Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Secrets Not Captured on Video (2)
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─The Truth Not Captured on the Video Tape
After filming the video to lure in Fubuki's husband—Hitoshi, or whatever his name was.
I cleanly parted ways with the snow woman mother and daughter.
Well, I tried to.
"See ya."
"Y-Yeah, you too, lame uncle..."
"If you're gonna say it, make it 'big bro' instead of uncle."
"Okaay♥ Lame big bro♥"
Why'd she keep the 'lame' part?
"Sorry. Because of me, you got dragged into all this nonsense..."
"Nah, it's fine. My fault too, and it was pretty fun anyway."
"You seemed pretty used to filming videos, though. Ever done anything like this before?"
"Just a coincidence."
That was right up until I said goodbye to the snow woman sisters and turned to Fubuki.
"Hehe, Takuya. Thanks for putting up with all that for my sake today."
"No problem. It was a pretty fun experience."
And I meant that sincerely. A video with an NTR concept to cuck her husband? For someone like me who'd only ever shot the real deal, it was a genuinely entertaining change of pace.
Someone might say faking it isn't as fun as the real thing, but considering how those ambiguous scenes would toy with the viewer's emotions—shaking like reeds in the wind—these kinds of concept videos seemed plenty thrilling too.
Anyway, we were wrapping up on that warm, fuzzy note, ready to part ways cleanly.
"Oh, wait a sec before you go, Takuya."
Until Fubuki suddenly pulled something from her pocket and handed it to me.
What she gave me was a small note.
A note? I thought, already unfolding it to read.
"Well, see you later, Takuya~"
"Yeah, take care."
But she hopped right into her car, so I didn't check it until after waving off the snow woman duo and being left alone in the factory.
When I finally did, all I could do was grin crookedly.
[Tomorrow at 7...]
The note was a blatant sex invite—obvious even to a eunuch.
I smirked at the content for a moment.
'She seemed like she really loved her husband, though.'
Regaining the reason I'd abandoned to my lower half, I tried to think rationally...
'Guess she just fell for my dick.'
But that was as far as I got.
Ah, damn, why am I getting hard again? What am I supposed to do?
'Still, better safe than sorry—I'll gear up lightly just in case.'
Luckily, my paranoia proved unfounded.
The next day, I headed to the spot on Fubuki's note, and there it was: a motel.
So blatant a choice that I had to admit my worries were overblown.
As I stood there eyeing the place, someone tapped me from behind.
-Tap tap.
Turning around, it was, of course, Fubuki.
"Hehe♥ You came♥?"
She wore a wicked, suggestive smile as I turned.
'Was she always like this?'
She'd seemed more refined and gentle before.
Well, everyone has their hidden sides.
Thinking that, I grabbed the ass of the woman—no, the bitch—clinging to me.
-Squeeze.
"Ahhn♥ Pervert♥"
We got a room and headed inside. The moment the door shut, I groped her massive tits like toys and asked,
"Hah, you really like my dick that much?"
"Yeah♥ So make a mess of me again♥"
Fubuki was just in heat, plain and simple.
I smiled at her words.
"As much as you want."
My cock was already throbbing, rock-hard and impatient.
Fubuki was utterly fed up with her husband.
He didn't work, just sat in front of the TV drinking all day, mooching allowance money from their pathetic daughter for horse races.
The husband she'd fallen for wasn't this loser—it was the energetic guy from his stock trading days.
She'd begged him to get a job, praised him, tried everything to reignite his drive, but nothing worked.
She was completely done with him.
At least their daughter's earnings kept the household afloat without worry.
'Is this why I married this guy...?'
She couldn't help thinking it.
Divorce? Easier said than done.
The snow woman village was tight-knit and conservative.
Getting divorced would be tough, and life after even tougher.
Stuck in half-regret, unable to leave, her daughter suggested a job.
Feeling guilty relying on her kid, Fubuki accepted—but without much thought.
[Sorry for the late intro. I'm Mori Takuya.]
Even meeting the boss felt the same.
But watching Takuya work changed that.
"Oh, like this then—ah, that doesn't work. How about..."
He reminded her of her old husband.
He had the passion her man had lost.
Naturally, she took a liking to him. But that was it—until she drank the beverage he gave her.
Her simple fondness exploded into an urge for a secret rendezvous.
Slurp♥ Gulp♥ Slurp♥
And he wasn't bad at sex—he was a pro.
She wondered what woman had trained him so well.
"Haa...♥ Haa...♥"
"Looks like we're warmed up now."
No time for questions right now.
This was her time not as a mother of two...
"Strip."
...but as a bitch in heat.
"Yess♥"
Swish~
-Plop.
Being pampered as a female by her male—that was her joy now.
She shed her clothes, but what appeared wasn't just bare skin.
Well, skin was there, but...
"Hah, where'd you even get something like this?"
"Felt like you'd like it♥"
Fubuki wore a swimsuit—or scraps of fabric barely covering the essentials.
I chuckled at the sight.
'Yup, sex was all she had in mind today.'
Good thing my worries about ulterior motives were baseless.
I admired her swimsuit getup inwardly.
"Hehe♥ Stop staring and let's wash up first?"
Maybe because I'd been silently ogling, she turned shyly toward the bathroom.
Before she could, I hugged her tight from behind.
"Satisfy mine first."
-Ziiiip.
I unzipped, pulling out my fully engorged cock.
went to thrust into her pussy—but swimsuit.
I could force it, but...
'Wanna try something new...'
Craving novelty, I skipped the igloo pussy for her thighs—like chicken instead of pheasant.
Sumata it was.
'Cool texture's a fresh vibe.'
Her chilly thighs gripped my hot shaft, the contrast thrilling.
Slide♥ Slide♥
I rocked my hips between them, savoring the new sensation.
No chafing worries—her pussy had been dripping since she stripped.
As I enjoyed it—
Squeeze♥
"Whoa!"
A cold hand suddenly stroked my glans and shaft.
Peeking forward, Fubuki was rubbing them gently.
Before I could ask what she was doing—
"You like this more, right, Takuya♥?"
Spot-on logic. I nodded, lost in her cool thighs and tender handjob, until I came.
-Spurt! Spurt! Spluuurt!
Post-nut, I checked the floor.
Didn't want to slip on it later.
But barely any cum hit the ground.
Fubuki had scooped up what should've splattered, feeding it to herself.
"Your cum's so warm~♥"
That reignited my dick—bigger than before.
Feeling it, Fubuki giggled.
"Let's do the rest in the shower♥?"
I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the bathroom.