Chapter 3: ss - 2

April 30th, 2021, at 6 pm.

 

A small software company building located in Kita-ku, Osaka, Japan.　

　

I sat at my desk in my office on the 5th floor, staring at error-filled code on my laptop. 　

It was written by a new employee as a part of a new employee training program. 

　

It’s a simple text editor application. Sure, the overall functionality was just as good as the samples in reference textbooks, but not as good as I hoped.

　

Or rather, it’s quite buggy. Let’s make sure it works and release it. 

 

[I want to do something about it because I can tell they’re trying their best. But this… might be slightly annoying to fix.]

 

Well, new employees are meant to be nurtured. Let’s not expect too much at first.

 

I don’t know where you’ll be assigned, but good luck.

 

I turned off my computer as I gave my mental shoutout to the new employee and his assigned post.

 

Atsushi Suzuhara. 31 years old.

　

Married. Works for a software company. His job title is chief but he’s technically a supervisor.

 

My work ethic is neither good nor bad. When I was a newlywed, I was short on money due to lots of commitments. However, I made sure that I saved enough each month. There was no need for overtime.

 

My hobby is gaming. The non-portable type games (PC & Consoles).　

　

My other interest is manga. I don’t subscribe to any particular magazines, and I just read the popular titles. 

 

My favorite genres are “Time-leap” and “Romcom”.

 

One with a regular male civilian. 　

 

If you ask me if there’s anything fun in life─There is.

 

『I’ve just finished work. I’ll buy bread for tomorrow morning on my way home』

 

I picked up my phone at the edge of my desk, and contacted an important partner in my life.

 

If I send a message on LINE, it will be read immediately. I don’t even have to wait 5 seconds for the Okemaru stamp. (TN: I’m guessing it’s like a mascot, I don’t use LINE)　

 

The other party to the exchange─my wife─is my reason for living.

 

We’ve been married for 5 years. She’s the same age as me and we’ve known each other since childhood.

 

Her name is Chiho. Her maiden name is Nishijima.　

 

She’s a freelance designer, and she makes about 150,000 yen per month from home.

　

They say that marriages and relationships with childhood friends are rare in real life, so I suppose ours is pretty lucky. Wait no, it’s probably in the extremely lucky category, since we’ve been married for 5 years and haven’t cooled off at all.

 

I’m not sure what the secret to a happy marriage is.

　

What I can say, though, is that we’re pretty touchy-feely with each other.

 

Also, I think it’s nice that we can treat each other without any sugar coating.

　

We fight, but also make up quickly.

 

Maybe the trust we developed as childhood friends helped. But I think the biggest thing is that I can think of her as cute from the bottom of my heart.　

 

　

With such a lovely wife, my life was normal but fulfilling.

 

　

While I was in my own world, I got a reply from my wife.

 

『I’ll be waiting for you with a toast. It’s Golden Week, and we’ll be together until morning』

 

『Don’t drink too much and fall asleep, okay?』

 

『It’s okay. It’s non-alcoholic』

 

A selfie of my wife displayed the next second following the message.

 

A white sweater with an open chest. My wife is posing with an aluminum can on her chest.

 

[I’m not a virgin, but that killed me!] (TN: it’s the so called virgin killer clothes)

 

I rushed to put my phone away in my pocket.

 

It’s bad for my heart. I’m still glad though.

　

Today is the last day of work before Golden Week.

 

I noticed that there was no one else on the floor.

　

The only one left was the section chief of the team next door, looking reluctant.

　

Ready to leave work. I got up from my chair and picked up my working bag, but─

 

[Suzuhara~. Help me, I want to go home already…]

 

I was caught by the section chief who looked tired.

 

[Jeez, what is it, Sugita? What did you do?]

 

[I haven’t heard from my client, Otohara. Maybe there’s trouble]

 

[I thought you might’ve gone out for a drink with the client]

 

[Otohara~ I’m begging you, please report, contact, and consult with me frequently]

 

　

A chubby macho man falls down on his desk, saying [I’ve had enough of this]

　

He’s just under 2 meters tall. He has a slightly shaved head. Though this mentality is rather soft and like tofu.

 

His name is Ryohei Sugita. 

 

He’s been my best friend and colleague since high school. 

 

[I was on my way to Tokyo to see Fumi-chan, so why is this happening?]

 

[Because you keep getting promoted.]

 

[I thought my job would be easier if I got a promotion. But it didn’t. Besides, I don’t even know why I got promoted.]

 

[No, it’s all for the company. What are you talking about?]

 

A macho old man is making cute crying noises.　

 

This isn’t happening. (TN: he’s in denial)

 

Sugita and I are the same age but joined the company in different years. Therefore, he’s my senior at work. He also has a higher position than me.

 

But, well, when there’s no one around, it doesn’t matter what year you joined the company or what position you hold. If I had to choose between work and friendship, I would definitely choose friendship.

 

[It’s nice to be you, Suzuhara~ I’m sure you’ll go home today and flirt with Chiho-chan soon. Sounds like a fun Golden Week to me.]

 

[I know, I know.]

 

[I’m jealous. I should’ve registered with Fumi-chan as soon as possible.]

 

[Well, couple problems, I guess.]

 

　

Chief Sugita, 31 years old, exhales an exasperated sigh as he thinks of his LDR Girlfriend. (TN: Long Distance Relationship)

 

To comfort him, I grabbed my bag and moved in front of his desk. On the desk was a reserved ticket for the Shinkansen bullet train to Tokyo, dated today.

 

[But you guys are finally getting married. It’s been a long, long time since high school ended]

 

[Yes it has. I’ll never forget the summer vacation of our sophomore year of high school]

 

[Yes yes, I don’t hear anything~]

 

Sugita and his girlfriend were planning to get married soon.　

 

The Tokyo trip was for planning the wedding ceremony. The goal was to handle miscellaneous details that can’t be worked out over a video call.

　

Of course, there would be lots of other things to talk about and do while they were at it.

 

[Cmon, let me have some fun. I think of it as practice for the wedding reception.]

[If you’re going to give a speech that gives me heartburn, I’m not attending.]

 

[Speaking of speeches, I look forward to hearing yours, Mr. Friend Representative.]

 

[That’s another story. Anyways, don’t be reckless]

 

And at their wedding planned for July, I was asked to give a speech as a representative of their friends.

 

This is not gonna be so easy, is it?

 

[I took on a tough job huh. When you guys started dating, I wasn’t that close to you.]

 

[We didn’t really know each other until about the third semester of our sophomore year in high school.]

 

[Couldn’t you find someone more qualified?]

 

[Isn’t it fine? I also gave the speech at your wedding.]

 

　

That’s true. This is the kind of situation that makes me feel uncomfortable, but I can’t refuse. I had asked my best friend to give a speech as a representative of my friends at my wedding.

 

That in turn led to this.

 

[I really wish I could go back in a time machine.]

 

[Don’t tear me and Fumi-chan apart. You’re going to time leap and NTR your best friend’s girlfriend, aren’t you?]

 

[What is this, an ero-doujin? I won’t do that.]

 

[Wait, then, could it be the one Suzuhara-chan after… is me!?]

 

[No.]

 

Ah, crap.

 

Sugita is becoming crazy due to overworking.　

 

Just as I pressed my fingers to my temple to come up with a solution, Sugita’s desk phone rang.　

 

[Yes, this is Sugita. Ah, Otohara. Thank you for your hard work…]

 

As they talked, Sugita looked at me and said, [Everything will be fine.]

 

After confirming Sugita’s complexion and body language saying that there was no trouble, I waved to my friend and left the company building.

 

◆　◆　◆　◆

 

[Heeee~, then you won’t go somewhere during Golden Week?]

 

[That’s the plan. I don’t have to go to Tokyo like Sugita does. I think I’ll stay home this year.]

 

[I think you meant making out at home?]

 

　

A 30-year-old, single bakery worker laughed mischievously as I told her about the Golden Week plans of a couple that was one of her regular customers. 

 

Ibaraki City, Osaka Prefecture. Walk north from the west exit of Hankyu Minami-Ibaraki Station. (TN: Hankyu is a Japanese Railway company)

 

That is the location of the cafe and bakery [Ikoi] (TN: yes it’s literally いこい)

 

My wife and I love this store, which remains open until 8.00 p.m. We always buy bread for our breakfast here.

 

And as a junior in high school, Chiho and I worked here.

 

The worker’s name is Kana Aizawa. 

　

She’s a girl I’ve been friends with since high school.

 

[You’ve been married for 5 years, right? And you’re still so passionate for each other. I envy you.]

 

[I don’t know. I was thinking maybe it was time to settle down.]

 

[Yep, there you go again oblivious to your own flaunting. Thanks for the diabetes.]

 

[No, I’m serious.]

 

[Ara, is Senpai dissatisfied with his married life? Do you want me to act as a consultant?]

 

[Don’t give me those words with that face face.]

 

　

I don’t know what her intentions are, but Aizawa turns her slightly seductive gaze towards me.

 

[Senpai. Did you really think I was serious?]

 

[Of course not.]

 

[Despite denying with his mouth, Atsushi was thinking about how to vent his black libido, which he could never vent on his wife, to the envious young bakery clerk in front of him.]

 

[I was not!]

 

[As long as it’s okay with you, I’m okay with that kind of immoral relationship.]

 

[No, I’m not okay with it!]

 

[As long as you pay the fee. Yes, it’ll be 3 million yen.]

 

[It’s bad for my heart, so you really have to stop this kind of thing, Aizawa. Here, 10 million yen.]

 

Giggling, Aizawa hits the cash register.

 

Her brown hair down to her nape is tucked into the baker’s hat.

 

Her face has the innocence and charm of a cat.　

 

Even though she’s in her thirties, her body has the youthfulness of a college girl. Whether this is due to her 140 cm height and modest breasts is a bit hard to say.

 

[Ahh~, I hope there’s someone good out there.]

 

[I thought you could find someone if you looked hard enough?]

 

[At my age, the specifications I look for in a man are higher than before.]

[For example?]

 

[Well. First, full-time employment. Alcohol in moderation, strictly no cigarettes, and no gambling. Tries to dress clean and keep healthy by going to the gym. Family time on weekends and holidays. Housework is shared. But willing to share the workload if necessary. Maybe?]

 

[Isn’t that too strict?]

 

[Is it? I think a married man would be at least this much, no?]

　

 

Smiling slyfully, Aizawa held out a bag containing five slices of bread.

 

[Don’t make fun of married people. It keeps men away, you know?]

 

[But senpai comes to see me every week. Fufu.]

 

[Maybe I should stop coming here.]

 

　

I sighed and accepted the bag, and after that, I left the store.

 

As I was leaving, an anxious voice stopped me in my tracks.

 

[Senpai.]　

 

I turn around and see Aizawa blushing a little shyly.

 

[…Umm]

 

[What is it, Aizawa?]

 

[When I get married, I’ll ask senpai and Chiho-san to make speeches on behalf of my friends.]

 

[You’re getting married?]

 

[Well, in due time.]

 

[Alright. Then, I’ll give you a special speech to make you feel at home]

 

I laughed and told her to tough up, and I left [Ikoi].

◆　◆　◆　◆

 

Twenty minutes on foot from Hankyu Minami-Ibaraki Station. A five-story apartment complex in the middle of a residential area. 

　

UR Building no. 6. Room 3○3

　

That’s my and Chiho’s love nest. 

 

Walking from the station and taking the stairs up to the third floor is quite a workout. (TN: where your lifts at, buddy)

　

Out of breath, I went up to the third floor.

 

Right after arriving, the door next to ours opened.

 

One next to our room. Room 3○2.

 

A woman with long, glossy hair tied up in a ponytail with a hair elastic came out.

 

Plain turtleneck shirt and quilted fabric shoulder skirt.

 

She’s the same height as me, but has an attractive silhouette that’s no less attractive than my wife’s.　

　

And then there are glasses with bright red frames with a firework-like pattern.

 

[Ara, Suzuhara-san. Back already?]

 

[Shino-san]

　

She smiled, gently bending those slitted eyes behind her glasses.

 

Her name is Shino Yuri.　

 

Age unknown.　

　

She’s our neighbor and moved in about a year ago.

 

Her job is a part-time school teacher. She teaches at a university-affiliated middle school. 　

　

By the way, she’s single.

　

My wife said she lives with her mother, who lives on a pension.

　

She’s an attractive woman who’s intelligent and sexy at the same time.

 

[Thank you for your hard work. You’re quite early today, aren’t you?]

 

[Well, it’s Golden Week.]

 

[Oh that’s right. Chiho-san was oddly enthusiastic today.]

 

[Ah, was my wife bothering you again today?]

 

[Yes. Consultation about wedding speeches. Both of you have it rough.]

　

Shino-san smiles softly.

　

She’s my wife’s tea-drinking friend. Shino-san stays at home on days she doesn’t have a class to attend. Chiho would visit her from time to time to chat.

　

The chat usually is about parenting.

　

Shino-san never married, but she has many siblings and has been helping her mother since childhood, so she knows a lot about taking care of children.

 

 

For my wife and I, who are serious about our children, she’s a reliable advisor.

 

[I’m sorry for everything.]

 

[No, no. I, of course, and my mother too, enjoy talking with Chiho-san]

 

[Really?]

 

[Chiho-san’s enthusiasm makes teaching her worth it. She’ll make for a great mother.]

 

[Well, I agree with you on that.]

 

[But Suzuhara-san, raising a child isn’t something a mother does alone. You, as a father, have to be aware of what to do, right?]

　

Suddenly, she gave a sharp opinion. 

　

I could only scratch my head with a bitter smile.

 

[Of course. I have no idea what to do, but I’ll try not to drag my wife down]

 

[…Look, I’ll be blunt, you lack self-awareness, Suzuhara-san]

　

Shino-san gave me a slightly stern look from behind her glasses.

　

Her power of observation is impressive, as expected from a teacher. My mouth instantly formed a fond grin.

先生だけあって眼力が凄い。思わず愛想笑いがひきつった。

　

But, I probably messed something up.

 

[Ara, that face shows “Did I do something wrong?”]

[…How can you tell?]

 

[If I think about it like I’m reading a novel or watching a drama, I can tell.  Maybe it’s because of the conventions or the flow of the conversation. You need to take a step away and think about things on a higher level.] 

 

[I see…]

　

Smart people think differently.

 

Well, Sugita used to say something like that from time to time.　

 

[So, what exactly did I do wrong?]

 

[Suzuhara-san, do you read childcare manga or essays?]

 

[Well, Chiho’s been reading a lot lately, so I look over the ones that interests me]

 

[Then, please try thinking about the feelings of the wife who heard that line, with a childcare manga mindset.]

 

[The feelings of the wife?]

 

[If it were a childcare manga, the reply to that line earlier would be this. ‘What do you mean “drag down”!? You’re leaving the raising of your child to somebody else. You need to raise our child together with me, you stupid jerk!’–or something along those lines.]

 

─Indeed. There could be a line like that. 

 

I couldn’t answer anything, so I gave a half-hearted smile.　

 

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Goofily, Shino-san’s expression breaks down.

 

[Come on, don’t be so serious! That was just a joke, you know?]

 

[Right. It’s too obvious as well.]

 

[You’re serious. It’s just like Chiho-san told me. I feel a little relieved]

 

[Is there even anything to be relieved for?]

 

Ehem, and Shino-san cleared her throat.

 

Shino-san prefaced her remarks with an apology for being so straight and looked like a teacher telling a child what to do.

 

[Chiho-san is no different.  Because he’s a man, because I’m a woman, because he’s a husband, because I’m a wife. There’s no such responsibility in raising children. It’s a joint effort between the couple, remember that.]

 

[I’ll keep that in mind.]

 

[Well, I’m sure the two of you will be fine. Maybe I was a bit nosy.]

 

Not at all, I’m rather grateful.

 

It’s something just out of reach for married couples. I feel like she did a good job making me aware of parts of my life that I’m so scared that I turn a blind eye to it unconsciously.

 

I’ll be really careful.

 

Shino-san suddenly raised her left arm. She looked at her watch and muttered [I won’t make it]. 

 

[We’ve had a long conversation. I’m sorry I kept you here]

 

[No, no, don’t worry about it]

 

[What’s a single guy gotta be so arrogant about huh. But, if you are troubled feel free to consult me. I’ll help you to the best of my ability]

 

I bowed politely and Shino-san turned her back to me.

 

It hurt to hear, but it was a helpful experience.

 

When we have children, I’ll have to be careful not to force Chiho to do too many things. And I’ll provide plenty of family service now in case I did it unknowingly. 

 

Save my reputation and savings while I can.

 

◆　◆　◆　◆

 

As I entered the front door of my home, I heard a rushing noise coming down the hallway.

 

Apparently, she was preparing to drink for the evening. With a wry smile, I took off my leather shoes and put them in the shoe box. I proceeded down the dark hallway without turning on the light and entered the living room where my wife was waiting for me.

 

[Chiho, I’m home. Uhhh, what?]

 

However, my wife wasn’t in the living room.

 

Waiting for me across the dining room table was a woman different from Chiho.

 

Front view from the entrance door. In the center of the living room. A beautiful blonde woman in black dress is laughing inside a 50-inch LCD TV I bought with my bonus.

 

Her body is as slender as a high schooler. 

 

Perfectly defined makeup that complements her blonde hair.

 

A woman with a mysterious charm similar to an actress or a model.

 

She’s not a TV personality, though.

 

That’s one aspect, but before all that, she’s my wife’s friend.

 

[Tendoji-san!]

 

『It’s been a while, Suzuhara-kun』

 

[What’s going on?]

 

『I was discussing about the wedding with Chiho via a video call. Then you came home, and Chiho rushed into the bedroom. So she left me here』

 

[Sorry about that]

 

Her name is Tendoji Fumi. She’s a novelist working under that name.

 

Lives and works in Otaru City, Hokkaido. However, she was born in Takatsuki City, Osaka. 

 

I don’t know much about her because I’m not familiar with novels, but from what I heard, she’s a very successful author.

 

Her and my wife have been best friends since high school. They still keep in touch this way.

 

Chiho said.

 

[I want to be best friends regardless of our titles. Not only for Fumi-chan, but also for me. A-chan, even if Sugita becomes section chief, you’re still best friends, right?]

 

Well, I couldn’t exactly say anything when Sugita was brought up. It certainly could’ve been something like that.

I’m grateful for that. Friends who’ve known each other for a long time.

 

Oh yeah, and one more thing.

 

She’s Sugita’s longtime lover and marriage partner.

 

[Have you arrived in Tokyo already? Is that a hotel by any chance?]

 

『That’s right. Ritz-Carlton. I haven’t seen Ryohei-kun in a while, so I decided to splurge』

 

[Ah man, it’s getting hot in here]

 

『Compared to Hokkaido, it’s hot everywhere』

 

Who said that?

 

But it’s their first date in a while, so she must be very enthusiastic.

 

『How is Ryohei-kun? Did he get out of the office okay?』

 

[He seemed to be in a bit of trouble, but he managed to catch the bullet train]

 

『Well, that’s great. I wasn’t sure about contacting him or not, but you saved me. Thanks.』

 

[Don’t pretend you don’t know him for a break. I’m sure he’ll be happy.]

 

『…I wonder if that’s so』

 

Tendoji-san smiled shyly.

 

She had a face that described her feelings clearly.

 

She and I went to the same high school, and her reaction right now is unthinkable.

 

People change eventually. I don’t know what changed her, but I’m glad if the friendship Chiho and I have with her has a role in it.

 

Well, it’s probably her fiance who has the most influence.

 

[But why go all the way to Tokyo to meet up? Couldn’t you just meet in Osaka?]

 

『It’s for my work. I wanted to have a meeting with my editor about my next book. I also wanted to meet Ryohei-kun for that reason.』

 

[Your job is quite hard huh. As expected from a popular person.]

 

『I’m just a normal person. I was just a little lucky』

 

Tendoji-san casually glanced at her hand.

 

She seemed to be checking the time.

 

It’s related to her lover arriving.

 

I guessed from the fidgety and embarrassing look on her face.

 

Man, it feels hot here.

 

『I’m sorry, Suzuhara-kun. I’ll talk to you soon, but I have some business to attend to』

 

[Yeah, sure. I’ll let Chiho know.]

 

『Thanks, it’d be great if you could do that.』

 

[I’ll take care of it. Good night. Say hi to Sugita for me.]

 

『Ah, right, Suzuhara-kun』

 

[Hm?]

 

Tendoji-san bends forward on the TV and looks embarrassed.

 

She looked at me and scratched her cheek in embarrassment.

 

Somehow it resembles the gestures of her lover.

 

『Thank you for always helping Ryohei-kun.』

 

[Well, it’s give and take. We got married thanks to both of you.]

 

『I’m happy that my husband has a good friend like you.』

 

[…Stop it, I feel embarrassed.]

 

Oh man, she’s talking to me a lot today when I’m just about to leave.

 

Waving her hand and saying [See you later], Tendoji-san laughs. Soon after, the video call ends and Tendoji-san disappears from the screen.

 

[I’m glad that Tendoji-san seems happy, as does Sugita.]

 

Pointing the remote control at the blank LCD TV, I turned it off.

 

◆　◆　◆　◆

 

Chiho had [rushed into the bedroom], or so Tendoji-san said.

 

Believing her words, I move to the front of the bedroom.

 

The dark brown bedroom door. A faint noise can be heard from behind it.

 

What’s my naughty wife up to? (TN: hmm)

 

It’s the first night of a major holiday weekend. The LINE message [Together until morning] wasn’t just lip service.

 

She’s serious.

 

[Chiho, what are you doing? I’m coming in]

 

[Yes~. Come in come in~]

 

The tension that had been building up in my bones was instantly shattered by the laid-back voice and dialogue.

 

Scrunching my face up at how hard it is to do it, I opened my bedroom door.

 

In a dimly lit room, my wife stands in front of the bed, looking rather formal.

 

She’s a little over 170 cm tall. Tall for a woman. 

 

She has a well-fleshed body to match. She has what’s called a model body, but there are some looser parts.

 

Despite her mature body, She has a baby face. She’s half beautiful, half cute.

 

She has long black hair that’s wavy and reaches her waist. She wears it half up with a scrunchie.

 

A sweet, floral scent, maybe shampoo or soap, wafts through the air.

 

How is it?

 

It’s not for show, but look at this, this is the best wife anyone could ask for. 

 

Chiho Suzuhara. 31 years old. Married for 5 years.

 

She’s wearing a maid outfit + frying pan and ladle.

 

The maid outfit is a full-length one with a slightly longer hem.

 

The lacy black knee socks and garter ribbons are very erotic.

 

Her voluptuous body isn’t hidden very well behind her revealing clothes.

 

The fluffy apron wrapped around the belly exquisitely accentuates the tenderness of Chiho.

 

A true erotic maid.I felt I could leave it to her from sun up to sun down.

 

─Unn.

 

Outstanding destructive power!

 

Critical hit!

 

Very good!

 

[….No no no, wait a minute.]

 

I regretted asking you to see it.

 

My wife, who’s over 30, is cosplaying.

 

My heart fluttered at the different feel of [Eek! Perv!].

 

Really, what are you doing, Chiho-san. (TN: He added -san as a form of exasperation) 

 

[Welcome home, master.]

 

[Master huh. That is how it’s supposed to go but…]

 

My wife did a spin in her black quilted dress.

 

Two softly swaying flutters and a skirt that provocatively flashes her thighs.

 

It shows a perfect demonstration on how to wear a maid’s uniform.

 

My wife maid can do it─!

 

[Thank you for all your hard work. Now, Chiho will serve you well today.]

 

[Wait, by serve do you mean…]

 

[Ufufu, cleaning, laundry, meals, and everything else. I will serve you kind and gently.]

 

[You mean the house, right? That sounds kind of suggestive]

 

[I guarantee complete satisfaction with my gold star full marks service. Ufufu…] (TN: Gold star here references to something like a badge you get if you did good in kindergarten etc)

 

[What kind of service! I’m scared! This maid is scary!]

 

Why is my wife like this?

 

I was distracted and I fell to my knees on the spot.

 

Then Chiho walked up to me, looking concerned.

 

[You had a rough day today, A-chan. All right then, let’s get you to bed right away.]

 

[I don’t understand what you mean]

 

[Mouu, don’t be shy. You swore to me when we got married. We said we could say whatever we wanted to say. We said we could be a cooperative couple in whatever we wanted to do.]

 

[I didn’t have this in mind though]

 

[A-chan, you don’t like me being naughty?]

 

It’s obvious how I should answer that.

 

I love it!

 

There’s no man in this world who wouldn’t be happy to have his wife sexy!

 

Men are always happy that their wives are sexy, no matter how old they are.

 

But wait a minute.

 

Wait for this one.

 

Chiho pretends to take care of me and pulls me to bed.

 

I’m a miserable master who can’t shake off his erotic maid wife.

 

I managed to stay in front of the bed, lamenting and dismayed, wondering what to do. On the bed I looked down at were two pillows. Both were pink, written [Yes] and [Yes] on top of them. 

 

[Chiho, I appreciate the sentiment, but first, let’s eat]

 

[I understand. I’ll feed you right away]

 

I rushed to stop my wife, who suddenly put her hand on the bosom of her maid uniform. (TN: MC no balls smh)

 

Of course, my wife teases me.

 

Chiho gives me a pleased, smiling face as I panic.

 

She’s always been like this.

 

When you add adult sex appeal and knowledge on teasing ──Well, you can’t really beat that, can you?

 

When we started dating, she wasn’t this naughty.

 

[Come on, A-chan. Let’s make out a lot, okay?]

 

[That’s why, wait a bit. No need to hurry so much.]

 

[Mou, what’s wrong with you. Don’t you love me?]

 

[I love you and everything about you. You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever seen using a maid outfit.]

 

[What’s wrong then?]

 

[…If you ask me, it’s the mood.]

 

[Cruel! I had the courage to ask you out! I don’t care anymore! Hmph!]

 

It was a joke, a [I don’t care anymore] move.

 

After living together for a long time, I can at least understand the subtle nuances of her language.

 

If not that, my wife often uses this word when she’s really angry. In order to keep my wife laughing all the time, I had to be able to distinguish a joke from a serious one.

 

Well, whether she’s joking or not, she’s in a good mood.

 

I embraced my sulking wife in a frontal hug.

 

She’s so energetic, always pulling me along, saying what she wants to say like a child, and doing everything with the wisdom of an adult.

 

My wife is naughty, cute, strong, and amazing.

 

But despite that, Chiho, after all, is a lonely and scared girl too.

 

Gently stroking her hair, a muffled voice comes from Chiho.

 

Welcome back, Chiho pinched my stomach with her thumb and forefinger.

 

[I’m sure we can make out a lot tomorrow. Let me take the rest of the day off.]

 

[…There’s no helping it.]

 

[Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.]

 

[I understand. Well then, let’s have a nice meal and then get some sleep.]

 

As soon as I think she removes her hand from my stomach, Chiho immediately entwines her arms around my torso.

 

Pressing her face against my chest, she took deep breaths as if she were meditating, or as if she’s sucking something precious out of it.

 

Chiho’s breath on my chest.

 

The smell of my wife wafting to my nose.

 

My wife’s body is soft as she sinks onto my body.

 

Is it strange that I wanted to melt and become one with her? I felt a love for Chiho that even made my own body feel like a burden.

 

[You know, A-chan.]

 

Chiho looks up.

 

The light in her eyes, which twinkled uneasily, stimulated my manhood again.

 

[Yes.]

 

Mysterious air and sad expression on Chiho’s face.

 

The special maid outfit prepared for today swayed bewitchingly, in the dimly lit bedroom.

 

My reason is on the verge of collapse due to the guilt I feel for dodging seduction and the painful affection I feel because of it.

 

A light push on my wife’s shoulder and we go straight to the king-size fluffy bed.

 

If I let my guard down even a little, an outburst is inevitable. In such a dangerous situation…

 

[Guoooooo *stomach rumbling*] (TN: SLAMS DESK)

 

My stomach made an amusing sound as I worked hard during the day.

 

We looked at each other’s faces with a puzzled look. Then at the same time, we blew out.

 

[…Mouuu. We were in such a good mood,]

 

[Sorry.]

 

[It’s fine. Being hungry is no good.]

 

Chiho said with her tongue out.

 

[But, since we’re here, I’ll take the tip first.]

 

[…Mmph.]

「……むぐ」

 

In a moment of relief, I lose my lips to the naughty maid wife.

 

The kiss was just a light touch. But it’s filled with our love and care for each other.

 

I often surrender myself to my wife who tries to cheer me up after a hard day’s work.

 

Surely such a kiss is possible because we’re husband and wife.

 

After exchanging heat with each other, Chiho licked her lips.

 

[Now then, let’s have dinner. Master!]

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