"Mnmm... there, right there..."
"I can feel you everywhere...Aah!~"
"Ooh!... harder... "
*Ahem*
My name's Ren Kyouka. Twenty years old.
And right now, I'm in the middle of a very special hobby.
Banging married women. My Boss's wife, to be exact.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Terrible, right?
But who cares? I mean afterall, game is game.
Speaking of which, an impatient frown had begun to crease her face.
"Ren, faster! What are you thinking about."
She didn't have to tell me twice: I picked up my pace, ramming into her soaked pussy, stretching her more than my boss probably ever did.
Her moans kept on growing louder and her eyes rolled back. Her legs wrapped tighter around me and her hips began lifting with every thrust.
We continued for a long time, changing positions and locations: on the bed, on the floor, against the wall, bent over, legs spread, you name it.
After what seemed like hours (and I mean it literally), we both collapsed on the bed, tired and reeking of sweat and sex.
A satisfied grin spread on her face "Mhmm, Ren. You did a number on me today" she muttered, aready reaching down to tease her swollen, messy folds. "I can still feel your seed inside me."
I was barely paying attention to whatever she said. If anything, I was basking in the thrill of satisfying a woman more than her own husband could.
Then—
Click.
The door opened.
And in walked her husband.
I could only stare.
*Oh shit.
Oh shit.
We forgot to lock the door!*
He stood there, staring at the clothes on the floor, then at us. Of course, we stared back too.
"Ren...?" he said with a low, shaky voice.
I didn't answer. I mean, what was I supposed to say?
Even if I apologisd, I knew I would still be in deep trouble. Forget losing my job—I might lose my life.
He stepped further in, clenching his fist, staring at his wife. This man was genuinely twitching when he saw the state I left his wife in: her hair a mess, her lips swollen and glistening from multiple kisses and sucking, and her thoroughly-used pussy lips dripping with cum.
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 he wanted to strange her.
"You cheated on me?! With him?!" He hissed, that familiar pain of betrayal evident in his eyes "You let that bastard touch you?! In our bed?!"
She tried to speak, stammering something about being lonely, about him always working late, about how she just wanted a man's touch.
But He did seem to listen, and so was I.
My attention was on the door.
It was wide open—my glorious ticket to survival.
But he was still standing near it. One wrong move and I'd be done for. All I could do was wait. Wait for him to move away from the door, and towards the bed.
And when he did, I moved.
I slid off the bed, snatched my phone from the floor, and sprinted straight through the door like my life depended on it.
Because actually, it did.
Down the stairs, out the front door, my shirt flapping, bare legs catching the night breeze.
Thank God it was oversized. It covered the essentials—barely.
And thank God it was night. No one saw me, I hope.
I hit the pavement, breathing hard while I tried to regain my strength. For moment, I though I was free.
Then I heard heavy footsteps approaching.
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 just ran as fast as my legs could carry. I took a sharp right and crossed the road without thinking. It was empty, save for the cars that were parked by the roadside—and of course, me and my crazy boss.
I was halfway into crossing when I glanced back and realised my boss was no longer chasing me. He had stopped at the edge of the road, just standing there, breathing hard, his eyes were 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 make a run for it—
Then I saw something approaching: Headlights. Bright headlights
A truck was coming straight at me!
It was barely a meter away. I couldn't dodge this one. My heart slammed against my ribs and my legs remained fixed to the spot, unable to move.
Oh God...
I don't want to die....
But then—
The ground beneath me twisted, and a black, swirling vortex opened up. I was sucked in, dragged down this weird black abyss like a ragdoll.