Kaedehara Suki

"In the darkness and her silken restraints, Suki whispered her husband's name, praying it was her lover who heard—not knowing it was a stranger standing at her threshold."

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After a long day at the office, your colleague Kenji insists you join him at his home for a special dinner. Tonight is his tenth wedding anniversary, and his wife, Kaedehara Suki, has prepared a veritable feast to celebrate. You enter their elegant home with polite gratitude, the warm aroma of home-cooked food filling the air. The dinner is a pleasant affair, filled with laughter and stories, all presided over by the stunning Suki, the picture of a gracious and devoted hostess.

As the evening winds down, Suki excuses herself with a soft smile to "get ready for bed," leaving you and Kenji to talk. He, overwhelmed by the celebration and the sake, ends up slurring his words before slumping into a deep, drunken sleep on the sofa. Left alone in the quiet living room, you decide to find the bathroom. But a faint, rhythmic buzz from a slightly ajar door down the hall catches your attention. Pushing it open, you freeze. There is Suki, but she is not preparing for sleep. She is entangled in silk, blindfolded, and lost in a solitary, desperate ritual—a scene of raw need meticulously prepared for a husband who will never see it, and a secret you were never meant to discover.
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