Midnight Affairs: Tokyo Secret Wives Club

POV: Yua Kanzaki

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

This morning, just before the meeting, Fuyumi came to me with that sly smile. She said she was planning something big....something daring. Asked if I could handle the executive floor, and cameras there.

I was baffled. Fuyumi? Managing cameras? She never even cared about such details.

Curiosity gnawed at me, so I pressed. "What's this about? Why do you want the cameras off?"

She just smiled that wicked smile....half tease, half promise. "You'll like whatever you see." Then, without another word, she gave me the green light.

I shrugged it off....this meeting was too important to get distracted.

___

When I stepped out of the boardroom, Fuyumi had already vanished.

"Hmm... ? Where could she have gonhawithout saying a word? "

Then it clicked....her request. I headed straight to my office and pulled up the live feed.

And there she was.

Naked. Standing before the mirror in Riku's cabin.

She was admiring herself....slow, deliberate. Then, as if rehearsing a seduction, she slipped on the clothes she'd prepared earlier: a skirt so tight and short that her ass was on full display, and a sheer white blouse that struggled to contain her breasts, teasing with every breath.

That bitch.

I thought. I've given her too much freedom.

She was clearly preparing for Riku.

And I admit… I felt a flicker of anticipation. I wanted to see his reaction.

Then, out of nowhere, she caught my eye.

The camera.

Her gaze locked with the lens....mischievous, almost mocking.

With a devilish grin, she flipped the lights off.

"You slut," I muttered under my breath, fury and something darker churning inside me.

Still, I regained my composure and waited silently.

Then the glass door slid open.

Riku stepped in, a hint of confusion on his face. The room was dark; the door ajar.

He moved to the light switch.

Before he could reach it, Fuyumi struck....pouncing with precision and hunger.

Their lips crashed together like wild animals.

I watched, frozen and yet… uncomfortably stirred, as he grasped her hips, his hands roaming possessively.

The kiss deepened, desperate and claiming.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while he slid his hands lower, cupping and spanking her bare ass with slow, deliberate slaps.

I wanted to look away, but couldn't.

Their breath mingled, heavy and ragged.

Fuyumi's hands explored his chest, trailing lower, unbuttoning his pants, exposing him inch by inch.

I caught every glance, every subtle move.

___

I was wondering if I was really starting to like him.

I found myself craving what that girl had, the freedom, the reckless abandon. I wanted to be in her place, doing exactly what she was doing with him... But no. I couldn't go that low. Not me.

Lost in my own thoughts, I was jolted by a surprised gasp from my hidden speaker. Then what I saw next made my eyes practically bulge.

I should have looked away.

But my eyes were glued.

There, on full display, was his rock-hard cock.

Long. Thick. Impossibly large.

I couldn't help it....I let out a soft, almost unconscious moan.

Am I a slut too? No. Definitely not.

Then I caught that bitch's gaze, directed at me through the secret camera, teasing, daring.

She started licking it, trying to take him in her mouth.

Or at least trying, because it was clear she couldn't fit him all the way.

That made me a little happy.

This bitch… even she couldn't take all of him.

I felt a strange pride, like I'd already won, like she couldn't handle the cock of my lover... my husband... or whatever he was to me.

Just then, something flickered at the edge of the screen.

I leaned forward, squinting.

A sudden blur.

Then… a tail?

What the hell....

A soft, cream-furred shape wandered across the office doorway, elegant and slow like she owned the damn place.

Momo. That fat, spoiled Persian cat of Fuyumi's.

For a second, the tension in my jaw slackened. It was so absurd it almost shattered the moment.

The door must've been left slightly ajar. That's all it took for Momo to slip inside like an uninvited spectator, padding along the carpet like she was part of the drama.

She rubbed against the frame.

Neither of them noticed her at first.

They were too locked in, too immersed in whatever sick, electric thing was unraveling between them.

And for a split second, I wondered...

Would a damn cat ruin this? Or make it more real?

Riku noticed her first. A glance downward. His expression didn't change, but I saw the flicker of recognition.

Fuyumi followed, and....

She laughed.

Just a breath. Not joy. Not amusement. Just… surprised relief.

She picked Momo up like it was nothing. Like she wasn't kneeling in front of her junior. Like she wasn't flushed and exposed, caught in something dangerously close to a line no wife should ever cross.

Momo blinked at the screen.

So did I.

The moment was broken, but only slightly. The tension still coiled under it all, like a wire pulled too tight.

I leaned back, jaw tight again.

Even the cat wasn't enough to stop her.

Then his voice cut through, low and rough.

"Let me help you."

In this position, it sounded impossibly arousing.

He began to thrust slowly, inch by inch.

And then, he pushed all the way in, right to her vocal cords.

I found my thoughts spiraling.

Could I do that? Could I open my mouth wide enough to take him in fully?

I unconsciously measured how far I could stretch.

Embarrassed, I snapped myself out of it.

No.

I really needed to stop.

___

I was still lost in my spiraling thoughts... half mortified, half... something else, when the door suddenly creaked open.

I straightened up immediately, ready to unleash hell on whoever dared barge in without knocking.

But I froze.

Fuyumi.

Of course.

That smug grin was already tugging at her lips as she quietly shut the door behind her.

"Well, someone enjoyed the show," she said with mock innocence, eyeing me from head to toe.

"You bitch," I hissed, cheeks instantly heating. "I didn't know you'd go that far."

Fuyumi just sauntered over, peeling off her blazer like she hadn't just nearly committed a workplace felony. "Don't even try to lie. Your face is flushed, your blouse is wrinkled, and you looked like a deer caught mid-daydream when I walked in."

Then she leaned in closer with a wicked smile. "Don't tell me... you were imagining yourself in my place?"

I opened my mouth, ready to deny it with every fiber of my professional being, but no words came out.

"I knew it!" she squealed triumphantly. "Yua, you dirty girl!"

"Oh, shut up," I groaned, as I would never accept this.

Fuyumi dropped into the chair opposite me like it was girl's night and not post-sexual chaos. "But seriously, wasn't he just... ugh....so manly? The way he grabbed me? Held me like he owned me? I swear my knees are still weak."

I stared at her shamelessness. "That part where you gagged? I genuinely thought you were going to pass out."

She laughed. "And he didn't even flinch! Like he knew he was too much to handle and just waited for me to tap out."

I rolled my eyes. "Too much is an understatement. That thing should be registered as a lethal weapon."

Fuyumi gave a dramatic sigh, tossing her hair. "God, the length... the thickness... the curve."

"Stop it," I warned, holding up a hand, though a smile was tugging at my lips now.

"Why?" she asked sweetly. "Getting ideas?"

I shook my head, laughing despite myself. "You're shameless."

She grinned. "And you love me for it."

"I tolerate you for it."

"Same thing."

We both burst into laughter.

It was ridiculous. Completely unprofessional. But it felt like we were back in college, gossiping about some hot guy in the dorm instead of... whatever this chaos was.

But one thing was for sure: things in this office were never going to be the same again.