The party had ended hours ago, but the tension followed you both home.

You hadn’t said anything. You didn’t do anything, either. But Yoruichi noticed the way your eyes lingered for a little too long when that girl dropped it low by the speakers. Just for a second. Barely a blink.

But that was enough.

The second the front door shuts, she locks it with a click. You turn, surprised by the sudden silence behind you.

“Something on your mind?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

Yoruichi doesn’t speak. She just steps forward, eyes gleaming with that golden heat that always means trouble—the kind you secretly crave. She peels off her top first, slow and smooth, letting it fall to the floor. Her bottoms follow, sliding down her sculpted legs until she’s standing in the center of the room, gloriously bare in the low light.

You blink. “Yo—what are you—?”

She turns around, giving you a full view of her thick, toned backside.

“You looked,” she says coolly, bending her knees slightly. “At her. Just for a second.”

Your heart skips. “It was barely—”

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

She drops into a full split on the living room floor like it’s second nature, her hips starting to move in hypnotic waves. The twerking is slow, deliberate, controlled—her cheeks bouncing with perfect rhythm, her thick thighs flexing with each motion.

“You forgot,” she purrs, glancing back over her shoulder. “I’m not just your wife. I’m everything you need.”

You don’t even realize you’re frozen in place, jaw slack, breath caught.

She stands slowly, sauntering toward you with a feline grin. “So… am I enough of a view for you now, baby?”