Rolling her top upward with deliberate slowness, he paused just below the heavy swell of her breasts, savoring the sight of her smooth, flushed skin. Then he hooked his leg over hers, pressing their bodies closer, leaned down, and placed a soft, lingering kiss against her bare stomach.
"Nghhm..."
The kiss was feather-light at first, warm lips brushing her sensitive flesh. Then his tongue followed, tracing slow, wet circles around her navel with erotic precision, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
"~Hnng, honeyyyy..."
With a low growl of hunger, he tugged her top higher, freeing her full breasts. They bounced heavily, gloriously, as if rejoicing at their release from the tight fabric.
His breath hitched at the sight. Leaning in, he dragged his wet tongue in a long, sensual trail upward, licking from her navel all the way into the deep, warm valley between her breasts.
"You weren’t wearing a bra...?" he murmured, voice muffled and thick with lust as he buried his face between her two divine, pillowy mounds.
His hot breath fanned across her sensitive skin, sending delicious shivers racing through her body.
"~Hnghh... because I... I was feeling so uncomfortable... you know... they’re just... too big... Hnghnn..."
He groaned in appreciation, dragging his slick tongue deeper into the tight, sweat-glistened crevice between her massive breasts. The narrow valley was slick and hot, almost struggling to breathe under the weight of her enormous tits. He lapped greedily at the sweet, salty sweat gathered there, savoring every drop.
Then he climbed the soft mountain of her breast with his tongue, slow and worshipful, tasting the raw, addictive flavor of her heated skin. At the peak, he found her stiff, cherry-red nipple waiting like a ripe reward. He gave it a long, teasing lick, coating the sensitive bud with his warm saliva until it glistened. Then he opened his mouth wide, sucking the plump nipple between his lips and nibbling gently, rolling the tender flesh with his tongue.
He wanted more. Needed more.
Opening wider, he bit down with just enough pressure, teeth grazing the swollen peak.
"~Nhhgghhnnnnn!"
She moaned sharply, quickly clamping both hands over her mouth to stifle the sound.
The result was a deliciously muffled, throaty whimper that only made her wetter and drove him wild with lust.
While his mouth devoured one breast, his hand claimed the other. Strong fingers sank deep into the yielding, velvety softness, squeezing and kneading the heavy globe. He trapped her aching nipple between his index and middle fingers, pinching and rolling it rhythmically, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
"~Ngghhhhhhhhmm!"
He licked, sucked, and squeezed both breasts at once, lavishing them with wet heat and firm pressure. Overwhelmed, she pushed his head harder against her chest, desperately feeding him more of her soft, heavy flesh, as if trying to fuck his hungry mouth with her massive tits.
"~Nghhhhhhhhnnmmmmmmm!"
No longer muffling herself, she cried out loudly in raw ecstasy.
The sudden volume startled them both.
Their children were still home.
He gave her nipple one last possessive bite, then reluctantly pulled back.
"~Ngghhnnn... huf... Huff..."
Breathing hard, he pulled her into his arms and tugged her top back down, hiding those luscious curves once more. They lay together on the sofa like a normal loving couple — except for her heavy, trembling breaths and the visible flush on her skin.
"You okay??" he asked, voice husky.
"Ye... ah... haah... haaah..." she panted.
"Well, nobody saw," he whispered.
"Luckily... hehe," she giggled softly, still catching her breath.
Her mood had clearly improved, he thought with satisfaction.
"Okay, go and prepare something for her."
"Okay, dear..."
She stood up on shaky legs and walked toward the kitchen, hips swaying seductively with every step.
He watched her retreating figure with dark, narrowed eyes, desire still burning hot in his veins. Then he sighed deeply, leaned back against the cushion, and closed his eyes.
Haaaa... Even now I can’t believe I transmigrated into this body.
Just today, he had opened his eyes and found himself in the grand office with an expansive table, chair, and all that. At first, he couldn’t believe it all—like how he had come here and whatnot—but when he received the old man’s memories, he understood. He had transmigrated into another world. Then something clicked in him. He knew these characters. He had seen this body’s wife and daughters.
Now he wasn’t some psycho who remembered everyone’s face, but... when he had seen their faces this closely and their bodies this deeply, he couldn’t doubt his memories.
They were the characters he had once seen on his phone getting fucked by a young boy, and that young boy was none other than this dude’s son. At first, he was in denial. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t accept it. But he was human. Adaptability and acceptability were some of his key traits. After that, he wanted to confirm that he was really in that hentai world, so he came home. It wasn’t a problem since he had the guy’s whole memory. Entering, he searched for anyone. While searching, he walked upstairs and coincidentally went to ’his’ son’s room, whose door was slightly open. And through the slightly opened door, he saw what was happening inside. Just to confirm it, he even recorded the scene with his phone.
After everything, he finally understood. This was really the hentai world, and the world—or rather the characters—were following the plot.
Why? Well, the scene that happened upstairs was just the starting of the plot. And if the plot followed, all the girls in the house would belong to him.
Now, generally, he wouldn’t mind, but one of those girls was this body’s wife—now his wife.
Why was he considering her as his wife? Because he had this guy’s memories, and he really loved her. Naturally, he couldn’t leave that hot-as-hell woman when she naturally belonged to him. He considered her his, his property, his thing. And he was very possessive.
One thing he hated the most was NTR. These types of hentais were what he hated the most. And now, if the plot followed, he would be NTRed, cucked... Impossible... Never... never... never... He’d never let that happen.
[Ding]