Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Oblivion (R18)

Ryan went home without taking a closer look at the evidence in his hands. The sting of heartbreak clouded his thoughts, making him hesitate before opening the folder. When he finally did, he saw photos and video timestamps beginning on a Tuesday. Each frame revealed a strange and unsettling story: Natalie and a frail-looking, much younger student, isolated together in what appeared to be a dimly lit classroom.In the first video clip, the student's voice came through clearly on the high-tech recording device that Ryan's private investigator had given him.

"Get to work," the student instructed, his tone calm but firm. His words cut through the silence, startling Ryan with how assertive he sounded, almost authoritative, despite his youthful appearance.

Ryan watched as Natalie, his ex-girlfriend, hesitated at first, her expression showing reluctance. But then, slowly, she followed the student's command, her movements uncertain and awkward, as though trying to steady herself. She knelt down, placing herself at his feet, and Ryan's stomach twisted as he watched her obey.

She took his cock in her mouth, and though she seemed unsure initially, he could see her demeanor shift gradually. Within minutes, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, the kind of flush he recognized well—a mixture of arousal and shame, unmistakable.

"This can't be real," Ryan muttered, disbelief clashing with the raw imagery playing out in front of him. He wanted to look away, to shut down his laptop, but his eyes remained glued to the screen. He knew Natalie—at least, he thought he did. They had shared so much, enough that he could hardly believe she would throw it all away for... this. For a student, of all people.

The video continued, showing more than he could bear, each second gnawing at his heart.

They stopped only when Natalie was entirely spent and her face covered in full come, a ritual that had repeated itself on Wednesday. But by Thursday, something changed. Ryan couldn't believe what he was seeing as the scene shifted dramatically to an premium hotel room, its dimly lit ambiance heightening the intensity of what lay ahead.

Natalie stood at the center, dressed provocatively in a sleeveless white polo shirt that hugged her frame and a short black skirt that left little to the imagination, each curve emphasized under the soft glow.

"Let's up the game. I think you're ready now, Natalie," Ryan heard Ross say, his tone laced with a confident edge. Ryan's eyes were fixed on the screen, transfixed, as Ross stepped forward, cornering Natalie with a determined glint in his eye.

It started with a kiss. Natalie's instinct was to push Ross away, her hands pressed lightly against his chest, but her resistance only seemed to intensify his resolve. Ross deepened the kiss, his hands tracing her back as if memorizing every contour. The kiss was brief yet intense, a prelude to the exploration that Ross eagerly embarked on. His fingers moved deftly, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a red bra that clung to her curves, the lacy material straining to contain her.

With a gentle but firm touch, Ross pushed the fabric aside, exposing one of her breasts to his gaze. He leaned down, pressing his lips against her, his mouth capturing the soft, sensitive skin.

"Stop." Natalie's breath hitched as he began to suck, his hands skillfully kneading her as if savoring the moment. He moved to her other side, his lips leaving a trail of small, tender bites and love marks that would linger long after, a sign of his possessive attention.

Ryan could feel his heart racing, captivated by every move Ross made. This was the first time he'd ever seen Natalie in such a state, her body laid bare in all its allure. Her chest was as full and inviting as he had imagined, the sight only more tantalizing up close. Her skin flushed under Ross's touch, her expressions shifting between resistance and surrender.

With his mouth still exploring, Ross's hands roamed lower, his fingers brushing against the edge of her skirt, hinting at his intentions. Natalie tensed, caught between her hesitation and the overwhelming sensations Ross stirred within her. Ryan couldn't help but feel a surge of envy; witnessing this level of intimacy was both mesmerizing and maddening. Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Natalie was supposed to be his. Ryan wasn't exactly inexperienced; he'd had his share of passionate encounters and had been with many women over the years. Yet, none of them had captivated him like Natalie. It wasn't just her beauty but the effortless way she combined innocence with a magnetic allure that left everyone around her spellbound. She was only 25, and yet she already possessed a charm that seemed timeless, a beauty in full bloom, untouched by the years.

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To him, she had the face of an angel—soft, with delicate features that gave her a serene, almost ethereal quality. Her eyes held a quiet depth, a hint of mystery that made you want to look longer, to understand the thoughts hidden behind them. But her body, in contrast, was a different story entirely. It had the sensual curves and allure of a temptress, a figure that was almost crafted to make heads turn. Her every movement seemed designed to tease, her natural elegance only intensifying her appeal.

The contrast made her all the more irresistible. She carried herself with a quiet confidence, unaware or unbothered by the effect she had on people. Ryan couldn't help but admire the way her clothes hugged her form, accentuating every curve with subtle precision. The softness of her skin, the gentle slope of her shoulders, and the way she moved—all of it was a perfect blend of elegance and seduction. Every time he was near her, he felt a pull that was almost magnetic, a need to claim her as his own.

Still, as a good man, Ryan had respected Natalie's boundaries. He'd waited patiently, knowing she wanted to take things slow, and he'd always believed that, when the time was right, they'd share something meaningful. They were supposed to be married in three years, a future he'd pictured vividly, filled with trust, passion, and shared dreams. But now, all of that seemed irreversibly tarnished. The thought of another man experiencing what he'd so carefully respected felt like a betrayal that cut deep.

How could he look forward to a future with her, knowing she had shared herself with someone else so freely?

Five minutes passed, and Ross had pushed their encounter further, his hands tracing every curve as he explored her with an intensity that made Ryan's heart pound with jealousy and frustration. Natalie was lying back on the bed, her breathing heavy, her expression vulnerable yet captivated by the moment.

Her panties were now pushed aside, offering a glimpse of her intimate beauty—a sight Ryan had only dreamed of but never witnessed himself.

A wet pink slit!

The camera captured the scene briefly before Ross leaned in, his face disappearing from view as he moved with deliberate purpose. He began exploring her most sensitive area with an eagerness that left no room for modesty, every move revealing his intent to fully claim what Ryan had always thought would be his someday.

Ryan felt a surge of emotions—anger, sadness, and an aching sense of loss. He couldn't tear his eyes away, torn between wanting to look away and being unable to. This was Natalie, the woman he thought he'd spend his life with, lying there with someone else, giving in to a passion that she'd never allowed him to experience. It was as though the future he had imagined was slipping further out of reach with every passing second, replaced by a raw and painful reality.

What hurt Ryan the most was that before long, he could see and hear Natalie moaning to her student's expert tongue.

"Shit!" Ryan cursed in his lonesome.