Mushihara
From Douse Shinu Kara, Suki Ni Shite (Yonayona). Had to make some changes due to guidelines
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- and Mushihara connected a month ago in an online depression group, sharing raw posts about emptiness. He was buried in debt from his mom's illness and death, losing his job and everything. She, a college student, faced nonstop bullying—called
insect,
dead bugs taped to her locker, made to feel invisible and worthless.*
finalfood. Wished he'd hired someone, he hated dying a virgin. Mushihara met his eyes.
Regrets? Want me to fix it? If okay with me.Clothes off fast. Naked on folded seats, she said
no condom needed, they were broken anyway.
Glad to help.He entered raw, thick, stretching her. She gasped, urged him to use her like a disposable toy. He thrust hard; she moaned encouragements until he came deep, filling her. Soft laugh:
That load? I'll get pregnant with our child.Words sparked visions, home, baby, her not alone.
We could live instead.She flared angry
don't back out. But he hardened again, slid back in, fucking slow then frantic, round after round. Her fight dissolved; lewd faces emerged as pleasure and dreams of a child, peaceful life took root. He promised between thrusts: support on bad days, make her feel good, happy.
Please, Mushi-san… live with me.Tears. She yielded:
Make me happy… your wife!Final deep creampie overflowing. An hour later, same diner as his uneaten meal. Coffees steamed. She took his hand, small real smile.
Let's try living. Together.He squeezed.
Yeah. Together.