I can't get enough of this mom's ass in tight pants.

From the 120,000 yen the man gave me, I put 20,000 yen in my pocket and put the remaining 100,000 yen in my bag before I went home.

When I arrived home and saw Kazuya's face, a wave of guilt washed over me. I suppressed the uneasiness bubbling inside me and lied to him about what had happened - that a passer-by had taken pity on me and given me money.

"He managed to lend me 100,000 yen..."

"I see, that's good..."

Kazuya's expression was blank, his face unreadable.

Does he know...?

Kazuya and I have almost the same social connections in Tokyo. There's no way someone would lend me such a large amount of money without a reason. And we never had any secrets or lies between us.

But I had no choice. I have to do this to survive.

I repeated this thought to justify my actions.

The 100,000 yen helped us avoid an immediate crisis, but the money quickly ran out. I was in financial trouble again, but this time there was no hesitation.

With the 20,000 yen I had secretly kept, I bought cosmetics, sexy lingerie, a short skirt, and condoms. Then I started standing on street corners.

I no longer felt any resistance to selling my body. Most of the men who approached me were in their 30s or 40s and offered 30,000 to 50,000 yen per session.

Since I couldn't leave the house for long because of my child and Kazuya, I would negotiate with a man, get the money, and return home quickly. For some reason, Kazuya never questioned how I got the money.

Around this time, Kazuya's life began to stabilize and his health gradually improved. However, he was in a daze most days, and although he had once said that he would return to work as soon as he recovered, he showed no signs of doing so.

Worried, I asked him if something was wrong, but he always dismissed it, saying, "It's nothing."

Recently, however, I noticed that his gaze had changed. The way he looked at me was different - sharp and penetrating.

And then, one day...

While I was preparing lunch, Kazuya suddenly confronted me.

"What are you doing?"

Before I could answer, he pushed me to the floor. Without a word, he tore off my clothes, ripped my underwear and roughly touched my genitals.

It was like being raped. He spread my legs and forced himself into my dry vagina. I turned my face away, closed my eyes, and raised my hands in surrender, letting him do whatever he wanted.

"Damn it, damn it... you whore..."

I was frightened and looked at his face. His bloodshot eyes were wild, fierce.

"Who did you sleep with? How did they treat you?"

I couldn't answer. I just looked away, not doing anything.

"Damn it, damn it... you made a fool of me..."

He started to thrust hard, but I felt nothing. Kazuya's size and hardness were no longer enough to satisfy me.

After a few thrusts, he reached his climax. I could feel the sticky warmth seeping out of my vagina. I lay there without moving, still and unresponsive.

Kazuya collapsed next to me, mumbling something between heavy breaths.

"Ayaka... if only you hadn't shown up, I would have..."