[47pic] Awakening the Hidden Wife / 再会で目覚める、仕込まれた奥様 (Patreon)

Weekend afternoon.Wiping the sweat from her neck at the yoga studio, the wife was addressed from behind.

A voice she could never forget. Here he was “just” an instructor—yet to her, he was her former Master.She should have gone home like a proper wife, and yet, even before she turned around, something tight in her chest seized.

She laughed it off when she was asked if she could stay until night…but before she knew it, she was waiting for him—

The last student left, and the lights were dimmed.Still in her daytime workout wear, she was slowly examined—so deliberately it felt like his gaze was touching her. Heat rose to her cheeks in a way that had nothing to do with exercise.

When she was prompted for the “signal,” her arms moved on their own, folding behind her back in a motion her body remembered too well.In an instant, a cold click closed around her wrists—then a gag.Excuses and pride were shut away, leaving her only breath as permission to respond.

“Mm… mmm… f… nn…”Reason tried one last time to resist, but the sound trapped behind the gag turned into a muffled, helpless little whimper.I’m someone’s wife now—that thought tried to hold, but it washed away each time she was touched, each time she was guided, until her posture was quietly, effortlessly arranged into submission.Fabric tugged—her wear tore—and cool air brushed the place she’d been trying not to think about.

“Ng… mmm… uuh…!”After that, it was quick. A firm heat pressed close, claiming space with practiced certainty.When he found what he had once taught her body to react to, she began climbing toward a peak almost immediately—betrayed by memory, betrayed by training.

“Mmgh… ngh… ah—!!”Inside a blanking white haze, her body remembered—and she fell apart far too easily.

When everything was over, the floor held several discarded signs of protection, and she lay there in her torn wear.She couldn’t move a finger, yet her breath kept pumping hard and unevenly behind the gag.

What returned wasn’t a shared romance, or even a memory of him.What came back was the version of her he had planted—quietly waiting, perfectly conditioned, and unmistakably awake.

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休日の午後。ヨガスタジオで汗を拭っていた奥様は、背後から声をかけられた。

忘れもしない声。ここではインストラクターだが、彼女にとっては元・御主人様…。奥様として帰るべきなのに、振り向く前から胸の奥がきゅっと縮む。

夜まで残れる？という誘いを笑って誤魔化したはずが、気がついたら彼を待っていた――

最後の生徒が帰り、照明が落ちる。昼間のウェア姿のまま、視線で撫でられると、恥ずかしさが熱になって頬が赤くなる。

合図を促されると、彼女は覚えのある動きで腕を背中へ回してしまう。瞬間、手首にカチリと枷がはまり、次に口枷。言い訳も強がりも塞がれ、吐息だけが許された姿になる。

「ん……んむ……っ、ふ……んぅ……」理性が最後の抵抗を試みるが、塞がれた声はくぐもった鳴き声に変わる。「もう、人妻なのに」と抵抗する理性が流されるように、触れられるたび、“屈する姿”へと簡単に整えられていく。布が引かれる感触がして、ウェアが裂け、ひやりと空気が秘所を撫でた。

「んぐ……っ、む……うぅ……っ！」そこからはすぐ。堅く熱い肉棒が彼女の潤った秘所を掻き分けるようにねじ込まれていく。躾けられた弱点を擦り上げられるとすぐに絶頂への階段を登り始めた。

「おご……っ、おぅぅぅ……っ！！！」真っ白な意識の中で、身体が思い出してしまい、あっけなく果ててしまう――

すべてが終わったあと、床には使い終わったゴムがいくつも転がり、裂けたウェアのまま彼女は横たわっていた。指一本動かせないのに、口枷の中で息だけが荒く上下する。

蘇ったのは、彼との思い出じゃない。彼に仕込まれた“彼女自身”だった。