Later that night, as Mikoto was lying in bed, the events of this evening swirled in her mind like a tempest. She tossed and turned, her body was restless and unable to find solace. Thoughts of what she had witnessed in the onsen and later in that room consumed her.

Just when she was about to calm down, she heard a soft knock at her door, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She hesitated, her breath got caught in her throat as her pulse quickened.

Gathering her courage, she opened the door to find Ay standing there, illuminated by the soft glow of the hallway light, his eyes were filled with a knowing look.

“R-raikage-sama?” she stammered, the words barely escaped her lips.

"Hey Mikoto, I wanted to apologize again for earlier," he said, his voice smooth and low. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in the onsen."

Mikoto looked up at him, but her mind immediately flashed back to the image of his giant horsecock. “N-no, it’s ok… it was not your fault,” her stammering voice betrayed her, and her low-submissive tone made her look vulnerable. “I-I shouldn’t have been there.”

Ay noticed the hesitation in her eyes, a glimmer of uncertainty that he couldn’t resist exploiting.

He stepped in closer, his presence overwhelming Mikoto as he leaned in, his breath felt warm against her skin. “But you were there, Mikoto,” he said in a low, seductive tone, his words dripping with a dangerous allure. “and you saw something that you can't unsee.” He paused, a wicked smirk curling on his lips, sending a sensation of both thrill and fear rushing through her body. “Tell me, did you like what you saw?”

Mikoto's breath hitched, her eyes widened in shock. “I-I don’t know what you're talking about,” she lied, desperately trying to maintain her composure, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her uncertainty.

Ay chuckled softly. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mixture of mischief and desire. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Mikoto. You saw my dick… I’m just asking what you thought about it. Was it good?”

Mikoto felt her resolve crumbling, shocked by Ay’s boldness. “Wha- I- I thought it was good…” The surprise in her voice was evident; she hadn’t expected him to confront her so directly. ‘How can he be so bold and direct about it?’ she wondered, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Ay leaned in closer, his smirk deepening as he caught the submission in her eyes. “Just good?” he teased, his tone dripping with mischief.

Mikoto's breath caught in her throat as she fought to play it cool. “I mean, it was definitely impressive,” she replied quickly, trying to steady her voice. ‘What am I even saying?’ she thought

“That makes sense, I definitely thought you were impressed when you saw me dominating those Kunoichi” Ay said in a proud chuckling manner.

Mikoto's face flushed with embarrassment, her heart started racing. “You saw me!?” she exclaimed.

“Of course I did,” he replied, his confidence radiating as he leaned back on the wall slightly, crossing his arms in a casual yet dominant manner.

“Where are they now?” she asked, desperately trying to change the subject, racing to escape the implications of what he was suggesting.

Ay shrugged nonchalantly with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “They broke and gave up. They couldn't handle the intensity.” He watched her reaction, enjoying the way her discomfort played across her face.

“What… but there were three of them,” she stammered, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“Yeah, what can I say, women these days don’t have stamina,” he said, his tone playful yet suggestive. “I wish I was fucking with you to be honest. Maybe then I would’ve got some real competition, Haha.” The challenge hung in the air, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. “I believe you could definitely give me a run for my money, Mikoto.”

Before Mikoto could fully process her thoughts or react, Ay leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. “Tell me, Mikoto,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “did it turn you on? Did it make you wish it was you beneath me, feeling every inch of my cock?”

Mikoto shook her head, though her voice trembled with uncertainty. “Raikage-sama… I’ve already told you that I can’t. You know I’m married. I have a family.” The weight of her loyalty pressed heavily on her chest, but the sparks were undeniable. “And besides, Fugaku is a good man. He satisfies me in bed,” she added, trying to convince him.

Ay stepped even closer, invading her personal space with an electric energy. “But does he make you feel like you’re on top of the world, Mikoto? Does he make you scream with pleasure, make you beg for more?” His voice was persuasive, almost hypnotic, weaving a web of temptation around her.

Mikoto hesitated, the conflict within her was as clear as day.

Ay noticed her silence, sensing her internal struggle, and seized the opportunity to apply more pressure. “I can give you a night that you’ll never forget,” he added, his tone dripping with allure.

Mikoto hesitated, her loyalty to her family warring with the desire coursing through her. "I-I can't betray Fugaku like that," she whispered, her voice filled with conflict.

Ay reached out, gently cupping her cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the heat of the moment. “It’s just one night, Mikoto. No strings, no obligations,” he proposed in a smooth and inviting voice. “Just a chance to experience something incredible, something you truly deserve. Let yourself feel, even if just for a moment. Fugaku will never know, and you’ll always have the memory of this night to cherish.”

Her heart raced as she locked eyes with him, seeing the raw desire and hunger etched into his features. She took a deep breath, her resolve crumbling beneath the weight of his words. “B-but… you have to promise it will be just this one time, okay?” she asked, her voice barely audible, filled with a fragile hope that he could quell her doubts.

Ay nodded, his thumb brushing her cheek softly. "Just one night, Mikoto. I promise."

Mikoto bit her lip, her heart pounded fast in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, but the temptation was too great. "Alright," she whispered. "Just one night."