Defending My Wife As The Wimpy Protagonist In a Cliché NTR Manga!!!

You'd think that I had screamed that out loud. Thankfully, I didn't. It was just my internal thoughts. My raging, throbbing uncontrollable, internal thoughts...!

Sylvie stayed oblivious. She looked around the luxurious bedroom for my clothes while I just stood there awkwardly, watching her, my eyes cloudy with lust. All the thoughts in my head were the same. This was my wife. My wife. My wife... My head was spinning. I needed to sit down, and I did. I practically collapsed into an armchair behind me. How? How the hell was this even happening? The isekai was kind of believable, awakening in this hideous body was a stretch, but I could atleast get around to believing that. A woman only giving me the time of day, but genuinely loving me? And that woman isn't a landwhale? Sorry, this story is just too unrealistic, you've shattered my suspension of disbelief, don't slam the door on your way out... Where was I again? Oh, right... I suddenly remembered that I was still gawking at Sylvie like an idiot, still wearing only striped boxers with hearts. They clung to my flabby legs, going up to strain around my wide hips and the bottom of my round hairy belly. I winced at the sight, my insecurity surging up like bile. God, how could she even stand me?

Sylvie turned around to look down at me.

"You need pants." She commented idly.

"Uh." I scratched my head. "Do you have any?"

I dimly asked.

Sylvie looked away pensively.

"Oh, I think there's some in the drawer over there." She walked over and I watched, hypnotised, as those big titties bounced in her camisole. She searched though the drawer, the sound of rustling filled the air.

I didn't think it could get any worse, until Sylvie bent over to reach the bottom drawer. Her back arched, that breezy purple camisole hiked up her pale plump upper thighs and past her waist and... And... And...

My god.... That ass.... My jaw dropped.

This is typically where you'd expect a detailed description of her body but... Guys... Come on, guys. Like... this is my wife. I don't want to describe what I saw to you all. This is a private affair between a happily married couple, so get your own big titty American supermodel. But at the same time, I know that I don't have an option. I'm not a dumbass, I know my readerbase. If I skip on the lewd descriptions, you guys won't stick around and you have a right to that. So, I guess just this once, this will be a compromise.

She bent over. .. and... and... OH MY GOOOOOODD!!! Her perfect, heart-shaped pale ass was out, clad in nothing except for a purple thong, small enough that the lips of her pussy poked out from over the edges. Seeing her ass sent me back in the armchair like I was on a rollercoaster, utterly shocked, utterly hypnotised. My god... OH MY GOD... As I watched her ass wave back and forth as she rifled through the couch cushions, I had one thought, and it was my carnal desire to do it with her.

Sylvie glanced over her shoulder, her fat ass still in the air.

"Do you like red?"

She asked obliviously.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!

SHE'S SO FUCKING HOT!!!!!

I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to do something. Do you think I'm just going to sit there and be a peeping tom all day, huh? No! I won't be a coward, I'll take the initiative!

I stood up from the armchair with determined purpose and marched up behind Sylvie,my ugly shadow looming over her. My hand reached out and I groped her ass! That perfect ass! It was soft. It was natural. It was so perfect.

A squeal erupted from Sylvie. She immediately shot up.

"Hifumi! What's gotten into you?!" Her voice was melodious and shocked. It sounded so fucking hot, guys.

"Sylvie, uhm,"

I stumbled over my words. I gently took her hand in mine, and it looked like a scene from Beauty and the Beast.

"Sylvie, I don't know why a woman as beautiful as you is with a hideous guy like me ... But... But..."

I blinked. Tears of joy brimmed in my eyes. I blinked them away, but they clouded my vision.

"I love you, Sylvie! You're the most beautiful woman I have ever met! Please have sex with me!!!" I cried, putting all my energy and my essence as the only ass man in all of Japan into that desperate plea.

Sylvie just stared at me, taken aback, her plump lips parted. Her snow white cheeks were dusted a soft pink with my bold, stupid confession of my love and desire.

"I-... I ... Oh, Hifumi-" She opened her mouth to speak.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

She was cut off. From further deep within the house came an incessant horrible ringing.

What the hell was that? Sylvie cut eyes to the bedroom doorway, a little flustered smile playing on her lips.

"I best get the door."

She mumbled, before she hastily left. I stood alone in my bedroom, still without pants on, a very obvious tent on my boxers.

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FUUUUUUUUCKK!!!

THE DOOR JUST CUCKED ME!!!