Author's note:

If you prefer to listen to your fanfiction fix via a text-to-speech program, either plug in some headphones or switch to reading it. This chapter, and every subsequent chapter hereafter, will contain lemons. You have been warned.

Kazehana sighed and lowered the bottle from her lips, staring up at the clouds as she settled her head back against the tiled roof of Maison Izumo.

...Before remembering that tiles were hard and uncomfortable, and so settled back on the soft flesh of her arm.

She was feeling a little down, what with Musubi being gone on Kouten for so long, plus the fact that Kazehana had slept in and missed the other girls' shopping trip. Normally, it was just groceries, and Tsukiumi wouldn't be caught dead running that errand without the promise of sitting next to Minato at dinner. Yet, somehow, the house was practically deserted. Only Kazehana's Ashikabi remained, who she'd left to wallow in his barely-responsive state on the living room couch.

Closing her eyes, the Wind Sekirei waited for the sake to take its toll on her, to numb the funk she found herself in… And once again, after her seasoned experience with drink told her it should have kicked in, she felt nothing, just the thirst to drink more and try again.

Kazehana lifted the bottle and looked at the label. "I can't seem to get drunk. Any ideas?"

The bottle said nothing.

"Yeah, me neither."

Between her boobs, her cell phone buzzed. Fishing it out through the cutout in her dress, Kazehana flipped it open to find a text from her friend-turned-enemy-turned-friend-again, Uzume.

You okay? Minato was pretty out of it, but you know you can meet up with us, if you want.

Kazehana typed back, Why the sudden concern? Everything okay on YOUR end?

She waited a short while before Uzume replied. Tsukiumi and Ku look like they're in a mood. Kagari, too.

Ever the steady big sister-type (in more ways than one, since the Sekirei Plan ended), Kazehana replied, I'm fine. Sober, too.

She rolled to her side and was just about to drop off the roof when Uzume read her mind. Check on Minato. Tsukiumi says her wife sense is tingling.

Kazehana chuckled at the image.

As Minato's "fake" wife (according to Tsukiumi, the "real" wife), Kazehana remembered the last time she was like this. She'd been on the roof, drinking sake, unable to get drunk, when Tsukiumi had come up there in her French maid outfit. Fresh off of a round of chores, Tsukiumi had taken a swipe at Kazehana's drinking habits, whereupon Kazehana had opened up about her heartbreak.

And since Matsu wasn't around to give her rubbing alcohol again, Kazehana decided to do the other thing that had led to her feeling better that day: go find Minato.

Sure enough, as she rounded the corner from the front door, Kazehana found him right where she'd left him. He was on the couch, hands folded on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. The poor thing was lost in his own little world, pining for Musubi as hard as anyone else (even Tsukiumi, though she refused to admit it). Kazehana could feel the longing resonating through their bond, stuck in the happy days of the bubbly brunette's boundless enthusiasm.

Now, here he was: alone in their home, with no one but Kazehana to…

…

A twinkle flashed in Kazehana's eye. They were alone, everyone else had gone shopping for who knew what, and both halves of this Sekirei marriage needed some happy thoughts.

It was time to fulfill her Sekirei pledge. She giggled as she remembered what she'd said to him that day.

It'll be sticky, and intense.

She was so excited that she thought nothing about what items she'd have to appropriate. They were about to consumate their love!

Kazehana's plan unfolded in three steps. Step 1: text Uzume and tell her to send a message when the group was heading back, using the cover of preparing tea for them.

Aww, that's nice! Thanks, Kazehana!

Uzume was either oblivious or actively covering for her with Miya there. Either way, for Kazehana, it was on to Step 2: grab the dirty sheets from her room, trying very hard not to hum to herself like a fairy tale princess, and bring them downstairs. No one would suspect if they ended up in the laundry, and they'd take whatever odors they carried to a watery grave.

Then came Step 3: throw the sheet over Minato's body.

"Hmh…" The dark-haired gentleman (according to Kazehana, the real "real" wife) didn't even acknowledge the covering until Kazehana set her bottle on the nearby coffee table, straddled his waist, and started smothering him.

"Mph! Kaze- Nrgh!" His hands pushed at the round but firm mass she pressed over his face, waiting for the moment when he finally yanked off the sheet to find out what was happening.

Whump!

Finally, Step 4: seduction, with all the best tools at her disposal.

"How could you, Mina-kun~?" Kazehana tutted, smushing her huge breasts together around his nose. The bottom cutout of her dress left nothing to his imagination, giving him the silky smoothness of her flawless skin.

Pushing her breasts off with his hands, Minato gasped for air and looked up at his Sekirei. "What's gotten into you?!"

Smiling, she leaned forward on her massive boobs and kissed him. Just like before, in that sake warehouse by the docks, her bright pink wings emerged from her back as the light of Minato's pure, shining soul swept her up in its warmth. Even as they faded, Kazehana pressed on, literally. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and invited his to a dance. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders before wandering down to his wrists, guiding them to her body. She didn't have to guide them for long; Minato's hands began to explore her voluptuous hourglass figure on their own.

He suddenly jolted and broke from the kiss as her own hands found the growing bulge in his green track pants.

"Kazehana!"

"Shhhh." She put a finger to his lips before licking hers. "You."

"...I what?"

"You're about to, anyway," she said. She began to slide down his body.

"About to what?" He sounded worried but his adorable schoolboy face was red as a tomato. "What?"

"You forgot?" she said, her own face heating up as that bulge got closer to her tits. "You asked me what got into me."

She was a little nervous, being so daring in a place as strict as Miya's inn, but only because the emotional feedback she was about to force through his Sekirei bonds might alert the others to what was happening. Kazehana herself had felt it when Minato had first kissed Homura. Then again, as long as Miya was none the wiser and Tsukiumi didn't race home, Kazehana could be as intense and sticky as Minato could make her.

At last, the mountain in Minato's pants was covered by Kazehana's two big fluffy clouds. She locked her gaze on his, letting him see how worked up he was making her just by being like this. She raised and lowered herself, bouncing her boobs on Minato's crotch. As her boobs mashed together, squishing and bulging through the cutouts of her purple dress, Minato's mountain got harder. His breathing got heavier, as did Kazehana's.

The busty Sekirei chuckled lustily. "Feel like breaking some rules, Minato?"

He started at that, snapping out of his stupor. "No, we shouldn't-"

"Pleeease?" She dragged her melons away and rested her chin on his pants. "Couldn't I at least give you a kiss?"

He swallowed. "Um..."

"Just one little kiss?" She pressed her lips against his bulge. "It'll make me happy if you let me."

Boy did that harden him up. Her hubby was opening and closing his mouth like a fish before he weakly nodded. "O-Okay. Yeah."

Kazehana giggled excitedly. "Don't look so nervous," said the virgin maiden who'd never done this before. Not for real, anyway. Sliding her hands up his legs, she hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged it down. His boxers followed, reveailing his hardening cock.

"Mmmh, not bad," Kazehana purred, licking her lips as she stared at it. "Not bad at all."

"Please don't dawdle, Kazehana." Minato glanced over at the coffee table, where his phone rested next to Kazehana's quarter-filled bottle. "Who knows what Miya might do if she catches us?"

"Don't worry, I won't-" She paused. "Let me check something, first."

She climbed back up his body and settled in, grasping his shoulders as all of her feminine curves pressed against him. She threw her mind back to that day in the warehouse, when she'd toppled him to the ground and decided he was the one for her. He'd had a bulge in his pants then, too.

But…

Her excitement showed in her suprise, her face two inches above Minato's. "Oh my. Oh my! Minato, I think you've gotten bigger!"

"How could I have?" he asked.

Kazehana shrugged. "Maybe it's an Ashikabi thing. I know I've gained some bulk since I married you."

She sat up, grinding her panties on his thick dick, and hefted her heifers. "In all the right places, might I add. I guess we both like things with size."

She felt him harden up until what pushed against her salivating snatch was a piece of iron. His face might lie, but his body sure didn't. She smiled and shifted back, plopping her boobs back on his thighs.

"So," she cooed, "how about that kiss, Mina-kun?"

Slowly, his face frozen with fright but red with excitement, he nodded again. "Just one-"

Kazehana gave him one, right on the tip.

"-kiss uuu-UH!"

Minato should've known better than to think she'd stop there. Kazehana's kisses were always full-mouth, full-tongue, sudden-death tonsil hockey matches. Why should this one be any different? Her lips opened up and sucked in his tip, glans, and a good portion of his shaft before his dick hit the soft back of her throat. She gagged a little, loving the slutty sound that resonated between her cheeks. Minato did, too, because his eyes hazed over and his head lolled back. Evidently, he'd been fantasizing about this as much as she had.

So why stop here? thought Kazehana.

His dick backed up as she raised her head, leaving a glistening sheen on the shaft, then plunged it back inside her. This time she brought it deeper, looking forward to how much length was still untouched. If she wasn't careful, Minato would choke her.

She drew back and took the plunge again, then again, her gag reflex losing the fight against her Minato's massive schlong. Her cheeks puffed out and she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her panties like a humidifier basin, she took a deep breath, relaxed as much as she could, then glomped on to his base.

"Aah! AH!" Minato's cries seemed reflexive, as did his sudden pelvic thrust. Kazehana gagged for real and withdrew from her blowjob, her lips departing his tip with a wet pop! However, she made sure to park her jugs around his meat; no way would he try to back out now.

"How's that for a kiss, honey?" she teased. She stuck her tongue out and licked a bead of pre-cum off.

He didn't answer her with words. To her shock and utter delight, he grabbed her arms and twisted his hips, turning towards the seatback of the couch and throwing Kazehana's body over with him. Now it was he who straddled her. His pants and boxers, which she'd pulled to his knees, stretched over her flat stomach. He took her hands and forced her tits to sandwich his cock again, the tip barely poking through all that womanly softness. She was trapped, and looking down the barrel of a bigger gun than she ever thought possible.

Then, in a move that flooded her poor panties, Minato grabbed her head and forced her back onto his dick, thrusting his hips against her tits.

"Mlgh! Hrmh! Mrnhdr!" It was impossible to make words with so much cock to suck on. Not to mention, he was forcing his horny wife to motorboat her own massive mammaries.

"Kazehana," he gasped between thrusts. "Can't stop…! They're so soft…!"

Kazehana's eyes rolled back for a moment. How she'd dreamed of this, before waking up soaked from the waist down. It's why she'd been hesitant to sneak into his room at night, lest she make a mess on the other girls. But this was better than she ever could've expected. She was so turned on, her pussy so unbearably hot, that she had to switch to holding her tits together with one arm so her other hand could dive into her panties. She could barely get three fingers in her cunt, she was so tight from kegels and leaving herself unsoiled. She couldn't wait for Minato to take this meat-piston and stretch her out, no, ruin her for anyone else.

"AH!" Sweat flew from his brow as his head jerked back. He'd felt her tongue get back to work. "Kazehana… If you do that…"

His hands went slack but found new purchase on her tits, squeezing and rolling them around. Every wild thrust sloshed them into her face, until she felt him twitch and pulsate in her mouth.

She let her head fall back, feeling her own climax build. Her husband was going wild on top of her, animal grunts and groans uncontrollably spilling from his open and panting mouth.

"That's it!" she cried. "Go wild! Cum for me! Fuck my tits until you explode!"

"Ah! Ah!" Minato still couldn't speak. He let his dick do all the talking. It swelled with epiphany before his balls clenched and made three raw, spicy arguments right in Kazehana's face. The sheer amount of substance blinded her. She couldn't believe how much was packed in; she'd been bukkaked by just one man. And what a man he was. It made Kazehana gasp and jolt as her pussy made a heated rebuttal.

Smacking her lips, drawing the thick spunk in like honey, Kazehana made sure to moan and hum and show just how quick she'd gotten hooked on Minato's homebrewed mead. She felt him twitch in her cleavage again, egging on her slutty noises.

So far, soooo so good.

The pressure left her stomach as Minato slumped sideways against the seat back, sounding like he'd just run a marathon.

"Wow," was his first coherent word. "That was…"

She wiped her eyes clear with a finger and sucked the spunk off the tip. "Yummy," she finished for him. "You're quite the stallion, Minato." She grinned and sat up. "Now how 'bout another kiss?"

He almost jumped back. "Um, I just-"

She laughed. "I know, I know! You're just to much fun to mess with." Eying her sake bottle, she grabbed it and walked over to the living room window. Outside stood Miya's privacy wall, beyond which lay the sidewalk. Pulling her dress over her head, leaving her only in her soaked panties, Kazehana opened the window and leaned out, letting her tits swing loose as she christianed her face with a sake bath.

"Aaah, nice and clean," she sighed, before taking a swig. "M-hm! Today's a great day to be a Sekirei!"

Little did she know, said day was far from finished. Her plus-premium ass was swallowing her pink g-string, and the happy little jiggle she did post-orgasm was like a hypnotic siren song to a young, virile Ashikabi. She didn't hear Minato leave his pants or boxers behind, nor did she hear him shuffle up behind her. The first thing she heard was his hand slapping her ass.

"Hah?!" Kazehana dropped the bottle and looked behind her, bracing her hands on the window frame. "Minato?!"

He wasn't looking at her. Through the window glass, she saw him pull her g-string aside and grab his dick.

"Kazehana, I…" He seemed to build up courage, his face twisting before he shouted, "I love you!"

He pressed his tip against her pussy and shoved the head inside. Kazehana slapped a hand over her mouth and screamed at how it felt when the rest of him pushed its way past the entrance to her baby factory. It hurt, it burned, but it felt so damn good, like a bad itch finally being scratched. Nothing she knew said it should feel this good. Was this another Sekirei thing? She didn't care, because Minato started thrusting.

"HR-RMGH! HMGH, HGMH, HGMH~!" Kazehana's squeals would've disturbed the whole neighborhood if she didn't keep a hand over her mouth. His hands pawed and clawed at her smooth skin, exploring her body as he ravaged her. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, his fingers found her clit. Her legs went limp, followed slowly by her torso. Minato was pounding her into jelly with his giant cock. That's how it felt: giant, like Kazehana was being fucked by a footlong cut of salami. She could feel it in her guts, in her womb, even. It wasn't possible! It was like her Sekirei pussy was shrinking itself down to make Minato feel even bigger!

"ULNGH!" Kazehana came quick and sudden. No build-up, no warning, her body simply tensed like a muscle and unloaded a monster of an orgasm.

And it made Minato feel even bigger.

The hands that were savaging her clit seized her waist and dragged her back inside. Dazed, Kazehana's face was pressed to the wall, wet slaps and grunts forcing her cheek against it again and again. Her body was on fire as a pair of hands grabbed her panties like a pair of reins. The elastic material was stretched out, biting into her flesh. The band snapped against her ass, causing her jaw to go slack and her tongue to slip loose. Minato wasn't being gentle, nor had he asked. It's like he instinctively knew what she wanted.

What he did next only reinforced the notion. She felt herself grabbed and swung around before a pair of pantless, masculine legs pushed on her hamstrings and walked her back towards the couch. She was shoved to the floor, Minato babbling about something to do with her, but she was too out of it. All she could think about was being a good little bitch and settling in on her hands and knees, the blanket once again catching their rogue fluids.

His hands seized her tits and started molding them into all kinds of shapes. It hurt; he wasn't being gentle at all. Even this had her crying with pleasure.

"Minato!" she finally exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks and past the upturned corners of her mouth. "What are you trying to do to me?"

She felt him lean on her back; he'd lost his shirt. They were both as naked as the day they were born.

"You once told me this-" He swatted her puffed-out nipples.

"Ah!"

"-and this-" He spanked her ass.

"AH!" She had a little mini-orgasm.

"-was worth dying for," he said, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. "So if I'm going to die, I'm going to do everything I ever wanted to do to you, Kazehana."

Her toes curled at his words and every part of her body tensed. Biting her lip and sucking in a breath, she said, "Everything, Minato. Don't hold back."

And he didn't.

Kazehana was once again turned into a euphoric mess as Minato went to town on her ass again. His hands fondled her tits while his oversized cock made her overstuffed cunt its permanent home. Kazehana screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, dropping her to her elbows with its intensity. Her head rested on her forearms as she kept her ass in the air, being a good little sex slave and soon-to-be cum dumpster for her husband's hot nut butter.

Or, so she thought. Minato had other ideas. Her hair still tied back in its usual style, he grabbed her pony tail and yanked her head back, watching her flesh bulge and crease as her back curled around an invisible ball. Kazehana's mouth was open. She was completed ahegao'd and mindlessly wrapped around Minato's finger, as well as his dick. Her fingers pulled at the blanket as Minato forced her head to turn and kiss him. Her pink wings phased through his naked body and fast forwarded to the happy ending they both wanted.

Minato broke from the kiss as he suddenly felt his next load building. "Ready… To be… a mom…"

Kazehana gasped. "More than ever! Hah… Cum inside...! Knock-! ...mmme-! UUUUHHH!"

Kazehana's howl pierced the air as she gushed around her husband. Minato followed quickly, flooding her with his seed, pushing shot after shot into her hungry womb. Kazehana thought she might explode with happiness, a delighted little gurgle escaping from her sex-crazed expression. It was a face that could keep any man hard, laws of male anatomy be damned. It didn't hurt that Minato had apparently gone through changes beyond a larger, more enticing cock for his harem to sit on. Just as Kazehana and the others had grown curvier and more powerful over the course of the Sekirei Plan, no doubt reacting to Minato's desires, Minato, it seemed, had changed according to their desire to carry his children.

As Minato pulled out of her pussy, dripping with man- and femcum alike, the yawning, gaping emptiness left in Kazehana's body confirmed it: Kazehana had been a size queen and hadn't even known it. Another woman, however, had known it. She'd known that Kazehana was a kindred spirit since their first chat about boys. No amount of chastity or refusal to use toys could throw her off the scent of a fellow cock-hungry slut, as she'd put it.

Kazehana now owed her a 69 and a round with electroshock toys. Her anxiety over losing didn't last, once Minato collapsed on top of her.

They both sank to the floor, Minato's wiry frame arcing into Kazehana's hourglass figure. His dick, which miraculously seemed to get bigger the more they fucked, was currently clamped between Kazehana's life-saving thighs. Kazehana's boobs ached a little, between Minato's wanton bullying and the fact they were pressed against floor. She hoped she wouldn't show any hand-hickeys through her dress, or Tsukiumi would have a fit.

"Mmm." She propped herself up on her elbows, Minato's chin once again finding home in the crook of her neck. She turned and chastely kissed his brow. "How do you feel, Minato?"

He returned the favor by kissing her neck. "Like I'm too lucky for my own good."

She chuckled, a sly thought forming into a black light bulb above her head. "That's because you are."

"What?"

She gathered her strength and twisted her hips, dumping Minato off her dumptruck ass. He flopped against the bottom of the couch, dragging some blanket down under him. Before he could react, Kazehana slung a leg over him and wedged her knee between him and the couch, driving him away from it. The tables had turned yet again: now it was Minato who was trapped beneath her.

"You pushed your luck too far, Mina-kun," Kazehana said as she settled atop his pelvis. It was the same position they'd started in, minus their clothes. "I need to teach you a lesson for bullying me."

She leaned forward, covering his face with her balloon-sized breasts. They were so swollen and heavy with hormones and sex that Kazehana, a Sekirei, actually felt the difference when she stopped carrying their heft. Minato didn't seem to mind; she could feel his smile for how soft and pliable her pillows were against his face. Fuck, but she wanted to leave an impression on that face, of that face's impression of her two best girls. Matsu and Musubi would be so disappointed.

Her ass in the air, she reached down between her legs and quickly found Minato's cock. She moaned and bit her lip as that monster forced its way back into its home. She'd be so sore after this, but she didn't care. More mind-shattering orgasms were on the menu.

"Aaaah." She sighed as that sense of emptiness left, replaced by the feeling of having her guts rearranged. "Let's see what happens first: either I cum or you suffocate."

She moaned as her gyrations began, looking down past her face-swallowing sacks at Minato's eyes. "Then I'll have to apologize to you."

Minato closed his eyes and pressed her breasts together, hastening his suffocation as he did yet another thing he'd always wanted to do. Kazehana had the biggest sweater-bunnies of any Sekirei. She knew it, he knew it, all of her sister-rivals knew it, too. And now, they were all his, to play with and torment as much as he wanted.

Kazehana shuddered at the thought, also because Minato's dick had found her g-spot. She'd always thought of herself as a dom, what with not letting anyone talk down to her. Today, all that had changed. For the longest time, she'd been worried that Minato was a prude, with how polite and respectful he always was. Her fantasies of tormenting Minato gave way to new ones, where Minato lay dormant beneath her just long enough to ambush her body.

Which, incidentally, he did.

"Ooooh! Yeeees!" Kazehana's hips swiveled faster as Minato turned her tits inward and caught both nipples in his mouth. The loud suctioning sounds turned them both on, Minato's dick hard as steel while Kazehana felt her pussy contract a little. She got a rub on her g-spot again. She saw stars for a second. She knew she was supposed to dom him, to teach him a lesson for being so rough with her, but… Kazehana didn't want respect in the bedroom. She wanted to be degraded and fucked and treated like a gutter slut by the man she loved.

"I love you, too, Minato," she said as she reared back, stretching her tits before they popped free of his mouth. "Let me show you! No, you show me!"

One hand behind herself, Kazehana planted her feet beside his arms. She rolled her hips and slammed his dick into her sweet spot over and over again. Meaty slaps echoed from tit meeting tit and ass meeting legs, Kazehana's whole body a sinfully erotic display of fertile feminine curves.

"Then let me!" he replied, reaching up and catching her left melon with his right hand. His fingers instantly rounded her nipple, squeezing the thick pink bud from its swollen pink home.

"Oooh! Keep doing that!" Kazehana's free hand went to her other tit, this one getting the finger-and-thumb treatment as she twisted the fat gumdrop around. "Fuck!"

Minato lost control. His hand grabbed her hip and his hips started thrusting up, tossing his sexy Sekirei up and down. She felt like flour meeting a siv, lifting up before flopping down and spraying more of herself everywhere. Her poor pussy couldn't keep up, trying to keep her slick and wet even as Minato's cock kept juicing her.

"Kazehana!" he shouted. "You're so sexy! I love you!"

"And I love yul-!" Her proclamation was rudely interrupted by an orgasm so intense she nearly swallowed her own tongue. Her body lurched and her knees slammed shut. Her hand slipped out and she fell on her side, losing her husband's cock as she convulsed on top of him. It did, however, give Minato a view of her gaping, quivering pussy.

His confidence, long repressed by insecurity and brow-beatings from his mother and sister, once again gave way to feral instinct. He pushed Kazehana to the side and got to his knees. Kazehana was still wheezing and coughing from the intensity of her orgasm, her face an absolute mess of tears, sweat and renegade strands of her black hair. She was helpless to stop Minato folding her in half and forcing her feet against her shoulders.

"What? Oh. OH!"

Back inside her he went, trapping his Sekirei beneath his own body as he kissed her. She squealed and screeched into his mouth, harmonizing with his desperate groans and whimpers.

When the kiss broke, he didn't stop. His hips were aching, his muscles unprepared for this constant motion, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Looking down at the gorgeous woman beneath him, her smiling beaming with happiness as he desperately made love to her, every atom of his body was devoted to one thing: making her feel better than she ever had.

"Kazehana," he gasped, "I can't go back. I can't stay here! I can't not do this with you!"

"We'll move out!" She moaned as their lips crossed the gap and lit her pink wings along the floor. "Ah! As soon as Musubi comes back, oh! We'll buy a house!"

Her superhuman legs forced him to let them go, so she could lock her ankles behind his back.

"A house… For all... Our kids!" Her eyes fluttered as, without legs, his hands had nothing keeping them off her tits. "So… Fuck…"

She wasn't used to the dirty words Minato coaxed from her mouth. It only made her legs squeeze him tighter.

"K-Kazehana…" Minato's thrusts began to grow wilder, his legs starting to shake.

"Minatooo-!" Kazehana's voice rose in pitch as her eyes rolled back.

"I'm…"

"I'm-!"

They kissed and exploded, along with Kazehana's wings. The two lovers lay bundled in a cocoon of flesh and locked lips as Minato pumped Kazehana full of seed. It flooded her, filling her up, demanding she become pregnant with his child; her pussy guzzled up every drop. Their legs shook and contracted, every spare drop of blood going to their loins to power their shared climax. Miraculously, Kazehana's wings retracted and emerged a second time, sending her into a brief bout of lurching, heavenly spasms.

After what seemed far too short a time, their thunder in their blood went away. The two were left making out with each other, their hips clutched between the other's legs. Neither wanted it to end. The embers of their passion stirred their hands into exploring each other's bodies, gently memorizing what had been so close yet so far away for so long.

Keep the wish, Musubi, Kazehana thought dreamily. I have everything I want right here.

Eventually, the two parted and looked into each other's eyes, framed by flushed and sweaty features.

"So," Kazehana said, her legs falling limp.

"So," Minato repeated.

She giggled. "I think we'd better find some ibuprofin and some food before anything else."

Wincing, Minato pushing himself upright, which Kazehana took as a chance to take his hand and press it to her sternum.

"Can you feel it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. "I've never been so happy. It's like I've never known what I wanted until you showed it to me."

Reeling his arm in until he was laying on top of her again, Kazehana put a hand to his chest and kissed him one more time. "I love you, Minato."

"And I love you, Kazehana."

This time, she pushed his chest to help him up. Minato returned the gesture by extending a hand and pulling her up in turn.

"I'll do the laundry, you find the painkillers and make some sandwiches," he said.

She put a hand on her hip. "Did you just tell me to get back to the kitchen?"

He froze. "Uhhh…"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Do I look like a simple little housewife to you?"

He swallowed, his eyes darting to her heavyset breasts. "...No?"

She giggled and looped her arms around his head, kissing him again. "Not yet, anyway. Besides, I promised Uzume I'd make tea for everyone."

He nodded. "Then it's settled."

He turned and walked away while Kazehana checked her phone. No texts from Uzume yet.

"And, Minato?"

He paused while crouching down to pick up his pants. "Hm?"

"Don't take too long." She levered her arms to press her heavyset breasts together. "I want you to play with me more before Miya gets back."

He frowned. "Then, what's the point of me doing laundry?"

"Exactly, " she said, before sashaying past him… and failing to spot the shadow peaking down from within a shifted ceiling panel, its hand slick with pussy juice and its glasses gleaming with devilish intent.

I am so glad they forgot I was here, it thought, before turning around and slipping down to the floor...

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