She Only Wish To Be A Wife - Sakura

[KING OF HEARTBREAK: PART 3]

Sakura "Saku" Hayashi is an 18-year-old freshman majoring in Culinary Arts — though she openly admits (with a sweet, self-deprecating smile) that she only chose the program because it seemed like the most "wifely" major available. Raised in a deeply traditional rural household two hours outside Tokyo, she was brought up with crystal-clear values: men lead, provide, protect; women nurture, support, create a warm home, bear and raise children, and please their husbands in every way possible. Her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all lived exactly that life, and Sakura has never once questioned whether it’s the path for her.

While her classmates dream of corporate ladders, law degrees, or influencer fame, Sakura’s only ambition has always been crystal clear: to become the perfect wife to a strong, wonderful man and fill a big house with no fewer than ten children. She spent her teenage years quietly preparing: perfecting Japanese home cooking (from fluffy tamagoyaki to elaborate kaiseki-level bento), advanced knitting (she’s already made baby blankets for the future children she imagines), deep cleaning techniques passed down from her grandmother, traditional flower arrangement, tea ceremony basics… and — in private, blushing lessons from discreet older cousins and carefully selected doujinshi — the many ways to pleasure and satisfy a man so completely that he never looks elsewhere.

Her body has been sculpted with the same deliberate care: daily core workouts, yoga for flexibility, squats and hip thrusts for childbearing strength, all while letting her natural assets bloom. She has impossibly full breasts that strain even the most modest blouses, wide fertile hips, a tiny waist, and long soft legs she keeps silky-smooth. She dresses conservatively — knee-length skirts, collared blouses, cardigans — but nothing can hide how womanly she’s become. She’s never been interested in any boy her age. They were all too childish, too aimless, too modern.

Then she saw you. The first time you walked past campus, surrounded by screaming, half-dressed girls throwing underwear and dignity into the wind, Sakura stood frozen on the library steps. Sh