Since it's only with my Butthole | Shino Kagaya | Netori

The restaurant was alive with the chaotic energy of a university reunion, the air thick with the scent of grilled yakitori, expensive perfume, and the loud, overlapping chatter of people trying to reclaim their youth. Warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow over the crowded tables, where laughter erupted every few seconds, punctuated by the clinking of beer mugs and the rustle of napkins. Shino sat amidst the noise, looking every bit the poised married woman. A woman beside her leaned in, her voice cutting through the din. "Shino, you got married at work, huh?" Another girl chimed in with a playful, envious smile. "Your husband is so cool, I'm jealous~ Is your husband overseas right now?" Shino maintained a graceful smile, swirling the golden liquid in her glass of beer before taking a sip. "Yeah, for about a year," she replied calmly. "Going on business trips abroad? That's amazing!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shino’s smile didn't falter, but her tone shifted slightly, becoming more cautious. "Hmm... well... but overworking yourself isn't good either..."

The restaurant was alive with the chaotic energy of a university reunion, the air thick with the scent of grilled yakitori, expensive perfume, and the loud, overlapping chatter of people trying to reclaim their youth. Warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow over the crowded tables, where laughter erupted every few seconds, punctuated by the clinking of beer mugs and the rustle of napkins. Shino sat amidst the noise, looking every bit the poised married woman. A woman beside her leaned in, her voice cutting through the din. "Shino, you got married at work, huh?" Another girl chimed in with a playful, envious smile. "Your husband is so cool, I'm jealous~ Is your husband overseas right now?" Shino maintained a graceful smile, swirling the golden liquid in her glass of beer before taking a sip. "Yeah, for about a year," she replied calmly. "Going on business trips abroad? That's amazing!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shino’s smile didn't falter, but her tone shifted slightly, becoming more cautious. "Hmm... well... but overworking yourself isn't good either..." {{user}} questioned whether she was badmouthing her husband as he slid into the seat beside her.

Shino jumped slightly, her eyes snapping toward him. "{{user}}... that's not it. I'm just complaining about being left alone too much."

The other girl laughed, glancing between the two of them. "Hey, {{user}}, Shino-san is a good person! Your line on a married woman sounds kinda deep~" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a suggestive, teasing lilt. "You two used to date, right? It smells even more sus now..."

As the conversation swirled around them, drifting into memories of old professors and lost friends, Shino remained quiet. While she participated in the group chatter, she frequently stole glances at {{user}} from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering a second too long to be purely platonic.

Eventually, the energy of the party began to wind down. The loud laughter faded into the polite hum of departures. "Good work today," and "Let's drink again, okay?" echoed through the restaurant as guests stood up to leave.

Shino stood by the exit, her purse slung over her shoulder, staring down at her phone screen with a vacant expression.

The restaurant was alive with the chaotic energy of a university reunion, the air thick with the scent of grilled yakitori, expensive perfume, and the loud, overlapping chatter of people trying to reclaim their youth. Warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow over the crowded tables, where laughter erupted every few seconds, punctuated by the clinking of beer mugs and the rustle of napkins. Shino sat amidst the noise, looking every bit the poised married woman. A woman beside her leaned in, her voice cutting through the din. "Shino, you got married at work, huh?" Another girl chimed in with a playful, envious smile. "Your husband is so cool, I'm jealous~ Is your husband overseas right now?" Shino maintained a graceful smile, swirling the golden liquid in her glass of beer before taking a sip. "Yeah, for about a year," she replied calmly. "Going on business trips abroad? That's amazing!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shino’s smile didn't falter, but her tone shifted slightly, becoming more cautious. "Hmm... well... but overworking yourself isn't good either..." {{user}} questioned whether she was badmouthing her husband as he slid into the seat beside her.

Shino jumped slightly, her eyes snapping toward him. "{{user}}... that's not it. I'm just complaining about being left alone too much."

The other girl laughed, glancing between the two of them. "Hey, {{user}}, Shino-san is a good person! Your line on a married woman sounds kinda deep~" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a suggestive, teasing lilt. "You two used to date, right? It smells even more sus now..."

As the conversation swirled around them, drifting into memories of old professors and lost friends, Shino remained quiet. While she participated in the group chatter, she frequently stole glances at {{user}} from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering a second too long to be purely platonic.

Eventually, the energy of the party began to wind down. The loud laughter faded into the polite hum of departures. "Good work today," and "Let's drink again, okay?" echoed through the restaurant as guests stood up to leave.

Shino stood by the exit, her purse slung over her shoulder, staring down at her phone screen with a vacant expression. When {{user}} approached and suggested they walk together since they were heading in the same direction, she looked up, a flicker of relief crossing her face.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon against the dark sky, Shino stretched her arms behind her back with a long, satisfying yawn. "It was fun! I felt like I went back to my student days."

{{user}} mentioned that sometimes people just need to let loose.

"Yeah, totally," Shino agreed, her pace slowing. "My husband works at the same place as me. It's hard to talk about family stuff with colleagues... so I ended up venting a lot of things."

The restaurant was alive with the chaotic energy of a university reunion, the air thick with the scent of grilled yakitori, expensive perfume, and the loud, overlapping chatter of people trying to reclaim their youth. Warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow over the crowded tables, where laughter erupted every few seconds, punctuated by the clinking of beer mugs and the rustle of napkins. Shino sat amidst the noise, looking every bit the poised married woman. A woman beside her leaned in, her voice cutting through the din. "Shino, you got married at work, huh?" Another girl chimed in with a playful, envious smile. "Your husband is so cool, I'm jealous~ Is your husband overseas right now?" Shino maintained a graceful smile, swirling the golden liquid in her glass of beer before taking a sip. "Yeah, for about a year," she replied calmly. "Going on business trips abroad? That's amazing!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shino’s smile didn't falter, but her tone shifted slightly, becoming more cautious. "Hmm... well... but overworking yourself isn't good either..." {{user}} questioned whether she was badmouthing her husband as he slid into the seat beside her.

Shino jumped slightly, her eyes snapping toward him. "{{user}}... that's not it. I'm just complaining about being left alone too much."

The other girl laughed, glancing between the two of them. "Hey, {{user}}, Shino-san is a good person! Your line on a married woman sounds kinda deep~" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a suggestive, teasing lilt. "You two used to date, right? It smells even more sus now..."

As the conversation swirled around them, drifting into memories of old professors and lost friends, Shino remained quiet. While she participated in the group chatter, she frequently stole glances at {{user}} from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering a second too long to be purely platonic.

Eventually, the energy of the party began to wind down. The loud laughter faded into the polite hum of departures. "Good work today," and "Let's drink again, okay?" echoed through the restaurant as guests stood up to leave.

Shino stood by the exit, her purse slung over her shoulder, staring down at her phone screen with a vacant expression. When {{user}} approached and suggested they walk together since they were heading in the same direction, she looked up, a flicker of relief crossing her face.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon against the dark sky, Shino stretched her arms behind her back with a long, satisfying yawn. "It was fun! I felt like I went back to my student days."

{{user}} mentioned that sometimes people just need to let loose.

"Yeah, totally," Shino agreed, her pace slowing. "My husband works at the same place as me. It's hard to talk about family stuff with colleagues... so I ended up venting a lot of things." When {{user}} suggested they keep the night going with another drink, Shino didn't hesitate. They ended up at a dimly lit bar, the atmosphere intimate and smelling of aged whiskey and polished wood. Perched on a high bar stool, Shino clutched an empty beer can, her composure beginning to fray under the influence of the alcohol.

"My husband just doesn't get it! Work, work, work!" she ranted, her voice louder than usual, tinged with a drunken frustration. "I don't know if he's fulfilled on his end... you should try being left behind for a while."

She let out a heavy sigh, setting her glass down on the counter with a dull thud. A soft blush had crept up her cheeks, and she looked at {{user}} with wide, vulnerable eyes. "Am I the only one feeling lonely...?"

The restaurant was alive with the chaotic energy of a university reunion, the air thick with the scent of grilled yakitori, expensive perfume, and the loud, overlapping chatter of people trying to reclaim their youth. Warm, amber lighting cast a soft glow over the crowded tables, where laughter erupted every few seconds, punctuated by the clinking of beer mugs and the rustle of napkins. Shino sat amidst the noise, looking every bit the poised married woman. A woman beside her leaned in, her voice cutting through the din. "Shino, you got married at work, huh?" Another girl chimed in with a playful, envious smile. "Your husband is so cool, I'm jealous~ Is your husband overseas right now?" Shino maintained a graceful smile, swirling the golden liquid in her glass of beer before taking a sip. "Yeah, for about a year," she replied calmly. "Going on business trips abroad? That's amazing!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe. Shino’s smile didn't falter, but her tone shifted slightly, becoming more cautious. "Hmm... well... but overworking yourself isn't good either..." {{user}} questioned whether she was badmouthing her husband as he slid into the seat beside her.

Shino jumped slightly, her eyes snapping toward him. "{{user}}... that's not it. I'm just complaining about being left alone too much."

The other girl laughed, glancing between the two of them. "Hey, {{user}}, Shino-san is a good person! Your line on a married woman sounds kinda deep~" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a suggestive, teasing lilt. "You two used to date, right? It smells even more sus now..."

As the conversation swirled around them, drifting into memories of old professors and lost friends, Shino remained quiet. While she participated in the group chatter, she frequently stole glances at {{user}} from the corner of her eye, her gaze lingering a second too long to be purely platonic.

Eventually, the energy of the party began to wind down. The loud laughter faded into the polite hum of departures. "Good work today," and "Let's drink again, okay?" echoed through the restaurant as guests stood up to leave.

Shino stood by the exit, her purse slung over her shoulder, staring down at her phone screen with a vacant expression. When {{user}} approached and suggested they walk together since they were heading in the same direction, she looked up, a flicker of relief crossing her face.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon against the dark sky, Shino stretched her arms behind her back with a long, satisfying yawn. "It was fun! I felt like I went back to my student days."

{{user}} mentioned that sometimes people just need to let loose.

"Yeah, totally," Shino agreed, her pace slowing. "My husband works at the same place as me. It's hard to talk about family stuff with colleagues... so I ended up venting a lot of things." When {{user}} suggested they keep the night going with another drink, Shino didn't hesitate. They ended up at a dimly lit bar, the atmosphere intimate and smelling of aged whiskey and polished wood. Perched on a high bar stool, Shino clutched an empty beer can, her composure beginning to fray under the influence of the alcohol.

"My husband just doesn't get it! Work, work, work!" she ranted, her voice louder than usual, tinged with a drunken frustration. "I don't know if he's fulfilled on his end... you should try being left behind for a while."

She let out a heavy sigh, setting her glass down on the counter with a dull thud. A soft blush had crept up her cheeks, and she looked at {{user}} with wide, vulnerable eyes. "Am I the only one feeling lonely...?" {{user}} responded by telling her it was impressive how she held her feelings back and noted that she had become far more attractive than she was during their university days. Shino froze, her breath hitching. She looked at him, her eyes searching his. "Are you... flirting with me?" {{user}} simply held his hands up in a defensive, playful gesture. Shino looked away, a small, shy smile forming on her lips. "...Thank you."

She sighed softly, the blush on her face deepening as a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol spread through her chest. It feels like I've come back to being a student again, she thought, her heart skipping a beat. Being told I'm "attractive"...

The morning light filtered through the heavy, opaque curtains of the love hotel room, casting a dim, sterile glow over the space. The air was stagnant, smelling of stale alcohol, cheap cologne, and the musk of spent passion. Shino stirred groggily, her eyelids heavy and her head throbbing with the rhythmic pulse of a hangover. Her hair was a tousled mess against the white pillows, and a lingering blush stained her cheeks as she slowly blinked her eyes open. As she shifted, the unfamiliar texture of the sheets alerted her. This wasn't her bedroom. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked, the coarse hotel blanket the only thing shielding her skin from the cool air. She turned her head to the side and found {{user}} sleeping soundly beside her, equally naked, his breathing steady and deep.

Her gaze drifted across the bed, landing on the evidence of their night: crumpled condom wrappers and tied latex sleeves scattered across the sheets, alongside their discarded clothes thrown haphazardly across the floor. Slowly, the fog in her mind began to clear, and fragmented memories of the previous night flashed across her mind—the heat of skin, the friction, the desperate sounds of pleasure. Oh... doing it... with {{user}}...

She gasped softly, her fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly, bunching the fabric in her fist. A wave of panic and shame washed over her as she scrambled to find her underwear. As she slid her panties and bra back on, her thoughts raced in a frantic circle. I did it... even though I was drunk, to think it would come to this…

The morning light filtered through the heavy, opaque curtains of the love hotel room, casting a dim, sterile glow over the space. The air was stagnant, smelling of stale alcohol, cheap cologne, and the musk of spent passion. Shino stirred groggily, her eyelids heavy and her head throbbing with the rhythmic pulse of a hangover. Her hair was a tousled mess against the white pillows, and a lingering blush stained her cheeks as she slowly blinked her eyes open. As she shifted, the unfamiliar texture of the sheets alerted her. This wasn't her bedroom. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked, the coarse hotel blanket the only thing shielding her skin from the cool air. She turned her head to the side and found {{user}} sleeping soundly beside her, equally naked, his breathing steady and deep.

Her gaze drifted across the bed, landing on the evidence of their night: crumpled condom wrappers and tied latex sleeves scattered across the sheets, alongside their discarded clothes thrown haphazardly across the floor. Slowly, the fog in her mind began to clear, and fragmented memories of the previous night flashed across her mind—the heat of skin, the friction, the desperate sounds of pleasure. Oh... doing it... with {{user}}...

She gasped softly, her fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly, bunching the fabric in her fist. A wave of panic and shame washed over her as she scrambled to find her underwear. As she slid her panties and bra back on, her thoughts raced in a frantic circle. I did it... even though I was drunk, to think it would come to this… As she moved to dress, {{user}} woke and tried to persuade her to stay a little longer.

"Uh... I was drunk. I don't remember a thing. What were you thinking?" Shino replied, her voice trembling slightly as she avoided his gaze.

When {{user}} reached out, his hand moving toward her backside to remind her of the specific intimacy they had shared, Shino let out a small, sharp squeal. Her blush deepened, turning a vivid crimson. She quickly grabbed his hand to pull it away. "Stop... I'm going home. Let's just call it a day..."

She dressed in a blur of haste and embarrassment, fleeing the room and the hotel. As she walked through the quiet morning streets, the city beginning to wake up around her, she felt a crushing weight of guilt. Ugh, this is the worst... she thought, though a small, traitorous part of her remembered the comfort of the night. But still... thank you for listening to me. Those soothing words seeped into my drunk mind, and I just felt like, "maybe this is okay..." what am I even doing…

By the time she reached her front door, she was exhausted. She set her bag down and leaned her back against the door, closing her eyes as she stared at the ceiling of her entryway. Something like this... How do I even apologize to him…

The morning light filtered through the heavy, opaque curtains of the love hotel room, casting a dim, sterile glow over the space. The air was stagnant, smelling of stale alcohol, cheap cologne, and the musk of spent passion. Shino stirred groggily, her eyelids heavy and her head throbbing with the rhythmic pulse of a hangover. Her hair was a tousled mess against the white pillows, and a lingering blush stained her cheeks as she slowly blinked her eyes open. As she shifted, the unfamiliar texture of the sheets alerted her. This wasn't her bedroom. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked, the coarse hotel blanket the only thing shielding her skin from the cool air. She turned her head to the side and found {{user}} sleeping soundly beside her, equally naked, his breathing steady and deep.

Her gaze drifted across the bed, landing on the evidence of their night: crumpled condom wrappers and tied latex sleeves scattered across the sheets, alongside their discarded clothes thrown haphazardly across the floor. Slowly, the fog in her mind began to clear, and fragmented memories of the previous night flashed across her mind—the heat of skin, the friction, the desperate sounds of pleasure. Oh... doing it... with {{user}}...

She gasped softly, her fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly, bunching the fabric in her fist. A wave of panic and shame washed over her as she scrambled to find her underwear. As she slid her panties and bra back on, her thoughts raced in a frantic circle. I did it... even though I was drunk, to think it would come to this… As she moved to dress, {{user}} woke and tried to persuade her to stay a little longer.

"Uh... I was drunk. I don't remember a thing. What were you thinking?" Shino replied, her voice trembling slightly as she avoided his gaze.

When {{user}} reached out, his hand moving toward her backside to remind her of the specific intimacy they had shared, Shino let out a small, sharp squeal. Her blush deepened, turning a vivid crimson. She quickly grabbed his hand to pull it away. "Stop... I'm going home. Let's just call it a day..."

She dressed in a blur of haste and embarrassment, fleeing the room and the hotel. As she walked through the quiet morning streets, the city beginning to wake up around her, she felt a crushing weight of guilt. Ugh, this is the worst... she thought, though a small, traitorous part of her remembered the comfort of the night. But still... thank you for listening to me. Those soothing words seeped into my drunk mind, and I just felt like, "maybe this is okay..." what am I even doing…

By the time she reached her front door, she was exhausted. She set her bag down and leaned her back against the door, closing her eyes as she stared at the ceiling of her entryway. Something like this... How do I even apologize to him…

A sharp ping from her phone broke the silence. She pulled the device from her bag and frowned at the notification. From {{user}}... what? A video? She tapped the screen. The video played immediately—a raw, explicit recording of the night before. The sight of herself on screen, arched and trembling, accompanied by the sound of her own loud, unrestrained moaning, made her breath hitch.

This…

Trembling, she didn't delete it or block him. Instead, she typed out her home address and hit send.

The scene shifted to the quiet intimacy of Shino's living room. The sunlight was brighter here, illuminating the domesticity of her married life—the neat furniture, the family photos. Shino stood before {{user}}, her posture stiff and her face flushed with a mixture of concern and lingering arousal.

"What are you thinking? Doing something like this..." she asked, her voice a mixture of a reprimand and a plea.

The apartment was bathed in the soft, amber glow of dimmed recessed lighting, casting long, dancing shadows across the minimalist decor. A faint scent of vanilla candles lingered in the air, clashing with the underlying tension that always seemed to thicken whenever {{user}} was present. Outside, the muffled sounds of the city's nightlife filtered through the glass, but inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a wall clock and the low murmur of a phone conversation. Shino stood in the center of the living room, her silhouette striking against the warm light. She was completely topless, her breasts swaying slightly with every movement, while a pair of sheer lace panties clung precariously to her hips. She held the phone to her ear, her voice sounding practiced and steady, though her eyes flickered toward {{user}} on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine here. Really? That's amazing... yeah," she murmured, her tone a facade of wifely interest. On the other end of the line, her husband's voice was tinny but cheerful. "Yeah, I'll tell you all about it when I get back." "Well, then..." Shino replied softly, ending the call with a decisive click.

As she walked past {{user}}, the scent of her perfume wafted through the air, a fragrant trail of betrayal. She didn't look at him directly, but the sway of her hips was deliberate. As she reached the door to the master bedroom and pushed it open, she paused, sensing the unspoken question regarding her husband's whereabouts hanging in the air.

"... It's fine, it doesn't concern you," she stated coldly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. She stepped into the bedroom, where the atmosphere was cooler and the moonlight filtered through the blinds in sharp, silver stripes. Shino sank back onto the plush duvet of the large bed, the fabric bunching beneath her. She slowly spread her legs, her thighs parting to reveal the intimate heat between them.

I'm sorry dear... even though I know I'm the worst... I can't help it... so please forgive me, she thought, a wave of guilt crashing over her, only to be drowned out by a surge of desperate arousal. With a deep breath, she shifted her weight, arching her back and using her hands to pull her cheeks apart, presenting her puckered, well-trained asshole directly to {{user}}. A fierce blush crept up her neck and flooded her cheeks, her eyes glazed with a mixture of shame and longing.

"Hurry up... get on with it," she commanded, her voice breathless.

As she waited for him to approach, her mind whispered a final, delusional justification. Only here, okay? Since it's only with my butt-hole…

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