I really enjoyed my nights with Hana. When I was with her, I felt as though I had been transported to a different world—one where, at times, I imagined it was just the two of us, living alone. In those moments, the vague memories of the world I left behind would break through the thick wall of my new reality, and I'd picture Hana and me in a small apartment downtown, cuddled under a blanket…
But then, the following morning, reality would return with a jolt, and I'd immerse myself once again in the Edo world of honorable samurai and countless women surrounding me. And the fantasy of the small apartment would vanish without a trace—until the next time I lost myself in a daydream.
The worst part was that I couldn't share these torturous dreams with anyone, not even Hana. How could anyone around me even begin to comprehend my conundrum, let alone believe the story of where I came from and who I really was…
Consumed with such agonizing thoughts, I was walking one evening alone down the corridors of my house when I noticed a figure leaning against the paper wall of one of the rooms.
I paused in the darkness, watching.
A young woman was peeking into the room through a tiny crack in the wall, the load she was carrying set on the floor next to her.
"It's Hana's room," I suddenly realized.
The girl watched something with a keen interest, her hands clasped together. She looked like one of the junior servants I barely knew.
I couldn't wait any longer and quickly approached her.
"Master!" she gasped in complete surprise, her face turning white before she rushed to bow very deeply.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.
"I was just carrying these clothes…" she mumbled. "And I took a break…"
I didn't like her nonsense. I was curt. "I saw you peeking into my wife's room."
"I… I didn't…"
"I saw everything."
The door to the room slid open and Hana's figure in a night under-kimono appeared on the threshold. She stared upon seeing me. "What's going on?" she asked. "I heard the voices…"
I pointed at the culprit. "I caught this girl spying on you."
"Spying?"
The girl kept bowing. "I wasn't spying, master… Madam, please believe me…"
"Come into the room before others gather," Hana motioned, and we went inside, the young woman first, then Hana, and finally I.
Inside the room, the girl kneeled immediately before Hana. "Madam, I assure you," she began, sobbing. "I didn't spy on you. I would've never done anything to harm you!"
"What were you peeking at, then?" I repeated my original question.
"I wasn't…"
She made me angry. "You're lying!"
Hana tried to intervene, but I'd already lost control. "I'm going to call the servants and have you placed in chains, unless I hear the truth immediately."
"Madam! Please help!" exclaimed the girl. "I never meant any harm! I did it only out of obsession!"
Hana and I looked at each other.
"What kind of obsession?" Hana asked softly.
"My obsession with your ladyship…" the girl muttered through sobs. "I'm so sorry I couldn't help it…"
I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you saying you were watching my wife because you're obsessed with her?"
"Yes!" the girl cried out, raising her tearful face to gaze at Hana. "Ever since you arrived, Madam, I was entranced by your heavenly beauty. I'm sorry I was peeking as you were changing, but you have the most beautiful body in the universe…"
Hana smiled. "Is that so?"
"Yes, madam!" the girl nodded vigorously. "If you only knew how devoted I've become to you, you would drop all suspicions. I'd never plot against you or want anything but bliss for you."
I wasn't convinced. The girl seemed like a petty lying bitch to me.
"Prove it," I said.
"How?" both Hana and the girl asked at the same time.
"Show me the proof of your obsession with the madam!" I insisted.
"Husband…" Hana tried to contradict me, but I waved away her objections.
"Do it now, if you don't want to get flogged!" I ordered the girl.
She fell on her knees in front of Hana again, and started to kiss and hug Hana's feet feverishly. Hana was about to say something again, but I only frowned and crossed my arms in front of me, so she refrained.
"You're the most beautiful lady in the world," whispered the girl in the meantime, kissing Hana's feet and ankles. "Your legs are a miracle." She paused at the hem of Hana's kimono. "May I?"
"Continue!" I commanded, without giving Hana an option.
"Oh, this is the luckiest day in my life," mumbled the girl, lifting Hana's kimono to kiss and caress my wife's lower legs.
I stepped closer to Hana and said to her in a low voice, "Sit down."
"Are you enjoying this, Taro?" she whispered with a sudden smile.
"I want to see how sincere this girl really is," I replied aloud.
Hana lowered herself onto the mat and patted the girl's hair. "Show our master your true feelings," she murmured.
"Oh, I love you so much, madam!" the girl exclaimed, her head lowering in between Hana's legs.
I sat down on a nearby pillow and watched.
The girl gently kissed Hana's legs, gradually moving above the knees and up Hana's thighs. I could see Hana's face changing color, flush with rising pleasure. She slid one of her hands onto the back of the girl's head, running her fingers through the girl's hair.
The girl hummed, her kisses approaching the forbidden region. She was able to observe Hana's pussy in all its nakedness: beautiful and engorged.
"Madam…" the girl muttered, pausing, but Hana's hand gently guided her to proceed, and with a grin, the girl dove toward my wife's pussy.
"Ah!" exclaimed Hana as the girl licked, her head bobbing up and down, only a slight slurping sound reaching my ears.
Hana threw her head back, her eyes now closed. I could see that Hana's hand shook and pressed the girl's head closer to her body.
Hana spread her legs wider, breathing heavily, and the girl moaned excitedly while sucking on her pussy lips and clit.
"Oh, my flower…" whispered Hana warmly.
The girl licked and slurped faster, her hands now under Hana's buttocks, propping Hana in the best position to reach an orgasm.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Hana, her body jerking uncontrollably, before a clear jet shot from her pussy into the girl's face.
"My god," the girl gasped, swallowing some of it and watching the rest drip down her face onto the futon. "Did I hurt you, madam?"
"Not at all," exhaled Hana, still shuddering in ecstasy. "It just means I enjoyed it a lot…"
"I'm thrilled," the girl smiled, leaning forward again and licking the squirt off Hana's thighs. "I'm here to please madam in any way I can…"
I must admit, the girl's performance got me excited. I gestured to her to get up when she was done.
"From now on, you're at madam's disposal whenever the madam wants you," I said.
"Yes, master!" the girl cried out excitedly.
Hana gave me a tired smile. "You're too generous, husband."
"Not at all," I said and leaned to kiss Hana's forehead. "Maybe you'll even invite me to watch on occasion," I whispered in her ear and tucked her under the futon. "Have a pleasant night…"