Hamakaze lived in a peaceful bliss with the Admiral. During their night together, every time the Admiral's gentle hands caressed her pale skin, a warmth filled the depths of her heart. Even though she didn't experience the intense pleasure that made her body tremble, she believed that the quiet satisfaction of being held by the one she loved was what happiness truly meant to her. Ruffling her soft silver hair, Hamakaze buried her face in the Admiral's chest—she had no doubt that this peace would last forever.
But fate cruelly shifted. She was suddenly ordered to work for a stranger, on a business trip. Hamakaze was assigned to her new role as a secretary, and from the very start, the man had been eyeing her with scrutiny. His strong hands slid inside her uniform, revealing her private parts with a heat she'd never known before. The moment his thick, breathless cock pushed open her narrow entrance and penetrated deep, Hamakaze's body experienced true pleasure for the first time. Each powerful smack against her uterus numbed her brain, and she experienced waves of irresistible climax. A white-hot excitement she had never felt during her nights with her beloved admiral consumed her entire being.
After her business trip, Hamakaze returned to the admiral's home. Her feelings of love were genuine. But with each passing night, a feeling of dissatisfaction cries out from deep within her body. That heat, that depth, that intensity - every time his fingertips touch her private parts, the sweet, tingling sensation of that man's penis returns to her.
A few months later, Hamakaze, clad in her pure white wedding dress, has a swollen belly, and breast milk is quietly oozing from her voluptuous breasts. The person standing next to her is not her beloved admiral - it is her new master, the one who taught her true pleasure that night.