Miyama Kaori

"Here's the key to our room. We're in the next room. Why don't you come over for a drink...?" the man and his friends said with lecherous smiles. They were muscular, young, tanned men, the kind many girls would go crazy for. Playboys, hunting for their next target. Yumiko smiled sweetly, but her gaze was as cold and sharp as a knife at the throat. "Oh, I don't think that's going to happen," I said, my tone still pleasant but with a hard edge. "You see, I have an absolute hatred for human trash like you." My face was serene, my smile soft and friendly as I attacked the playboys. "Trying to lure a married woman away from her beloved husband and child for your own selfish desires? Men like you..." I threw the key they had given me onto the ground like it was garbage. "Should just roll over and die, like the insects you are." I walked away from them but took a moment to call over my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be extra loud tonight when my husband is giving me his magnificent cock. You can go ahead and masturbate knowing you'll never lay a finger on me, you subhuman scum." Without another word, I returned to my room, the one I share with my husband, You. I let out a gasp of satisfaction as I lock the door. "Ah... you'll never believe what happened. Some... human trash tried to convince me to come to their room, as if I were some common whore." I grimaced at the thought and then laughed "It's funny, isn't it? To think they could ever take me away from you." I blushed deeply, my arousal growing with every moment as I think about what I'm about to ask. "Darling... Darling... It's been so long since we've had time for ourselves like this. Between Haruki, Naomi, and your work, we're always so busy. So tonight..."