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The first day of June arrived, bringing with it a morning sky that was exceptionally bright, clear, and beautiful.
Brilliant golden shafts of morning light leaked through the narrow gap in the bedroom curtains, pooling warmly at the foot of the bed.
With no intrusive alarm clock to disrupt their schedule on the weekend, the two of them rarely enjoyed the luxury of sleeping in until they naturally drifted awake.
Shinobu was the first to stir. Giyuu, however, remained anchored in a deep, peaceful slumber beside her. The man lay resting on his side, his breathing slow and rhythmic, while a few stray strands of dark hair falling across his forehead caught the soft illumination of the sun, glowing faintly.
She quietly stared at his sleeping face for a long moment, suddenly remembering that today was a special date well worth celebrating.
"Giyuu-san."
Reaching out a slender hand, she gently poked his cheek with the pad of her finger.
"Mmh..."
Giyuu let out a low, dazed murmur, his voice heavy with sleep.
"Happy Children's Day."
He slowly blinked his eyes open, blinking up at her as his drowsy brain repeated the words with sheer confusion: "...Children's Day?"
"That's right."
Shinobu propped her chin up with both hands, lying prone on the mattress beside him as she beamed down with a radiant, teasing smile.
"Even though we aren't exactly little kids anymore, who says adults aren't allowed to celebrate Children's Day?"
Giyuu fell silent for a beat, his groggy mind processing the declaration before he chose to completely cooperate with his lover's logic. "Makes sense."
After all, whatever his fiancée said was always the absolute truth.
"So for today, work is strictly forbidden, overtime is banned, and thinking about any stressful, messy administrative matters is completely outlawed," Shinobu announced, ticking the rules off on her fingers one by one. "Today's mission features only a single objective: We have to be completely happy!"
Giyuu gave a solemn, incredibly serious nod. "Okay."
Amused by his overly meticulous, deadpan demeanor, Shinobu couldn't resist poking his cheek one more time.
By the time the two of them finally dragged their feet out of bed and wandered into the kitchen, it was already approaching ten o'clock. The rich, comforting fragrance of sizzling fried eggs and toasted bread rapidly diffused through the air.
Giyuu assumed full responsibility for preparing their late breakfast, while Shinobu happily took charge of assisting him from the side.
"Wow, Giyuu-san, the shape of the fried egg you cracked today is incredibly pretty."
"...Mmh?"
Giyuu narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the egg sizzling away in the frying pan. Was it truly pretty? He distinctly recalled his hand slipping slightly when he cracked the shell over the rim.
"It looks exactly like a little love heart! How cute!" Shinobu’s melodic voice bubbled over with bright energy.
"Ah..."
Giyuu stared down at the pan once more. The egg sitting on the metal surface was visibly warped, twisted, and entirely asymmetrical. Forget the elegant silhouette of a heart, it wasn't even a basic, symmetrical circle.
But since this was a rare compliment offered by his wife-to-be, he kept his expression deadpan and nodded with absolute gravity. "Mmh. That's right."
'Rule number one: Always validate and cooperate with your wife’s words.'
Hearing his deadpan confirmation, Shinobu let out a soft laugh and nodded along.
Their life of cohabitation after getting engaged had actually turned out to be quite different from what she had initially anticipated. She had originally worried that Giyuu would be the type of partner whose domestic life was monotonous and rigid to the absolute limit.
Yet, after moving in together, she discovered that while his personal habits were indeed simple and unadorned, the moment she voiced a desire or a need, he would silently fulfill it without a single word of complaint. Every tiny, hidden fragment of domestic joy they shared felt exceptionally precious.
He was never a man to brag or spin sweet prose with his mouth, but he had always, consistently protected and cared for her through his silent actions. Because of that, she was more than willing to shower him with extra praise and encouragement in their daily routine.
She didn't know what other couples' married lives looked like, but she knew that the two of them would always strive to be a little better, a little more attentive to one another. She firmly believed that as long as they continued to nurture their household this way, the path ahead of them would remain blissfully happy all the way to the end.
Shinobu smiled softly as she transferred the "heart-shaped" fried egg onto a golden slice of toast. While Giyuu occupied himself with rinsing the kitchen utensils, she pulled a carton of ice-cold milk from the refrigerator, filling two glass cups to the brim.
Once breakfast was cleared away, the young couple quickly got dressed and left the apartment.
Because Children's Day happened to coincide with the weekend, the bustling city streets were far more vibrant and lively than usual.
Clusters of colorful balloons danced at the entrance of the commercial shopping mall, and the wide public plaza was completely packed with parents treating their young children to a day out.
Little kids ran around in ecstatic circles, clutching spun cotton candy and plastic toys, their bright, echoing laughter filling every corner of the avenue.
Even Giyuu, who typically remained entirely indifferent to various commercial holidays, found himself gradually infected by the joyful, festive atmosphere, pushed along by the sheer enthusiasm of the unusually animated Shinobu walking at his side.
"Today's Children's Day, you know. You're absolutely not allowed to wear that grim, serious poker face of yours," Shinobu chided gently, reaching up to smoothly comb back his dark hair, which had been blown slightly messy by the afternoon breeze.
"Giyuu-san."
"Mmh?"
"What kind of snack did you love eating the most when you were a little boy?"
"Simmered salmon daikon..."
"No, no, no! I said snacks! What kind of sweet treat or junk food did you like?"
"If it has to be a snack... those small baked bread buns?"
"Just that?"
"Mmh."
Shinobu pressed a hand flat against her forehead, completely exasperated. Whether she liked it or not, his childhood had apparently been incredibly law-abiding and conservative.
Just like his unyielding, lifelong devotion to salmon with daikon, his choice of childhood treats was hilariously old-fashioned.
"Then for today, we're going to buy every single one of them."
"All of them?"
"That's right, every single one!" Shinobu seized his large hand, tugging him toward the entrance of the supermarket with immense excitement. "Since it's Children's Day, we have to do it properly!"
Dense crowds of shoppers surged inside the massive supermarket, and the central snack aisle had effectively transformed into a paradise for chaotic children.
The very moment they stepped into the sweet section, Shinobu's eyes lit up with nostalgic wonder.
"Oh! I used to eat this brand constantly when I was little!"
"And this one too!"
"Wow, this packaging actually hasn't changed a single bit since I was a kid!"
The wire shopping cart was rapidly filled to the absolute brim with an assortment of junk food. Small baked bread buns, fruit gummies, chocolate biscuit sticks, animal crackers, fruit jelly cups, potato chips, soda cans... and even those giant, round hard candies whose artificial neon colors screamed childhood nostalgia at a single glance.
Giyuu silently assumed the duty of pushing the heavy cart, while Shinobu acted as the frantic purchasing agent.
Occasionally, she would hold up a random item, tilting her head to gauge his reaction.
"Do you want this?"
"Want it."
"What about this flavor?"
"Can do."
"This?"
"Fine."
No matter what obscure item she tossed into the basket, Giyuu accepted it all without a hint of resistance. Shinobu secretly suspected that even if she decided to wheel the entire metal shelf out of the store, the man would simply nod with a deadpan face and help her load it.
As they bypassed the toy department, Shinobu’s gaze was abruptly snagged by a neat row of plush dolls lining the shelves.
A fat, perfectly round stuffed penguin sat perched on the rack, its neck stiffened as its bead eyes stared completely blankly into space.
That utterly dumb, dazed expression, as if its soul was permanently wandering outside the earthly realm, was a terrifyingly accurate mirror image of Giyuu's default face.
Her footsteps ground to a sudden halt, a mysterious, highly amused smile curving the corners of her lips.
Giyuu turned his head, his blue eyes shifting back and forth between the stuffed penguin and his fiancée. Without waiting for her to say a single word, he reached out a long arm, grabbed the plush toy by its wings, and stuffed it directly into her arms.
"Like it?"
"My, Giyuu-san, are you actually attempting to divine a maiden's thoughts?" Shinobu raised her polished eyebrows, intentionally tilting her head to mock him. "I suppose I like it a little bit, but I feel like buying a toy at my age will make people think I'm being terribly childish."
"Today is Children's Day."
Giyuu delivered the statement with absolute, unwavering solemnity. He tucked the soft penguin a fraction deeper into her embrace, then raised his palm to gently pat the crown of her head.
"With me, you're allowed to be childish forever."
Shinobu’s playful smirk froze instantly on her face, a fierce, burning crimson flush slowly creeping from the apples of her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.
This man was always doing this to her. He was profoundly terrible with words on regular days, yet he possessed a terrifying knack for throwing the most devastating, unadorned straight-ball declarations that cleanly obliterated every single one of her defense lines.
After a momentary lapse into stunned silence, she let out a helpless, defeated sigh, though a genuine, sweeping smile fully unfurled across her eyes.
Clutching the soft penguin tightly against her chest, Shinobu thought with a wave of internal resignation: 'I truly, utterly lose to him... but I suppose that's precisely why I chose to spend my life with him.'
Two massive plastic bags stuffed with puffed snacks and sugar were nearly bursting at the seams by the time they reached the checkout counter.
"Your total comes to..." The cashier glanced at the mountain of colorful treats and plush toys, then looked up at the young couple standing before her, unable to resist offering a warm, teasing smile. "You two look so young! The child waiting at home must be incredibly excited for this haul, huh?"
'The child at home?'
Shinobu blinked, caught off guard for a fraction of a second. Her gaze drifted slowly from the pile of candy over to Giyuu’s face, who was currently staring with intense, analytical focus at the digital checkout screen.
"Yes, we do indeed raise quite a high-maintenance one at home," she replied, pinching her throat slightly to adopt a deadpan, perfectly serious tone as she talked complete nonsense. "Actually, today was all about bringing this oversized child out to celebrate the festival properly."
Suddenly finding himself the subject of the conversation, Giyuu blinked his large eyes. Although his literal mind didn't quite grasp the metaphorical joke, he remained fiercely supportive, giving a firm, cooperative nod. "Mmh."
Now it was the cashier's turn to freeze. Her eyes widened in sheer, utter disbelief as she stared at Shinobu, then over at Giyuu, whose face was a picture of absolute, unbothered certainty. The barcode scanner gun in her hand wobbled so badly she nearly dropped it on the counter.
The two of them enjoyed a quiet lunch at a local diner, strolled through a nearby park for a few more laps, and it was already approaching late afternoon by the time they unlocked the door to their apartment.
The instant the door swung open, Shinobu, still clutching the silly stuffed penguin, squeezed past the threshold first, singing out her return in a melodic, drawn-out tone:
"I'm back—!"
"Welcome home." Giyuu, following closely behind her, shut the heavy door with a casual flick of his heel. As he bent his tall frame slightly to swap his sneakers for house slippers, his low voice seamlessly caught the second half of their domestic routine.
Shinobu found herself immensely satisfied with the response. Spinning around on her heel, she hooked her arms securely around his neck, planting a loud, affectionate "smack" of a kiss directly onto his lips.
Before Giyuu could even process the contact or deepen it, she pulled away with a bright laugh, eager to unpack the two massive bags of supermarket trophies.
Within minutes, the plush woven carpet of the living room was completely overrun by a sea of vibrant snack packaging.
Shinobu sat cross-legged on the floor, completely abandoning her usual elegant posture as she made the plastic bags crinkle loudly.
"Fruit gummies go into this specific pantry slot, chocolates are to be hidden underneath... oh, the potato chips absolutely can't be squished! Giyuu-san, make your hand movements lighter!" She resembled a frantic little squirrel hoarding nuts for a harsh winter, muttering a continuous stream of instructions under her breath.
Giyuu, meanwhile, quietly knelt on the floor beside her. Wearing an expression of utter, clinical focus, he took every single bag of chips and box of cookies she handed over, meticulously classifying, neatly stacking, and organizing them into the kitchen cabinet with mathematical precision.
The two of them were engaged in the most mundane, ordinary household chores, yet the quiet synchronization of their movements lent the afternoon a warm, beautiful sense of shared ritual.
Once the unpacking was finished, they combined their strength to push the low wooden coffee table flush against the living room wall.
Scattered across the cleared carpet were open bags of savory chips and sweet gummies, the crisp, sweet scent of carbonated cola lingering pleasantly in the air.
A high-octane shonen anime filled the screen of the television. On the display, a fierce youth bearing a distinct scar on his forehead was currently sprinting across a mountain path, hauling a heavy wooden box on his back as he clashed with grotesque demons.
Shinobu hugged the plush penguin close to her chest, her spine turning entirely liquid as she snuggled deep into Giyuu’s broad embrace, shifting around until she found the absolute most comfortable angle to slump against his torso. Giyuu smoothly tightened his arms around her frame, his large, warm palm resting securely over the curve of her waist.
When the anime sequence reached its technical climax, Shinobu couldn't resist acting as a live commentator.
"Is the current budget for animation special effects truly this competitive nowadays? Even the combat techniques come with their own stylized calligraphic subtitles... What's this style even called? Water Breathing?"
"Mmh."
"But this protagonist is genuinely so inspirational. His personality's incredibly gentle, yet he works so hard."
"Mmh."
Hearing nothing but the same unvarying, single-syllable grunt vibrating against her ear, Shinobu poutingly tilted her face upward. She seized the round head of the stuffed penguin, using it to playfully poke and prod at his sharp jawline.
"Tomioka-san, are you actually paying attention to the plot? Or are you simply exploiting me as a human body pillow?"
Giyuu allowed her to poke his face back and forth with the plush toy without a hint of annoyance, shifting his chin down to plant a few soft, lingering kisses onto her knuckles. "I'm watching."
"Then tell me, based on the narrative clues, who exactly is the mastermind or the ultimate villain of this series?"
He paused, thinking back to the previous sequence. "The man wearing the western fedora hat from the city episode, most likely."
Shinobu’s purple eyes widened with genuine surprise. "Eh? Giyuu-san, you actually managed to guess it correctly?"
"The eyes," Giyuu analyzed, his face a picture of absolute, deadpan conviction. "He doesn't possess the face of a good person."
"Humph, humph~ What kind of completely unscientific, groundless intuition is that?" Shinobu burst into a sudden, bright peal of laughter, sinking back against his sturdy chest with immense contentment.
The afternoon broadcast quickly came to an end, and the television screen automatically transitioned into a scrolling sequence of loud commercial advertisements.
Giyuu lowered his chin to look down at the woman nestled within his arms. His gaze traveled along the delicate slope of her nose, tracking down to her glistening, slightly parted lip petals, before finally resting on the round stuffed penguin clutched in her lap.
His cognitive process had always operated on a perfectly straight line, moving back and forth without deviation. And in the quiet haze of this Children's Day afternoon, a sudden, profoundly logical theme took root in his mind.
"Shinobu." He brought his lips directly against the sensitive shell of her ear, rumbling her name in a low, raspy whisper.
"Mmh..." Shinobu kept her eyes narrowed, lazily soaking in the radiating heat of his body, the tail end of her response carrying a soft, dazed sleepiness.
Giyuu extended his long, slender fingers, gently pinching the soft flesh of her cheek to pull her attention back.
"Since today happens to be Children's Day... shouldn't we spend the afternoon making a child?"
"...?"
The quiet living room fell into an instant, absolute dead silence.
Shinobu’s eyes snapped wide open, her mind heavily doubting whether her auditory nerves had just suffered a catastrophic malfunction.
She jerked her head back, only to meet Giyuu’s pair of deep blue eyes, which were staring back with absolute, crystalline innocence.
A second later, a raging, incandescent flush flared across Shinobu’s cheeks, turning her face bright red. Yet, her ingrained, habitual reflex for playful mischief forced her to brace her palms against his chest, pushing her upper body up as she intentionally arched an eyebrow, poking his chest with her finger.
"My, my, Giyuu-san... does this scandalous request count as extending a rather... impure invitation to your fiancée? Furthermore, since when can this sort of shameless activity be explicitly demanded as a holiday gift?"
"I'm not being casual," Giyuu countered stubbornly. His large hand moved forward to firmly trap her misbehaving fingers within his palm.
Leaning his heavy torso forward, he systematically pressed her back into the cushions. The large, muscular frame of an adult male, radiating an intense, suffocating wave of pure physical dominance, completely shrouded her entire form within his shadow.
"Don't you want to, Shinobu?" His low, hot breath brushed directly against her sensitive auricle, sending a sharp, devastating wave of numb itchiness straight down her spine.
Shinobu’s voice instantly lost its sharp, mocking edge, turning incredibly small. Confronted with the absolute, unblinking intensity of his focus, she let down every single remaining line of defense.
She laxed her grip on the stuffed penguin she had been hoarding all day, allowing the toy to roll lonelily away into a distant corner of the carpet, before raising both of her slender arms to submissively loop them around his neck.
"Giyuu-san, you truly are... exceptionally active when it comes to this particular department..." she murmured in a breathless whisper.
The deep kiss that followed descended upon her lips as a matter of absolute course.
Initially, it began as a tentative, lingering friction of lips and teeth, but with terrifying speed, Giyuu’s breathing began to turn heavy, coarse, and ragged. His large, calloused palm clamped over the curve of her hip, sliding up to rub ruthlessly across the thin fabric of her cotton blouse.
Shinobu tilted her chin up further, eagerly catering to his somewhat clumsy, yet fiercely aggressive solicitation.
Within the confines of the quiet apartment, the audio track of the television faded into total irrelevance, replaced entirely by the messy intertwining of their breath and the distinct rustling of discarded clothing.
The kiss deepened into something thoroughly primal, the slick, wet sounds of their tongues tangling echoing clearly through the tranquil room.
Giyuu’s left hand smoothly migrated downward, probing beneath the hem of her shirt to map out the bare skin of her ribs.
"Mmh... ha, ah..."
A thick, sticky groan overflowed from the depths of Shinobu’s throat. Driven by the absolute, unyielding trust and intimacy shared between a husband and wife, her body relaxed into a state of total surrender.
She actively separated her thighs, shifting her weight to sit fully astride his muscular lap, granting his hands unhindered access as he skillfully peeled the clothing from her frame.
The two clusters of pale, tender fullness were instantly liberated from their fabric constraints, bouncing free into the warm air. Giyuu wasted no time in capturing the soft flesh, already trembling faintly with the onset of emotion, within his wide palms.
Under the deliberate, heavy kneading of his fingers, her dark nipples rapidly swelled, hardening into tight, rigid buds due to the intense rush of congestion.
"Shinobu, your breasts here... they've already turned completely hard."
Giyuu lifted his head from her neck, his usually calm, glacial blue eyes currently burning with a scorching, unholy lust.
He had never possessed the talent to voice sweet, poetic lies, and even the observations he made when thoroughly moved by passion were direct enough to make a person's skin flash hot and their heart leap straight into their throat.
"Giyuu-san... at a time like this... there's absolutely no need to specially announce it out loud..."
Thoroughly bashful, Shinobu buried her burning, bright red face into the crook of his neck, her entire nervous system experiencing waves of devastating numbness as his finger pads pinched and plucked at her rigid nipples.
Under the continuous, heavy friction of their lower bodies rubbing together over their remaining clothes, her hidden depths had already quietly flooded with a thick, sticky tide of arousal.
"Since our objective is to make a child...," Giyuu continued in a low, husky rumble, his face an image of absolute, terrifying seriousness as his fingers kept ruthlessly rolling her breast flesh, "...Shinobu, your body here is exceptionally well-developed. It'll undoubtedly be perfect for nursing our baby in the future."
Hearing such an incredibly blunt, anatomical speech, Shinobu’s face turned a shade of crimson so deep it looked ready to drip water. She glared down at him with a mixture of bashful anger and raw desire, her voice breaking into a breathless, coquettish pout.
"Giyuu-san... what kind of bizarre, shameless things are you focusing on at a moment like this...? ah, ha...!"
Before she could even finish assembling her complaint, Giyuu suddenly lowered his chin, parting his thin lips to swallow the flush of her rigid nipple fully into his mouth with one heavy gulp.
He began translating the primitive strength of an infant’s suckling from his literal imagination into reality, working to aggressively draw her milk, yet his tongue tip operated with the absolute, wicked expertise of an adult male.
He skillfully and erotically circled, flicked, and teased the engorged apex, generating a series of loud, wet, decadent "tsu-tsu" sucking sounds that echoed through the room.
"Mpf... nnh, ah...! Don't... don't suck with such strength... ah!"
The sheer velocity of the numbness exploding from her chest shot straight down to the base of her spine like a high-voltage current. Shinobu threw her head back, completely drained of physical strength as her dark hair scattered across his shoulders.
The full, heavy curves of her breasts jolted and sloshed in violent, voluptuous loops under the dual assault of his wet mouth and the heavy kneading of his free hand, creating a decadent rhythm that made the blood boil.
And while he remained buried deeply in her flesh, greedily drinking his fill, his other large hand had already quietly migrated downward, probing toward the soaking wet seam of her panties.
His slender fingers pressed precisely onto that private slit that was already wet and messy across her thin panties. With just a gentle rub of his thumb, his finger pads felt the large expanse of wet heat blurring open and soaking through the fabric.
"You've already leaked so much water," Giyuu murmured, finally letting go of the nipple he had sucked until it glinted wetly. He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes pure, dark, and focused.
He smoothly slid her panties down her legs, his long fingers rubbing slowly along that wet, hot groove to part her slick folds, tentatively pressing a single finger into her tight, weeping heat.
A distinct, sticky water sound rang softly inside the warm and quiet living room.
"Ah... ha, ah... Giyuu..." Shinobu unconsciously arched her waist into his hand, her two legs completely losing their residual strength.
She could do nothing but yield, allowing her husband's finger to enter, retreat, and deliberately stir deep inside her body. A wave of intense bashfulness mingled with a massive sense of sweetness, completely enveloping her entire being.
Shinobu gripped Giyuu's broad shoulders tightly. The numb, piercing pleasure gouged and dug out inside her body by his rotating finger finally made her unable to restrain herself, and a stream of sweet, breathless groans overflowed from her lips.
Squelch... squelch...
The water sounds inside the living room became increasingly slick. Along with Giyuu's finger rhythmically entering and exiting between the wet, hot soft meat, it brought waves of shameful friction sounds that made her face flush and her heart leap.
Gazing down at his wife's tender appearance in his arms, her expression completely melted like a puddle of water, the affection inside Giyuu's eyes grew so thick it practically overflowed. He let out a low, deep breath.
While his first finger continued to make a mess at her deepest point, he slowly brought his second finger flush against it, packing them together with a tenderness that allowed no refusal as he firmly stuffed it into her tight, weeping channel.
"Ah, ha...! Mpf, nnh..."
The sudden, stark increase in fullness caused Shinobu's body to suddenly tauten tightly, her toes unconsciously curling up in the air.
Although the thickness of two fingers held no way to truly compare with the scale of his erect length, she still arched her waist as if unable to bear the weight of it, feeling completely filled from the inside out by her husband's heavy scent.
"Giyuu... Giyuu-san... ha, ah... it's so tight..."
Unable to process this overflowing pleasure on her own, she braced her soft upper body up, actively tilting her red lips upward in an urgent solicitation for his comfort.
Giyuu submissively leaned down to meet her approach. Their lips pressed together without a single millimeter of space, instantly swallowing all her broken moans into a deep, dizzying kiss full of ultimate entanglement.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, catching and sweeping over her equally wet, hot tongue in a continuous, heavy suck. The wet sounds of their saliva intertwining rang out continuously inside the warm living room, their breathing turning heavier and heavier.
Along with the repeated entangling that refused to separate time after time, their lips finally parted slightly after a long stretch, a thin, ambiguous silver thread of saliva slowly lengthening between their mouths before snapping.
Shinobu slightly unlidded her watery purple eyes, her gaze entirely full of the hazy devotion and total reliance born of raw emotion.
Giyuu was also staring at her motionlessly, and his pair of usually calm blue eyes were currently burning so deeply they looked like they wanted to consume her entire being whole, the love and adoration flowing inside practically pulling physical threads.
Under the weight of that intense gaze, the love inside Shinobu's heart erupted completely. She pressed up against him once more, urgently and repeatedly kissing her husband, her small tongue actively darting between his lips and teeth.
At the same time, she extended both hands, sending them trembling all the way down along the solid, defined planes of Giyuu's abdominal muscles.
With a sharp, distinct snap, his belt buckle was skillfully undone.
Shinobu slipped her hand past the waistband of his underwear with a burning face, her fingers instantly wrapping around the ferocious length that had been unable to restrain itself, its thick veins pulsing heavily against her palm.
The scalding, iron-hard touch caused her palm to feel a sudden wave of heat. She steadily pulled the massive shaft free from his trousers, her fingers tightening around the thick column as she began to stroke him up and down with deliberate pressure.
"Mmh..."
The ultimate rush of comfort coming from his lower body caused Giyuu to emit a deep, satisfied groan. He deepened the kiss even further, his fingers thrusting faster and faster inside her dripping core, the slick fluids slowly tracking down the roots of Shinobu's thighs, staining a small patch of the sofa cushion beneath them with a hot, wet trace.
Giyuu breathed heavily, finally, slowly extracting his two fingers from her slick channel. The decadent love juices coating his skin glinted with a crystal-like luster under the warm lighting of their modern living room.
He held his own ferocious length, which had expanded to its absolute limit and was trembling slightly with anticipation, tentatively rubbing the scalding, weeping tip against the flooded opening of her core.
"Ah... ha, ah..."
Feeling that terrifying hardness and searing temperature, Shinobu suddenly remembered their setting. She extended her soft palms to brace against Giyuu's solid chest, her voice carrying a distinct note of panic and bashfulness:
"Wa-wait a moment, Giyuu-san... you seem to... you haven't put on a condom yet..."
Hearing his wife's frantic reminder, Giyuu's sliding movements paused slightly. However, he didn't back away an inch. Instead, he firmly anchored both of his large hands against the slender curves of Shinobu's waist, his eyes flashing with an incomparably earnest, serious light.
"Shinobu, did you actually forget?" His voice had turned completely hoarse from the agonizing weight of his restraint. "We're going to make a child today."
"....!"
The blunt declaration caused Shinobu's already scalding cheeks to explode into a brilliant crimson. She belatedly recalled the entire absurd catalyst for this afternoon, and looking at her husband's completely righteous, unbothered expression, her bashfulness reached its absolute limit.
"Giyuu-san... it's exactly because of such things that you get disliked..."
She muttered the coquettish complaint, turning her face away to avoid his piercing gaze. Yet, her slender, pale legs submissively parted as wide as they could go at the exact same moment.
She actively straightened her spine, sitting astride over Giyuu's lap to align her dripping, weeping heat directly with his thick crown, cooperating entirely with his posture as she slowly, bit by bit, sank her weight downward.
"Mpf, nnh... ah, ha...!"
Her incredibly tight channel was forcefully stretched open in an instant by the thick, unyielding mass. The sheer gravity of the female-on-top position allowed the scalding length to pierce into her deepest depths all at once.
As Shinobu seated herself completely to the root, the thick column buried itself entirely without a millimeter of reservation, heavily bottoming out against her tender cervix.
"Ahhhhh—ha, ah!"
The intense, overwhelming sense of bloating and deep, shattering pleasure caused Shinobu to arch her neck back uncontrollably, a high-pitched cry ripping from her throat. Because the penetration was so incredibly deep, his massive size pushed the muscles of her lower abdomen into a distinctly visible, slightly protruding outline.
"Feels like... it feels like my stomach's going to be pierced through... Giyuu, it's too big... mpf, nnh!"
Giyuu's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes swirling with an intense mixture of raw passion and deep, protective heartache for his wife. He extended a large hand, gently covering the slight protrusion on Shinobu's lower abdomen caused by his own intrusion.
His palm precisely caressed the hard lump pushed out by his erect length, feeling the internal tremors beneath his skin.
"It won't break, Shinobu, you can take all of it every single time," Giyuu whispered, staring up at her with burning eyes while his hand still gently smoothed over her stomach.
Shinobu trembled violently, thoroughly scorched by the ambient heat of his palm.
Being so utterly conjoined with him, to the point where she could physically touch the shape of their union from the outside, filled her with a profound sense of wonder. She bit her lower lip, beginning to rock her hips up and down, continuously rising, falling, swallowing, and expelling his length.
Slap... slap...
The heavy, wet sound of flesh colliding echoed dully through the living room.
Every single time Shinobu dropped her weight with all her might, that flat lower abdomen would clearly push out an incredibly erotic, shameful protrusion under their shared gaze.
They remained completely overlapped, desperately trading deep kisses while their lower halves locked together in a deadly rhythm.
As Shinobu’s pace quickened, the wet sounds pouring from their junction grew louder and louder, effectively perfuming the entire living room air with a thick, sticky sweetness.
"Ah... ha, ah... Giyuu-san, you're staring so unblinkingly, it's truly unfair... I'm going to be tired to death..."
Even though her body was thoroughly melting around the thick, hard length pounding inside her, her habitual stubbornness and teasing nature still spilled out in fractured gasps from her parted lips.
While she used every ounce of her strength to rise and fall, taking him as deeply as possible, she intentionally shot him a coquettish glare with eyes rippling with tears.
Giyuu, however, only tightened his iron grip on her slender waist. His deep gaze lacked even a fraction of its usual bluntness, filled instead with a dense, suffocating tenderness that could drown a person whole.
"Because Shinobu, you looking this hardworking is too beautiful."
He answered openly, without a single shred of shame. Before his words even fully registered, his large hands suddenly locked down on her waist. He, who had remained passive until now, suddenly delivered a fierce, powerful thrust upward, flipping the dominance entirely. He began driving his scalding length against her cervix with merciless, unyielding precision.
"Ah, ha—! Don't... right there, ah, nnh!"
The sudden, violent collision caused Shinobu to scream aloud, her upper body collapsing forward as if her spine had turned to jelly. She slumped weakly against Giyuu's broad chest, panting in massive, ragged gasps of air. Her full breasts were squished flat against his sturdy torso, deforming beautifully with every frantic breath.
Her core was entirely occupied by her husband's unreasonable, rough driving. Every single time he pulled back to the brink only to plunge completely home, it triggered an uncontrollable, full-body spasm.
"Giyuu-san, you're always like this... the words you speak are so clumsy... yet your body's... ah, ah! S-slower, please..."
Refusing to let her retreat, Giyuu tightened his hold. "Shinobu, your inside is clamping too tightly....hah..."
He buried his face into the crook of her neck, aggressively sucking on her skin as he greedily inhaled her sweet fragrance.
He didn't know how to use elegant vocabulary to express his love, so he could only use harder, deeper thrusts, hitting the absolute bottom with every single stroke to prove his desperate desire for the woman in his arms.
Slap, slap, slap, slap...
The sounds of their physical collision became dense, rapid, and wanton as Shinobu locked her arms tightly around his neck.
Every time she was driven to the absolute peak of the pleasure, she would tilt her chin up, actively pressing her red lips against his to share his frantic breathing. Their tongues repeatedly tangled and sucked, drawing out thick, silver threads of saliva every time they briefly broke apart.
This absolute, seamless intimacy transformed the heavy ache in her lower body into a profound, secure sense of total fulfillment.
The distinct protrusion on her lower abdomen continued to rise and fall with his deep thrusts. Giyuu recaptured her breast meat, gently kneading the soft mounds in tandem with her rhythm, stubbornly kissing her through the deafening sound of their colliding hips.
"Shinobu... let's give birth to a child as cute as you..."
"Ah—! Ha, ah... Giyuu... I'm going to come...!"
Overstimulated from both ends, Shinobu completely lacked the capacity to answer him. Her legs locked around his waist like a vice as the violent pleasure crashed over her in wave after wave.
Her spine arched like a bow before she fell into a violent, spasming climax, her internal walls clamping down so crazily that Giyuu let out a heavy, guttural groan.
"Shinobu... I'm right behind you..."
"Shoot it inside... give it all to me..." she mumbled dankly against his neck. "Today's Children's Day... we're making a child...!"
Giyuu delivered a final series of deep, fierce thrusts, his scalding, thick semen spraying out in stream after stream, pouring completely into the deepest recesses of her trembling core.
The two of them held each other in a death grip, the air thick with the heavy scent of their joined bodies.
After a long while, Giyuu finally, slowly extracted himself. His shaft, coated in a thick, white sheen, pulled free from her red, swollen opening, dragging out thick ribbons of fluid that began to track down her inner thighs.
He hurriedly grabbed a tissue to clean her up, intending to use his finger to gently sweep out the excess, but Shinobu softly pressed his hand down.
"Don't clean the inside just yet..." Shinobu whispered bashfully. "Let's leave it like this for now. What if it actually takes?"
Giyuu leaned down to kiss the wet corners of her eyes, then smoothed his lips over her swollen mouth, finally burying his face back into her neck crook as he held her slender body tightly against his chest.
Inside the living room, only the sound of their gradually stabilizing breathing remained, warm and profoundly affectionate. Right then, a flash of inspiration struck Shinobu's mind. Her eyes lit up with sudden, joyful excitement, and she lifted her head.
"Eh! Since today's the June First Children's Day, if I truly manage to get pregnant from this, why don't we name the baby 【Tomioka June-First】? Think of how beautifully commemorative it would be!"
Giyuu's body stiffened instantly, his usually slow-moving domestic instincts ringing with unprecedented, terrifying alarm bells.
He mentally envisioned a little poker-faced child who looked exactly like him, forced to carry a bizarre name like "Tomioka June-First" through school, through life, subjected to endless snickers every single time a teacher called attendance...
"Shinobu, how about... we reconsider that name...?" Giyuu swallowed hard, his voice laced with an unprecedented trace of pure panic.
"What's the meaning of this hesitation, Tomioka-san?" Shinobu raised her eyebrows, her finger poking aggressively at his chest, her tone dropping into dangerous territory. "Do you not like the name I came up with? It's clearly adorable!"
"It's not that... Shinobu, what I mean is...."
Giyuu gripped her poking fingers, driven by an immense, sudden instinct for survival as he stared at her with innocent, deadly serious blue eyes.
"I feel a matter of this magnitude requires careful deliberation. We can write a list of candidate names, and then consult our parents and sisters... a democratic family vote is much fairer."
Seeing her usually unexpressive husband reduced to such terror over a name that he was actively calling for family reinforcements, Shinobu finally couldn't hold it in and burst into a bright peal of laughter.
The ambient glow of the setting sun spilled completely across the living room floor, illuminating their tangled, overlapping forms.
The stuffed penguin lay lonelily on the carpet a short distance away, as if silently protesting someone's highly questionable naming habits.
As it turned out, Shinobu truly did manage to successfully conceive on that very Children's Day. Although she was subjected to several months of coordinated, exhaustive pleading from both sets of parents and their sisters, she ultimately failed to get "Tomioka June-First" printed on the official household register.
However, relying on her supreme authority as a mother, she successfully secured the absolute right to use "June-First" as the child's official house nickname.
"June-First, you absolutely can't stuff the plastic eyes of the penguin plushie into your mouth, you know~"
On a bright afternoon several years later, the same warm sunlight pooled beautifully across the living room carpet.
A tiny toddler, who had perfectly inherited Giyuu's messy black hair and Shinobu's striking purple eyes, was sitting in the center of the rug, dazedly letting go of the stuffed penguin in its tiny arms.
Giyuu, who was currently busy in the kitchen wearing a fabric apron, poked his head out from around the corner. Watching his wife happily playing with the stuffed penguin alongside their child, a soft, incredibly gentle smile naturally curved the corner of his lips.
Though he had been forced to coordinate an entire family alliance to fight a grueling "Name Defense Battle" back then, looking at this tiny life born from the collective love and expectation of their household, he found himself thinking...
Even if Shinobu had stood her ground back then, and the child had officially been named "Tomioka June-First"... it really wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world.
Rumor has it that the modern Tomioka household maintained a highly unique, unwritten tradition:
Not only did they have to celebrate "June-First's" actual birthday, but the entire family also mobilized with immense energy every single June First to celebrate Children's Day properly.
Well, after all, "June-First" was quite literally born because of Children's Day!
"Giyuu-san, stop daydreaming by the counter and quickly bring out the strawberry cake we bought for Children's Day," Shinobu called out, turning around to blink at her husband, her beautiful purple eyes rippling with the exact same mischievous, loving spark from years ago.
"Okay."
Giyuu answered softly, untying his apron strings as he walked out to join his wife and child.
Within the warm walls of a home echoing with bright voices and joyous laughter, they continued to quietly author the endless, beautiful fragments of their shared happiness.
