It didn't take long for me to grasp the meaning behind Richard's words. But the storm those few words unleashed showed no signs of subsiding anytime soon.
"W-What on earth…?!"
Demeter, as if doubting her own ears, turned toward Richard, struggling to compose her disheveled expression. Even as I processed it myself, I couldn't dismiss what had just been said.
"I think we can make some progress now."
"No, that's absolutely out of the question! And if you were to get pregnant…!"
"No problem. Just because it's inside doesn't guarantee conception. As long as we take care of it afterward, none of your concerns will come to pass."
Richard paused his thrusting for a moment, speaking as if soothing a frantic child. But this time, Demeter refused to yield to his reasoning.
"There's no need to be so resistant, is there? Actually, I suspect Demeter has been secretly wishing for this."
"That's pure speculation! Retract that statement immediately!"
Demeter rarely raised her voice, but Richard's outrageous suggestion—that she wanted this—drew a sharp reaction from her.
"Do you really think it's just speculation? Can you honestly place your hand on your heart and say you've never once desired what belongs to me?"
"I've never once thought—"
Her desperate denial was abruptly cut off as Richard's cock, which had momentarily stilled, drove deep into her with a single, brutal thrust.
"Ah—hnngh…!!"
Demeter's body quivered, her voice breaking into a weak moan as she was taken by surprise.
"You can't even hold back a moan from one thrust, yet you lie to me without hesitation."
"Th-This is…"
"Why not admit it now? You enjoy this—sex with me. You want to take this to the very end!"
Richard's voice rose, goading her as his hand slid down to where their bodies joined. His fingers found the sensitive bud just above her entrance and began teasing it with deliberate strokes.
"Khh—! N-Not there…!!"
Demeter's damp hair swayed wildly as she writhed, her body betraying her protests.
"Don't forget, Demeter—I know every inch of you. If I put my mind to it, I can pleasure you beyond anything you've ever felt."
"That's—!"
"And you seem to have forgotten the most crucial thing, Demeter. Who does this relationship truly belong to?"
With that, Richard turned his gaze toward me outside the booth. Then, with a smirk, he tossed the decision to me, the fool standing there with a cock in hand, dumbstruck.
"What do you think, Ion?"
"Wh-What about…?"
"About finishing inside Demeter. Most importantly, I want to hear your thoughts."
Richard's question carried a faint, knowing smile. Demeter, too, looked at me, her expression unreadable—somewhere between apprehension and anticipation.
I should stop this. I have to stop this.
If there was any shred of decency left in me, I shouldn't let Demeter suffer further humiliation. My duty as a husband had long since eroded, but just this once, I needed to speak up.
Pull that filthy cock out of my wife right now.
Yet despite my conscience screaming at me, the words that left my lips betrayed my true desires.
"I… don't mind, if Demeter is okay with it."
Even to my own ears, it was the epitome of cowardice. I gave an answer that revealed exactly what I wanted while shifting the final decision to Demeter—as if she truly had a choice.
"You heard him, Demeter. Now, the decision rests entirely with you."
Richard's satisfied smirk told me he had anticipated this outcome. His hand caressed Demeter's plump backside possessively. Demeter, meanwhile, remained silent, her head bowed.
"Well, Demeter? What will it be? Give me your answer—one befitting the situation."
Richard's tone was light, but his words were a demand disguised as a choice. Demeter, after a tense pause, finally spoke.
"…Please."
The moment that word left her lips, a drop of pre-cum leaked from my own neglected cock. As unbelievable as it was, there was no denying the raw need in her voice.
"Tell me in detail. What do you want me to do? How do you want it?"
Richard's demands grew more depraved, as if determined to drag her to the depths of shame. Demeter, understanding exactly what he wanted, clenched her fists against the glass wall.
"Richard, I want… yours inside…"
"No vagueness. Say it with passion!"
SMACK!
A sharp slap landed on Demeter's ass, making her gasp. She bit her lip, hesitating, before finally crying out—
"Please, put your cum inside me!"
"Where, exactly? Be specific!"
"Fill me—my womb! Coat it with your seed! Please!!"
Demeter's voice echoed through the bathroom, loud enough to drown out any lingering dignity. Richard rewarded her obedience with a light pat on the ass.
"Good girl. Then let's not waste time."
With that, Richard gripped her hips and resumed his brutal pace, slamming into her with even greater force than before.
"Hah! Ah—ahhn~!!"
Demeter offered no resistance, her body yielding completely as she moaned uncontrollably. As Richard's thrusts grew faster and rougher, my own hand moved furiously over my cock, unable to hold back any longer.
"Ngh—I'm at my limit!"
With a final, deep thrust, Richard buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering as he released inside her.
"Kyaaah~!!"
Demeter's back arched violently as she screamed, her walls clenching around him as if milking every last drop. The sight was too much—I came at the same time, my pathetic release splattering the floor beneath me, a stark contrast to the seed now flooding Demeter's sacred depths.
"Hah… hah…"
Demeter's breath came in ragged gasps, her lips trembling. For a brief moment, I thought I saw tears glistening on her pleasure-flushed face.
Aftermath
After that heated encounter in the bathroom, Richard effectively became Demeter's long-term partner. He visited the cabin at least once every two days, engaging in their illicit trysts without restraint. Though she had initially despised him, Demeter no longer showed much resistance. Even now, the image of her riding Richard, her body undulating like a dancer's, burned behind my eyelids.
Lost in thought, I wandered alone through the foothills of the Lepothesia Forest in broad daylight. The scenery, once vibrant under Demeter's care, now felt foreign—almost accusatory. The trees and grass seemed to whisper:
Traitor. Betrayer of the goddess.
Pathetic excuse for a man.
Worthless insect, barely fit to breathe.
They weren't real words, but even if they were, I couldn't refute them. They were nothing but the truth.
"Ha…"
I wasn't blind to the depravity of my actions. Handing my wife over to another man for my own twisted satisfaction was the ultimate betrayal. Yet, despite knowing this, I couldn't stop. At this point, I wasn't even sure what I truly wanted anymore.
"Why the sudden sigh?"
A familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. At first, I thought it was my imagination—but the reality was far more startling.
"Athena…?"
I turned my head, and there she stood—my other wife, the one who shouldn't have been here at all.