A night had passed.
Traces of Roland and Mrs. Miura's passionate encounters could be found throughout the living room, balcony, master bedroom, kitchen, and even outdoors.
Each change of scenery was initiated by Mrs. Miura, who eagerly dragged him along. While the kitchen and outdoor locations were understandable, her decision to bring him to the master bedroom remained baffling.
That was her marital bed, the very place she shared with her husband and conceived her daughter. Yet, while her husband was working late, she had brazenly brought another man into their sacred space and indulged in a night of unrestrained passionate sex.
To defile that bed with the filth of another man, making it feel disgustingly sticky with just a glance, and then to writhe together in such a repulsive place for hours... it was truly... so debauched, so exhilarating!
