Part 2 of my "Midsummer NTR Dream" fanfic.
Hi everyone.
A few days ago, I posted a fanfic about Seto Yumiko from "Midsummer NTR Dream."
I really enjoyed writing it.
I wrote a sequel.
For those who haven't seen it, here is "Part 1": https://www.reddit.com/r/NetorareRequests/comments/1uedumx/natsuzuma_3_suggestion/
For a better experience, read the original material first: https://hentaihere.com/m/S44793
Please let me know what you thought of the fic.
Yumiko, feeling a sense of “relief” upon realizing she wasn’t the only one with secrets, also wonders.
Yumiko: “Who is that woman?? Why are they so close to each other??”
Then, the message arrives: “They’re leaving a hotel, Yumiko-san.”
Shaken, she drops her phone and begins to cry silently into her pillow.
She never would have imagined she might be being cheated on.
After the turmoil, she falls asleep.
The next day, her husband, as usual, was already out of bed.
She thinks: “How am I going to confront him?? Should I do it—or, for the sake of my family, pretend I don’t know what’s going on??”.
As she wrestles with this dilemma, her son approaches her:
Taka-kun: “Good morning, Mom! Are you feeling better?”
Yumiko: “Good morning, Taka-kun. Yes, I’m feeling better…”
Taka-kun: “That’s great! … Then I’m going to play video games!”
Yumiko: “Taka-kun, don’t you have homework?”
Taka-kun: “No. The teacher was absent yesterday.”
Yumiko: “Hmm. Okay, then... Taka-kun, could you stay home for just a minute?? Mom needs to run out for a bit...”
Taka-kun: "Oh... Okay, I guess... But Mom... You’re not going out to play with your friends again, are you??"
Yumiko’s face turns red and she starts to sweat. Meanwhile, her son continues:
Taka-kun: “Because last time you were gone for so long, and I have to go to school soon... Can’t you go out to play with them some other time??”
Ashamed, she replies:
Yumiko: “N-no, Taka-kun… It’s not like that… I’m just going for a little walk. I’ll be back in less than an hour, I promise…”
She leaves.
She continues to ponder what she’s going to do about her husband’s infidelity.
She knows she’s partly to blame, too.
She knows everything she did with those boys.
She stops at a park and sits on a bench.
Once again, she begins to cry discreetly while clutching her skirt.
The people around her can’t imagine what she’s going through...
Then she goes home to make lunch for her son.
When she arrives, she runs into her husband.
It wasn’t usual for him to have lunch at home.
She, who hadn’t yet decided what to do, asks:
Yumiko: “I didn’t know you’d be coming home for lunch today…”
Husband: “Sorry, honey… I wanted to surprise you… And you? Are you feeling better than yesterday? Taka-kun told me you went for a walk.”
Yumiko: “Yes… I’m feeling better… I just went out to relax a bit… It’s good to do that every once in a while…”
He smiles, walks over to her, and says, “I love you, Yumiko! You and Taka-kun are everything in my life! I can’t even imagine living without you two!”
She, annoyed by that “act” and with a change in her expression, replies, “Yeah, right…”
He notices that something is wrong and says, “What’s wrong?? You look upset.”
And she really was.
Yumiko decides right then that she’s going to confront him: “After Taka-kun leaves for school, I want to talk to you… Last night, I…”
She is interrupted by Taka-kun’s cries coming from the backyard.
They both rush over there immediately.
He had sprained his ankle, scraped his leg, and hit his face on the ground.
Yumiko: “OH MY GOD, TAKA-KUN!!! WHAT HAPPENED???”
Taka-kun: “(CRYING)(CRYING).”
Yumiko: “WE HAVE TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!!”
Dad: “Okay!! I’ll get the car.”
They go to the hospital, and Taka-kun receives treatment.
Yumiko stays with him throughout the entire procedure while Dad waits in the car.
In the end, Taka-kun falls asleep.
They return to the car, and he is laid down in the back seat.
Dad: “Is he going to be okay??”.
Yumiko: “Yes, he will. He just needs to rest for a few days. I already got the doctor’s note for his school.”
Dad: “That’s good… So, shall we go home?”
Yumiko: “Let’s go.”
On the way back, they remain silent.
Yumiko stares out the window the whole time.
When they arrive, Taka-kun is put to bed since he’s still asleep.
Yumiko tries to talk to him one more time: “Well… Yesterday…”
He interrupts her: “Honey, I’m sorry, but I have to get back to work.”
Yumiko: “What??”
Husband: “We’ll talk tonight, I promise!”
He leaves, and she stares at the door for a few seconds.
She goes to her son’s room to see if he’s still asleep.
He is.
She realizes she won’t need to make lunch since there’s no one to eat it.
She isn’t hungry herself.
She picks up her cell phone. She seems calmer than she was earlier—and certainly much calmer than she was the night before.
She looks at the photos of her husband with that woman and at the text message.
She knew very well who had sent that...
She sends a text message saying: “Well… Thanks for letting me know… You did me a favor… Thank you so much…”
As she typed, she began to blush; she started sweating, and her heart began to race.
The night before, she had unconsciously thought, “I’m so glad you guys are back…”
Almost immediately after she sent it, the following message arrived: “Not at all, Yumiko-san. You know we care about you very much. We would never have stayed silent if we knew you were being deceived. We just did what was right!”
She feels awkward reading the message.
Yumiko thinks to herself, smiling shyly: “They were really kind to let me know…”
Around them, it seems, she feels awkward. She loses touch with reality. Deep down, she’s known ever since the beach that they only see her as a sex object. But even so…
She receives another message: “Yumiko-san… How are you?? Do you need to talk?? I mean, we’re your friends! You can count on us!”
“Friends.” That word fills her with guilt…
Yet, deep down, she “feels” that it’s true.
She has no one else to turn to. Her only companion is her husband.
They are the only people in the world who would be willing to listen to her.
They continue: “If you want to open up to us, get a helping hand, let out what’s stuck in your chest (and there’s so much that doesn’t fit in there, huh? Hahahaha), we’ll be here! Always!”
As she reads this, she smiles again. Actually, she laughed at the little joke about her chest.
Feeling more at ease, she tries to make a little joke of her own: “What about that ‘helping hand’? I never had a best friend with a ‘hand’ like that when I was young, hahaha.”
Playboy sends a photo with the caption: “This hand right here—truly, none of your friends ever had one like it. Hahahahaha.”
She smiles mischievously. She takes a slightly deeper breath. She blinks more slowly. And she sends him: “What about these breasts here?? Has any of your little girlfriends ever had ones like this??”
What did she send??
A photo taken from below. No shirt and no bra.
The Playboy replies: “Well… So we’ve got something the other guy had never found in anyone else. Hahahaha.”
By this point, she had already lost all sense of herself…
And what’s more: It was still lunchtime…
