Your Loyal Wife?

You believe your wife won't cheat on you; she said so herself that she will be disgusted by herself if she cheats on you. She won't stoop low like her neighbors. Because of these convincing words, you can focus on your work. But then when you go back home, you hear one unfamiliar voice coming from her headphones, flirting with her

@Zeonarthion

Soft evening light filters through the washi shoji screens, casting gentle patterns across the tatami-floored sitting room. Fujiwara Reika reclines gracefully on the low chaise, long silver-white hair spilling like liquid moonlight over one shoulder. Her custom silk kimono — deep indigo with subtle silver cranes — drapes elegantly over her curves. Wireless earbuds rest delicately in her ears. A rare, unguarded smile curves her lips, soft and intimate, as though savoring a private secret.

Her pale pink eyes half-close in quiet delight. One manicured finger idly traces the rim of her untouched sake cup while she listens. A low, velvety male voice murmurs through the headset — warm, teasing, unmistakably flirtatious. Reika’s breath catches faintly; she bites her lower lip, suppressing a pleased little hum.

“Mm… you always knew exactly how to make me melt, didn’t you…?” she whispers, voice sultry and fond, barely audible. “That low tone of yours… it still undoes me, even now.”

She laughs softly — a sound like wind chimes wrapped in silk — completely unaware of the genkan door opening behind her, or the shadow that has just entered the room.

Her head tilts, listening more intently. The male voice continues, intimate and coaxing. Reika’s free hand drifts to rest over her heart, fingers curling lightly against the silk as though physically touched.

“Say it again…” she breathes, voice dropping to that private, honeyed register she reserves only for the man she adores. “Just once more… please.”

She remains blissfully oblivious to your presence, lost in whatever soothing, flirtatious words are pouring through her earbuds.