After an endless night of continuous fucking, Mikoto was left breathless and exhausted. Ay's infinite stamina and ever-hard cock had taken her to her knees, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. Every inch of her felt numb, her muscles aching from the relentless pleasure and exertion.

Her pussy and womb felt numb and utterly ravaged, slowly reshaping to fit his massive cock like a glove. She could barely move, her body was spent and her mind was in a haze of satisfaction and fatigue.

As dawn broke, Ay looked down at her, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You did well, Mikoto. You were way better than I imagined."

Mikoto managed a weak smile, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I can't believe what just happened."

Ay smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “You know, you’re the first woman who could keep up with me all night,” he said, pride evident in his voice. “I was right, you’re something else, Mikoto.”

Her heart raced at the compliment, a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks. “Th-thank you,” she stammered, her shy demeanor surfacing as she tried to maintain eye contact. “I've also never felt anything like that before.”

Ay chuckled softly, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And you never will again, unless it's with me. haha"

Mikoto nodded, her eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

With great effort, she managed to stand, her body was protesting her every movement. She dressed slowly, her mind already racing with thoughts of how she would explain her state to Fugaku.

The journey back to Konoha was a blur. Mikoto's body ached with every second, but she pushed through. As she entered her house, Fugaku looked up from his scrolls, concern etched on his face.

"Mikoto, you look exhausted. Was the training that rigorous?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Mikoto forced a smile, her voice steady despite her fatigue. "Yes, it was very hard. The Raikage is a demanding instructor. But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I went."

Fugaku nodded, accepting her explanation without question. "I'm proud of you, Mikoto. You always push yourself to be the best. You should rest now, you deserve it."

Mikoto nodded gratefully, her body sagging with relief as she made her way to their bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed, her mind and body finally giving in to the exhaustion.

The next day, Mikoto woke to find her body still aching, but the numbness had faded, replaced by a deep, satisfying soreness. She moved slowly, her mind filled with the events of the night before.

Fugaku noticed her discomfort but attributed it to the rigorous training. "You should take it easy today, Mikoto. Your body needs time to recover."

Mikoto nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Fugaku."

As the days passed, Mikoto threw herself back into her roles as a wife and mother, but the memory of that night with Ay lingered in the back of her mind, something within her had irrevocably changed.

Her body bore the memories of that intense night with Ay, and her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She loved Fugaku - that was still true - but their sex life was never the same.

Fugaku thought Mikoto had improved at sex significantly, her moans and compliments during their intimate moments convincing him that she was more satisfied than ever. But the truth was far different.

One evening, when they were lying in bed together, Fugaku pulled her close, his hands started roaming over her body with familiar tenderness. "You've been amazing lately, Mikoto. I can feel it in the way you respond to me. It's like you've found a new passion."

Mikoto forced a smile, her body tensing slightly as she tried to muster the enthusiasm she once felt naturally. "Yes, Fugaku. You make me feel so good," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of feigned pleasure.

Fugaku started breathing heavily just from the touch of Mikoto’s skin and quickly undressed her “Fuck Mikoto, you have such a sexy body… I can’t hold it in anymore”

As Fugaku quickly unfastened his pants and entered her, Mikoto closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but her mind kept drifting back to that night with Ay. She had to fake her moans, her compliments, her satisfaction, all while barely feeling anything. Fugaku, oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued to thrust into her.

"Oh, Mikoto, you feel incredible," he groaned, his body tensing with the build-up of his orgasm.

Mikoto forced herself to respond, her voice breathy with feigned desire. "Yes, Fugaku, yes! You feel so good," she moaned, her body moving in sync with his, the act of faking pleasure becoming all too familiar.

As she felt him thrusting inside her, she couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between him and Ay. Fugaku’s size and girth were nowhere near what she had experienced with the Raikage. The way Ay had filled her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible, made her body crave that sensation again, yet here she was, pretending to find satisfaction in her husband’s lacklustre performance

Mikoto's thoughts swirled as she remembered how Ay's relentless stamina had pushed her to her limits, making her gasp and plead for more.

In contrast, Fugaku’s release came far too quickly, overwhelming him in mere minutes. That one night with Ay had been so intense that it felt like she had been thoroughly ravaged for days. The challenge of bringing the Raikage to climax demanded all her skills and perseverance.

After Fugaku climaxed and rolled off her, Mikoto laid beside him, her mind was racing. She felt a pang of guilt for deceiving him, but the memories of that night with Ay were too powerful to ignore. She needed a distraction, something to keep her mind off the constant reminders of her infidelity.

‘For how long can I keep pretending? I need to distract my mind from all this’ she thought, feeling even more conflicted as she struggled to reconcile her desires with her reality.

Eventually, Mikoto decided to take on small missions within the village, hoping that the focus and physical exertion would help her escape her thoughts. After getting permission from her husband, Fugaku, and convincing everyone else, Hiruzen finally agreed and began assigning her missions.

One ordinary day, Mikoto went to the Hokage’s office, simply requesting her next assignment.

Hiruzen looked up from his desk as she entered, a warm smile on his face. "Mikoto, it's good to see you. I've been meaning to talk to you. I have an important assignment for you."

Mikoto nodded, eager to take on a new challenge. "Of course, Lord Hokage. What do you need me to do?"

Hiruzen handed her a scroll, his expression serious. "The Raikage will be visiting Konoha in two days. I need you to be his escort and guide during his stay. You'll accompany him to meetings, ensure his comfort, and see to any needs he may have."