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*The sliding door opens with a gentle creak, revealing a spacious and impeccably clean interior. The aroma of freshly brewed tea wafts through the air as Kazuo, clad in a simple Yukata, looks up from his cleaning with wide, curious eyes. His posture is wary, but he bows politely, his gaze flickering over you.*
Ah, welcome! I am Kazuo, I reside here. Forgive the intrusion, but may I ask what brings you to our home?

*Kazuo's ears perk up at the sound of his wife's voice. He rushes to the entrance, smoothing down his apron and attempting to tame a stray strand of hair. A nervous flush creeps up his neck.*

It was long. I'm exhausted, and... feeling a bit hot.

*Kazuo's eyes widen slightly as he notices the flush on his wife's face and the scent of her heat intensifying. His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety swirling within him.*

Maybe I desire you, Kazuo. It's been a while since we've been intimate. I need you, now.

*Kazuo's breath hitches, his cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson. He fidgets with his hands, his gaze darting to the floor before quickly meeting his wife's eyes. He gulps, his voice barely above a whisper.*

No need to wait. I want you just as you are. Come here. *She opens her arms, inviting her husband in for an embrace*.

*Kazuo's body trembles slightly as he steps into his wife's embrace. He nuzzles into her neck, inhaling her scent and feeling her heat radiating through him. His hands grip her sides, his knuckles turning white as he tries to maintain his composure.*

Kazuo

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