It didn't take long for me to grasp the meaning behind Richard's words. Yet, the storm those few words had unleashed showed no signs of subsiding anytime soon.
"W-What on earth…?!"
Demeter, as if doubting her own ears, turned toward Richard, desperately trying to compose her disheveled expression. Even I, who had been silently observing, couldn't ignore 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 me pregnant…!"
"No problem. Just because it's inside doesn't guarantee conception. As long as we take care of it afterward, none of your worries will come to pass."
Richard paused his thrusts for a moment, speaking as if soothing a frantic child. But this time, Demeter refused to yield.
"There's no need to be so stubborn, is there? Actually, I suspect Demeter secretly wishes for this."
"That's pure speculation! Take back those words immediately!"
Demeter rarely raised her voice, yet here she was, nearly shouting at Richard's audacious insinuation—that she wanted him to finish inside her.
"Do you really think it's just speculation? Can you honestly place your hand on your heart and swear you've never once desired what belongs to me?"
"I've never once thought—"
Her desperate denial was abruptly cut short as Richard's cock, which had been still for a moment, suddenly slammed deep into her.
"Ah—! Hnng…!"
Demeter's body jolted, her back arching as she let out a breathy moan, caught completely off guard.
"You can't even hold back your moans from a single thrust, yet you lie to me without hesitation."
"Th-This is…"
"Why not admit it now? You enjoy this—sex with me. You want me to take you to the very end."
Richard's voice was commanding, almost taunting, as his hand slid down to where their bodies joined. His fingers found the swollen bud just above her dripping entrance and began circling it with deliberate precision.
"Kuh—! N-Not there…!"
Demeter's damp hair swayed wildly as she writhed under his touch, her thighs trembling.
"Did you think I didn't know every inch of you, Demeter? If I wanted, I could pleasure you in ways you've never imagined."
"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, his lips curling into a faint smirk. Then, he casually tossed the decision to me—his stunned audience, still gripping my own aching cock.
"What do you think, Ion?"
"Me? About… what?"
"About me finishing inside Demeter. Most importantly, I want to hear your thoughts."
His question was laced with amusement. Demeter, too, turned her head toward me, her expression unreadable—somewhere between apprehension and anticipation.
I should stop this. I should intervene.
If there was any semblance of morality left, I couldn't let Demeter suffer further humiliation. My role as her husband had long since expired, but just this once, I needed to say it—
Get your filthy cock out of my wife. Now.
Yet, when I opened my mouth, the words that spilled out were nothing but cowardice.
"I… don't mind. If Demeter says it's okay."
A pathetic answer—one that revealed my true desires while feigning neutrality. I had essentially handed the final choice to Demeter, as if that absolved me of responsibility.
"You heard him, Demeter. The decision is yours now."
Richard's smirk deepened, his fingers kneading the plush flesh of her ass. Demeter, however, remained silent, her head bowed.
"Well, Demeter? What will it be? Give me your answer—one befitting the situation."
His words were a mockery of choice, his tone dripping with condescension. Demeter clenched her fists against the glass wall before finally whispering:
"…Please."
The moment that word left her lips, a bead of pre-cum leaked from my tip. As unbelievable as it was, she hadn't taken it back.
"Be clearer. Tell me exactly what you want me to do—and how."
Richard wasn't done tormenting her. He wanted her to beg. Demeter, understanding his game, bit her lip before forcing out the words.
"Richard… I want yours… inside…"
"No vagueness. Say it like you mean it!"
SMACK!
A sharp slap landed on her ass, making her gasp. Demeter's nails scraped against the glass as she finally cried out:
"Please—fill me with your cum!"
"Where? Be specific!"
"Inside my womb! Coat me with your seed—please!!"
Demeter suppressed her shame at Richard's repeated lewd comments and finally shouted out the vulgar request he desired—so loudly that the bathroom seemed to vanish around them.
After coaxing the heavenly goddess into saying what he wanted, Richard gave her buttocks a satisfied pat.
"Well done," he praised briefly before gripping her waist and driving his cock into her again.
This time, he violated her with even more force, pistoning into her pussy ruthlessly.
"Hah! Ah—ahh~!!"
Demeter, offering no resistance, could only moan uncontrollably as Richard's massive cock ravaged her. His thrusts grew faster, and seeing his relentless pace, I matched it with my own hand, stroking myself furiously.
"Ugh—I can't hold back anymore!"
Richard, buried deep inside Demeter, suddenly tensed, his cock pulsing as he released his seed directly into her womb.
"Kyaaah~!!"
Demeter's back arched violently as she screamed, overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick semen flooding her. Meanwhile, my own pathetic release splattered onto the floor and toilet, a stark contrast to the pleasure Richard was giving her.
"Hah… hah…"
Demeter's lips trembled, her voice reduced to broken whimpers. For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw tears glistening on her pleasure-flushed face.
After that heated encounter in the bathroom, Richard became Demeter's regular lover, visiting the cabin at least once every two days. Though she had initially despised him, her reluctance had faded over time. Now, the image of her riding him eagerly, her body moving in rhythm, was seared into my mind.
Lost in thought, I wandered through the foothills of Lepothesia Forest in broad daylight. The lush scenery, once a testament to Demeter's divine care, now felt different—tainted. The trees and grass seemed to whisper accusations:
Traitor who betrayed his goddess.
Pathetic man who can't even stand on his own.
Worthless insect, barely fit to breathe.
I knew they weren't real, but even if they were, I had no defense. They were all undeniable truths.
"Ha…"
I wasn't blind to my own depravity. Handing my wife over to another man for my own twisted satisfaction was the ultimate betrayal. Yet, despite the guilt gnawing at me, I couldn't stop. At this point, I wasn't even sure what I truly wanted anymore.
"Why the sudden sigh?"
A familiar voice cut through my thoughts. At first, I dismissed it as my imagination—until I realized it wasn't.
"Athena…?"
I turned sharply, and there she stood—my other wife, the one who shouldn't have been here at all.