The night deepened. The chirping of insects outside the window grew scarce; even the bugs fell silent. Under the deep moonlight, the room held a different, fiery scenery.
The black-haired woman lying by the bed could not suppress the pleasure coursing through her body. Her rosy face was full of passion, her eyes distant and blurred. Her beautiful, naked body trembled on the floor. The pale, perky breasts, bearing nail marks and swaying back and forth with gravity, heaved tempestuously, their areolas emitting a sensual fragrance.
Her slender legs were spread, and the pink garden was connected to the young man's ferocious length. The tightly joined area was exposed to the light. Every movement was accompanied by a wet, 'squelch' sound, and every thrust brought out a slick trail of fluid.
In the blink of an eye, the floor and her thighs were soaked.
Auntie Anya was going mad.
Too much time had passed; she had almost forgotten the intimacy with her husband, but it was absolutely nowhere near this joyous, this exhilarating, this continuous stream of pleasure. Both her body and mind were filled by him—a unique sense of satisfaction and happiness.
It was utterly poisonous.
Alex's body, Alex's thing, was like a poison to a woman, an addictive drug. Her mind, which had been somewhat resistant just minutes ago, was utterly captured by his relentless assault.
No woman could resist this kind of pleasure. No wonder Mira also...
"Oh, no, stop, I'm about to come..."
"Auntie Anya, let's go together. Let's climax together. Let me finish inside you."
"Ugh, together... No! Wait, stop, you can't come inside," the lady suddenly reacted, yet even as she said 'no,' she couldn't control her body, which continued to frantically embrace the young man's rhythmic thrusts.
She could only shake her head forcefully, a slight sob in her voice.
"You really can't, Alex. Today is my fertile period. I'll, I'll get pregnant, ah—"
Squelch— Squelch— Squelch————————
"Nooo... ugh!"
Holding her chest tightly, their lower bodies pressed and entangled, Alex drove deep into the lady, ejaculating inside her. The eruption lasted for several minutes, as if he intended to shoot every last drop of his essence into her body.
The fiery essence stimulated the charming lady, sending her into an orgasm as well. A torrent of fluid gushed out of her, that instant of extreme pleasure, the feeling of her brain being drained, a joy mixed with panic, a fear mingled with satisfaction.
It almost made Auntie Anya pass out.
He came inside...
The woman lay on the bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes unfocused. Long strands of hair crossed her mouth, yet her complexion was as vibrant as a blooming flower, clearly well-fed.
The room returned to silence. Alex lay behind her, still inside, enjoying the lingering warmth and afterglow in her depths. His two hands played with her full breasts, tracing circles around her nipples.
"Auntie Anya, is this the moment I should say, 'Thank you for the meal'?"
"..."
She elbowed his chest hard, remaining silent.
"You were the one who snuck in to visit me at night. Why are you acting like a victim now?"
Alex pretended to be wronged.
"You! I told you not to come inside, and yet you still..." Auntie Anya bit her lip.
"What does it matter? If you really get pregnant, having the baby is fine too," Alex didn't tell her about his special method of contraception, instead joking, "Are you unwilling to bear my child, Auntie?"
"...Unwilling!"
"Even if you are, it's too late. Today is your fertile period; there's a high chance you'll hit the jackpot."
"..."
He was right. He shot so much, her womb felt full, and it was her fertile period. It was almost guaranteed pregnancy, wasn't it? What should I do? Am I really going to have his child? This kind of thing...
If her father knew, he would probably just happily approve with both hands.
"I, I need to go!"
Her mind was in chaos. Auntie Anya could only evade the issue. Furthermore, after everything calmed down, recalling her debauched posture and her moans and gasps during intimacy, she felt like dying of shame.
"Auntie Anya," Alex saw the woman gather her clothes, pick up the shredded nightgown, and walk to the door in her soaked G-string and bra. He reminded her, "I don't like sharing my woman with others."
"..."
What did he mean by that? Was he implying I shouldn't be with other men? Tch, didn't he know my husband died years ago? How could I possibly be with another man...
Wait! When did I become his woman? I was just forced by my father to come to him... I never intended to be his woman!
That little brat.
With complicated feelings, Auntie Anya ultimately said nothing. She opened the door and walked out with a slight limp. Having not been intimate for years, the sudden, intense activity left her body uncomfortable. Of course, that wasn't the main issue. The focus was the residual sensations on her body, including the hot, burning fluid inside her belly...
It shocked her soul.
It was needless to say that her womb must be completely filled.
Even if I never see Alex again, cut off all ties, and never contact him, I may never forget the feeling of today for years to come, nor the deep impression he left on me.
It wasn't just her body; a deep mark had also been left in her heart.
"Ah!"
She turned and looked back, only to find someone standing there. A beautiful woman in a long red dress stood before her, staring at her with a knowing half-smile. Auntie Anya was startled and quickly covered her chest.
However, how could she possibly conceal the marks on her body? The kiss marks on her neck, the scratch marks on her breasts, the bruises on her legs, the wetness on her underwear, her messy hair, and the astonishing flush of passion remaining on her face—all clearly indicated what she had just been doing.
Mira Tsubaki was quite experienced; how could she not know what a woman in this state represented?
"There's no point in trying to hide it. I could hear everything through the door just now," Mira Tsubaki said with a slight smirk, her substantial gaze sweeping from her hair to her toes. "Anya, that was quite loud."
"Mira, this..."
Faced with her friend, Auntie Anya's expression was mortified. It wasn't just that her shameful intimacy was discovered, but more importantly, that person... was Mira's man! Wasn't I stealing my best friend's man?
Suddenly, she felt a slight rush of excitement.
In any case, this feeling of being caught in the act made her unable to face Mira.
"I'm sorry..."
"Why are you apologizing to me? You weren't the one who initiated it. It must have been that Aizen Haibara's idea, right?" Mira Tsubaki spoke halfway, then sighed helplessly. "Of course, even without the Haibara family head's urging, I doubt Alex would have let you go."
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"He's always been a greedy person. Besides, you've already done it. Get ready to be relentlessly pursued by him. He's always been very possessive."
"Mira, he... Alex has many women?" Auntie Anya picked up on a different nuance.
"What do you think?"
"..."
Well, given Alex's capabilities, having many women didn't seem too unusual. Thinking about the fact that she might be pregnant, she slumped her shoulders in melancholy.
"So, is that to say... I can't escape him now?"
Indeed, life is unpredictable...