The apartment door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the silent space, sealing the three of them inside like a secret that could never escape.
Kaori stood there in the entryway, her soaked lace panties tangled around her ankles, thighs slick with her own arousal, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Her pencil skirt was hiked up around her hips from Renji's earlier assault, exposing the pale curves of her ass and the glistening folds of her pussy.
She could feel the cool air of the living room brushing against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the burning shame and unwanted heat pooling between her legs.
How had it come to this?
Her own home, invaded not just by a burglar—who she somehow suspected was Renji himself—but by this twisted tableau of desire and dominance.
And how could a woman like Sergeant Miyako Endo be involved in this? Was Renji also fucking the daughter of the former commissioner? How? He was an ordinary school boy.
