admittedly, I’d improvised this part of the scenario.

If she was merely acting so perfectly to match it, she deserved an award.

But I knew the truth.

She had already been frustrated when she sent me the DM.

I pressed my cock against her again.

"Mm...!"

"Your husband can’t satisfy you, can he?"

"That’s not true...! N-never...!"

"And those look like ordinary-size condoms..."

I glanced at the box and smirked.

"If you intended them for me, I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake."

"...What?"

"I can’t use these. They’ll tear."

More accurately, I’d struggle to get one on at all.

Condoms stretched like rubber balloons, so expanding after application wasn’t the main problem.

The rigid ring at the opening was.

For a large man, that ring caught and made the condom almost impossible to roll down.

If I forced it, the pressure became unbearable.

That was why condoms came in different sizes despite being elastic.

Personally, I used only ultra-large ones imported from the faraway land of freedom and violence.

Convenience-store condoms in my own country? A joke.

Hana’s eyes moved between my cock and the box as her body trembled.

"Ah..."

"Perhaps this is fortunate."

"Wh-what is?"

"You won’t need an excuse if your husband notices a condom was used."

"What... do you mean?"

"If you do it with me now, we can leave no evidence at all."

"..."

Hana turned away, blushing.

I slowly kneaded her ass with one hand.

"Mm...!"

"You aren’t avoiding my hand either."

"If I try... you’ll hit me."

"Heh. Would that really be necessary?"

I knew rape was Hana’s kink, but I had no intention of actually beating her.

I opposed violence. I was an upstanding citizen.

I firm beleive " big dick requires greater responsibility".

Just a man with a huge cock who wanted to breed someone else’s fiancée senseless.

And tonight, Hana seemed less interested in fulfilling the rape fantasy than in something else.

"You look like the one who wants this more. Why would I need to force you?"

"Mm..."

She simply wanted relief from her frustration.

You could tell from the atmosphere.

She’d had sex with Barry and been left unsatisfied.

After tasting my cock, her body could no longer be satisfied by someone like him.

I shifted my hips and slid my cock between her thighs, pressing it firmly toward her crotch.

Squelch.

"Mm...♡"

"It’s already wet here."

"No... it isn’t."

"It’s far too soaked for that."

The front of Hana’s dress was stained below her navel as though she’d wet herself.

"You have no reason to hesitate."

"B-but... he’s..."

Hana looked cautiously toward the bedroom.

So Barry was in there.

"It will be fine. As long as you don’t make noise, your husband won’t wake."

"Mm..."

"Control your voice, and you can have this cock."

"Ah..."

Hana squirmed, but I could feel her gradually relaxing and accepting both my hands and my cock.

Was this what seducing another man’s woman felt like?

She was already desperate for sex, yet still tried to avoid saying so aloud.

The process was about proving that, in the end, she was a woman who couldn’t defeat a cock.

"What will you do?"

At the final question, Hana hesitated, then quietly wrapped her hand around me.

"It will make noise... here..."

She stroked my cock softly, as though handling something precious.

"Let’s go... this way."

"Lead on."

We moved silently deeper into the apartment.

Now, where would be best?

Naturally...

I turned my head toward the bedroom Hana had checked earlier.