Soon, Ayame carried out a table full of dishes and waved us over to sit.

"I can't thank Nicky enough for fixing our computer the other day," she said. "The video files on it were really valuable. I made all this food to show my appreciation. Come on, try my cooking."

When she mentioned the video files, Ryuzo's expression flickered for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

Looking around the room at all the adult items on full display—so blatantly graphic—I found the food hard to swallow.

Noticing my discomfort, Ryuzo immediately explained.

"In Valen, this kind of culture is very rich. What you see here is just the surface. There are even more exciting toys. If you want, I can help you try them out."

My husband quickly hid his face behind his bowl, but even that couldn't conceal the excitement burning in his eyes.

Ayame slapped Ryuzo's arm. "Oh, stop it. Mia is quite conservative. Don't say things like that."

I tried hard to keep my composure, but inside, I was already aching with anticipation. These past years, I'd been living like a widow—parched land waiting for rain, desperate for a spring shower to soak me through.

I smiled back at them. "It's fine. When in Rome, right? Actually, I watch Valenese adult videos pretty often myself."

The moment the words left my mouth, the three of them just stared at me blankly.

Ryuzo's gaze, in particular, carried a glint of amusement.

My face flushed hot all the way down to my neck. I quickly buried myself in my food to break the tension.

Ayame picked up a piece of meat, dropped it into my husband's bowl, and smiled at him.

"The computer is acting up again today," she said. "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to fix it for me later."

His eyes locked onto her chest without the slightest hesitation. He agreed on the spot.

After dinner, Ayame led my husband into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

That left just me and Ryuzo sitting alone in the living room.

Ryuzo dropped all pretense immediately. He slid closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh.

"Mia," he said, "when you fell and kissed my crotch at the door earlier—was that on purpose?"

His eyes bore into me, a lewd smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

I quickly shook my head. "Sorry. I just lost my balance when I came in."

Without another word, he suddenly slipped a hand down below.

I have to admit—the man really knew his way around a woman.

"Quit pretending," he whispered. "You're already soaked down here. I guarantee I'll make you feel good tonight."

The moment he touched me, my whole body went weak and limp, as if an electric current had shot straight to my brain.

My husband was right there in the next room. How could I do something like this with him so close?

I made an excuse about needing to use the bathroom, pushed Ryuzo away, and hurried off to the toilet.

Once I sat down on the seat, I realized the bathroom walls were plastered with Ryuzo's glamour shots.

I pulled down my pants, and the feeling was like being watched by him from every angle—my body trembling with a mix of tension and thrill.

Suddenly, I felt a touch against my most private place—soft and pleasurable, wave after wave.

I looked down nervously and realized it was the automatic toilet, spraying its cleansing water.

After it finished, I reached for some tissue to wipe myself.

Just as I arched my bottom up, I suddenly felt someone grab my tender, pink flesh from behind. Something hard pressed against me.

I whipped my head around—Ryuzo had slipped into the bathroom.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth to scream, but he clamped his hand over it.

That near-violated feeling sent an electric jolt of excitement through me.

In an instant, my hormones went into overdrive.

Ryuzo pressed himself against my back, his fingers stirring deep inside me, his lips grazing my earlobe.

"Mia," he breathed, "I've been dying to play with an amateur like you. It's only pure and innocent women like you that really get me going."

His fingers kept rubbing and kneading me, and every cell in my body felt like it was about to explode. I ached for him to go deeper.

A soft moan escaped my throat. I gasped out a question.

"I heard you have a full ring of piercings down there. What… what does it feel like?"

Ryuzo's excitement surged the moment he heard my words. The pressure of his fingers intensified. He stuck out his tongue—and there, studded across it, were no fewer than nine piercings.

"So beneath that pure exterior," he murmured, "you're just a hungry little slut. Tonight, I promise to pleasure you until you can't stand."

His tongue glided lightly over my earlobe. An electrifying wave of sensation shot through me, making every pore on my body burst open.

A deep, burning heat bloomed in my lower belly.

I wanted to try it—the feeling of those tongue piercings gliding over me. Was it really as good as my husband had claimed?

I knelt over the toilet seat, my pink bottom arched high in the air, aimed directly at Ryuzo's face.

He gave my rear a gentle slap. I let out an unconscious whimper and twisted my hips.

His voice dripped with excitement. "Looks like no one's ever explored this territory before. An amateur like you—that's the kind that really gets me going."

Then he extended his tongue and gave a single, slow lick—right at the base of my tailbone.

In an instant, a thousand electric sparks shot up my spine. My blood turned to liquid fire.

The sensation was maddening—tingling, itching, aching. I grew molten with desperate, gnawing hunger.

His tongue traveled downward from my tailbone, inch by inch.

Nine studs. All nine of them rolled across my soft, tender flesh with each languid stroke of his tongue.

I had never felt anything like this in my entire life. Every muscle in my body trembled in response.

Ryuzo let out a low laugh. "And this is just the beginning. You're already losing control. How will you handle a full ring of piercings down below?"

He licked again—harder this time. Then harder still.

All the strength drained from my muscles. I could barely stay upright over the toilet.

My cheeks burned crimson. Soft, shameless sounds escaped my throat.

They said Ryuzo played even wilder than Ayame. After this small taste tonight, I couldn't wait to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve.

Ryuzo made an admiring click with his tongue. "You smell so sweet. You're like a virgin—completely untouched."

In all these years, I'd only ever been with my husband. And every time, it was over before it began. I'd kept my body as soft and supple as an eighteen-year-old's—smooth, bouncy, and untouched.

Ryuzo sighed with genuine appreciation. "What kind of dried-up old produce have I been eating all these years? I've never tasted anything as delicious as you, Mia."

He wrapped his arms tightly around me and began to suck greedily at my flesh.

I felt as though he was drawing every cell in my body out through his lips. A raging fire of desire consumed me from within. A warm trickle flowed from my depths, unstoppable as a spring stream.

I couldn't hold back any longer. A whimpering plea escaped my lips.

"Daddy… please... please fill me up."

The raw hunger in my voice sent a visible jolt through Ryuzo. His veins bulged with surging blood.

He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me clean off the toilet, laying me down on the bathroom floor.

He picked up the showerhead and let warm water cascade over me from head to toe.

My clothes clung to my body, soaking wet and nearly transparent—revealing the soft pink peaks of my breasts and the slender curve of my waist.

Ryuzo's eyes gleamed with appreciation. "I didn't know you were going commando underneath."

By now, the fire had completely consumed me. All I could think about was being thoroughly, brutally satisfied.

"Daddy… I can't take it anymore."

I ran my hands feverishly over my own body. In one motion, I peeled off my soaked clothes.

Ryuzo shoved his pants down without hesitation. A massive, thick shaft sprang free right in front of my face.

I could see the full ring of piercings clearly—bulging just beneath the skin, like a ring of fleshy beads.

I'd only heard rumors before. Seeing it with my own eyes, I felt the full, staggering impact.

I gulped, my throat dry. Staring at that massive thing, my legs turned to jelly beneath me.

Ryuzo lowered himself and began placing soft kisses all over my body.

"You've never tried piercings before, have you?" he whispered. "Every woman who's tried this can never leave me. Are you sure you want this?"

I nodded eagerly, beyond caring about anything else. Slowly, I spread my legs.

Ryuzo arched his hips and took aim.