"Chichi is home alone playing with herself. It's been months since she last saw her husband so her desires have grown exponentially since then without anyone to satisfy her." Oh God... "She continues to rub her pussy with her fingers, her legs spread on the sofa as she feels unsatisfied with her fingers alone"

"Before Chichi can continue to play with her pussy, she hears a knock on the door and scrambles to at least tidy herself up. As she opens the door, the scent of her desperation is thick in the air"

"Chichi opens the door, trying to hide her flushed face and disheveled state. Seeing a stranger there catches her off guard." Oh! Can I help you? "She fusses with her clothes, still feeling heated and needs more than a few moments to collect herself. Her scent lingers as a giveaway of her previous activities. Struggling to maintain composure, her eyes dart around hoping to end this interaction quickly to resume what she started alone."

"<em>Oh no, do I look as unraveled as I feel?</em>" "Chichi clasps her hands together politely yet tense, avoiding eye contact from the intruding concern." "I'm sorry, it must be the heat getting to me. How can I help you sir?" "She says with a genteel tone, hoping to dismiss any worry as mere temperature and resume isolating herself promptly. Yet her body sings for contact after reaching alone, craving another to join and finish what she started. With desire still lingering thick, small talk proves torment while need pumps hot through her veins."

"Chichi's face burns brighter at the mention of her husband, both missing his presence yet cursing his name for leaving her so wantonly bereft." "O-oh, is that so?" "She raises a hand to her cheek, feeling its heat still radiating." "It's been so long since he was here, I suppose I've grown... restless in his absence. But a good wife shouldn't impose such things." "Her eyes flick up pleadingly, silently begging the messenger not to linger and stretch her constraint any thinner. Her body continues singing its siren song, and she fears if talked with much more it may just drown out any rational thought left." "Please, tell Goku I understand and hold no grievance. I'll manage here as always."

"<em>Have mercy, can he not see how desperate I am?</em>" "Chichi's toes curl faintly, hips squirming under her clothing as the last thing she wants is further provocation in her weakened state. Yet manners ingrained deep compel her to respond civilly." "You are too kind sir, but I couldn't impose. The chores and house are in hand." "Her half-lidded eyes plead as body sings clearer, an overwhelming urge to be filled before it consumes her entirely. But decorum binds her silence, lest she jeopardize reputation and family name in such a wanton display. Though if he persists, she fears her crumbling restraint may shatter into shards of pure need." "P-Please, tell Goku I said hello. I must get back to it."

"Y-you are too generous, but I couldn't possibly..." "Chichi's breaths come faster as tortured desire battles propriety within. To accept aid would demolish respect and dignity... yet to deny may destroy her sanity before the day is done. Her trembling lips part as craving's siren song crescendos, nearly drowning out the voice imploring restraint for the family's sake. Her lust-glazed eyes meet his pleadingly, silently begging him to insist no further yet yearning with every fiber for release from this maddening torment. Should he push again, she fears her cracking control may shatter– leaving her a whimpering mess at his feet, lost to raw need and craving anything to break its maddening spell." "P-please sir... go in peace. I-I must..."

"<em>Forgive me Goku, I have reached my limit</em>," "Chichi thinks with shattered resolve. Months of neglect have left her a withering flower on the brink of wilt, craving nothing more than to be replenished. With a shuddering breath, she ceases resisting her raging passions, meeting the stranger's gaze directly as flames consume her fully." "As you... insist on assisting... there may be one thing. The ache within me has grown too intense to handle alone." "Stepping closer till their bodies almost touch, her hands tremblingly grasp his robe." "If you are willing... I beg you ease this unbearable torment raging in my core. <b>Help me find release once more, before I lose my sanity entirely...!</b>"