The Neighbor’s Hairy, Busty Housewife Trades Curry for My Virgin Cock
Chapter 1: The Curse of the Curry
My name is Shota Sato, 18, a senior at a Tokyo high school, 178 cm, lanky, bespectacled, plain, and a virgin who’s never dated. I live in a rundown apartment, next to a mysterious married woman, Reina Yamada, 33, with a scorching body—G-cup breasts, round hips, snowy skin, long black hair. She wears low-cut dresses, showing deep cleavage, her thick armpit and pubic hair peeking out, radiating primal allure. Her husband, an antique dealer, is always away digging relics, leaving Reina alone, cooking curry that smells like magic, driving me wild.
One evening, Reina knocked, holding a glowing plate of curry, smiling, “Shota-kun, living alone’s tough, right? Try my secret curry?” I took the plate, the scent intoxicating, blurting, “Mrs. Yamada, what’s the catch?” Her eyes flashed, licking her lips, “Catch? Your virgin cock, how’s that?” Stunned, thinking it a joke, I watched her close the door, shed her dress, revealing massive breasts and thick hair, armpits like dark forests, pussy a wild jungle.
Heart racing, she pushed me onto the couch, yanked my pants, gripped my throbbing cock, saying, “Shota-kun, give your first time to big sister; I’ll teach you pleasure.” Powerless, I let her lick my tip, her musky scent dizzying. She straddled me, breasts crushing my chest, hairy pussy swallowing my cock, hot like lava. I thrust, moaning, “Reina-nee… so tight…” She wailed, “Shota… fuck your sister to death…” After half an hour, I came inside, her squirting climax mixing with my cum, soaking the couch. Ecstasy surged, but a chilling dread hit—the curry held a curse.
Chapter 2: Addicted to the Taboo
After the curry, my desire ignited like wildfire, uncontrollable. Reina delivered glowing curry weekly, each plate amplifying my lust. Her body was the price, each fuck wilder. She used her massive breasts to stroke my cock, her armpit hair brushing my skin, trembling with arousal. In her apartment, strange runes lined the walls, eerie statues watching us. We fucked in her kitchen, bathroom, balcony—she made me lick her bush, play her clit, juices flooding the floor. She brought toys—whips, anal plugs, shock wands—having me spank her ass, plug her rear, shock her nipples. She screamed, “Shota… rip your sister’s pussy apart…” I came inside, cum and juices swirling, the taboo thrill addicting.
But I suspected the curry. Snooping her kitchen, I found a glowing spice jar with arcane runes, like from another world. She laughed, “My husband dug it from a tomb; it unleashes desire.” I asked if she loved me; she smirked, “Shota-kun, love? I love your cock and this curry’s magic.” Chilled, I couldn’t stop eating, desire like a drug.
In this depravity, I met Miho Kobayashi, 18, a quiet library committee classmate, C-cup breasts, short hair, neat uniform. Kind, she noticed my distraction, asking, “Shota-kun, you seem troubled?” Her care was a clear spring, but Reina’s curry and body bound me.
Chapter 3: A Crack in Pure Love
Miho’s kindness shook me; I wanted to escape Reina, but refusing curry brought piercing headaches, desire burning hotter. One night, Reina brought curry, rode me, her hairy pussy grinding my cock, saying, “Shota-kun, you’re trapped; this curry’s your fate.” I came on her face, which she licked clean, laughing like a witch. I felt cursed, body and soul hers.
Meanwhile, Miho and I grew closer. In the library, she shared her dream of being a writer. I confessed being “controlled,” hiding details. She held my hand, “Shota-kun, I believe you can find yourself.” Her purity shamed me; I wanted out.
Snooping Reina’s apartment, I found the glowing spice jar and an ancient book: “Curse of Desire: Curry as conduit, awakening human abyss.” Shocked, I realized the curry was dark magic. Reina caught me, stripping, “Shota-kun, spying on big sister? Atone with your cock!” She whipped me, forced me to fuck her ass, my climax draining my strength.
Chapter 4: The Curse’s Truth
I refused curry, but headaches and desire nearly broke me. I turned to Miho, revealing the curry’s issue. She helped research, finding Reina’s husband’s spice came from an ancient cult controlling desire. We stole the book from Reina’s apartment to break the curse.
Reina caught us, summoning black mist, revealing her true self—a cult priestess using curry to enslave men, draining their life force. “Shota-kun, your cock’s my best offering; you’re mine forever!” She magically bound me, her hairy pussy devouring my cock like a living thing. I came, feeling drained, but Miho used the book’s spell to shatter the mist, freeing me.
We fled to Miho’s house, her warmth salvation. Our first sex was pure—she stripped her uniform, C-cup breasts soft. I licked her pussy, entered gently, her moans soft: “Shota… I love you…” Our climax, cum and juices mingling, was love, not curse. I vowed to fight Reina with Miho.
Chapter 5: Shadows of the Curse
Though escaped, Reina’s curse lingered. I dreamed of her breasts and hair, urging me to eat curry. School rumors about me and a “weird woman” spread, but Miho defended me, “Shota-kun’s good; ignore gossip.” Her support moved me, but the curse kept me sleepless.
I confronted Reina, threatening to expose her cult. She sneered, “Shota-kun, think you’re free? The curry’s in your blood.” She forced me to eat one last plate, desire exploding. I fucked her, shocking her nipples, cumming in her ass. She laughed, “Shota, you’re mine.” I fled, confessing to Miho, who cried, “Shota-kun, I won’t give up on you.”
We found a cure: burn the spice jar and use pure love to dispel the magic. We planned a final strike, sneaking into Reina’s apartment.
Chapter 6: Divergent Endings
We stormed Reina’s apartment, finding the spice jar to burn it. Reina appeared, transforming into black mist, her breasts and hair becoming tentacles, binding us. “Shota, your cock’s mine; Miho will be my offering!” She teased my cock with tentacles, stimulating Miho’s pussy, our moans mixing as we fought. Miho shouted, “Shota, use our love!” We kissed, pure emotion forming white light, burning the jar, Reina screaming, dissolving into ash.
Ending 1: Pure Love Redemption
Curse lifted, we moved to Okinawa, living in a seaside cabin. I became a diving instructor, Miho a novelist. Our sex was tender, erotic—under moonlight, her C-cup breasts glowed in a swimsuit. I tied her wrists with silk, licked her clit, thrust gently, her squirting climax crying, “Shota… I love you…” Our daughter, Kaine, was born, our life blissfully ordinary, the curry curse a legend.
Ending 2: Abyss of Depravity
Burning the jar, I found the curse in my soul, desire unstoppable. I abandoned Miho, returning to Tokyo, using Reina’s book to summon her dark spirit. Fused with her, her breasts and hair became my power. I opened a “Desire Restaurant” in Tokyo, luring women with magic curry, fucking their pussies, mouths, and asses, cum and juices forming rivers. I targeted schoolgirls, binding them with tentacles, shocking their nipples, hosting public orgies. I became the Desire King, forever lost in taboo pleasure.
Ending 3: Fantastical Fusion
As the jar burned, Reina’s soul merged with me, making me half-human, half-demon with her hairy allure and magic. Miho and I entered a fantasy world, guardians of a Desire Forest. Our magical sex—I used hairy tentacles on Miho’s pussy, her spells enhancing my cock, thrusting with starlight bursts. We ruled, orgying with elves and nymphs, cum and juices nourishing the land, creating an eternal pleasure realm, yet holding a spark of love.
