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Yuto and Sae were still stuck to each other like syrup on a pancake, a newlywed, fresh off the honeymoon high. On the outside? Total power couple energy. But behind closed doors? Yuto’s engine kept stalling. The poor guy couldn’t get his motor runnin’, no matter how hard he twisted the key. He felt about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Mortified didn’t even cover it.
The docs said he was fit as a fiddle. No ghosts in the machine. So what gives? Turns out, Yuto had a secret stash of weird wiring deep in his brain. Dude was obsessed—like, lost in the sauce obsessed—with huge breasts and full-blown harem fantasies. The kind of stuff that made him feel slimier than a slug in a salt factory every time he looked at sweet, loving Sae. He figured he’d rather go silent than admit that.
But Sae wasn’t born yesterday. She caught the scent, and when the truth dropped, her heart splintered into a thousand tiny ice picks. Then she got sharp. “If that’s the lock, I’m picking it myself.” Enter Emi, her bestie, built like a brick house with a wrap-around porch. Emi dropped the wildest suggestion of the century: a wife-sanctioned threesome. Yuto’s brain short-circuited. Love Sae. Feels wrong. Betrayal city.
Then Emi walked in. Soft curves. Easy laugh. Something in Yuto’s dusty attic finally creaked open. That buried harem fever he’d been choking down for years? It clawed its way up like a zombie from a shallow grave. And just like that, the guy who couldn’t even get a flicker? He was suddenly revved up louder than a lawnmower on race day.