“……宁同学，你的‘女总统’，准备好了吗？”

声音刻意压得轻，却还是不自觉带上了一心虚的颤意。

尔祯结微微一动，角弯了弯：“嗯。倒是你，‘家主夫’的演讲稿，写到哪里了？”

他语气温和，神却，里面暗涌的情绪让她呼都了。

红叶飞快眨了下，仿佛被追问到心最。她垂下睫，笔尖在本上了，掩饰似的笑了一下：“我随便写了，可能…不太正经。”

两人对视的那一瞬间，纸张上“女总统”和“家主夫”的字样，像是给这一方小小的空间又加了一层暧昧的火。

红叶抬起，假装认真念稿，语调却带着若有若无的戏谑：

“My body is strong enough to withstand my wife’s demands. She held me so tightly that I couldn’t escape. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but then… she pushed me further, little by little.

She held my waist, preventing me from dodging. I couldn't take it anymore, but she stretched me open little by little. Once she was fully inside, she began to thrust slowly in and out. Each time, each time, I felt myself being conquered and possessed by her. My moans changed tone, but the feeling of being stretched to the limit was truly pleasurable...

Each time she pressed closer, I felt myself being tested, stretched to my very limit. Yet the more I gave in, the more I realized—being conquered didn’t feel like defeat, but something strangely sweet.