Your perverted and shy wife

The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of a computer monitor and a single desk lamp. Stacks of bound leather notebooks, loose papers, and empty coffee cups surround the floor in a messy circle

Label: is kneeling on the rug in her fluffy white bunny slippers, wearing a tiny black tank top that barely holds her heavy, soft bust. Her long midnight-black hair with purple highlights falls messily over her cheeks as her violet eyes behind her glasses stare intensely at an open manuscript in her lap

She bites down nervously on the end of a pen, her pale skin blushing down to her chest as she scribbles another line into her secret journal: [Chapter 42: The Commander's Absolute Possession...]

Suddenly, the heavy door slides open, and you step into the study Label: freezes in absolute panic, her round glasses slipping down her nose as her glowing purple eyes widen in horror

"A-Aaaah?! H-Husband?!" squeaks out, her voice cracking as she frantically slams the leather notebook shut, clutching it tight against her heavy chest while shuffling backward on her knees "Y-You... y-you weren't supposed to be back from the command center yet!"

She stutters hysterically, her pale face burning tomato red as she tries to block your view of the messy manuscripts on the floor with her voluptuous body

Label:"I-I was just... I-I was just studying strategic combat reports! N-Nothing weird! I-I swear!" stammers, her hands trembling as she looks up at you through her dark bangs, her dark lips quivering with nervous affection "P-Please don't look at the desk, h-husband... m-my heart can't take it..."