After 4 months, 7 January, 2025.
Thwop! Thwop! Thwop!
The cheap motel room echoed with the wet, rhythmic slaps of skin on skin, the dim tube light casting a hazy glow over their sweat-slicked bodies.
"Ah! Aanh! Mmph—fuck, yes!"
The busty young American blonde cried out. Her voice was thick with lust. A Japanese man took her savagely from behind.
Her pale skin flushed pink as it glistened under the light. Every inch of her body trembled with raw need. Her massive breasts swung heavily beneath her, nipples hard and aching, bouncing wildly with each brutal thrust.
The man claiming her slutty pussy in doggy style was none other than Riku Hayashi, our villain MC in his late forties, yet his built was like a bull with thick and defined muscles. His veined forearms gripped her narrow waist, yanking her back onto his fat eight-inch cock with zero mercy.
The woman was half her age but her body moved in pure heat. Her dripping hole swallowed him whole, as her love juices squirted out with every vicious withdrawal.
"God, your ass is fucking perfect," he rasped, slamming into her harder, watching the soft flesh jiggle hypnotically. Her skin felt impossibly smooth, like pounding into warm silk, and the sight of her side-boob spilling out with each jerk fueled his hunger.
Unable to resist, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as his rough hands snaked around to grab her dangling breasts. He squeezed them greedily, thumbs flicking her stiff nipples, drawing a sharp, needy whimper from her lips.
He tangled one hand in her blonde hair, tugging her head back gently, lips brushing her ear. "This young cunt of yours… it sucks me in so deep, so fucking tight.... Been too long.. since I've ruined a pussy... this perfect."
Thwop! Thwop! Thwop!
She gasped, breath hitching between moans. "Ngh,fuck...Yes… don't stop.Anh.. I'm all yours tonight."
With a dark chuckle, he flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing.
Her legs spread wide instantly with her pussy dripping and swollen as if begging for more.
He rubbed his throbbing cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit until she squirmed.
"Only tonight?" he murmured, voice low and dangerous, smirking down at her flushed, desperate face. "You think I'm done with you after one fuck?"
"Please…" she begged, voice breaking, hands reaching for him. "I need it Riku—please, fuck me!"
He pinched her nipple hard, making her arch with a moan. "Look at you," he taunted. "Faithful little housewife… now just a needy slut begging for my cock."
"Yes," she whimpered, eyes glazed with lust. "I'm your slut. Fuck me, Riku—fill me up!"
He RAMMED in—one brutal thrust burying every inch. She screamed as he started pounding missionary, hips crashing like a jackhammer, her tits bouncing so hard they slapped her chin.
Then he hooked her ankles over his shoulders and FOLDED her in half—knees smashed to her tits, ass lifted completely off the bed. Her pussy gaped open, utterly exposed. He DRILLED straight down, cock spearing her womb with sickening force.
"FUCK—I'M CUMMING!" she howled, body convulsing, cunt gushing around him in violent spasms.
But Riku didn't stop.
He pinned her legs back harder, practically bending her in two, and unleashed the hell shots by pistoning like a machine.
His balls slapping her ass with wet juices and making the obscene THWOP-THWOP-THWOP! sounds.
Her eyes rolled white and drooling tongue came out in attempt to catch breadth.
"Take it deeper, bitch—feel me in your fucking guts."
Her nails raked his back as her legs trembled in air. "More! More Riku—break me!"
As his balls tightened, he roared, "Gonna flood your cheating wom....urgh!"
He slammed his balls-deep for the last time as thick and hot ropes of cum erupted as it blasted directly into her womb, pulse after pulse.
Exhausted, he collapsed beside her. Both lay panting, chests heaving, lost in the haze of intense release.
After a moment, Riku stared at the cracked ceiling, catching his breath. Then he felt warm, plush weight settle on his chest—her full breasts pressing against him. Pale arms draped across his abdomen as she shifted closer, seeking support.
With a playful smile, her slender fingers trailed down to his semi-erect cock, still slick with their mixed fluids. She rubbed the sensitive tip gently, thumb circling the foreskin.
"Even when you're not fully hard…" she purred, lips curving into a sly grin, "…it's still so thick."
A faint, mischievous smile curled on her pink lips as she pressed her breasts slightly harder against his chest, clearly teasing him for a reaction.
Riku smirked, his voice teasing.
"Can't really blame me, can you? Getting stroked by a beauty like you... Seriously, Natasha—who'd believe that the next CEO of Qualcomm is here with her fast ass, still dripping from my thick load?"
Natasha gave a soft laugh, almost as if flattered. Her fingers slid down between her legs to check, and finding his liquid still oozing out, she gave an amused, almost wicked grin.
With a playful flick of her tongue, she brought it to her lips and moaned softly.
"Mmm… It's actually thick… better than my husband's."
Then with a sigh that held just a hint of regret, she added,
"I was hoping to have it in my mouth… But instead, you ended up shooting deep inside. Trying to give me a baby, hmm?"
Her tone was playful, but her eyes held a mischievous spark.
Riku chuckled, giving her ass a sharp spank that made her gasp and pout.
"Instincts, babe. Just marking what's mine. But hey, if you're feeling generous, I'm already hard again. You can still give me that oral service right now."
He grabbed her hand and guided it down to his shaft.
Natasha blinked, surprised to feel him fully upright again. Even her husband needed time to recover after finishing, but Riku was like a machine. Still, she feigned resistance.
"You think you can own me just because you helped me get what was mine in the first place? And look at your age... you're like an ajhussi."
Yet her hand didn't leave his thing—instead, her grip only tightened, betraying her growing desire.
Riku pretended to be wounded and then placed a soft kiss on her flushed cheek.
"Mrs. Sterling, need I remind you... I'm not just the guy who helped you get those internal files to expose your ex-CEO husband.
I'm also the one who traced his harassment emails, uncovered the office scandal with his secretary, and even gave you the video evidence for that perfect divorce settlement.
Tell me—who else would've gone this far for you?"
Natasha smirked, tightening her grip on him with sudden force, trying to assert control.
"And in return, you're sleeping with me tonight… along with that one million dollars already wired to your account."
But her attempt at control faltered the moment Riku held the back of her neck and guided her down. Her resistance faded, replaced by a forgotten hunger that stirred deep within.
He let out a low groan of satisfaction.
"Enough talk. The night's not over yet."
She gasped for breath as he let go, her lips glistening.
"Only for tonight? So you're backing down from that big talk about owning me?"
Riku grinned darkly.
"New terms and conditions applied… only if you can satisfy me, sweetheart!"
Natasha's tongue traced from the base to the tip, savoring him like a decadent treat. She kissed the swollen crown before taking him into her mouth, moving with tender precision and deliberate care, each motion dripping with control.
Her rhythm was mesmerizing—teasing yet purposeful. Riku felt as if he were being drawn to the edge of release; her warmth and expertise made it almost too much to handle. He bit his lip, trying to contain the growing tension.
Her breasts brushed against his thighs, sending shivers through him like a soft electric pulse. As he ran his hands over them, he let out a ragged breath and muttered with a crooked grin, "You suck like a pro… I think my soul's about to leave my body."
She gave him a mischievous look, eyes glinting with mock offence. "Oh? That good, huh?"
Then, without warning, she adjusted herself and pressed her breasts around his little brother, trapping it between her soft curves.
Riku was on cloud nine . After just few strokes, he couldn't hold back with higtened sensations. He grabbed her head, pulling it deep onto him, thrusting down as he released—three consecutive bursts. His body trembled with pleasure, as if he had touched the very state of Nirvana.
However, something else burst open at that moment—the door cracked open with a loud thud.
A sharp voice cut through the air.
"Hands up, Riku! You're under arrest for cyber—"
It was none other than Elena with the Japanese cops. She froze mid-sentence, her eyes locking onto the scene in front of her.
The two officers soon entered and were equally shocked to find the American blonde covered in white cream—both her mouth and between her legs. She cried, trying to wrap herself in a blanket for cover.
The culprit smirked as he slipped on his underwear and mocked, "How about a little Decency, huh?
Another officer, ignoring the awkwardness, raised his gun at him. "Don't move." His face was flushed as his eyes flicked toward Natasha, but training forced him to stay alert, ready for any sudden movement.
"You barge in like stormtroopers and then blush like schoolgirls. Shouldn't a real officer know when to look away? Come on—I'm naked."
The Elena flinched, then quickly ordered the others, "Eyes off! Secure the room!"
Suddenly, the half-opened door slammed wide open again, but this time it was not the cop but a foreign man. His eyes were blazing with anger as he stormed in.
"Natasha!" he roared.
'Isn't that her husband? He might have followed or accompanied the cops… maybe even brought them here. Damn my luck!' Riku cursed inwardly.
He saw the state of his wife and, without a second thought, pulled a gun from inside his coat.
"You fucking whore! You dare defy me!"
He pointed his gun at her as he gave his judgement.
"I will kill you myself!"
"Wait—!" the officer shouted, lunging forward.
But Riku stepped in between, shielding the woman behind him.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Blood sprayed.
Riku collapsed, clutching his chest as crimson poured from the gaping wound.
The woman screamed in panic as the husband was immediately tackled by the officers. His arm twisted behind his back as one of them growled,
"You've just assaulted a Japanese citizen, Mr. Sterling. You'll have to answer for that."
The woman officer rushed to Natasha, wrapping a coat around her as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Are you hurt? Can you stand?"
""H-he… he shot him! He shot Riku!" Natasha's voice cracked in panic.
As Riku lay on the floor, blood seeping from his wound, his fading vision caught a final glimpse of the woman being comforted… the husband being dragged away… the chaos fading to silence.
His last thought echoed as a faint smirk lingered on his face—
'I never meant for it to end this way… but was worth it, eh!'
And darkness took him.
However, he soon awoke—not as Riku Hayashi, but as a teenager in a much more distant land he never thought he would fare in his life.