Sophia shared some details and Adam's recent behavior with Misha, but Misha could not analyze anything conclusive.
"I really shouldn't have come to you." Sophia grew angrier the more she thought.
"Don't; Sophia, President Luna, Sophia baby, little Sophia, give me another chance. My brain's just not sharp right now. Wait for me to dance a bit; maybe when I come back, I'll figure it out."
"Hey, you!"
Could this woman be any more unreliable?
Misha unceremoniously headed to the dance floor to groove. Sophia had no choice but to ponder alone at the bar.
Her appearance was stunning, her temperament exceptional. Standing there alone naturally drew men to hit on her.
Misha was still jumping nonstop on the dance floor, and men kept coming to harass her. Annoyed, Sophia pulled out her phone to message Adam, asking him to pick her up.
But at that moment, a familiar body heat pressed against her back.
The person exhaled swirling cigarette smoke by her ear, his large palm covering her ass, lightly and brazenly kneading and toying with it, chuckling softly at her: "Sophia dressed so slutty; who are you trying to seduce?"
Sophia's breath hitched, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
Even amid the mixed crowd and the pervasive cigarette scent, she could clearly smell the unique scent of the man behind her.
It was Adam, no doubt.
She was too familiar with Adam.
So Sophia also knew that the Adam behind her was definitely not her gentle and refined husband.
"Why no answer?" That low, pleasant voice rang out again. This time, those thin lips brushed directly over Sophia's earlobe.
Sophia's half body went numb from the tease, her legs weakening so she could barely stand, gripping the bar behind her to steady herself.
She took a deep breath, turned to meet the man's eyes, and finally responded: "I don't think I'm dressed slutty, nor am I seducing anyone."
"Oh?" Adam raised a brow tip, the hand on her ass sliding upward, gripping her slender waist. "This isn't seducing?"
Sophia felt aggrieved: "I'm wearing a professional suit, not even one button undone, wrapped up tight. With so many women nearby dressed revealingly, exposing cleavage and more, you don't call them slutty but accuse me. You're so unreasonable."
Adam took another drag of his cigarette and laughed slowly.
"Baby, that's your clever part," those large hands slipped under Sophia's shirt hem, stroking back and forth near her navel. "You're right; there are plenty of exposed women here, but when something's too common, too conformist, it loses meaning. You're different; you're special."
Sophia countered: "Different, special; is that what slutty means?"
"If it were just special, of course it wouldn't be slutty. But I said you're different: your skin so white and tender, yet wrapped up so tightly. Who wouldn't want to rip your clothes open and see if inside you're just as white and tender? Plus, your tits are so big, your ass so perky; even a professional suit can't hide your curvy figure. Anyone seeing you like this would want to strip you bare, pin you down, and thrust their cock hard into your tender pussy..."
Sophia's face heated: "You, you're twisting words..."
"Twisting words?" Adam pressed against her neck, stuck out his tongue to lick her sensitive earlobe, then chuckled lightly: "But you're wet."
"I..."
"Getting groped and non-consensually touched on the ass without resisting, even secretly flowing with pleasure; if you're not a slutty little荡妇, what are you?"
Sophia clamped her legs, instinctively retorting: "I'm not."
"Not?" That hand wandering near her navel probed downward, directly hooking aside her panties.
"Don't..."
"Hold it." But Adam handed the half-smoked cigarette to Sophia's mouth, making her hold it.
"Mm..."
"You say not? Then let me check, touch and see."
"Mm!"
Sophia's eyes widened.
Though the nearby lights were dim and she was in a corner, this was still a bar, bustling with people all around. How dare Adam, how dare he...
But Adam's hand slid down her lower abdomen anyway, past the bush to touch her wet, soft tender pussy.
"Tsk." The man laughed, but the laugh held no warmth.
"Sophia," the man gripped one of her tits with one hand, twisted her clitoris with the other, his tone malicious. "You've fucking flooded, soaked through, yet here you pretend to be pure? You've wanted a man to fuck you for ages, right? Can one cock satisfy your lewd pussy? If I hadn't come today, who were you planning to give that slutty pussy to? Cheapen which man?"
"No... mm..."
Don't, don't...
Don't touch her clitoris anymore; that index finger rubbing so fast, so hard; she couldn't take it; she was going to climax...
The cigarette in her mouth could no longer be held by Sophia; it fell onto the marble bar, its ember slowly dying, but the desire on her body burned hotter. When Adam's fingers slid from her clitoris down to the muddy hole entrance and inserted in, Sophia finally lost control, trembling as she reached orgasm.
"Hiss... you're so tight." Adam did not spare her; after her climax, he added another finger, stirring nonstop along the soft, wet walls, sighing: "Tight like a virgin pussy."
"Ah~ ha... Adam, can you stop touching? Please?" It seemed several people had started looking this way; Sophia was about to break.
But Adam had no intention of letting her go, still playing with her wet little pussy while knowingly asking: "Is Sophia still a virgin?"
"I... ah~"
"Almost forgot," Adam grabbed her tit through her clothes, lightly kissing her side neck. "Sophia's little tender pussy was deflowered by me. You were so lewd back then; first time getting fucked and you squirted, clinging tight to my cock during orgasm."
"Ah..."
"I was really pleasured too, especially when creampieing inside your pussy."
"Mm~"
"Sophia," Adam held her, kissing her ear side, saying to her: "Your little pussy fucks so well. When can you let me fuck it again?"
Sophia's lower abdomen felt sore and bloated. The stimulation Adam gave her was too intense; her flower hole kept leaking fluid uncontrollably, as if she had lost control of her bladder.
"Don't... don't..."
So she began to beg, not wanting her slutty juices to soak through her pants and drip onto the floor.
But Adam clearly had no intention of letting her go. He continued kneading her breasts through her clothes, unabashedly scraping at her pubic hair in the dim corner, whispering seductively in her ear: "My cock is huge, thick and long. When your little pussy clenches around it, it gets hard as iron; you know that. And I still clearly remember your sensitive spot. Every time I thrust right there, you moan so lewdly in pleasure..."
"Ah~ You, don't say it..."
"Then will you let me fuck you?"
Sophia could never refuse Adam. Her little hole had already been played with until it ached with need, craving for a man's thick shaft to thrust in and fuck her. So she agreed, tears in her eyes, saying "okay."
But Adam only escalated, telling her: "Then right here, okay? My cock is already hard; I want to thrust into your little slutty pussy right now."
"No..."
This was still in the bar? How could they? Has Adam gone mad?
"Not here, please... mm~" This personality of Adam was somewhat abnormal, but Sophia still clung to her last shred of reason. She pleaded with the man: "I saw a hotel next door when I came. Let's go to the hotel, okay?"
Adam's eyes darkened, and he laughed again.
The hand that was about to withdraw slid back down Sophia's lower abdomen, past her not-too-thick pubic hair, straight to her soaked little clitoris.
"Ah~"
It was twisted.
Adam toyed with her clitoris, pinching it hard.
"You fucking slut, how desperate are you? You scoped out the hotel before even coming to the bar. So you really planned to find some man here to fuck your slutty pussy, huh? That thirsty, baby? Does your little lewd hole down there really can't go a moment without a man's cock?"
"I didn't..."
Sophia felt like crying from his scolding.
Before Adam dragged her onto the bed, she had no sexual experience at all, not even once of masturbation, and she did not even know what an orgasm was. All her desires were awakened only after Adam fucked her. How could she be blamed for turning out like this now?
Clearly, this man was the root cause.
And even though Adam had been very sexually indifferent these past years, rarely satisfying her in bed, she had never sought out other men to relieve her desires, nor even thought about it. So on what grounds did Adam say this about her now?
"Lick it clean." Adam pulled his hand out from playing with her pussy and roughly shoved it into her mouth.
"Mm..."
"Aren't you desperate for a fuck? Aren't you missing a cock to feed you? Wait a bit, and I'll shove my dick into your pussy, fuck that little slutty hole rotten."
Sophia said nothing more, letting Adam drag her away, to the hotel next to the bar, where he got a room, took the key card, and went upstairs.
Once in the hotel room, with the lights on, Adam finally saw Sophia's tear-streaked face.
The man froze, then furrowed his brows. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it.
He took a drag, then stubbed it out, tossed the cigarette aside, and returned to Sophia's side. He roughly wiped the tears from her face, gripped her chin, and asked: "Why are you crying?"
Sophia did not know why she was crying either; she just felt so wronged.
"Don't want me to fuck your pussy?"
Sophia shook her head.
"Then why cry? I don't know how to coax women; don't expect me to."
Sophia choked for a long time before finally saying: "I didn't go to the bar to find a man, and I'm not someone who can't go a moment without a man's cock..."
Hearing this, Adam suddenly laughed.
At first, it was just a slight curl of his lips, a light laugh, but then it turned into full-throated laughter, as if he found it endlessly amusing.
"What are you laughing at?" Sophia stopped crying but felt inexplicably puzzled by his laughter.
"Still so innocent, Sophia," Adam approached her, pressed her against the door, took off her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bra-clad breasts. "Years have passed, but how have you not grown at all? Hmm? That was just some dirty talk I threw out; why did you take it seriously again?"
"I..."
Adam unclasped her bra, letting her white, tender, round breasts fully bounce free. Then he used both hands, his thumbs twiddling her nipples until they stood erect.
"I also said your tits are so perfect, you should strip naked and stand on the street for all men to grope. Does that mean I really want that to happen?"
Sophia stopped her tears but felt arousal building again from his touch, so she pouted: "Who knows what you think..."
"Of course I want you to obediently be my personal cock sleeve, these tits up here only for me to touch, that little pussy down there only licked by me, serving as my cum receptacle, creampied and filled with my seed by me alone."
Sophia's face flushed at his words, her voice as small as a mosquito's: "It's always been only you..."
Adam did not quite hear: "What did you say?"
Sophia: "I didn't say anything."
Adam raised a brow: "Not crying anymore?"
Sophia looked away, silent.
Adam came over and took off her pants, tossing her soaked panties aside.
"Since you're not crying, let's reward you."
"You... what are you going to do?"
"Lick your pussy, make you feel good."
Sophia was pressed against the door by the man, her legs forcibly spread apart.
Her little pussy was already drenched, slutty juices flowing nonstop downward, her lewd clitoris reddened from arousal, swollen and enticingly full.
"Your pussy is so fucking desperate for a fuck."
Adam said humiliating words but knelt between her legs, reverent as a knight, planting kisses on her wet, soft labia.
"Tsk... slurp..."