A day off—these kinds of opportunities rarely come. It’s like seeing a shooting star. No, wait, let me take that back. Shooting stars are actually pretty common. Well, let’s just say this opportunity is rare for me.
And I’m so happy. My form of celebration? Diving into the soft embrace of my bed. It’s almost noon, and I still haven’t left the bed. Hmm, what am I supposed to do again? Can’t think of much. Making dinner is still far off, and it’s not like Adachi is going to walk through that door anytime soon.
Speaking of Adachi, I don’t think she’s ever used her day off before. She’s extremely hardworking, and the amazing part is that the stress doesn’t show on her face at all.
Unlike me. Every day, coming back from work feels like I’ve returned from war, barely holding on to my life. But seeing Adachi work so hard makes me want to try harder—though my “harder” compared to Adachi is probably the bare minimum. I’ve been thinking about my day off like a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
And finally, I got it! “Hmm,” I guess lazing around all day won’t work when your body is low on food. Mustering all the strength I could, I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. A quick snack would do.
Lazing around the house isn’t that bad. I think I’ve perfected it. If it were a sport, I’d probably have a cabinet littered with medals and trophies. Speaking of litter, I haven’t taken the trash out. Pretty sure it was Adachi’s turn today, but she left in a hurry.
Well, that’s both our faults for staying up late—mostly mine, because I knew I wasn’t going to work. So, we watched a movie late into the night, and then one thing led to another…
Aah, my legs still tremble when I walk. Adachi can be a freak when she wants to. She really wore me out… Ugh, I need to stop thinking about that and focus on the task at hand.
Ignoring the heat rising to my cheeks, I grabbed the trash bag and went outside. Maybe the curtains deceived me about how bright it was outside. “Ugh,” my eyes haven’t adjusted to the light, so I’m practically blind. “Aaah!” My foot stepped on something slippery, sending me tumbling to the ground.
The trash scattered everywhere, including all over me. Good thing nobody was outside to see—it’s so embarrassing. I should have just stayed in bed. Ouch, my back hurts. Could it be from my constant sleeping, or this fall? Maybe this is just a normal occurrence for people in their mid-thirties.
I could blame the fall, but this pain is constant. I think I should get it checked out—or wait until it gets worse, like normal people do. Then again, normal people don’t sleep all day or daydream about sleeping while they’re at work. Sigh, I reek.
First things first: get clean, then figure out what to cook for dinner, and then sleep. Hehe, it’s my day off, after all.
The water was soothing. It felt like I could melt and fall asleep right there. Of course, that might lead to drowning, and Adachi isn’t here to wake me up. We usually shower together, and I end up falling asleep on her. She wakes me up a few minutes later. I wonder why she doesn’t just wake me up right away. Maybe she wants me to get some rest, or maybe she’s just Adachi, savoring the moment.
My eyelids grew heavy, so I let them close for a bit. “Ooh, how long have I been here?” Wow, I fell asleep. The sun is setting. Falling asleep in the bathtub—typical Shimamura behavior. I hopped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around myself, and bolted out of the bathroom.
What are you doing?! Your wife is only a few hours away from coming home, and you still haven’t figured out what to cook. Sigh, I’m so tired and sleepy again. Adachi comes first, though. “Yes, time to figure something out.” I sat on the bed after drying off. The bed felt like a magnet, pulling me toward it.
“I wish I could just go to a world filled with nothing but beds.” That would be a good wish. But it would mean no Adachi… Well, she could come too. Adachi has said countless times that she could live with nothing else but me—well, at least when she was younger.
Thinking back on it made a faint smile spread across my face. She’s truly improved. It makes me feel like a teacher, or at least something close to that, seeing how far my “student” has come.
Speaking of improvement, I need to work on my sleeping habits—but that’s for another time. Getting out of bed left me drowsy. My destination? The wardrobe. I was looking for something soft and comfy… and then I realized I was supposed to do laundry today too. “Hah.” My side of the wardrobe was practically empty.
Looking at Adachi’s side, it’s never boring. I’m not going to comment on her sense of fashion. “Pardon the intrusion,” I said to her clothes before going through them. “Something soft and comfy—oh!” When was the last time I saw this? Her Chinese dress.
I remembered the first time I saw her in it. Deep down, in those threads of emotions weaved together, there was something I couldn’t quite understand back then, but now it’s as clear as the summer sky.
When was the last time she wore this? If I remember correctly, it was probably Christmas—but I’m not sure which year. Our Christmas-Chinese dress tradition continued until the dress became too tight for Adachi. It was so funny seeing how it restricted her movements during the final chapters of the dress’s life. She became almost robotic, but her face was deep red. I’ve always wondered what the dress would look like on me. “Hmm,” well, it won’t hurt to try it on.
Putting it on, I realized I made a mistake. The dress fit me perfectly—emphasis on “perfectly,” because it clung to my skin like a bodysuit. How is this even possible? I’m not that overweight. Asking myself that question is so ironic. Of course, the dress your fifteen-year-old self wore is going to be tight on you now. I took a deep breath and turned to the mirror. “Hmph, it looks better on her.” Well, time to get this off.
*Dringg.*
*Dringg.*
What? No way! Adachi’s back! Panic spread through my body. Trying to take the dress off felt like a losing battle. Adachi is going to open the door with her key any moment now. How is she back so early? It’s only two hours before she usually gets off work. And this dress won’t come off!!!
I heard the door open and shut, then footsteps… I left the room with the dress still clinging to my skin, tiptoeing through the hallway. I saw her, and I’ll never get used to how beautiful she is. It’s like the older she gets, the prettier she becomes. Though I still can’t get over how cute she was back in high school.
Then she saw me and froze. “Hey…” Adachi’s eyebrows tightened a little. “Why are you hiding—peeking?” Without thinking, I took a deep breath and stepped out. And then…
Adachi’s mouth fell open. Her bag slipped from her hand and hit the floor. Her face turned crimson. “Um… errggh …mmeerrg.” Strange sounds were coming out of her mouth. This is so embarrassing. “I just wanted to try this on,” I said, holding the slit of the dress. Okay, now I’m blushing too.
I could practically see steam coming out of Adachi’s head. “Hey? Hello?” I waved at her. She’s probably not in her body anymore. “Hey, say something.” I wanted her to say something just to check that she’s still there—definitely not for other reasons. Yeah, totally not.
Adachi’s eyes finally focused. “You… lo… looke… beau… ti… fu… aruggh.” I didn’t quite catch that, but considering she’s Adachi, it was probably her way of praising me. “Thank you, I guess.”
The color of her face kept changing to deeper shades of red. Her face was drenched with sweat. She kept stealing glances at me, ignoring the fact that I was staring at her. This is my fault for working her up like this, especially since she just got back from work. Look at me, stressing her out.
It seemed like Adachi wanted to say something. “You want to say something?” I asked, my gaze still fixed on her. “Yes—no… Umm… I brought food!” Haa… she’s panicking. I don’t know if I should feel bad for finding her panicked face cute.
“Hey, Adachi, do you want to kiss me?” Those words hitting her ears made her freeze like an ice sculpture. She nodded, her eyes glittering. Wow, this feels like old times. Adachi has changed a lot, but this Chinese dress seems to have brought back a version of her from the past. It gave me goosebumps.
“Oka—“ The rest of what I was about to say was lost as her lips met mine. She moved faster than I expected. Our height difference has become more obvious over the years, but this time, she was wearing shoes while I was barefoot. No fair. I had to rise on my tiptoes to compensate, or else she would have maneuvered my body to her will.
Well, it was inevitable. I could feel the heat of her body rising. She was restless, like a hungry beast pouncing on its prey. Her hands went to my waist, pulling me closer. That was when I lost my balance, but thankfully, the dining table was there. Adachi’s hand went to my exposed thigh, revealed by the slit of the dress.
Her hand slid to the back of my thigh, lifting and placing me on the table. Our lips were still locked. My body temperature was rising, and I was slowly getting drenched with sweat. Umm… that wasn’t the only place I was wet. Actually, let’s not dwell on that…
Adachi broke off the kiss, panting heavily, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re so pretty,” she said with confidence. That’s the “new Adachi”—saying what’s on her mind without hesitation, a stark contrast to her old self. But she’s blushing like crazy now. Adachi slowly added her body weight to mine, forcing me to lie back on the table.
She ran her hand through the slit of the dress, going deeper, her eyes still fixed on mine. Then she gasped, her eyes widening. Is it me, or has the room gotten steamier? “Uh-oh… I just came out of the shower—yes, that!” I blurted out, feeling embarrassed. I don’t know if it was an answer to me not wearing underwear or being wet, but I guess it covered both.
“Hehe,” Adachi giggled. Her fingers slid between my thighs, causing me to yelp. I quickly broke our gaze, looking sideways. “So—so arrgh… what do you want—Haa! For dinner?” I don’t even know what I’m saying. Everything felt like my head was spinning.
“I brought mmmh…. Morrrhnn.” Adachi’s words were muffled as she buried her face in my chest—well, between my breasts—with her hand still between my thighs. The faint smell of sweat in her hair made me feel fuzzy. She was completely on top of me, causing me to lie flat on the table.
“Hah! Mgghh.” She’s so good with her fingers, unlike yours truly. The woman on top of me raised her head from my chest, her face coming into view. And there it was—the third version of her. I only see this version of her in… well, these situations.
Her irises were slightly dilated. I don’t know if it’s because my head is spinning, but were they heart-shaped? “What abou! Hah!” Every time I tried to talk, her fingers dug deeper. She’s really enjoying herself, huh?
“So, are we not eating? Mgggh!” Then she broke free, her breathing increasing with every second. Those hungry eyes stared down at me. I could practically feel them devouring me. I wonder how I looked now, all spread out on the table… Never mind, it’s something I don’t want to see. From Adachi’s perspective, I probably looked like one of Michelangelo’s paintings.
“Oh?” Adachi said, flickering back to her senses. Her eyes darted around the room—well, it’s a mess. I ought to have gotten off the table, but it strangely felt good. Instead, I gazed up at my beautiful wife, who was currently panicking. Hmm, not a bad sight.
“Ermmm.” She didn’t know what to say. I stretched my hand toward her, signaling for help to get up. Well, she’s the reason I’m in this position. Adachi grabbed my hand and pulled me up, but my hand slipped—maybe because of my sweaty arm or her wet palm. Anyway, I tumbled back onto the table, but before I landed, Adachi’s hand slipped under my back and caught me. “Hoho, nice reflexes,” I grinned at her.
She shot back a faint smile, still blushing. “Umm, about the food… d rmm.” She was finding it hard to meet my gaze, then her eyes settled on my lips. “We could eat out, or….” Our heads were so close they were practically bumping against each other. Again, she pressed her body against mine. Strangely enough, her confidence was back. Sometimes she’s like an open book; other times, it’s like I’m trying to understand quantum physics.
You might find it daunting, but for me, that’s the most fun thing about Adachi. She buried her face in my neck, and I could feel the hot air escaping her lips as her tongue caressed my skin. We were back on the table where we started.
“Or….” Adachi muttered again, her lips close to my ear. “Or w..mwgat?” I blurted out. Adachi knows how sensitive my ears are. “Or we could order food for you,” she replied, my earlobe between her teeth. And then her tongue slipped in. Honestly, I don’t remember what happened after that. Everything happened so fast. I do remember fragments, like how I asked her what she was going to eat if I was the only one getting food.
“Well, errmm.” Now she’s shy again? Her entire face was blazing red. “My… my food is wrapped in a Chinese dress, staring at me,” Adachi mumbled. That… was good? “Oh?” was the only thing that came out of my mouth, followed by laughter. “You’re becoming a smooth talker, Adachi.” Is that steam coming out of her head? Then it hit me—’my food?’ What does she mean?
“So, are you going to eat me?” A crooked smile spread across her lips when she heard that. Her hand slipped into the slit of the dress, massaging my thigh. Then she took it out and spread it across the table, my feet poking out over the edge.
She did the same with my other thigh. “Maybe,” Adachi said as she stared down at where my thighs met, fierce hunger glittering in her eyes. I don’t know if the heat ravaging my body is from embarrassment or something else… Goosebumps spread across my skin, anticipating her touch, those slender fingers of hers.
Adachi bent down, and her tongue got to work…
Spinning, everything blurred. I tried to wrap my thighs around her at first, but her hands stopped me. She went deeper, her tongue hitting all the right spots. Her hands went to my butt and pulled me closer, partially lifting me off the table.
“Mhhmm,” Adachi moaned as flesh met flesh. Fluids distorted the words leaving her lips. How many times have I had that release? I’ve lost count. How long have we been at it? Everything felt like it was happening in a limbo where time doesn’t exist. How loud was I? I think I strained my throat.
Adachi broke free, her kisses turning into bites. Her teeth worked on my thighs, sending electric surges through my body. I wrapped my thighs around her head, pulling her back into place. My fingers dug into her hair, a strange heat radiating through every corner of my body.
It felt like I was about to release that heat. My back arched sharply off the table, my head dangling over the edge.
I can’t remember the last time I came this hard. It felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. Adachi got up, her face drenched, her hair sticking to her skin. She was breathing heavily, as was I. She looked at the mess below and around her, her cheeks blazing. Adachi’s mouth was moving, but no words came out.
Those lips she used to suck all the strength out of me. “You—“
“T-THANKS FOR THE MEAL!” Adachi blurted out before scurrying to the room.
“Haa…”
My back hurts, my body is drenched with sweat, and I can feel the wetness dripping from my thighs down to my legs. Staring at the ceiling feels strangely relaxing.
Another memory tucked into our book called life, maybe when I flip through these pages, I might laugh, cry or……
My hand slipped between my thighs.
“Urrrrgh, I need to shower again.”