The bed is devastated…

The morning greeted Keiko with dull clouds outside their window. It's not sunny and it's not rainy either. It is in fact humid and had somewhat made her pale skin feels sticky. She rolled up from the bed and picked up her clothes from the floor. Slowly, the heat is becoming fierce and the bright clouds began to blind her.

"A new day… a new world". Keiko sighed with a smile.

She went to downstairs and got surprised on the breakfast that is prepared for her.

"Mommy! Mommy!" two kids are calling her. Their twins - Kihara and Shuusuke, a girl and a boy.

"Mommy, we made it with Daddy" Kihara with her wide grin, which is looked like Yusuke's, boasted.

"Reaaallly?!" Keiko said. Her teasing tone made the twins giggled. "Well thank you". Keiko put her hand on their heads and Shuusuke, the shy mama's boy, embraced her.

"Where's your Daddy?" she asked.

"He's on the garage" Shuusuke replied while holding something on his hand. And Keiko noticed it.

"What is that honey?" Keiko once again asked.

"I don't know, I just found it somewhere on our box". The boy honestly answered.

"Oh-Okay, you can go play now". Keiko said and the two hurriedly ran to their room.

The Urameshis recently moved in a bigger home but not far from Keiko's parents or even with Yusuke's mom. Married for three years, the couple were blessed with a twin just right after the marriage. The couple had a business – a convenience store – for their living. But Yusuke still go to Makai to visit and when that happens she needs to explain things to her children especially when the husband is away for a week.

But her blissful morning suddenly interrupted…

"Aaaaahhhhhh….aaahhh"

"Naaahhh…ooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhh"

Her ears suddenly became sensitive. "I know that voice" she thought.

She hurried to the room of which the sound is coming from and to her surprise, it came on the twins' room.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh more…more m-"

She grabbed it from her son's grasp and the boy cried.

The mistletoe that Yusuke gave her before - that were gone missing - is in her son's hands.

"Oh no! Don't cry honey. I just realised that this belongs to Mommy and Daddy". She said in her sweet voice. "Mommy will buy you another toy this weekend, okay?" Keiko said and the boy just nodded. His caring sister is always on his side which eventually helped the boy forget his crying.

Keiko went out and looked for the one person she hasn't seen from this morning "Yusuke!" she yelled.

Keiko went to the garage and saw her busy husband fixing their car. And from behind she let the thing dangles from her hand.

"Huh?" Yusuke, who began growing his beard were surprised. He turned around and faced his angry wife.

"Wh-why is this thing is inside the toy boxes of the kids?!" Keiko is fumed mixed with humiliation and disgust.

"I don't know either. I thought you kept it before." Yusuke busied his eyes on looking on the motor of their car.

"You know about this, right?" Keiko continued to speak.

"Know what?" Yusuke answered like he doesn't care in the world.

"It-I mean this thing recorded it." Keiko blushed slightly as she remembered what she heard earlier.

"I don't get you, what's with recorded?" Yusuke, who is puzzled, met his wife's gaze.

Keiko played it and it began to chant erotic stuff.

"more, more, more… aaaahhhhh Y-s-ke…."

"I'm cumming, oh shit!"

The two were surprised and their cheeks flustered in red. Yusuke chuckled in a way that can annoy Keiko. And the other, because of the annoying laughter, she punch her husband's hardened chest.


Later that day…

Keiko closed the door of the twin's room.

"Finally, they were asleep" Keiko looked at their wall clock saying that it is two in the afternoon.

She found her husband sitting in their sofa and looking intensely on the thing he gave to her wife – the mistletoe from Makai.

"So?" Keiko started.

"I don't know. I really don't know that it records things like that." Yusuke placed it down on the coffee table and Keiko sat beside him. He moved his arm over the shoulder of his wife. "I tried to record my voice but it doesn't work".

"Is that so?" Keiko commented and followed with a question "How about deleting or erasing the recorded… err, conversation?" Keiko, who seems like not that sure about the sounds recorded.

"I tried, but" Yusuke sighs, "nothing works".

There is just a second of silence and Yusuke brought the thing again in his hands.

"But I discovered something" he smiled.

"Oh no." Keiko suddenly arose from leaning over her husband. "I don't like the way you smile like that".

Even though she protested, Yusuke dangles the thing in front of them.

Aside from the sound of creaking bed, moans, and kisses, there is one conversation that cannot be forgotten.

"You're so cute"

"If – if kissing under the mistletoe means that we will marry someday, then what about having sex under it?"

"Probably to have many kids and live together".

Those whispering conversation engraved in Keiko's head and she covered her face due to embarrassment. Yusuke silently laughed after seeing his wife like a kid.

"I thought that you have forgotten it. I'm glad that you didn't". Yusuke said as he placed the mistletoe thing back to the coffee table. He forced his wife's hands out of her face and showered her with kisses.

"What are you doing?! The kids-" Keiko protested while Yusuke sealed her lips with a kiss. He pulled her body down to the sofa and engulfed her in his arms.

"Don't worry, it's napping time" Yusuke assured her.

And so the lovers went into a deep kiss…

The End


Okay I will leave the rest to your imagination nyahahaha…

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