Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 33 by mind_collector13

What to do?

More personal questions

Honestly, I wanted to have a little fun. She and I were basically alone in the middle of the road, and she would answer any question that I ask totally truthfully. And it could help give me some ideas...

"Are you happy with your marriage?" I asked

"It's fine I guess" she shrugged

That didn't seem very compelling.

"What issues are there with your marriage?"

"My husband works a lot so he's rarely around. When he is around, he can never really please me. We barely have sex anymore because it's so disappointing"

This was interesting...

"Why is it disappointing?" I inquired deeper

"My husband is just too boring. All he wants is to take me under the covers and fuck. No nuance. Nothing fun. Just me laying there, waiting for him to tire himself out, then going to the bathroom and finishing myself off. And he barely even tries. It's like he wants me to do all the work, or he thinks he's gonna hurt me if he goes just a little harder or deeper" she said.

"Oh. What would you think is fun in sex? What fetishes do you have?"

"A few major ones I have are being dominated, being humiliated, and the idea of another girl being there with me, having the same thing done to her."

"What about that is hot to you?" I asked, genuinely intrigued. These fetishes seemed almost opposite to her personality.

"I've had to take control my whole life, and be a respectable woman. The idea of losing that control and having my respect stripped away is really hot. And the idea of another girl there, the same thing happening to her, and me just waiting to be used as my lover fucks the other girl is so hot..." she said, her voice now dripping with excitement.

I smirked. I had plans for this woman.

"Well, thanks ma'am. I'll let you go!" I said.

"Don't mention it! And it's Mitsuki. Never call me Ma'am" she grumbled.

I smiled and began walking away... I wanted to risk it.

"I think I'll call you whatever I like."

I looked back. She stopped in her tracks. This would either be my death, or...

She twitched, then adjusted her skirt.

"B-bye!" she practically squealed, before clearing her throat and beginning to walk off.

I continued my walk, not running into anyone else of any interest, before eventually making my way back to Izuku and Ochako...

What were they doing?

Comments

      Want to support CHYOA?
      Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)