"Mnmm... there, right there..."
"I can feel you everywhere...Aah!~"
*Ahem*
My name is Ren Kyouka, and I'm twenty.
Right now, I'm engaged in my most sacred ritual: the art of cracking married women. Specifically, the wife of my boss—the man who signs my paycheck.
I know what you're thinking: I'm a terrible person.
Maybe I am.
But I couldn't resist.
Anyway, I must've slowed down, because she spoke up suddenly, her voice tinged with growing frustration.
"Ren, faster! What are you thinking about?"
Her legs tightened around my hip, trying to pull me in deeper. She was close. The way her her walls quivered and her thighs trembled all pointed to her impending climax.
I didn't reply — I didn't need to — I just picked up my pace, thrusting in and out of her wet heat, ramming her tight pussy relentlessly.
The increase in pace made her breath hitch and her hands moved to my back, her nails digging into my skin. Her walls spasmed around me and her juices flowed freely now. Her eyes rolled back as she submitted completely to the intense pleasure.
"That's it," she gasped, her voice rough with need. "Show me what you've been holding back."
We continued like this for a while, changing positions and locations from time to time: on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, bent over, you name it.
My Boss's wife seemed insatiable. The way her walls continuously clenched around me like it was trying to suck me in in deeper urged me on climax after climax. The wet sound of skin slapping skin and occasional moans filled the room.
After what felt like eternity, we both collapsed on the bed, spent. The air reeked of sweat and sex.
We were both catching our breath when we heard the door creaked open and her husband walked in.
My heart dropped straight into my balls.
*Oh shit.
Oh shit.
we forgot to lock the damn door.
HOW DID WE FORGET TO LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?!*
Her husband stood there, speechles, staring at the mess and at the both of us.
We stared back too.
"Ren...?" he said, voice low and shaking.
I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say? He looked like he wanted to rip me in half!
His eyes alone said it all: I was in deep trouble. Forget losing my job—I might lose my life.
He stepped deeper into the room, fists clenched, eyes locked on me—genuinely tweaking as he took in the state I'd left his wife in: her hair a mess, legs still shaking, cum still dripping out of her well-used folds.
She finally pulled the sheet over herself and muttered, "You're… you're home early..."
Her husband didn't respond right away. He just stood there, staring at her like she was the devil.
Then suddenly, he screamed.
"You cheated on me?! With him?!"
His voice was loud and clear. His face twisted into something ugly.
"You let that bastard touch you?! In our bed?!"
She tried to speak, stammering something about being lonely since he started working late and about how she didn't mean for it to happen.
As for me, I wasn't listening.
My mind was somewhere else: The door.
It was wide open. My glorious ticket to survival.
But he was still standing near it, blocking the path like a final boss.
So I waited.
Waited for him to move farther away from the door before i made my glorious getaway.
And when he did—when he got close enough to the bed—I moved.
I bolted.
Slid off the bed, snatched my phone from the floor, and sprinted straight through the door like my life depended on it.
Because it did.
Down the stairs, out the front door, my shirt—the only piece of clothing i had on me—flapping. Thank God it was oversized. It covered my Johnson—barely.
And thank God it was night. No one saw me. I hoped.
I hit the pavement, breathing hard.
I thought I was in the clear.
Then I heard footsteps behind me, heavy and fast.
I turned my head and there he was—my boss—charging after me like a madman, screaming bloody murder.
"REN!!! GET BACK HERE!!!"
I didn't look back again.
I ran. Because if he caught me, I'd be done for.
I took a sharp right and crossed an empty road without thinking.
I glanced back.
My boss had stopped at the edge of the road, just standing there, breathing hard, eyes locked on me.
But he didn't cross.
He just stood there.
Why? I didn't care.
I was Scott free.
I turned forward again, ready to scream victory—
Then I saw headlights.
A truck was approaching.
It was barely a meter away.
I couldn't dodge this one.
My heart slammed against my ribs. My legs almost gave up on me.
*Please... I don't wanna die.*
But then—
The ground beneath me twisted.
A black vortex opened up, swirling like it led to hell.
I was dragged into it like a ragdoll.
The last thing I saw was black.