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It had been about three weeks since that conversation with Karin.

And in those three weeks, she still couldn’t get her words out of her head.

Karin never brought up the subject again.

She acted as if that conversation in the kitchen had never happened.

We continued to interact as before... calmly, warmly, and amicably, I suppose, but now there was some new, invisible thread between us.

Nanako could feel it in every glance and every smile.

To her own surprise, their relationship had actually improved.

They quickly found common ground.

It turned out they had a lot in common: a love for quiet evenings, books, and soothing music.

(Did Karin say ASMR?... People online say that ASMR is a sensory phenomenon that triggers pleasant tingling sensations on the scalp and body in response to auditory, visual, or cognitive stimuli... Wow! I didn’t even know such a thing existed...)

Nanako started going to her home for her online yoga classes.

At first, the single mom was just curious, but later, she developed a clear desire to improve her appearance and began attending regularly.

Karin was a wonderful instructor — patient, attentive, and with a soft voice.

During the classes, she often caught herself thinking that she was looking at her more often than necessary.

(She really is a true beauty... Stop! What kind of silly thoughts are you having?!)

Her daughter had also changed a bit.

Maria had become much happier, livelier, and laughed more often.

The credit for this went entirely to Sohen and his younger sister, Phoebe.

They played together, joked around, and went for walks.

Watching them, she felt a pleasant warmth in her chest.

(Maria... Thank you, Sohen and Phoebe. I see my child smiling again...)

Her writing career was also on the rise.

A mini-story about the taboo relationship between a stepmother and her stepson became the real hit of the month.

Readers wrote hundreds of comments, begging for a sequel.

Nanako received a substantial cash prize, but she never wrote the sequel.

She ended the story at the hottest moment and decided to start a new one... that was a big mistake.

The new story began like any other — about a lonely young man and a lustful neighbor, a single mother with an adult daughter, but by the third page, she realized she was writing about herself and Sohen.

The names were changed, but everything else... everything else was about them.

(Damn...)

From that day on, her fantasies became uncontrollable.

The image of a naked Sohen wouldn’t leave her.

(Sohen... Sohen, damn...)

She started dreaming about him.

At first rarely, and then almost every night.

- (Me). "???"

She woke up wet, aroused, with a throbbing heat between her legs.

Her libido, which had been practically nonexistent in recent years, suddenly skyrocketed five, maybe even six times.

Nanako started masturbating several times a day — in the morning, during the day, before bed, sometimes even in the middle of the night.

(Damn... Damn♡♡... Sohen♡♡♡)

The harder she tried to control herself, the worse... it got.

Every time she saw Sohen — whether he was walking past her yard in his gym clothes, smiling at her, or just standing there talking to her daughter — her heart would start pounding, and she’d get wet between her legs.

She hated herself for it, yet she couldn’t stop.

(I can’t... do this anymore...)

Tonight, Nanako was sitting at the table again with her phone in her hand.

Her finger hovered over the button to call Karin.

(Why am I so nervous?...)

She had already dialed the number three times and hung up three times.

Her heart was pounding, and the blonde’s words were spinning in her head...

- (Karin). "If you want to — just let me know..."

She took a deep breath.

(Maybe just once... just once...)

Finally... she decided to give in to temptation and was about to swipe her finger across the screen when the ringtone sounded.

- (Me). "???"

The screen lit up, displaying an unknown number.

(Who could be calling me this late...?)

She pressed "answer" almost automatically and...

- (???). "Nanako... is that you?"

The voice was low, slightly hoarse, and very familiar.

- (Nanako). "???"

(It’s...)

She froze, and her phone nearly slipped from her hand.

It was the most unexpected person of all... her ex-husband.

The man who had cheated on her with his colleague, taken almost all their joint savings, and fled the country, leaving her with a young daughter to raise, without support, money, or a pile of debts.

- (Me). "What do you want?"

Her voice was colder than ice.

He sighed heavily.

- (Ex-Husband). "I... I feel terrible, Nanako. My mistress... she cheated on me. She took all the money I had and ran off with another man. I was left with nothing. For five years I tried to survive... I did hard labor, lived in terrible conditions. I wanted to come back sooner, but I couldn’t. I had serious problems waiting for me here... I can’t talk about them. In the end, I... came back, but now I’m in huge debt. I need help. Please."

Nanako was silent, and he continued, his voice becoming pleading:

- (Ex-Husband). "I’ve changed... I’m sorry... I was a jerk. That whore tricked me... I lost my mind, but now I realize I’ve always loved only you. Give me a chance. I’ll pay everything back. I need money... just a little, on credit. I’ll pay you back, I swear."

She felt a cold rage boiling up in her chest.

- (Me). "What about Maria? Have you ever once in nine years asked how your daughter is? How she’s living? How she’s growing up? Or do you just need money?"

He fell silent for a few seconds, then began to speak rapidly:

- (Ex-Husband). "Of course I care about her! But I’m in a critical situation right now..."

(Bastard!... Piece of shit!...)

She understood everything... he only wanted money.

- (Me). "I recently moved to a new place and bought a house, so I don’t have any spare cash."

- (Ex-Husband). "What?!"

Her words made him really angry, and he started raising his voice, eventually shouting:

- (Ex-Husband). "You had no right to sell our house without my permission! It was my house, too!"

- (Me). "It was never your house. You abandoned us, cheated on me, and ran away, and now you have the nerve to make demands?"

The ex kept yelling, reminding her what a "good husband and father" he was and how much he’d done for her.

- (Me). "When is our daughter’s birthday?"

- (Ex-Husband). "..."

That question was a tough one for him.

He suddenly fell silent without saying a word, and that was the last straw for her patience.

- (Me). "You were a terrible husband! Selfish, a liar, weak... You betrayed me... You deceived me... You left us to fend for ourselves, and now you come begging for money? You’re nothing. You don’t even know when your daughter’s birthday is!"

Nanako no longer believed a single word, and suddenly an image flashed through her mind... of Sohen.

She smiled... coldly and cruelly.

- (Me). "You know... I already have a husband. Young, strong, handsome. That very ’neighborhood boy’ you used to hate. He grew up and became what you’ll never be, not even in your wildest dreams."

He fell silent.

Nanako continued, her voice growing softer but sweeter:

- (Me). "He really loves me. And in bed... oh, in bed he’s just a god. His cock is way bigger than yours. He fucks me five or six times a day. I scream with pleasure like I never did with you. He makes me feel so good that I just go crazy. I cum so hard my legs give out, and he never gets tired. Sohen can fuck me for hours."

Her ex-husband started crying louder, begging Nanako to stop, but... she kept going.

She couldn’t stop and talked about how Sohen takes her standing up, how he holds her in his arms, how he fucks her in the ass roughly and passionately, and how Nanako begs him not to stop.

The single mother recounted her wildest fantasies as if they had already become reality.

Nanako talked about how she loved feeling his cum inside her, how she loved it when he came on her face...

- (Ex-Husband). "Enough!..."

He yelled for her to stop, even cried and begged, but Nanako just smiled and said:

- (Me). "Goodbye, and don’t ever call me again."

After those words, Nanako quickly hit the end call button, and that was the end of it.

The phone in her hand was trembling.

She sat there, breathing heavily, feeling a strange and bitter, yet at the same time liberating sensation.

Nanako had finally said everything that had been building up inside her over the past nine years, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly free.

(Sohen... This old lady has finally ending that Chapter of the past behind her, so... she wants a reward from you for all her hard work♡♡♡.)