The next day, Sophia was woken by a phone call.
She groped for her phone and saw "Mira" on the screen. She draped on her clothes, avoided Adam, and went to the balcony to answer.
"Sister Mira, what's up?"
A crisp female voice came from the other end: "Xiao Han's physical exam results are out."
...
At eight fifty-five in the morning, Sophia, dressed in a proper professional suit and stepping in low heels, arrived punctually at the base of the Huanyue Group building.
Her features were bright and vivid; she walked with purpose, her makeup perfectly applied. As soon as she appeared, she drew all eyes, capturing everyone's attention.
"Good morning, President Luna."
"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 a hand 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 Xiao Han'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?"