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With a heavy, almost theatrical sigh, the young man stood up, taking his beloved by the brush, surprised by the route, and leading her straight to the ill-fated, frosted toilet doors…
Misaki couldn't even object as in a short moment, she was already inside the bathroom, having only a glimpse of its black marble walls, large tiles, with light malachite, like the eyes of her husband, chaotic stripes, as well as snow-white long sinks. And then she was in a separate cubicle, where instead of plastic walls there were concrete, covered with tiles, made of the same material and color as the outside of the restroom. The girl leaned against the wall, catching her breath a little, her mind dazed and excited, not allowing her to concentrate and understand what was happening, but nevertheless she tried to understand all this madness. While her husband locked the stall, feverish thoughts raced in his head, but still connected all the pieces of the picture together, finally realizing what was happening, Misaki abruptly raised her eyes, still a little blurred, to her husband:
- It was you… You planned everything from the very beginning, you set it up, and involved Igarashi in it, do you think I didn't notice the taste of champagne, didn't notice how calm you were about my condition, or how you came out a little later than Tora, and how suspicious a lot of people were?! - With a soft cry at the end, the girl blurted out the accusations at her surprised husband. His lady's brows were drawn tightly together, and her eyes, the color of liquid, hot gold, seemed to be already playing out the idea of how she would kill poor Takumi. Before his pet beast pounced on him, he decided to stop her in the safest way he'd learned in the year of their marriage. The guy, striking his wife, simply pulled her, closing her in the ring of his hands, and hugged her tightly, slightly resting his chin on the top of her head. This action had a calming effect on her, placing her hands, clad in velvet black gloves to the elbow, on the strong shoulders of the guy, which were covered only by a shirt, matching her gloves. Her eyes fell on a white jacket hanging carelessly on a hook on the wall.
- Misaki, listen to me carefully, I know that I did something unfair and bad, to put it mildly, but I had no idea how else to make you not be embarrassed and not ashamed of yourself, only by driving you into a corner in this state I can at least help you in some way, yes it sounds crazy, but I really hoped that this way you can show all your feelings for me, trusting, open up and get real pleasure from love…
The sudden, soft, yet desperate voice of her husband brought her out of her trance, and she stared at him with a dazed and uncertain look, not quite believing him.
- Takumi… But I'm literally a freak, I'm wrong.…
- Don't you dare say that! I don't care what you are on the outside, I care about what's inside you, your character, your soul, all the more so I like your appearance, the fact that you are different does not make you worse, I love you the way you are, and I want you to love yourself too…
Misa nodded reluctantly, but she still doubted his actions. Takumi sits down on the icy glossy floor, and lifts the fabric at the neckline of her evening dress, revealing her plump, athletic legs, clad in translucent, dark chocolate-colored stockings. The guy wanted to tease his beloved, but decided that it can wait, now we need to deal with the main problem… Glancing a little higher, the blond swallowed in anticipation: the tight smoky shorts of the girl were very wet, and translucent, from which the outlines of the bulging flesh became only clearer.
- Takumi there is no so all same cannot be, not need to please… I'm really ashamed, please don't do this, - Misa's voice trembled, as did she, not so much from fear or excitement, but from shame and self - doubt. Tears glistened at the corners of her dark tangerine eyes, and her soft, cherry-colored lips pursed to keep the sobs from escaping her throat. The guy's heart ached at the slightly frightened look of his wife. He leaned up and kissed her hard on her trembling lips, caressing her and tangling his tongues in a dance. After a couple of minutes, they barely broke away, and trying to catch their breath, but not to break the close contact, they pressed their foreheads to each other, looking into their eyes.
"Please don't say that… You're breaking my heart with these words, don't be ashamed of love, I promise you'll like it, and if you don't, we'll stop, okay? In a sweet, whispering voice, he put an end to their argument. His wife nodded slightly and smiled, giving him complete freedom of action. The guy went back to the still very big problem that would definitely change their entire lives from now on.