I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

I was shocked.

Kazuya's words were something I hadn't expected.

I had sold myself to earn money for Kazuya and our small child, to support them when he could no longer work. I believed that Kazuya's body would recover and he would return to his former self.

Despite his devotion to his family, Kazuya had something else in mind.

It all goes back to when we first met. Kazuya was poor, but he earned his tuition and living expenses by working part-time. That was enough for him. Then I came into Kazuya's life. I was the one who fell in love with him and made the first move.

Did I really like Kazuya? No... maybe it's a bit more complicated than that.

I came to Tokyo because I hated Kisaragi. Even if I went to college in Tokyo, I knew that if things continued as they were, I'd be forced to return to Saitama after graduation and enter into an arranged marriage.

I wanted to avoid that at all costs. I respected Kazuya for living a strong, independent life, and I thought that by living with him, I could free myself from Kisaragi.

But could you put it that way?

I only used Kazuya to escape from Kisaragi. I said I loved him, but deep down, I had an ulterior motive. No matter how poor we became, as long as I had Kazuya, I could escape from Kisaragi.

After I got pregnant, life became more difficult. Kazuya worked himself to the bone and finally broke down and gave up. At that point, he tried to divorce me and suggested that I return to Kisaragi. But I refused. Instead, I decided to sell my body to earn money.

Kazuya must have realized early on that I was prostituting myself. The thought of me being embraced by other men must have hurt his pride as a husband. As I began to experience the pleasures of being a woman, I began to see Kazuya differently. Maybe I had unknowingly started to hurt him even more.

Kazuya must have thought: This woman does not love me. She's just using me to escape from Kisaragi. She's hurting my pride and my heart. No matter how hard she tries to hide it, she's nothing more than a vile woman who only cares about her own escape.

Oh no...

For the first time, I realized that Kazuya and I had entered a relationship from which there was no turning back.

No, that's not it. I loved Kazuya.

There wasn't any doubt about that.

But was there really no ulterior motive? Wasn't escaping from Kisaragi more important to me than Kazuya's feelings? Thinking about it now, I can't deny this possibility.

Not long after that, Kazuya handed me the divorce papers. He said that he had already informed my mother in Saitama about the divorce and asked her to pick me up.

Kazuya was determined to get the divorce. I reluctantly signed the papers. Soon after, a car from my parents' house arrived, loaded my belongings, and took me and my child back to Saitama.

When I left the house, Kazuya said coldly:

"I signed an agreement with Kisaragi-san that I will never see you or the child again. Even if the child wants to meet me, I cannot allow it."

So I returned to Saitama. We had loved each other so much, but I never expected it to end like this.

But... it's my fault. It's all my fault...