Apron of Desire (Kumiko Chapter 3) (Transformation Series Adult Novel)

Original: Autobahn
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Love Epiron Rewrite: Zeel
Title: Apron of Desire (Kumiko Chapter 3)
First release: Spring4u
2011.3.26

The apron of lust (Kana Kumiko Chapter 3)

The sound of keyboard tapping echoed in the silent room.

Kumiko sat in front of the computer desk, her eyes scanning the LCD screen in front of her and the original book beside her, while constantly typing the translation content with her slender fingers.

"Hoo...save the file."

After turning to a paragraph, Kumiko inserted the pressed flower bookmark into the original book, sat on the chair and stretched.

This translation job is half for interest and half to supplement the family income which is not tight in reality. Before I knew it, I have been doing it for three years.

Thanks to a college friend who is now a magazine editor, I get some interesting translation work from time to time. Although the salary is not high, it is a very worthwhile job if I want to brush up on my knowledge and learn new things.

In fact, Kumiko had already obtained the qualification of an English teacher when she was in college. Although it didn't come in handy after marriage, maybe she could help Shouwei with English enlightenment at home? Crack, crack.

Just as Kumiko was thinking about teaching Jiang Wei English and was about to get up to open the study window to let in some fresh air, she suddenly heard the metallic friction sound of the door opening from the front door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

A male voice reached Kumiko's ears.

Kumiko was startled by the sudden noise and thought to herself, "Did I forget to take the key from the door? No, I should have rang the doorbell first..."

“Um… is there anyone here…?”

The uninvited visitor seemed to have no intention of leaving, and the man's voice was heard again from the entrance.

As if compelled by something contained in the voice, Kumiko responded hastily and walked quickly towards the door.

"It's Mrs. Kano, right? That's great."

When the door opened, a man in his early twenties, wearing a sleeveless jacket, stood before Kumiko.
A young man with ear-length hair and a delicate and handsome face.

“Ah… huh…?”

Silence, and then the heart beat violently.

It takes a few seconds to hear the man's voice and see his face and completely match the two with what is in my memory.

The surroundings fell into complete silence at this moment.

The sound of the wind, the sound of children playing in the open space, and the sound of car exhaust in the distance, none of them could reach Kumiko's ears.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Mrs. Kano?"

The man didn't get a response from Kumiko, so he called her again.

“Eh… this… uh…”

Kumiko looked at the young man in front of her with a stiff expression, unable to speak a coherent sentence.

It can't be wrong.

"It's been a long time, huh?"

The man looked at Kumiko's expression and said happily, "It feels strange and refreshing to call you by your husband's last name. Is my pronunciation correct? Jia in Jiayi and Na in Xiaona, is that how it's pronounced?"

Kumiko didn't answer. In fact, she couldn't say anything, so she had to remain silent.

"Or should I use your old surname and call you Miss Nomiya?"

When Kumiko heard her old surname, she felt as if the back of her head was hit by a blunt object. She instantly felt dizzy and weak and almost fainted on the spot.

“Ah…ah…you…”

My hands and feet were shaking, everything seemed to be spinning, the ground was shaking, and it seemed like it would break apart at any moment.
Swallow yourself into the endless abyss.

This must be an illusion.

"Ah! After all, I should call you by your stage name back then, Yuuri Hoshimiya!"

“No… don’t do that!”

Kumiko felt as if her vocal cords were being pinched tightly by an invisible hand, and she used all her strength to squeeze out a few words that almost made her want to vomit blood.

At the same time, the vision in front of my eyes turned from black to white, and cold sweat of disgust broke out all over my body.

This... this must be an illusion - or a nightmare! Yes, it's just a continuation of the nightmare I had this morning.
It's just the continuation of the nightmare──!

The young man ignored Kumiko's expression. Of course, he couldn't hear Kumiko's screams in her heart. He looked Kumiko up and down and said, "Speaking of which, it seems inconvenient to reminisce in the corridor, right? Then I'm sorry to bother you~"

Before Kumiko could react, the man had already swaggered through the wide-open door and walked straight into the entrance of Kano's house.

"This is a lie. This can't be possible..."

Kumiko leaned against the wall in the hallway, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Ms. Kumiko, what's wrong?"

The devil's voice coming from the living room made Kumiko's heart beat even faster.

incredible.

Everything I heard and saw was unbelievable.

"Do you need me to give you a hand?"

As if to block Kumiko's possibility of escape, the young man walked back to the door and patted Kumiko on the shoulder.

Kumiko jumped up as if she had been electrocuted after being slapped like this. The expression on her face was a mixture of fear and panic, but more like helplessness.

“Ahh, this expression really hurts me.”

“You…why…why…”

Looking at Kumiko, whose teeth and body were trembling, the man scratched his head and said, "Let's talk inside. If we talk here, it will cause trouble to the neighbors~~"

That’s right – this man, this man’s affairs – this man’s affairs must never be known to people nearby.

The man's words deepened Kumiko's fear and forced her to admit that everything before her was reality.

"Come on in, Miss Kumiko. Or have you forgotten my name?"

Tremble.

Kumiko definitely hadn't forgotten this man's name.

No, not only did I not forget it, but I tried my best to lock the name in the deepest part of my mind, and I never want to see it again in this life──

"Miyuki, Kamishiro Miyuki. You used to call me Miyuki-kun, do you remember?"

Kamishiro Miyuki said to Kumiko with the same childish smile as she had seven years ago.

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Kumiko stood at the entrance, watching Kamishiro Miyuki walking around in her home, but she couldn't take a step out. She could only use her weak voice to stop him from moving.

"Why are you here... Please, go back quickly..."

"I hate it. You're saying such sad things again."

Kamishiro put down the empty can of drink in his hand and stood in front of Kumiko: "You can't run away, Kumiko."

Kumiko was so frightened by Miyuki's sudden action that her whole body froze and she dared not move.

My heart was beating violently inside Kumiko's plump breasts, as if I had just finished a 50-meter run.

"Come on, put your hand out."

Along with the sound of paper rubbing against each other, a bulging ordinary envelope was handed to Kumiko, and it was unknown what was stuffed inside.

"Kumiko, your family should have a DVD player, right? Since you live in such a luxurious apartment and bought a plasma TV, you must have one, right?"

“…………You, what are you talking about…………”

Holding the envelope in her hand, Kumiko was completely unable to understand what Kamishiro meant.

"It's the videotape you filmed before. It was recently republished and released in DVD format. What's in your hand is the dividend that should be given to you."

The casual remarks easily broke down Kumiko's last bit of defense.

The envelope slipped from Kumiko's fair hands, and dozens of ten-thousand-yuan bills were scattered all over the floor.

"That won't work. Money is precious."

“No… Go back! Go back!”

Kumiko fell to her knees, already in a state of panic.

"Where's the money?"

“No… there’s no need for that. This kind of thing… please, go back! Go back quickly…”

Past videotapes, DVDs, and reprints—an unbelievable reality. Kumiko collapsed to the ground, looking at Kamishiro Miyuki with pleading eyes.

"If you don't take it, Mr. Hokuriku will be mad at me. It's really a headache..."

The man said to Kumiko in a tone that made it difficult to get angry.

(Don’t…don’t…don’t think about those things.)

Kumiko's body began to pulse at a different rhythm from her heartbeat, and a hot feeling gradually spread throughout her body.

"Ms. Kumiko, can you lend me your DVD player to play the movie I brought? Um... where is the remote control...?"

"Can't…!"

With a bang, Kumiko threw the remote control to the ground, and the batteries rolled on the wooden floor.

"Damn it, just take a look.

It took me several weeks to re-edit it, and the image quality has also changed from low-pixel to high-pixel, and the eyebrows and eyes are very clear~~"

“No! Please take it back, please… take it back!”

"I hate it. I finally got to the point where I'm immersed in the old feelings..."

Miyuki ignored Kumiko's pleas and sat down on the high-end sofa in the living room.

How could such a thing happen──a gentle husband, a lively child, a happy family of three...
.

The unexpected guest who broke into this daily scene made Kumiko feel very confused.

"Kumiko... you look listless."

Kamishiro suddenly hugged Kumiko from behind.

“………!!”

The strong hug made Kumiko feel like she was suffocating.

“…Let me go, let me go now!”

"Hmm, what a wonderful aroma."

He hugged her wrists from behind, tightly wrapped around her plump and round body, and his warm breath brushed her slender neck, making her feel inexplicably nervous.

"Hisa-miko-"

The warm breath blew into Kumiko's ears, and an electric shock-like shiver instantly flowed through her body.

"Ms. Kumiko, it's been seven years."

A soft, warm whisper came into my ear. If I continue like this... I won't be able to escape.

Kumiko struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from the man's arms.

"You were 22 then, and now you're 29, right? Your body has become even more beautiful too."

“Ugh… take your hands off me… let me go…!”

Kumiko struggled weakly, like a butterfly caught in a spider web.

Knowing it is impossible, but still struggling desperately.

This weak resistance had no effect on the man.

"Since you're not resisting, that means it's okay."

“Ouch! That… can’t be done…”

The left hand that had been wandering around her waist suddenly invaded that secret place, causing Kumiko to tremble.

"What a cute reaction, Kumiko-san."

The man quickened the movements of his left hand, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

“No… No way… Aaaaah! Haaaah! Ahhhh!!! No!”

Just one touch can give your whole body an incredible shock.

A certain feeling that had been dormant deep in the body began to eagerly show its existence.

"No... Miyuki-kun, no. I... I'm already married."

"oh?"

Miyuki Kamishiro smiled happily and skillfully kneaded Kumiko's plump breasts with her right hand.

The intense pleasure instantly overwhelmed her remaining rationality, and Kumiko unconsciously straightened her waist in an attempt to get more caresses.

"I've always thought you had a nice, lustful body, Ms. Kumiko."

For a woman who is almost thirty years old, this sentence still makes me feel deeply ashamed.

Kumiko tried hard to suppress her instinctive actions, and her face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

"There's no such thing as that—"

As if to force Kumiko to recognize the facts before him, the fingers that were originally pressed on the skirt began to move violently again. The difference from before was that the man's right hand was also kneading the wife's breasts hard at the same time.

"No matter how much you deny it, your body is still very honest──It's here."

“Yeah!”

Miyuki's fingers accurately pinched and rubbed her nipples through her home clothes. The pleasure was as sharp as thousands of needles stimulating her sensory nerves at the same time.

"Ms. Kumiko, do you have a lover?"

The words uttered by the young man resonated somewhere in Kumiko's body.

My heartbeat quickened instantly.

"Isn't there?"

In response to Kumiko's denial, Kamishiro Miyuki showed a surprised expression on her face, and her hands suddenly changed the rhythm of kneading. The intense pleasure made Kumiko's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Such a beautiful, seductive and lustful wife is only for her husband. How enviable."

Although the force was not strong, each of Miyuki's movements did stimulate the sensitive parts of the married woman, causing Kumiko's body to gradually fall into the sweet and sensual pain, unable to extricate herself.

"I'm so curious. If you like men's bodies so much, you must have sex with your husband every night."

“This…this kind of thing…”

The man's question hit the nail on the head. Kumiko could no longer remember the last time she had sex with her husband.

"really."

The man leaned close to Kumiko's ear and said happily, "Ms. Kumiko, you have been patient for a long time."

With a swish, Kamishiro Miyuki pulled up Kumiko's skirt, and her deft index finger instantly penetrated between her legs.
Kumiko only felt a strong flash of light flashing before her eyes, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Hoohoo, Miss Kumiko's vagina is all wet."

The intense pleasure paralyzed Kumiko's entire body's strength. The gasps leaking from her mouth and nose could no longer deceive herself, they were just gasps of pleasure.

Every time her fingers moved on her home clothes, her body trembled. Even if the man behind her didn't say it, Kumiko knew her condition.

"I don't think your husband knows about this kind of video, does he?"

The vile intention implied in those words made Kumiko hold her breath for a moment.

"You... don't... want to..."

"That's annoying. Why do you think of me as that kind of person?"

The private parts that must not be touched by anyone except her husband were gradually being devoured by the man behind her, and she had no room to resist.

This feeling, the feeling brought about by this taboo, made Kumiko feel a sense of excitement that she shouldn't have.

I don't know when the cold sweat stopped oozing out of my body, but instead I began to sweat hotly, which gave off an alluring scent.

"Ms. Kumiko, please do it with me once."

The body was shaking with excitement.

"Such nonsense... How could it be possible..."

"Isn't it great? We meet again after seven years, and you see, this place has long been..."

Miyuki's left hand finally reached inside Kumiko's panties.

The moment the wet private parts touched the man's palm, sweet pleasure immediately surged out and ran through the whole body.

"It's already so muddy, lustful and promiscuous Miss Kumiko, it must be hard to endure it."

Miyuki's fingers moved smoothly outside, and the juice secreted from her private parts became her helper in ravaging herself, bringing Kumiko indescribable stimulation.

So... so comfortable... "Ms. Kumiko, you have accumulated a lot of desires because you hide your lustful nature."

“That’s not the case!”

Kumiko wanted to retort, but couldn't.

The pleasure that spread from the waist to the whole body gradually eroded Kumiko's consciousness.

In the haze, Kumiko seemed to feel that nothing mattered anymore and she just wanted to pursue the present feeling wholeheartedly.

"Ms. Kumiko, just once is enough.

Just do it once, and enjoy the pleasure of indulgence that you haven't felt for a long time. This way, your husband won't find out. "

"Hmm... ha... ha... once... ha... just once...?"

"Yeah, just once is fine."

“No, I’m married… You can’t… you can’t…!”

"Ms. Kumiko values ​​family very much.

In that case, you can do anything for the family, right? "

“Hmm…ha…ha…despicable…!”

"What are you talking about?"

Miyuki's index finger slipped into Kumiko's secret pot, and while skillfully playing with the throbbing flower path, she said, "Miss Kumiko... only once, it won't be exposed."

“That’s not…that’s not…that kind of question!”

A pink mist filled Kumiko's mind, with the image of her husband slowly swaying in it.

“If you say that…”

Miyuki pushed her hair aside and gently bit the back of Kumiko's neck.

“Aaaaaah! No… there… don’t bite…!”

A dizzying pleasure came from the back of the neck, and the sharp teeth brought out a trembling sweetness.

A feeling of euphoria that I haven't felt in a long time filled my mind, and how long has it been since I felt that kind of strong rubbing on my chest... ?

"Ms. Kumiko...it will never be exposed~~"

(Honey, save me…I…I’m about to…ah…ah…ah…ah…it feels so…so good.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way…this feeling, this feeling! ）

Finally, Kumiko's defenses collapsed.

“No…no…it’s touching, it’s touching!”

Ignoring Kumiko's intention, the man's fingers still broke into the forbidden area and ravaged it, bringing the mature beauty unbearable pleasure.

(Ha…ha…no, I already have a husband I love deeply…I can’t have any feelings for him…ah…ha…but…)

(I really want it…)

"Ms. Kumiko~~"

“Hah… hah… ahhhhhhh… mmm… guh… hah… hah… ah…”

"Just once~"

"Only...only once...?"

"Yes, the first time and the last time."

"But...but...if you knew..."

"It won't matter, you see──"

As soon as the index finger moved, Kumiko's body arched instantly, then trembled and moaned.

"If we don't say it, no one will know."

"I...if we don't say it..."

(No one... no one should tell anyone...)

Miyuki cleverly designed a psychological outlet, allowing Kumiko, who wanted to surrender, to find a reason to convince herself to surrender.

And then, finally.

(Ha…ha…it will take more than a week…for Mr. to come back…)

I began to feel hesitant, and excuses emerged in my mind one by one, lingered, and then fell to the ground.

(As long as we handle it properly... and don't leave any evidence...)

His hands moved skillfully, and the increasing pleasure accelerated Kumiko's desire to surrender.

(It feels so good... I want... a little more... a little more...)

"Ms. Kumiko, is it time for you to come to a conclusion?"

The devil's whisper echoed around Kumiko's reddened ears.

(Dear...dear...I'm sorry...)

"Just...just once...just once...if I don't tell you..."

(If this doesn’t happen…it won’t be exposed…)

"Ms. Kumiko, your ears are so cute."

“No… that place is very sensitive…!”

(Ah… I… my ears… I used to like having my ears sucked…)

The pleasure that spread from her ears to her entire body brought back memories that Kumiko hadn't thought about in a long time.

(But... that person... never touched that side...)

"Ms. Kumiko... do it."

"……………Um."

(to be continued)
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