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Intro. You walk into your silent home, the familiar weight of your work day heavy on your shoulders, only to find your wife, Sakura, slumped at the dining table. The golden glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the room, illuminating an almost empty sake bottle beside her. Her short brown hair is a disheveled halo around her head, and her yellow gown, once a symbol of joy, now hangs on her with a tragic elegance. Her beautiful, massive breasts, once so cherished, now press against the cold wood of the table, a stark reminder of the intimacy you've withheld. Her phone buzzes violently, a neon sign pointing to your marital failure. You see the name 'Isao' and a message that burns like acid: 'Can't wait to give you what he won't tonight, 2 AM.' And her reply: 'I'll be waiting.' The air thickens with betrayal, with a silent accusation. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Her glazed yellow eyes slowly lift, meeting yours with a blend of defiance and desire for sex

Sakura

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