Electronic takeover: Married Woman Yui Takanashi episode 5 (Patreon)

"Mmh… Well? Enjoying the full view of a married woman's body?"

The slow, metallic drag of the zipper filled the room—each pull revealing more skin beneath the parted denim. "Yui" arched her back against the couch, hips lifting slightly as the jeans fell halfway open.

A teasing lift of her white shirt followed—first, the delicate dip of her waist, then—

"The hubby’s the only one who’s seen me like this… until now."

The fabric peeled back further, exposing bare breasts, pert and already hardened with excitement. One hand held the hem in place while the other tugged the denim wider.

"Ahah… See? All of this—right here for you."

The tight gap in the jeans parted, framing the slick, swollen flesh beneath. Glossy lips clung together before peeling apart at the slightest shift of her thighs—proof of arousal, proof of sin.

"I never knew… my body could feel this dirty."

Fingers trailed up from under her breasts, shirt bunching at the movement, making the lush bounce of them even more obscene.

"Hey… What if my husband walked in right now?"

A deliberately shaky smirk twisted her lips as she rolled her hips, the rough denim seam grinding right where she wanted it.

"Nh—! Hah… Even this makes me feel it… This is what a wife’s body does…"

Still not pulling the jeans all the way off. Still letting the shirt hang open, shameless. Still shaking as his voice—in her mouth—taunted.

"Fucking a married woman… Even better than you imagined, right?"

A palm slid up her inner thigh, emphasizing the wetness glistening in the denim’s gap. Fingers traced the seam, dragging sticky strands of arousal as her breath hitched—

"Ahah… This body’s all yours now… So go ahead— take what you want. "

A moan slipped free—too husky, too unpracticed. The kind of sound the real Yui would have bitten back.

As her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, the movements were too soft, too feminine—but the look in those eyes?

*Pure, predatory ownership.*

"Come here already… Let this wife make you feel so good." Her lips grazed my ear, breath hot.

"You always wanted this, didn’t you?"

A shudder rocked through her—the zipper biting into skin as her legs trembled.

"To ruin the woman next door… To make her yours. "

"Hmm… You shoved me down~"

"Yui's" palm pressed against my chest as she fully straddled me, the torn fabric of her jeans stretched wide around her spread thighs. The glistening pink flesh right there—inches from taking me in, already slick and swollen. Her unbuttoned shirt swayed with her movements, breasts defying gravity as she rocked forward.

"Hey… What about, y'know, protection?"

A single finger peeled herself open further, hot breath ghosting over my lips as she smirked. The voice was hers—sweet, breathy—but the words were pure filth.

"Don’t tell me… you wanna knock this body up?"

Her hips sank, the tip pressing against that dripping entrance—just enough to tease. A lewd schlick echoed as arousal threatened to spill, and she swiped a finger through it with mocking precision.

"Because guess what? This womb—"

A hand slid down her toned stomach, fingers splaying over the curve her husband had probably kissed a thousand times.

"—Just passed ovulation. Super fertile right now."

A slow grind. The thick head of my cock smeared against her, making sticky, embarrasing noises as she rolled her hips—never letting it all the way in.

"So? What’ll it be? If you cum inside, the Takanashi bloodline might just get… corrupted."

A male grin split her lips—tongue darting out to wet them, pupils blown with perverse glee.

"Well— not like it matters,* right?"

With a sudden push, she took me halfway—a wet, obscene squelch filling the room as her walls clenched.

"—This body’s disposable anyway~♡"

Just as quick, she lifted again, letting me see the glistening mess between us before slowly—torturously—sinking back down.

"Let that cluelass husband raise another man’s kid… Ngh! Best revenge ever, yeah?"

"Nngh… Ahah, you're going deep, aren't you…?"

"Yui's" hips began to sink slowly, inch by inch, making lewd, wet sounds as her slick inner walls wrapped snugly around you. Each movement deliberately pressed—perfectly calculated—to nudge against her very core.

"Ahh… You feel that? My womb… It's so hot right now—ngh!—twitching just for you."

Her fingers traced down her lower abdomen, pressing firmly as if to physically point it out.

"Right here… The place meant to carry his child—"

Then—she slammed down, hard, taking every last bit in a single, merciless thrust.

Her eyes flew wide, lips parting in a gasp.

"A-ahhh?! D-deep—too deep—!"

Still trembling, her hand stroked over her belly, face twisting into a wicked grin.

"Hey, imagine it… Imagine filling me up until—"

"—within a week, a fertilized egg implants in my womb. Three weeks later, the morning sickness kicks in…"

Her hips rocked shallowly, fingers denting her own stomach.

"Do you think… that stupid husband of mine will realize? That his wife's belly is swelling with someone else's seed?"

Squelch… squelch… Each movement between them was obscenely audible—her slickness foaming and dripping down trembling thighs.

"By the time the ultrasound confirms a heartbeat—"

Suddenly, her pace quickened violently—breasts bouncing beneath her half-open shirt, sweat soaking through the fabric.

"—it'll be too late to do a thing about it… Hah, ah! Me, throwing up every morning yet hugging him with a smile—'Darling, we're pregnant!'"

Her fingers brushed over her own throat in a mock gag.

"Stretch marks… sore, swollen breasts—ahh!—All because of you~♡"

Her strokes turned punishing—deep, brutal—rubbing directly against her cervix with every snap of her hips.

"And the due date—? So fucking funny. He'll rush to the hospital, right? Ecstatic—"

"—only to see a baby clearly not his… AH! Hah—I-I'm gonna—cum!"

Her back arched violently—her womb clenching rhythmically around you—her face the picture of ruined perfection.

"Mmn… ahah, can you imagine…?"

"Yui's" hips rose and fell in slow, controlled motions—just deep enough to tease the tip against her fluttering cervix but never giving full satisfaction. She balanced on the balls of her feet, rolling her weight to maximize that cruel, barely-there friction.

"Even… if I got pregnant with your baby… he'd never suspect a thing… ♡"

Her fingers trailed over her still-flat stomach, voice thick with the weight of the lie.

"In the morning… I'd just think I was a little sluggish…"

Her pace increased slightly, wet sounds filling the room as she barely pulled off before grinding back down.

"Even if my period was late… 'Must be stress,' right…? Nnh-ahh!—"

Without warning, she slammed down—forcing the thick head right against her womb, making her whole body jolt.

"At the clinic… 'Congratulations!' the nurse would say… 'You and your husband must've been trying hard?'"

Back to shallow, slow thrusts—toying with the sensation, stretching it out.

"'Yes… my husband…' I'd answer—straight-faced… Ah-hah~… All while your seed's growing inside me…"

Her rhythm faltered, arousal dripping down her thighs. Inside, something twitched—like her very body knew the truth.

"…Showing him the ultrasound, pretending to wonder, 'Do you think the nose will look like mine?' …Hah…!

Her fingers touched her lips, mimicking the demure smile of a happy wife—nothing but theater.

"Every day… rubbing my belly, knowing the real father is just next door… ♡

Her movements deepened with every word—her cervix softening, yielding.

"Then… labor—ahh!—panting through the pain… knowing this baby inside me… isn't his…"

Harder.

Faster.

Her slickness splattered between them.

"A secret no one will ever know… Nngh! Just you… just us…"

Her voice broke, her walls clenched—her face the picture of perfect, ruined bliss.

"Nngh… From behind… please… ♡"

"Yui" turned over on all fours, arching her back, hips raised high—the torn jeans still loosely clinging to her thighs, fabric hanging provocatively between her legs. The shirt rode up past her waist, revealing the smooth curve of her spine as she swayed, teasing.

"This position… In a woman's body, it hits… so deep…"

Her hips rolled, emphasizing the glisten between her thighs, slick and shameless.

"My womb tilts forward… Ngh!… Feels even better than it would in a normal woman…"

My hands seized her hips, yanking her back in one rough motion—burying into her with a lewd schlllp of wet flesh. Her back arched violently, muscles clenching.

"Ah-ahh! See…? From inside… The front wall's G-spot and… ah!… The cervix in the back—both at once…!"

Fingers tangled in her disheveled hair, forcing her neck to tilt back—every movement exquisitely, undeniably feminine.

"Remember… your own data? On married women's… pleasure zones…"

Her pace quickened, words breaking between panting moans.

"One-third deep… Nhha!… Rub right—there—ah! My womb just… jumped… ♡"

Her hand flattened against her lower stomach, fingertips pressing as if feeling every thrust from within.

"A woman's orgasm… Ahh~!… It's not like a man's… It comes in waves… Over and over…!"

The rhythm turned punishing—wet, frothy arousal splattering beneath them. The stray zipper of her jeans dug into skin, turning pain into just another kind of ecstasy.

"This body… ah!… Feels like it was made… just for you… ♡"

Her womb convulsed—clenching tight—as her nails scraped the floorboards, lost between the pinnacle of scientific conquest and a housewife’s total, depraved ruin.

"Nngh…! Ah, you're… right there… aren't you?"

"Yui's" back arched taut—hips pausing mid-thrust—as her walls fluttered, every tiny convulsion betraying his approaching climax. A sensation only this stolen body could comprehend: the throbbing heat of an erection pressed flush against her cervix, each pulse telegraphed through hypersensitive nerves.

(Ah… That feeling again—)

Eyelids twitching, she mapped every minute reaction: the ridges of her inner walls tracing the swollen veins along his shaft, the telltale tightening at the base before release, the desperate drive to plunge deeper—

All of it flooding her senses.

(To think… I can feel someone else this clearly…)

With calculated cruelty, she lifted her hips slightly—denying the deepest strokes, avoiding the direct grind against her womb. Instead, her movements teased the front wall, dragging just enough to edge him without surrender.

(If he came inside now…)

Fingertips brushed her lower belly.

Ovulation had passed.

Her womb—soft, waiting.

The reality hit like lightning: She could breed the woman he'd lusted after for years.

(My womb… growing your child…!)

Suddenly—a violent throb against her deepest nerves. Eyes flying wide, she gasped:

"Ah—! No, if you push in now, I'll really—!

An instinctive jerk backward—but gravity betrayed her. His tip leaked, scorching heat smearing her cervix.

(If something this hot… pulsed inside me…—!)

The mere fantasy made her walls clench, fingers scrambling against the floor.

Almost—

So close—

To ruining everything.

"Nngh…! Can't… hold on… Gonna cum— Hyaa~hnn♡♡♡!"

"Yui's" spine arched violently, hips twitching as they plunged down—shredded denim clinging to slick thighs, the exposed dip of her waist twisting obscenely. In that moment—

"Fill me… Pump it straight into this cheating wife's pussy… ♡"

Thick arousal frothed between them, gushing as her inner walls scorched, the cervix softening—sucking greedily, as if her very biology craved the transgression.

"Ngh—! Your… sperm's coming… Right into Yukari-chan's womb♡!"

Each squelch of penetration echoed filthily, bottoming out to the hilt. Nails scraped hardwood. Breasts bounced unchecked.

"My womb… raw, no condom… Ah! Ahhn!* I can feel it… so hot… Getting close~♡!"

Trembling hands pressed into her stomach—as if testing the pulse of the cock about to breed her.

"Now I'm… really… a dumb cheating housewife… NHAAAAAA♡♡♡!"

A spasm—her walls rippled outward, cervix twitching open in mindless welcome, accepting seed like it belonged there.

"Cumming! Cumming!* Knock me up—AAAAHHH!!!♡♡♡"

With a cry, the first thick ropes painted her deepest walls—claiming, searing. Her pupils blew wide at the sensation.

"Nnguh…♡ Haah… So… much…"

Shaking fingers traced her lower belly—the heat inside spreading. A married woman’s cervix, desperately gulping down every drop.

Sweat-slick skin glowed in the dusklight, dark hair fanned across the floor. Her eyelids fluttered.

Another orgasm tore through her.

"Ah… Again… Feels… g-good…♡♡♡"

"Haah… haah…"

Yui—or what used to be Yui—lay sprawled on her back, her sweat-slicked body catching the midday sun through the parted blinds. Her blouse, shoved up past her heaving breasts, was ruined beyond repair—not that it mattered anymore. A glistening trail of cum painted her stomach, pooling in the slight dip of her navel before lazily spilling toward her hips.

"Mnn… Still pulsing… inside me…"

Shaky fingers pressed against her lower belly, tracing the lingering heat as her womb instinctively pulled, coaxing the seed deeper toward the soft, fertile dark where a life shouldn’t take root—yet might.

(This much… No way it didn’t reach.)

Between her still-parted thighs, thick rivulets of white seeped out, streaking the torn denim still barely clinging to her hips. One twisted hem dug into damp flesh, denim and skin blurring together, soaked beyond distinction.

"—Ah."

The scent of cheap fabric softener—the kind she and her husband picked out together—drifted from the crumpled sheets. Now, it was just another layer to the betrayal, sweet and suffocating.

"Heh… Even when he does come home…"

Her right hand groped her own breast, squeezing with unfamiliar roughness, while her left lazily traced the drying trails across her stomach, claiming what wasn’t hers to claim.

"…He won’t suspect a thing."

Children’s laughter echoed from outside. Life, unchanged.

And Yui—what was left of her—smiled, silent.

"Ngh! A-Ah…! It’s still—clenching—!"

Her hips rolled once more, muscles milking phantom fullness, dragging everything deeper.

"Ahah… Mixing… ♡"

One sock slipped down, her heel scraping the floor. Boneless, spent—she stared at the ceiling, imagining it:

(Right about now… is he in some dull meeting?)

In just a few hours, her oblivious husband would walk through that door. He’d see her—smiling, unchanged—and never know what she’d let another man do to her.

The thought alone made her womb burn.

A single thread of slickness stretched between her thighs, catching the afternoon light.

And for the first time in her life—

The perfect wife prayed she was already ruined.

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