Haruto turned, confirming his suspicion—it was indeed Mr. Inoue.
The man was utterly drunk, his slanted eyes barely open, and his face flushed a deep, tomato red.
Stumbling inside, Mr. Inoue clumsily slid the door shut behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
His unsteady gait brought him closer to the futon, where he swayed precariously before collapsing to his knees.
"Why... Why do you hate me so much?" he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol and despair.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Aren't you my wife? We've been married for eighteen years and I don't even touch you once after our marriage!!"
His words dissolved into incoherent sobs as his body slumped forward onto the futon. Moments later, soft snores filled the air—he had passed out completely.
He didn't realize that Haruto was on top of his hot wife, in the middle of fucking her.
Haruto let out a long sigh of relief. 'Well, that was close,' he thought, though a smirk tugged at his lips.
'Not that it matters. If we did get caught, I could handle him in seconds.' He shot a glance at the unconscious man.
'Still, it'd mess with my plans for Kota, so this works out better.'
As he adjusted his position, he quipped with a chuckle, "At least my junior didn't get soft. So... should we continue, or what?"
Asuka's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Of course we continue. That loser fainted. He won't hear a thing."
Her hands snaked around Haruto's neck, pulling him closer until their breaths mingled.
"Make me scream until my throat is hoarse, Haruto," she challenged, her voice a sultry dare, her gaze electric.
Haruto's smirk widened. "Oh? You want us to get caught?"
"Caught?" Asuka scoffed, her tone dismissive.
"I want you to wake him up and make him cry like the pathetic little bitch he is."
Her words froze Haruto for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn't expected her to harbor such venom toward her husband.
If she hated him, why would she marry him in the first place?
"AHHH!!! HARUTO!!! I'M CUMMING!!! I'M CUMMING!!!"
She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her juices gushed out, wetting both of them and soaking the futon beneath.
Haruto groaned, his hips faltering slightly as her pulsing walls milked him. The intense sensation nearly unraveled him completely.
"Shit, Asuka, your pussy feels so damn good," he moaned, his voice rough and unrestrained.
Her body trembled beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she rode the aftershocks of her release.
Despite her exhaustion, her eyes met his, a satisfied yet teasing glint in her gaze.
Haruto's lips curved into a devilish smirk as he glanced at Mr. Inoue, who lay completely oblivious to the world despite the obscene noises filling the room.
He couldn't help but find it amusing—and a little too easy. For all their wild passion, the drunk man remained unresponsive, snoring faintly into the futon.
A wicked thought crossed Haruto's mind. What fun was there in letting the man sleep peacefully when his wife was being ravished mere inches away?
Haruto shifted Asuka's pliant body, turning her to the side so she was now facing her unconscious husband.
Her flushed cheeks, tousled hair, and glistening skin painted a picture of utter debauchery, and he couldn't help but admire the scene he'd created.
He positioned her so closely to Mr. Inoue that if the man woke, he might've been able to feel her breath on his face.
Asuka blinked slowly, her post-orgasm haze making her movements languid. She turned her head slightly to look at Haruto, confusion evident in her half-lidded gaze.
"What... are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft and slurred from exhaustion.
Haruto chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down to lift her leg, hooking it over his arm to give himself better access.
"Just giving your husband a front-row seat to our fun," he replied, his tone dripping with mischief.
Her breath hitched as he positioned himself behind her, his body pressing against hers.
The warmth of his skin against her back sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her, but the proximity to her unconscious husband added a dangerous thrill that made her shiver.
"You're... insane," she whispered, though her lips curled into a smirk of her own.
The challenge, the forbidden excitement of it all, stirred something wild within her.
"And yet you're still here, loving every second of it," Haruto murmured into her ear, his voice low and teasing.