Kanomama wa hatsukoi no hito - Chapter 5-1

Chapter 5: Liberation from the Past—Impregnating Both Kano-mama And The Girlfriend - 1 

Urusuke got in touch with It’sme—Itomi Manako of the Itomi Detective Agency—right after carefully reading the report.

And then, a few days later.

“What happened, Urusuke-san—?”

It’s a weekday afternoon. They’re in the study that the head of the Hijiri family once used. Sae watches Urusuke as he prepares, his eyes filled with seriousness.

Hanao is at school today, and with her club activities, she won’t be home until late. There’s no chance she’ll come back early.

What he was about to begin with Sae wasn’t like their usual exchanges. The air between them was tight with tension.

“Alright, done… It’s a little old, but it was top-notch in its day—good enough.”

Urusuke looked at the PC screen. It was the one Sae’s late husband, Hijiri Hanataro, had once used. He had installed a modern remote communication app—one that had evolved rapidly in recent years—and started it up.

“What do you mean… that I can meet with him—with Hanataro-san?”

“Excuse me, but I’ve already made contact on our end. To put it plainly—Hijiri Hanataro is alive.”

“——!”

Stunned, Sae’s back hit the bookshelf with a jolt. She’d already guessed it from the earlier message that said she could “meet Hanataro.” But still—

“Why… how could that be…”

“At first, it was just a faint sense of something being off.”

The Hijiri family had been fairly well-off thanks to the trading company Hanataro ran. Even after his death, the shares and inheritance left behind when he passed on the business were considerable. At the very least, they wouldn’t have to worry about money in Hanao’s generation.

“But in the midst of all that, I heard from Hanao that Hanataro-san had canceled his life insurance policy.”

Moreover, upon investigation, it turned out to be just before the accident.

“That’s true, but… he said he was planning to switch to a new policy.”

Given the Hijiri family’s wealth, there was no need to cut corners on insurance. Even if he really had planned to change his policy, both Hanao’s and Sae’s remained untouched to this day.

“And then, about what I asked you before—the day before Hanataro-san’s death.”

Sae flinched, her shoulders trembling. It was a reflection of the guilt she carried within her.

But Urusuke’s goal was to free her from that burden.

“I just thought it was all too much of a coincidence—Hanataro-san not noticing the fuel, forgetting his phone, and then accidentally falling into the sea.”

You could call it a coincidence and be done with it. But Urusuke checked anyway, knowing it might be pointless. And what he found was—

“The remote connection has connected.”

“…………………”

He gestured for Sae to take the seat in front of the PC. She swallowed nervously and sat down. Moments later, a man’s face appeared on the screen.

‘Uhh… can you see me? …Ah.’

The man on the screen looked both relieved and apologetic when he saw Sae.

He looked like a gentle, slightly gaunt middle-aged man wearing glasses.

‘It’s been a while, Sae-san.’

“D-D-De-ar——”

Sae answered in a trembling voice, then lowered her head and covered her face with both hands.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh… ugh…!”

A sob slipped from her lips. It was only natural—and not just because her husband was still alive.

I didn’t kill Hanataro-san… Hanao—she’s not the daughter of a woman who murdered her husband…!

Watching her like that, Hanataro bowed his head on the screen.

‘I’m sorry… I never imagined you’d been suffering so much because of me.’

And just like that, he went on speaking.

‘I knew that you were aware of my misconduct.’

Urusuke understood—he was talking about the affair.

‘As your husband, I caused you, my wife, so much pain, time and again. So I thought… that even if you heard I’d died, you wouldn’t grieve that deeply.’

“That’s not true,” Urusuke cut in, unable to hold back. “Sae-san isn’t like that—you must have known that.”

If they’d loved each other enough to marry in the first place.

‘………You’re right. I’m sorry.’

At Urusuke’s strained, almost forced rebuttal, Hanataro bowed his head once more.

“—W-what… what on earth is happening? How are you even alive right now?”

At last, Sae wiped back her tears, lifted her head, and asked the question anyone would.

‘Yeah… you’re right. Now that it’s come to this, I’ll tell you everything—everything about the pathetic man I am.’

On the screen, Hanataro stared into the void, as though lost in memories of the past.

‘First of all, the reason I’m still alive is that the fall was staged. I made it look like an accident. When you said that day you’d forgotten about the fuel, I thought that was fine—if it could ease your mind, then so be it. …But as he told me off just now, that was a foolish, naive thought.’

“………!”

Sae recoiled as though hit by a shock.

In the end, the timing had collided in the worst possible way—Sae’s petty act of revenge and Hanataro’s staged death.

‘That day, I used a business acquaintance’s connection to secretly slip out of the country. I left my phone behind, and didn’t say anything about the fuel—because none of it mattered anymore.’

Because the man named Hijiri Hanataro was meant to die that day.

‘…Now, I’m living in another country under a different name.’

Up to that much, even Urusuke had already guessed. The fact that the man named Hijiri Hanataro remains legally dead hasn’t changed.

‘As for the reason… it’s connected to how I treated you back then.’

Sae held her breath. The wrongs he’d done to her—sexless marriage, infidelity.

To her, Hanataro spoke with a weary sigh.

‘The truth is… I can only feel sexual arousal toward girls in their late teens.’

Silence filled the study. It took a moment for the weight of his words to sink in. Then Hanataro went on.

‘You know… at first, I didn’t even realize it. Things were good with you in the beginning. Then Hanao was born, and I thought life was perfect. But…’

At some point, he stopped feeling sexually attracted to Sae. It happened after she turned twenty.

‘I tried everything I could… but nothing worked. It just became impossible.’

Hanataro looked away from the screen as he spoke. Sae was speechless.

Not because her body had changed, but simply because she was no longer in her teens—because she’d turned twenty—she had ceased to be a sexual being in his eyes.

Sae once said that even after working out and making her body more attractive than before, it still didn’t help. It wasn’t about her looks at all.

But this is, in fact, a real kind of sexual preference—and among what people would call abnormal ones, it’s relatively mild. There are even those who can only feel aroused by the elderly, or, in extreme cases, by buildings themselves.

Sexual desire, more than most people realize, is driven largely by one’s state of mind. No matter how (conventionally) attractive the partner may be, if you’re not in the ‘mood’, it simply doesn’t work.

“No…! why—how—why—?”

As Sae began to cry, the meaning of her former husband’s words finally sinking in, Urusuke could only watch—he couldn’t bring himself to say a thing to Hanataro.

I’m the same… I can only get aroused by women with bodies like Hanao’s or Sae-san’s. If I hadn’t met Hanao, who knows what would have become of me.

That said, Urusuke’s preference for ‘exceptionally voluptuous, well-proportioned women’ isn’t exactly considered a problematic sexual preference. But if that preference were to—

If it’s something that would be a crime merely to carry out.

Pedophilia, incest, injury, or amputation fetishes—those kinds of desires. For people with such inclinations to keep themselves from committing crimes, they usually turn to fiction as a way to release their urges.

But the method Hanataro chose was—

“So that’s what led you to cheating, then?”

Taking Sae’s place, Urusuke quietly urged him to go on.

‘Yeah. Teenage girls… sometimes for money. The girls changed a few times.’

Their marriage lasted around fifteen years. But as his mistresses grew older, too, Hanataro was forced to keep finding new ones.

‘I know… it was selfish of me. I should’ve been satisfied with videos or books instead.’

He let out a long sigh.

‘…But I couldn’t. In the end, I chose to kill myself—and leave this country.’

“Why… how …”

Sae groaned as she repeated the words. It seemed like an abrupt revelation, but Urusuke felt he could understand. This man, Hijiri Hanataro, had certainly betrayed Sae, but—

It’s not like he was completely okay with it, though.

The more he tries to hold on to his current life, the more he has to lie to himself, engage in sex that counts as a crime, and keep betraying his family.

‘I’m—tired.’

He was ready to start over from scratch in a new place, even if it meant having nothing but himself.

‘It might be hard to believe, but… the only ones I was concerned about were Sae-san and Hanao. So I made sure all of my inheritance would go to them.’

“Did you cancel the insurance because you felt bad about it?”

Sae looked up at Urusuke’s murmur, while Hanataro wore an uneasy, embarrassed expression.

‘Of course not. It would end up being insurance fraud, after all. And I couldn’t let it cause any kind of trouble for Sae-san and Hanao down the line.’

However, it’s ironic that that very reason led Urusuke to investigate the accident.

“Where are you now…?”

Once she had finally calmed herself, Sae asked in a fragile, barely audible voice.

‘Southeast Asia. I’m running a new business there, making sure everything stays within the law.’

“So, in other words, that means—”

Hanataro let out a self-mocking laugh.

‘To the person who agreed despite knowing the circumstances from the start… once they turn twenty, I plan to part ways and provide enough money for them to remarry.’

Hataro-san is actually saying something quite awful…

However, Urusuke also thinks that, for him, this is likely the only way he can show sincerity to a temporary wife.

‘So… well, to put it simply, Sae-san—there’s nothing for you to feel guilty about. It was all my fault. Please, live your life without worrying about me.’

Sae tilted her head to the sky once. Three years of torment weighed on her. She inhaled deeply, as if swallowing it all—and then slowly let it out over a long, drawn-out exhale.

“…Truly… such a selfish person…”

There was no smile. Yet the shadow of guilt that had clung to Sae’s face for three long years had finally vanished.

‘Yeah… I’m sorry. Truly.’

Though physically separated by thousands of kilometers—far more than when they were once husband and wife—now, having shared everything openly, including their sexual preferences, they might, in terms of emotional closeness, actually feel nearer than ever.

Alright then… time to finish this up.

After observing that, Urusuke moves. He circles behind the chair where Sae is sitting—approaching from behind—

“So… I guess you need to put your ex-husband at ease, right, Sae-san?”

With a soft, yielding squeeze, he lifts her ample breasts from beneath. Sae’s shoulders jerk in response—

“Ugh… Urusuke-san!?”

Flustered, she glanced at Urusuke behind her.

‘Y-you… it was Kogi-kun, right? What are you—'

“You kind of suspected it all along, didn’t you, Hataro-san?”

Even as he spoke, Urusuke’s fingers never paused, massaging the two prominent mounds that made their presence felt even beneath her sweater.

“Ugh… ah… nn… Urusuke-san… s-stop… eh!”

Despite her words, Sae doesn’t resist forcefully; her cheeks flushed, she endures the humiliation. Even a first-time observer would immediately understand the nature of their relationship.

‘You are, um… for Sae-san right now—'

“Basically, something like her boyfriend.”

In fact, he is also her future son-in-law and her daughter’s boyfriend.

“Look, I stayed out of it because it’s a matter between ex-husband and wife, but I’m still angry about how Sae-san has been treated.”

“Mm…”

At that, Hataro fell silent. Sae’s long-held guilt could finally be alleviated. Yet the fact remained that he had been unfaithful to his ex-wife for years.

“So… from now on, I’ll prove that Sae-san is truly happy. Make sure you watch closely.”

“N-no…!? In front of him… hiii… nn!”

The female body instinctively tried to resist, but skilled fingers, knowing every weakness, quickly rendered her silent.

‘W-wait… I mean, something that Sae-san would hate—'

“Does it really look like that? This?”

Without hesitation, Urusuke flipped up Sae’s jacket along with her bra, exposing her ample breasts and the firm, erect, light-brown nipples to the open air. Furthermore—

“Nngh… hhh… ah… nn… ah… oh…”

With a sharp pinch to her most sensitive spot—her nipple—Sae’s cheeks flushed, lust sparked in her eyes, and she could no longer hold back the moans escaping her lips.

On the screen, Hataro swallowed hard. Even for him, seeing his ex-wife’s voluptuous form being touched by someone else was a first.

“N-no… nooo… Urusuke… san… that’s too cruel—”

Even at her most forceful protest, her voice remained utterly sweet. While the hands that knew her body so well played their part, Sae herself felt her lower abdomen heating up in response to the sudden, abnormal situation.

Ah… no, no… I can’t believe this is happening in front of Hataro-san, how…

“It’s not cruel at all, Sae-san. After being neglected for over ten years, you’re finally being fulfilled as a woman, and I’ll make sure he sees it properly. That’s what will truly put him at ease.”

“B-but… buut ahh… nn…!”

Urusuke’s hand slipped beneath her skirt, and her full thighs writhed atop the chair.

A wet, squelching sound echoed. Realizing she had been noticed, Sae shivered once more. The hand’s owner smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

“Come-on, Sae-san.”

“A-ahh!”

With a sudden movement, Sae’s knees were lifted while she remained seated. On the chair, she assumed a wide-legged, gym-squat-like posture. Naturally, her skirt was flipped up, fully exposing her red panties, damp and see-through.

‘…’

“No, no, it’s… nn… it’s embarrassing…”

Even Hataro couldn’t help but gawk at his ex-wife’s lewd form. She covered her bright-red face in protest, yet her twisted nipples and the swollen clitoris beneath her panties were painfully engorged.

Seeing the contrast between her words and her body, Urusuke let out a wry smile—

“It’s about time you showed your usual form, Sae-san. Come on—”

He grabbed the hand covering Sae’s face and claimed her lips from the side.

“Nnh! Mmmf… ugh… squelch, smooch, squish…”

From Hataro’s point of view, he could see Sae, who had initially widened her eyes in shock, gradually melt under his gaze, surrendering to the intimate dance of their tongues in a way that was laid bare before him.

‘Sae-san…’

“Ah… mmm… nnngh, uuuuuuh!”

Her mouth, nipples, and private area. The three places are being tormented under her ex-husband’s watch. In this abnormal situation, and with the overwhelming stimulation, Sae’s sanity quickly begins to erode.

Soon after, with a shudder, her ample breasts and lower body quiver, and her panties become visibly wetter.

“Hah… did you cum, sae-san?”

“Ahh… aha… anaahaa… f-forgive me, please forgive me…”

Is it a desperate plea to her young boyfriend, or an apology to her ex-husband?

In any case, Urusuke’s hands don’t stop, and Hataro keeps his eyes fixed on the screen.

Her jacket and bra are torn off, and Sae is forced to stand. With her backside pushed out behind her, she’s made to place her hands on the PC monitor.

“Ahaa………! Hii…!”

‘!’

In other words, she is facing her ex-husband up close on the screen. Her eyes lock with his, and a scream escapes her. The massive breasts hanging from her chest sway, pulled by gravity.

“—Nngh, come on, make sure you're watching closely, okay?”

Squiiiishhh…!

“Nngh… aaaaaahh!”

Without hesitation, from behind, out of view from the monitor, Urusuke thrust his erect shaft into the moist valley in a doggy-style position.

On the distant screen, Sae’s image is distorted with a face twisted in both shock and pleasure, and her massive breasts shaking lewdly. The raw intensity of it makes Hataro instinctively pull back from where he had leaned forward.

‘Whoa—’

“Hiiugh… w-wait! Urusuke, wai—……”

Squish… slurp, slurp, slop, squelch, squish!

“Nooooooo! Aaaah—nooo! Ohooooooooo!”

The scream of protest quickly turns into a cry of pleasure with each thrust of the shaft.

Thud… slurp! Thwack!

With every thrust, the intelligence that once graced Sae’s thoughtful face was completely stripped away, her eyes clouded with pleasure, and she became a beast, howling with filthy gasps.

“Nooo! Higuuuuah… t-this is insane! Your cock is so deep… noo… oh… stop… stop—ohoo! M-My pussy is breakiiing—ah!”

 

‘O-ooooh… is this really you, Sae-san?’

Even for Hanataro, who knew Sae back in her school days as a full-fledged "bitch gal," her current state of disarray is beyond anything he remembers.

“For now, how about we blow everything out of the way?”

Urusuke increases the speed of his thrusts. From Sae’s voice, the words fade away, replaced by something that sounds more like an animalistic moan—

“Oh! Ooh! Hiah… ahaah! Nnngh! Uaa… ohooo…!”

“Come on, cum!”

Splort! He thrusts deeply, with enough force to crush her deepest point. 

“—……! Aaaaaaahii!? Noooaaah! I’m kumming, cumming… cumming-mming-kummiiing!”

At the height of her pleasure, the final thrust came, and Sae, her waist and knees trembling, her eyes rolled back, reached her climax.

Hanataro, watching her incredible expression of climax, stared at the monitor, seemingly overwhelmed.

With a slump, Sae’s body loses its strength. To support her, Urusuke holds her from behind.

"Good set."

Then, he pulls the chair closer and sits down on it again.

“Nnngh-ah!”

Naturally, his hard cock remains embedded inside her. Sae, still impaled on top of him, throws her head back from the deep sensation of him thrusting into her.

She exposes her glistening, trembling chest to the monitor, her legs spread in an M-shape, her penetrated pussy on display.

“What do you think? Should I stop my dick for now?”

As he spoke, Urusuke grabbed the woman’s chin, pulling her closer, and kissed her hungrily.

“Nnngh… mmmphh… slurp… aha… ahh… no, noo… I don't want you to stop… my pussy… squelchy thrusts it in my pussy…”

‘……………!’

It was a transformation so dramatic that even Hanataro was stunned. The shame that had lingered just moments ago had vanished, leaving only the pleasure that now ruled her mind and the lust that colored her eyes.

“This is how it is. This woman, as soon as I thrust in, immediately reacts like this.”

Gripping her chin with his finger, Urusuke directed Sae's face—twisted with obscene pleasure—toward the monitor.

"Look, Hanataro-san must have realized that Sae-san is happy now, so go ahead and greet him."

"A-ahh, yes. If I say it, if I say it, thrusting cock, please resume it, okay?"

At this point, all sense of reason and propriety had vanished. Only a woman, completely dominated by lust, lewdly savoring the pleasure of her fully matured body, remained.

"I-I’m sorry, Hanataro-san… I, I'm happy right now… I, I’ll focus on having sex with him from now on."

With a mix of crying and laughing, the woman who had fallen into pleasure with her former spouse now repents.

“It’s been so long since we last met, and yet, here I am like this—I'm so sorry… I-I’m really glad you're alive and doing well, though… but… nghh!? C… cooock! It’s, thrusting…”

In the middle of his sentence, Urusuke’s hips moved, and once again, Sae was rocked up and down, her sanity slipping away.

“Hiii… but… Hanata… ro… san! Sex with Uru… suke-san! Ahiii… watch, wat… please watc—nhooh! I’m cumming like an animal… kumming… r-rtight there!”

Slosh! Squish! Slurp!

With every thrust, her sanity slips away, and her raw, primal "female" shows her face.

“Oh… oo-ohoooo~~~~! Hiii… ahh… kuumming! I’m cumming again… nooah! Ugh… uugh… my everything, is it alright if I’m just with this cooock!”

Thud, thud. As if reflecting the owner's madness, the breasts shake with an obscenity that could only be called 'lustful flesh.'

‘S-Sae-san… What kind of mess are you in?’

After hearing his ex-wife's declaration of lust, Hanataro couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

Eventually, the movement of the hips shifted into a lewd circular motion, and Urusuke's actions seemed to encourage it, pressing the lustful shaft deep inside while thrusting.

“Nngh… auaaah… oh… kumming… oguuuu… it’s crushiiing!”

The end was drawing near. To indicate this, the remaining time on the remote communication display showed three minutes.

"Alright, Sae-san. Here we go, the final one. Give it your all."

"Ahh, yes—yes. Uruusuke-san…!"

With a genuinely happy response, Sae lowered her feet back to the floor and brought her face closer to the monitor.

"Hanataro-san… Watch me for the last time. Watch me cum… being loved by a new man, watch me reach my climax with his… cock…"

‘Ah… Sae-san, you…’

As if answering her, Urusuke thrust deeply.
Thrust! Thrust! Ploop!

“Naaaaaa… I-It here! Cock is here… noo… ooh… ohoaooh… nnnngh~naooooh!”

A cry of pleasure that seemed to come from the very depths of the earth. To Sae, on the verge of losing herself, Urusuke shouted a commanding order.

"Come… on, it's almost over, Sae! Make sure to say your goodbye properly!"

“Hiiiguu! D-Deyr… Hana… Hanataro-san! I’m going to cum now! Inside my pussy—higuu… semen being forcefully released… ohoooh… and I’ll have an intense, creampie orgasm!”

She desperately held herself together and spoke her final words.

“Look at my face…”

“Ah—ahh… ahh… Sae-san. Sae-san.”

The moment when a conversation between a former couple took place.

Thrust…! The final stake was driven in—

“Ugh—Cu… mming!”

Thwack! Squish-squish-squelch! Slurp-squish! 

The murky torrent swept away everything of the woman who had once been his wife.

“~~~~~…………… hiio… naaaooohoooo…! It’s… coming out!”

The rhythmic pulsations continued to pump in the milky fluid, and before long, Sae’s womb was entirely filled with a stark white.

“Ugh… it’s still… coming out…”

Plop, thud, squish-thud!

“Nii… ogu… ohooo… hii—i’m cumming… kumming! I’m kummiiing… it's splashing around! Semen is coming out of my pusssssy! Ahh… i’m cummiiing!”

With her eyes half-rolled back, tears and saliva spilling down her face, Sae desperately communicates her happiness to her ex-husband.

“Oh… ooho… pregnant, this is pregnaaant! I’m cumming while being pregnant! D-D-Deeear! I can’t take it anymooore! I’m kumming agane… cumming and falling!”

Amidst the blinding whiteness, Sae struggled to express her climax, feeling her mind consumed by an overwhelming sense of euphoria.

——Ah, now, with this, I, I’ve truly become Urusuke-san’s woman, body and soul… I can give him everything, my name and my being. I’m his, completely, for him, a female…

Pleasure surged through her mind repeatedly, the electric-like sensation carrying Sae’s consciousness away.

What was left behind was the call screen, now empty with the other party gone, after the conversation ended—

“Oooo… aha… oooh… noo…!”

Unable to recover from the moment of climax, she trembled and convulsed, continuously releasing a flood of semen and climax fluid from her crotch, her body nothing but a flawless, transcendent woman’s form.

“—Thank you for your hard work, Sae-san.”

Urusuke called out to her, his voice filled with sympathy, as though addressing an existence formed by depravity and disgrace.

“…From now on, you won't have to fear any sense of guilt. I promise you.”