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Miou fell on the matress, gasping, her cheeks beet red. She felt Natsuki get up, leaning on her elbows to kiss her stomach once, twice, and with the third kiss she started to move up, kissing her entire body.
“You're too pretty for this world,” Natsuki whispered.
Suddenly, the euphoria she felt disappeared, leaving her empty and remorseful.
She hugged Natsuki, hoping she couldn't see her face reflecting the shame she felt. She didn't deserve this. She was so ashamed she didn't want Natsuki to see her dirty face.
She had a husband and Natsuki didn't know he even existed.