"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.
Cracking married women.
My Boss's wife, to be exact.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Terrible, right?
But she's the one who called me here. She's the one who opened the door, pulled me in, and spread her juicy thighs. It was an invitation I couldn't refuse.
So tell me—who's really at fault?
Anyways, it seemed like my pace was too slow for her, because she spoke, her voice tinged with a growing frustration that cut through my train of thoughts.
"Ren, faster! What are you thinking about."
I didn't reply — I didn't need to — only picked up my pace, ramming into her soaked pussy, stretching her more than my boss ever did.
Her moans got louder. Her nails dug into my back. Her legs wrapped tighter around me like she was trying to fuse us together.
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 felt like forever, we both collapsed on the bed, spent, reeking of sweat and sex.
She lay there, panting, a satisfied grin on her face. I was still catching my breath, staring at the ceiling, basking in the thrill of satisfying a woman more than her own husband could.
Then—
Click.
The door opened.
And in walked her husband.
My heart dropped straight into my balls.
*Oh shit.
Oh shit.
We forgot to lock the door.
HOW DID WE FORGET TO LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?!*
He stood there, frozen. Eyes wide. Jaw clenched. His stared at the clothes on the floor, then at us.
We stared back.
"Ren...?" he said, voice low and shaking.
I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say?
Either way, I was in deep trouble. Forget losing my job—I might lose my life.
He stepped further in, fists clenched, eyes locked on his wife. This man was genuinely tweaking as he saw the state I left his wife in: Hair a mess. Lips swollen and glistening from multiple kisses. Her thoroughly-used pussy lips dripping with my cum. Her legs still trembling.
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 she'd grown horns.
Then he snapped.
"You cheated on me?! With him?!"
His voice cracked. His face twisted into something ugly—rage, betrayal, and disbelief.
"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 I wasn't listening.
I was focused on the door.
It was wide open. My glorious ticket to survival.
But he was still standing near it, blocking the path like a final boss.
So I waited.
Waited for him to move away from the door, and towards the bed.
And when he did, I moved.
I bolted. Slid off the bed, snatched my phone from the floor, and sprinted straight through the door like my life depended on it.
Because 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 hoped.
I hit the pavement, breathing hard, my heart racing, adrenaline pumping.
I thought I was in the clear.
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 ran.
Because if he caught me, I was done for.
I took a sharp right, crossed the road without thinking. It was empty. No cars. No people. Just me, and my crazy boss.
I glanced back.
He had stopped at the edge of the road, just standing there, breathing hard, his eyes 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 scream victory—
Then I saw it: 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.
Please...
Don't kill me..... 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 the black abyss like a ragdoll.
The last thing I saw was black.