It had been several months since Haruki moved into Satomi's family home. By now, he and Kyouko had become completely at ease with each other—like best friends sharing quiet routines.
They exercised together in the mornings, sometimes watched TV in the evenings, and Kyouko was almost always nearby.
Tonight, Haruki sat at the kitchen table with his laptop open, scrolling through a few project files.
"Haruki?" Kyouko's soft voice came from the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, Kyouko-san?" he looked up.
"Kinda. Not too busy, though. I already finished the last project and sent it off to my boss."
She smiled. "Good. Want a late-night snack?"
Just as she stepped toward the fridge, they both heard a car pull up outside. The clock on the wall read 12:39 AM.
"Looks like they're back," Kyouko said, setting the snack idea aside.
Haruki stood and followed her to the front door. Kyouko opened it to find her husband, Mr. Satoshi, looking absolutely drained.
"You two look tired," she said, her tone full of quiet concern.
"Yeah, Mom!" Satomi chimed in from behind her father. "One of our staff made a huge mistake in the project files, and we had to clean up the mess ourselves."
Satoshi sighed, loosening his tie. "I just want a shower and bed..."
Kyouko nodded understandingly. "Dear, do you want me to run the bath for you?"
"Yes, please..." Satoshi replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he stepped inside.
"Honey?" Haruki called softly to Satomi.
"Hmm?" She turned to him, her eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, looking like she could fall asleep standing.
"Did you already eat?"
"Yeah... Dad ordered food to the office."
"You should go shower before bed."
"M'kay~" Satomi answered with a sleepy pout, her lips slightly puckered.
Haruki chuckled at her adorably tired face and began shutting down his laptop, organizing the files left on the table.
"I'll come up in a bit," he added as Satomi shuffled upstairs.
Kyouko, who had been quietly watching from the kitchen, gave a small smile. Without a word, she turned and began preparing a warm bath for her husband.
What no one knew was that Kyouko was in heat.
It had been building inside her for days—a slow, growing ache. She wanted sex. Plain and simple. She wanted to feel her husband's body on hers, his hands, his lips, and most importantly, the feeling of his penis inside her. She wanted to be held like a woman, touched like a lover, and taken like a wife.
She missed that— the warmth, the intimacy, the feeling of being wanted.
Tonight, she was waiting—hoping.
She had prepared his bath, ensured he ate, and said all the right words. She wore something softer and lighter. Nothing too obvious, but enough that he might notice.
It had been too long since they had sex. And tonight, she wanted to be close to him again.
While Satoshi was in the bath, Kyouko stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the thin straps of her lingerie. It was the kind of thing she hadn't worn in years—revealing, soft, and designed to invite touch. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin beneath sheer fabric.
Her body was warm, and her skin tingled. She applied a light spray of the perfume her husband once said drove him crazy. She fixed her hair one more time, even though it didn't need fixing. It wasn't nerves.
It had been so long. Too long. Her body wasn't just craving intimacy; it was starving for it. Her thighs pressed together as a wave of heat rushed through her again. Not the kind of want she could suppress anymore.
She needed sex. She needed her husband to take her. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel his weight, his breath, and his hands.
The kind of desperate yearning a woman feels after being untouched for too long.
She wasn't just hoping for it tonight. She was ready to beg if she had to.
Kyouko sat on the bed, crossing her legs slowly, back straight, chest forward, her fingers brushing lightly over her bare thighs as she waited. Her heart was racing—not from anxiety, but from anticipation.
She needed to be wanted.
She needed to be fucked. Hard.
And tonight, she would not sleep alone. Not until she got what she desired.
When Satoshi returned to the bedroom, toweling off his damp hair, Kyouko was already waiting—sitting elegantly on the bed in her sheer lingerie, legs crossed, with perfume lingering in the air.
"Honey? Still didn't sleep?" he asked, surprised.
"No~ I was waiting for you~" Her voice was soft and sultry.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and Kyouko crawled toward him slowly. She kissed his cheek, then the side of his neck, her hands gently tracing his chest.
"Dear... let's have sex tonight," she whispered against his skin. "It's been so long."
Satoshi let out a long sigh. "Haa... I'm tired, honey. Next time, okay?"
"But..." She tightened her arms around him, her body already aching for him.
"Please understand... I'm really tired." He lay back without waiting for a reply.
Kyouko's eyes dropped to the lower part of his body. Nothing. No response. No sign of arousal. Just stillness.
She said nothing, only watched as he pulled the blanket over himself and, within minutes, drifted off—snoring quietly.
Kyouko sat still in the dim light, her body hot and unsatisfied, her heart growing heavier by the second. The warmth between her legs that had once been excitement twisted into silent frustration.
Kyouko stared at her husband, her eyes glistening. She leaned closer, gently shaking his shoulder.
"Dear... please..." she whispered. "Just for a moment... at least push it inside... dear..."
No response. Only soft, steady snores.
She bit her lip, trying to hold it in. A tear threatened to fall but stayed at the edge of her eye, shimmering under the bedroom light. She shook him again—harder this time.
"Dear... dear..." Her voice cracked.
With a small, frustrated growl, Kyouko balled her fist and gave his thigh a light punch.
"Stupid old man...!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Hmph!"
She turned away, arms crossed over her chest as she sat on the edge of the bed—half-naked, cold, and unsatisfied.
The perfume she wore, the lingerie, the smile she'd practiced in the mirror—
all of it felt wasted.
"Stupid old man... limp bastard," Kyouko muttered under her breath, her arms still crossed and her lips trembling with irritation.
"You only get hard when it's about work or money," she scoffed. "Next time you want sex, just roll up your cash and jerk off with it. Hmph!"
She tossed herself back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her chest—not for warmth, but to hide her pride.
Kyouko tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep. The tingling ache between her thighs refused to fade; her body was still restless with need.
With a quiet sigh, she slipped out of bed and exchanged her clingy lingerie for her usual loose pajamas—still without bothering to wear a bra or underwear. What was the point?
She tiptoed downstairs through the dark, silent house and made her way to the kitchen.
As the coffee brewed, she leaned on the counter, crossing her arms under her chest, her expression irritated.
"Stupid old man... bald bastard," she muttered under her breath, even though she knew Satoshi wasn't actually bald. "All he thinks about is work."
She poured herself a cup and took a slow sip, trying to calm her racing pulse. The warmth didn't help much. Her frustration ran deeper than caffeine or sleep deprivation—it was something she couldn't admit out loud.
"At least use your fingers or something...!" she grumbled under her breath, annoyed and unsatisfied.
Kyouko let out a long, frustrated sigh, resting her cheek in her hand as the warmth of the coffee did nothing to settle her nerves—or her body.
Reaching for her phone, she began scrolling through short reels, trying to distract herself. Silly dances, food videos, pets doing tricks... nothing really held her attention. Her thumb moved on, her eyes half-lidded, mind drifting elsewhere.
Still aching. Still restless.
She adjusted her legs beneath the kitchen table, trying not to think about the tingling heat that refused to fade.
"Ugh..." she sighed again, whispering to herself, "I just wanted to have sex with my husband at least once..."