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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Elena abruptly declared she wasn’t in the mood for sex today and left.
Of course, having become a demon and a true man, I wasn’t disappointed by this.
I could just have sex with Isabelle.
As soon as I saw Elena enter her room, I went into the master bedroom.
Isabelle was staring at the pig with a disgusted expression.
The pig.
He used to be a pig, but these days, he was so emaciated that he could be described as a colt or a calf.
His cheeks were hollowed out as if he’d been hit with a spoon, and his eyes were dark, like a clown’s makeup.
His belly sagged, dangling like a rubber band, and when he lay on the floor, it spread out like oozing resin, a truly repulsive sight.
His legs, which had seemed indestructible, were showing signs of becoming thin.
Hair fell from his arms, and his skin thinned, revealing the contours of his bones.
The funny thing was, even in this state, because I kept showing him erotic illusions, the pig thought he was like this because Isabelle had drained him dry.
I heard he was bragging that Isabelle was such an amazing woman that she could do this to him.
Boasting about his wife being a “good lay”… he was quite the lunatic.
What good was bragging?
Was he going to lend her out if someone asked?
I voiced all the emotions welling up inside me.
“Ah, he’s sleeping soundly. Fucking bastard.”
Isabelle smiled and nodded at my vulgar words and said,
“Indeed. A truly… repulsive sight.”
The pig really was sleeping soundly, a repulsive sight.
With his nose twitching, his mouth agape, drooling… he looked like a messy baby.
Remembering my own childhood, I started stroking Isabelle’s ass.
Isabelle, slightly startled, stepped back, putting some distance between us, then turned and pressed herself against me again.
Rubbing her cheek against my chest, she asked,
“Shall we… go downstairs?”
“Let’s do it here.”
I shook my head and sat down on the mattress.
Isabelle, surprised by my boldness, covered her mouth, then blinked and smiled.
Even if that pig woke up, I could just put him back to sleep with my power.
“Aren’t you being too bold?”
“Look at his face. He wouldn’t wake up even if you hit him with a hammer.”
“…I suppose you’re right. It would be nice if he just stayed asleep like this.”
I laughed again at Isabelle’s words.
We were people who could laugh happily no matter what we talked about, but we laughed the happiest when we were belittling this pig.
Isabelle sat down next to me and started unbuckling my belt.
I stroked her thighs and lifted her skirt.
As I tugged at her panties, she lifted her hips slightly, making it easier for me to remove them.
I undressed in the same manner, and my hard cock sprang free, bobbing obscenely.
“Haa…”
Isabelle gave a seductive smile and ran her hand over my cock.
She cupped my glans carefully, as if holding a kitchen utensil, and then gently stroked it up and down, like sprinkling pepper from a pepper mill.
She lightly grazed the sensitive tip, pulling down to the base, then squeezed and pulled up and repeated the motion.
My cock quickly became wet, adding viscosity to Isabelle’s movements.
As she did this, Isabelle parted her lips, as if craving my saliva.
I kissed her, thrust my tongue into her mouth, lifted her skirt, and moved my fingers between her legs.
“Mmm…! Mmm…!”
As I touched her sensitive spot, she twisted her hips and moaned.
I broke the kiss and spoke.
Our lips, coated in saliva, glistened in the moonlight.
“If you’re too loud, he’ll wake up.”
“Ah…!”
Isabelle glanced at the pig, then understood my intention and smiled seductively and clung to me.
As if daring me to do anything, to take her however I pleased.
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The mistress was spreading her legs.
Her vagina, glistening with moisture, was exposed between her wide-open thighs.
Those lewdly spread legs… The mistress, once a model of noble decorum, was now moaning in ecstasy with her legs spread wide.
I could see her smooth legs wrapped around Evan’s waist.
I could see her soft, slightly parted slit and Evan’s thick cock pushing into it, as if trying to shatter her.
“Hnnnnn…!”
As he thrust inside, I saw the mistress’s breasts heave and her waist buck.
I could also see puffs of white breath escaping from between her fingers, which were pressed against her mouth.
“Haa…! Hngh…! Mmm…!”
She was trying her best to stifle her moans, her hand covering her mouth.
The master, lying beside her, slept soundly, oblivious to the defilement of his own bedroom.
“Hnnnng!”
The mistress’s waist arched sharply, and a loud moan escaped her lips despite her efforts to suppress it.
Evan chuckled softly.
He had thrust deep inside her, moving his hips back and forth.
I knew that feeling all too well.
That beastly movement, forcing its way into the tight space, making its presence known in every corner… it brought a strange, unsettling sensation, like a snake writhing inside me, and a suffocating pleasure.
Slap!
“Ah…!”
His cock, pulled out, was coated in glistening fluids as he thrust back into the mistress’s vagina.
I could clearly see her ass and Evan’s thighs trembling with the impact of flesh against flesh.
And with each slap, I found myself moaning and spreading my legs.
I couldn’t stay still.
Creak-creak-creak-creak——
“Hngh…! Hng…! P-position…! Hnnn…!”
I knew that lewd position all too well, her lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
I knew the red marks left on her ass from the pressure.
I knew exactly what the creaking of the bed, the panting breaths, and the mistress’s faint request for a “position” meant.
Creak-creak-creak-creak——
“Hngh…! Hngh…! Mmm…! Ugh…! Mmm…! Haa…!”
I knew how deeply she could feel Evan’s cock in that position, how deeply he could cum inside her, filling her with his seed…
Creak-creak-creak-creak——
“S-stop…! I was wrong…! I’m going to… make a sound…!”
“Haa…! Haa…! Hngh…! Ugh…!”
I realized I was frantically rubbing my own vagina with my fingers.
I pushed my fingers deep inside, trying to replicate the sticky, tingling sensation Evan gave me.
Creak-creak-creak-creak——
“Ungh…! Mmm…! Gah…! Ah…! Aah…!”
When I closed my eyes, I could imagine Evan on top of me.
I could even move my hips in time with the creaking of the bed.
Imagining my fingers were Evan’s cock, I bucked back and forth.
Fluids dripped down my spread legs, and unable to bear the pleasure, I unconsciously reached for the doorknob.
My hand trembled, and I leaned forward, trying to get a better view of Evan thrusting into the mistress.
Evan was thrusting harder and faster, his ass clenched.
It was a habit I knew well, something he only did when he was close to cumming.
I wanted to climax together with Evan.
I wanted to experience the same pleasure the mistress was feeling, the pleasure Evan was giving her.
Creak-creak-creak-creak——
“Ah…! Aaah…!”
“Ungh! Hngh! Ugh…! Ha…! Aah…!”
Just a little more…
“Aah! Ah…! Ugh…! Ungh…!”
“Ah…! I’m going to…! Make a sound…! Stop…!”
Just a little bit more…
“Ah…! Ugh…! Mmm…! Mmm…!”
“Hngh…! Ugh…! I’m making sounds…! They’ll hear us…! Ah…!”
My vision blurred.
My hands trembled, and my head spun.
My legs, unable to support me, buckled, and I stumbled forward.
On the verge of climax with my mouth agape, I collapsed against the door.
Rubbing myself against the spot where Evan often touched me felt so good, like he was thrusting inside me.
“Ah…! Aaaaaaaaaah!”
“Aah…! Gah…! Hngh…! Aaaah!”
I didn’t want to think about anything.
I just wanted to feel what Evan and the mistress were feeling.
My posture, sprawled on the floor in front of the door, fluids leaking down my thighs, my ass exposed… it was incredibly lewd.
But none of that mattered now.
My head was spinning, and my vagina throbbed, craving more.
“Haa…! Haa…!”
“Haa…! Haa…!”
As I lay there, face pressed against the floor, catching my breath, I realized I was drooling like one of those vulgar thugs.
And I saw the mistress lying on the bed, looking down at me with an unfocused gaze.
“Elena…”
The mistress didn’t look at me with disgust.
She gave me her usual bright smile, reached out to me, then sighed and collapsed back onto the bed.
I tried to stand up but my legs trembled.
“Elena.”
When I looked up, Evan was staring at me.
His blue eyes.
His slightly wavy brown hair.
His kind smile and warm voice.
I finally understood.
Everything I had felt for him wasn’t hatred or fear.
It was love, a love I had been unable to face.
A different kind of love—one that had crossed the line and taken root deep within my body.
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