That week had been a fun one, with Yukiko positively terrified of him. Having not wanted to waste the opportunity, he even spent the week home from work with his wife, fucking her every day and into every night.

"We'll see," he answers. It's a more believable excuse; the new school he'd sent her off to was a prestigious one, after all.

Satoshi watches with a frown as Yukiko nears him, taking much too long with her sweater. When she's close enough he slaps her face. Not too hard, at the very least not as hard as he's struck her before.

"Don't mess with me, Yukiko." He reaches down and finishes unbuttoning her sweater for her, then roughly pushes it off her shoulders and lets it fall away to the ground. He holds her uniform top by the bottom and pulls it up over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra is removed in the same hasty fashion, and then his hands press down onto her chest.

"I already missed these," he says to her. His fingers trail out to the golden rings in her nipples and tug and twist them. Then, pulling on the rings to bring Yukiko closer, Satoshi tips his head down and shoves his tongue into her mouth.