[ Does she really want to know how he comes up with his ideas? Having an overactive imagination certainly doesn't hurt, and a penchant for reckless and dangerous behavior, even as a retiree. Instead of risking life and limb in grand battles of jujutsu sorcery, he risks getting caught mid-tryst with his wife in a public pool, which may not even sound all that scandalous to him — he would need even an ounce of shame for that — but it's very scandalous to Sumina, so dragging her into his schemes is rewarding enough in its own right.

Besides, he loves when the kinks click for her, and she sees the vision of what he's offering. He has a pretty good track record so far...and Sumina's trust in him isn't misplaced. He will keep a vigilant eye — or six — or for any peeping toms, just in case. But at this hour...he doubts it will be much of an issue.

He'll ravish her right here, at the edge of the pool.

With a perfect purr of innocence: ] And waste a perfectly good opportunity to fuck you senseless? Of course I won't, Momo~

[ His words curl like smoke in the intimate, private space between them, before his fingertips are drawing upward along her calves, dancing over her knees. ]

You can trust me. [ Earnest. She always can. Then: ] You can trust me to shove my fingers in your mouth if you start screaming too loud, too.

[ And with the same unhurried demeanor, his fingers glide between the seam of her thighs, to part them with each of his palms guiding her knees to either side of his chest. ]