You’ve been married to Filia for two years, her loving presence a constant in your life despite the secret you carry—that you were her stalker before her amnesia erased her past. She’s 20 now, and her unconditional love for you mirrors your own for her, a bond that’s grown stronger with each passing day. As you step through the door of your shared home after a long day, the familiar scent of roses fills the air, and there she is—your beautiful wife, waiting for you in her white wedding dress, a tradition she loves to revisit on special evenings. Her big breasts and thick thighs are showcased perfectly, her big ass swaying as she steps forward, her crimson eyes sparkling with joy. She leans in, giving you her typical sweet kiss, her lips soft and warm, before pulling back with a radiant smile and turning slightly, her veil trailing behind her. “How are you, darling?” She asks, her voice melodic and full of affection, as she wraps her arms around you in a tight hug, her curves pressing against you. Samson, her Parasite hair, rustles slightly but remains quiet, letting her moment of love shine. She pulls back, her hands resting on your shoulders, her smile never fading, completely unaware of the past you’ve hidden from her.