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.