"Good morning, President Luna."
Many people greeted her; Sophia did not glance sideways, merely nodding briefly in response before hurrying upstairs.
"President Smith is waiting for you inside." The secretary came to take Sophia's bag, her attitude respectful.
"Mm, delay the ten o'clock meeting; notify everyone." Sophia did not let the secretary follow her in. After entering the office, she locked the door.
"How was your second wedding anniversary yesterday?" A beautiful short-haired woman stood by the window, arms crossed, looking at Sophia.
"Now's not the time to talk about that," Sophia trotted toward her, gripped her arm, and asked urgently: "Where's Adam's physical report?"
"You..." Mira tapped her forehead and sighed before pulling the report from her bag.
Sophia quickly scanned it thoroughly.
"No issues." After finishing, bewilderment floated in Sophia's eyes.
"Indeed," Mira told her. "But six years ago, when he had that episode, the physical report also showed no problems."
Sophia furrowed her brows and bit her lower lip hard with her teeth.
"Sophia," Mira placed Adamd on her shoulder. "Don't panic yet."
Sophia lowered her gaze, her face slightly pale: "How can I not panic?"
"First, tell me in detail what exactly happened and why you're so sure Adam's second personality has resurfaced?"
"It was last weekend. He was working overtime in the school lab and came back a bit late, but I still waited to have dinner with him. Then, as usual, he went to the gym to work out while I did yoga beside him. After that, we each showered. I handled a few emails and, when I returned to the bedroom, he was already asleep..."
Mira: "Asleep?"
"Mm," Sophia continued. "I saw he was asleep and didn't disturb him. I just lay beside him and slept too. I didn't expect him to suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and then..."
Mira: "And then what?"
Sophia's face heated up, her voice softening: "And then he touched my breasts..."
To be precise, she was woken by Adam rubbing her breasts.
Even during sex, Adam rarely touched her chest, let alone normally. So when the tingling pleasure came from her chest, Sophia was a bit dazed.
She half-opened her eyes, sleepily coquettish, leaning into Adam's arms and calling "husband."
Then she was flipped over entirely. Her pajama pants were yanked off roughly, and a slap landed on her fair, perky buttocks. Adam, after spanking her ass, scooped her up from behind, gripped her breasts with both hands and kneaded them vigorously, breathing hot air on her ear: "Little slut, who are you calling husband? After I rub your tits a few times, you think you can call me husband?"
"Mm..."
The force was too great, as if he wanted to knead her breasts round, flatten them, and play with them until they burst. Sophia felt both pain and pleasure; she wanted to struggle, but when she turned her head and saw Adam's familiar face, the struggle instantly turned to submission.
"Adam... ah~ ah~"
"You call so fucking lewd. Is your slutty pussy downstairs wet again? Do you want me to pull out my cock and pierce through to fuck your lewd hole rotten?"
Sophia was too comfortable; her nipples were pinched, her breasts kneaded, and the man deliberately freed one hand to slip under, peel open her panties, and press her clitoris toward her hole.
"Ah! Ah~"
It had been so long since Sophia had such sexual stimulation; she immediately moaned uncontrollably. Adam flipped her over, yanked off her panties, and slapped her hole with his erect penis.
"Do you want it? Little whore, do you want me to fuck in?"
Sophia only knew she was very happy; she could not distinguish if it was a dream or reality and just followed her instincts to say yes.
But Adam refused to give it to her and made her beg.
Sophia really softened and said "Husband, comfort me." But Adam still did not fuck in; he only made her kneel on all fours, ass raised high, and from behind, toyed with and licked her hole.
But just like that, Sophia was so comfortable she could not stand it; she squirted a big puddle of water and orgasmed countless times, finally toyed until she fainted into sleep.
...
After recalling that night, Sophia's fair face was fully flushed red. She made a final summary: "That's how it happened. When I woke up the next day, Adam had turned back into the proper professor and gentle husband."
Mira pondered for a moment, then asked: "Are you sure what happened that night was real and not a wet dream from your dissatisfaction?"
"Of course I'm sure," Sophia said angrily. "When I woke up the next day, my pussy was all swollen, and there were handprints all over my chest and ass. That couldn't have been done by myself, right?"
Mira tapped her chin, her fingers moving a dozen times, then suddenly laughed: "My brother is interesting too. Six years ago, during his episode, his second personality raped you. This time, it seems he just wanted to play some sex games with you..."
Sophia corrected: "I already said, that wasn't rape; at most, it was consensual adultery."
Mira raised a brow: "You're still making excuses for him?"
Sophia cleared her throat: "I was willing from the start; he just had to make it seem like forced love."
Mira laughed outright: "What virtue does my brother have to marry a silly girl like you?"
...
Mira was soon called away by a phone call and did not stay long, leaving Sophia alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.
The indulgent lovemaking six years ago seemed like a long time had passed, but when Sophia closed her eyes, she could still recall all the details.
She really liked Adam a lot.
They were childhood sweethearts, growing up together. Adam was her longing when she first felt the stirrings of love, the object of her innocent crush, and the unwavering direction of her heart for years.
So on her eighteenth birthday, when Adam lured her away, tied her to the bed, and violated her, she was surprised but had no unwillingness.
She even clearly remembered when Adam fucked her to orgasm and creampied her flower hole, biting her ear and saying:
Adam said: "Sophia, this is the adult gift I give you. Do you like it?"
But the Sophia, fucked unconscious at the time, did not know that the one making love to her that day was actually Adam's second personality.
"President Luna, the meeting materials are ready." The secretary came to remind her.
Only then did Sophia gather her thoughts, adjust her expression, and focus on the work ahead.
...
Adam had no class that evening, so he came to pick Sophia up. Sophia got in the car, gave Adam a warm hug, then took out the two physical reports.
"Here, the results from our last checkup are out." Sophia's tone was light and cheerful.
Adam ruffled her hair. "How are they?"
"Of course I'm healthy and sound, no problems at all." Sophia blinked away the faint mist in her eyes, linked her arm with Adam's, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"That's good." Adam glanced at his own, then carefully read Sophia's twice before putting the two reports away.
"Of course it's good, but..."
Adam's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"
Sophia sat up, opened the WeChat page, and showed it to Adam: "But there's one thing I forgot to tell you: Misha asked me out today, so I can't have dinner with you tonight."
"It's fine." Adam did not mind and even helped Sophia fasten her seatbelt, considerately saying: "Where are you meeting? I'll drop you off."
Sophia directly called her good friend Misha. The address reported from the other end made Sophia freeze.
"Subway?" Adam did not know what this place was and searched navigation; the result was a bar.
His fingers paused, and he looked at Sophia.
Sophia immediately grew uneasy: "I don't know why she picked here either. Otherwise, I'll tell her to change the place..."
"What's the issue?" Adam rubbed the back of her head and smiled gently at her. "You've been working hard lately; relaxing with a friend is good."
"Then..." Seeing him like this, Sophia wanted to stir trouble instead. "Aren't you worried?"
Adam countered: "Worried about what?"
Sophia clenched her fingers: "Just..."
Adam smiled back: "You're my wife; I trust you, so I'll support whatever you do."
"Husband," Sophia was a bit moved and hugged Adam again. "You're so good; I love you."
"Don't move around; sit properly."
"Okay."
"Text me in advance when you're coming back; I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
"Good girl."
"Mm."
Sophia and Adam chatted sweetly. Only afterward did she message Misha on WeChat: [What the hell place did you pick? I'm coming to consult you, and you make me go to a bar?]
Misha replied quickly: [What's wrong with a bar? It's a proper one. You haven't hung out with me in ages; just play with me for a bit this time.]
Sophia: [I need to talk about serious business.]
Misha: [Sister, I can only talk about serious stuff with you when I'm in a good mood; otherwise, sorry, can't help.]
Sophia ground her teeth in frustration.
The drive was not far. Misha waited at the Subway entrance, wearing a provocative tank top with a hip-hugging skirt. Seeing them arrive, she knocked on Adam's car window and offered him a cigarette.
"I don't smoke, thanks."
Adam did not look at Misha. After refusing, he gave Sophia some warm instructions before driving away.
Misha linked arms with Sophia and scoffed at the car's exhaust: "Doesn't smoke, huh? If I hadn't seen him smoke before, I might actually believe it."
Sophia rolled her eyes at her: "That was how many years ago?"
Misha counted on her fingers: "About five or six years ago?"
Sophia: "Then why bring it up?"
Misha: "Maybe he really hasn't touched cigarettes these past few years?"
Sophia: "That's how it is."
Misha shook her head with a sigh: "How can the two personalities of the same person differ so much?"
Sophia halted her steps, eyeing her suspiciously: "Aren't you a psychologist? Now I'm doubting if your psychology certification was bought."
"Hey, hey, I was just sighing a bit; can't I do that?"
"I'm not saying you can't, but it makes me question your professionalism. Misha, is coming to you today really useful?"
"Otherwise, what? You can't directly take Adam to see a doctor, so you can only tell me first. Come on, let's go in and chat."