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A quiet afternoon, after the housework was done.Steam rose from her teacup, and only the soft rustle of pages turning filled the living room.

She was absorbed in a suspense novel—The heroine, bound in leather restraints, trapped in a dark room with no voice to cry out.

──A woman waiting to be rescued, voiceless and exposed.It was only fiction… or at least, it was supposed to be.But somehow, the scene began to feel familiar.

Her vision dimmed. A ball gag pressed against her lips.She could hardly move—then came a shiver, a presence approaching from behind.

“Mmhh… nnf… fuuuhn…”The heat entered her, slow and pulsing.Each deep thrust struck her core, making her throat quiver.

Her body, teased and aching, dripped with need.With every rhythm that filled her, her thoughts melted further away.

“Nhhnn… mmhh…! Mmmphhh…!”She had surrendered everything—And somehow, that helpless, obedient version of herself felt… beautiful.

──And then, she awoke.A nap? She hadn’t even realized she’d dozed off.But the dampness between her legs told the rest.

“…I never used to be into things like this.”Her cheeks flushed hot, shameful and sweet—Proof that her gentle husband had slowly, lovingly… trained her into this.

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家事を終えた午後、静けさに包まれたリビング。ティーカップから湯気が立ちのぼり、ページをめくる音だけが響く。

読みふけっていたのは、サスペンス小説。囚われのヒロインが、暗い部屋で革の拘束に包まれている場面だった。

──助けを待つ女、声を奪われ、ただ晒されているだけの存在。あくまで物語の登場人物の話……なのに──彼女の脳裏に、ある情景が重なる。

視界が暗く、口元はボールギャグで塞がれ、身動きできない身体に、ぞくりと走る気配。

「んぶぅっ……っ、ふ、うう゛ん……!」与えられた刺激に、身体の奥がじんと熱くなる。熱く脈打つ肉棒がゆっくりと入り込んできて、最奥に届くたび、喉が鳴った。

焦らされた身体は、いやらしく糸を引き、繰り返される律動に、意識が蕩けていく。

「んぅぅ……んんっ……!……んぶぅぅ……!」委ねきった自分が、あまりにも淫らで、誇らしくさえ思えてしまった。

──ふと、目を覚ます奥様。うたた寝をしていたことに気づき、下着の湿りに、思わず目を伏せる。

「……そんな趣味、なかったのに」そう呟いたその頬は、どこか熱く、恥ずかしげで──優しいご主人様に、知らぬ間に“育てられた”証を、確かに残していた。

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