Adrian finished the rest of his dinner, changed into something more casual, and stepped out of his apartment.
Since Ayano's unit was right next door, it only took Adrian a few seconds to get there. When he rang the doorbell, Takashi opened the door himself, looking nervous yet determined.
"Thank you for coming." Takashi said quietly.
The three of them sat in the living room. Ayano sat close to Adrian, her hand resting lightly on his thigh, while Takashi's gaze kept shifting between the two of them as he struggled to find the right words. After a long, awkward silence, he finally spoke.
"First of all… I wanted to properly thank you," Takashi began, his voice unsteady. "For going along with all of this. I know it must've been shocking… and honestly insane to accept. So if there's any kind of compensation you want, I wouldn't mind providing it."
He swallowed hard, his face burning with shame as he forced himself to continue.
"Still… Can you please continue… fucking my wife?"
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Ayano's hand tightened slightly on Adrian's thigh, her cheeks turning deep red, but she remained silent. She simply looked down, embarrassed yet clearly aroused by the humiliating situation.
Adrian leaned back against the sofa, one arm casually resting behind Ayano as he studied Takashi in silence. A calm, faintly amused expression lingered on his face before he finally spoke.
"You're really okay with this?" He asked, his tone even but carrying a hint of mockery. "Knowing that I'll keep fucking Ayano whenever I want? That I'll keep filling her up and making her moan my name right next to you?"
Takashi's face grew even redder, but he forced himself to hold Adrian's gaze. After a moment, he gave a small, stiff nod.
"…Yes… if you're willing to keep doing it."
Adrian's lips curled into a faint grin. He gave Ayano's shoulder a gentle squeeze, drawing a small whimper from her.
"Alright then." Adrian said casually.
"I don't mind continuing," Adrian said casually, though a sharp edge lingered beneath his calm tone. "But you need to understand your place now. From this point on, you don't get to complain. All you can do is watch and accept it."
His gaze narrowed slightly, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
"Besides… I'm sure you'd prefer it that way too, watching me fill her up and living out your fantasies as a cuck. Right?"
Takashi's face burned a deep crimson. He stared down at the floor, fists clenched tightly on his knees. After several long seconds of heavy silence, he gave a small, humiliated nod, his expression a mix of shame and arousal.
"…Yes," he whispered, voice barely audible. "I… I don't mind."
Adrian let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with the answer. Keeping his gaze fixed on Takashi, he possessively stroked Ayano's hair with one hand.
"Good. As long as you remember that Ayano is mine now, we won't have any problems."
Without warning, Adrian tilted Ayano's chin up and claimed her lips in a deep, possessive kiss right in front of Takashi.
The kiss was slow and dominant, his tongue invading her mouth as she melted against him with a soft, embarrassed moan. Ayano's hands clutched desperately at his shirt, her body responding eagerly even with her husband watching.
When Adrian finally pulled back, a mocking grin spread across his face as he looked at Takashi.
"I can keep filming videos," Adrian said casually, his tone dripping with mockery. "But if you want to get them, you better pay up. Understood?"
Takashi's face was still burning red with shame as he gave a small nod.
"…Understood."
The conversation continued for a while longer, but by then, the dynamic between the three of them had already become unmistakably clear.
When Adrian finally stood up, he didn't head for the door alone. Instead, he took Ayano by the wrist and pulled her up beside him.
"Come on. You're coming with me tonight."
Ayano let out a surprised yelp but didn't resist, blushing furiously as she was dragged along.
Takashi's eyes widened. He stood up weakly, taking a half-step forward.
"Wait… Adrian, that's–"
"Ah, ah, ah," Adrian cut him off with a mocking smirk, raising a finger. "Remember our deal. Stay in your lane. Ayano is mine now, so you don't get to complain when I take her with me."
Takashi froze, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. In the end, he could only lower his head in defeated acceptance.
"…I understand."
Adrian gave him one last cold smile before pulling Ayano out of the apartment. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Takashi alone in the quiet living room.
The moment they stepped into his apartment, Adrian wasted no time pulling Ayano into his arms. They spent the rest of the night lost in each other, passionately indulging until they finally fell asleep in a warm, satisfied embrace.
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Adrian slowly woke up.
It was now Sunday. Saturday had passed in a blur, with Adrian spending most of that day getting his health document, coordinating with Azuma about the upcoming renovation and patiently waiting for his bait to be taken.
Ayano was curled up against his chest, fast asleep, her naked body pressed warmly against his. She hadn't gone back to her husband's place after he took her away, and it was becoming increasingly clear that she had no intention of doing so.
Adrian gently stroked her hair, a satisfied smile resting on his lips. After indulging himself for long enough, he summoned the black card once more. It was the same one he had received at the bar.
He had considered going there on Saturday, but he felt too preoccupied and, quite honestly, too exhausted to spend the night chasing after another woman to fuck, even one who would have been easy to win over.
Still, that didn't mean he had lost interest. He would go eventually, just not this week.
After thinking about it for a moment, he returned the black card to his inventory. A quick glance at his phone showed it was still far too early in the morning.
Deciding to go back to sleep, he pulled Ayano closer, hugging her naked body tightly and burying his face between her soft, plump breasts.
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A warm, slick heat wrapped tightly around Adrian's cock as he slowly drifted awake.
A deep, involuntary groan rumbled from his chest as his eyes fluttered open. Still hazy with sleep, he saw the blanket over his waist rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Already half-guessing what's happening, he reached down and lifted the edge of the blanket.
Ayano was kneeling between his legs, completely naked.
Her soft, warm lips were stretched around his morning wood, sliding up and down with wet, devoted strokes. Her tongue swirled teasingly around the sensitive head each time she pulled back, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Her messy hair spilled across his thighs, and her flushed cheeks hollowed slightly with every suck.
The moment she felt him stir, Ayano's eyes flicked upward, sparkling with playful mischief. Without hesitation, she pushed her head down further, taking him all the way into her tight, velvety throat.
Her throat muscles rippled and squeezed around him rhythmically, massaging his length for several long, blissful seconds.
Adrian groaned deeply, his fingers instinctively reaching and threading into her head, gripping it tightly.
Ayano finally pulled back with a lewd pop, a thick string of saliva stretching between her glistening lips and the swollen tip of his cock. She gave the sensitive head a slow, teasing lick, then looked up at him with a sly yet seductive smile.
"Good morning." She whispered, her voice husky and sweet, before playfully licking his tip again.
Adrian let out a low, sleepy groan, his hand gently resting on the back of her head.
"Fuck… best way to wake up." He murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He pushed his hips up slightly, encouraging her to continue.
Ayano's eyes curved into crescents, clearly happy with his reaction.
She obediently took him back into her warm mouth, sucking him with slow, devoted strokes while her tongue worked the underside of his shaft.
*Gluck!* *Slurp~* *Gluck…*
Adrian leaned back against the pillows, one hand lazily stroking her messy hair as he enjoyed the feeling.
After a few minutes of her eager, devoted service, the pleasure became too much. Adrian gripped her messy hair tighter and thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.
Ayano moaned around him, her eyes watering as she obediently took him even deeper, her throat squeezing tightly around his length.
With a low, guttural groan, Adrian came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed straight down her throat as he held her head in place.
Ayano swallowed desperately, milking every drop with soft, wet sounds until he finally finished.
Only then did he release her hair and pull her up. Ayano gasped for air, coughing softly as thick strings of saliva dripped from her lips and chin.
She looked up at him with sparkling, mischievous eyes, a sly little smile playing on her swollen lips. Adrian cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of saliva.
"You're getting really good at that." He murmured.
Ayano let out a soft, playful giggle, tilting her head like a mischievous fox. "Of course~ I have to make sure my man wakes up in a very good mood." She purred, her voice sweet but laced with teasing intent.
She leaned in and gave him a quick, cheeky kiss on the lips, then planted another light kiss on his cheek before pulling back with a wink.
"Good morning again." She said playfully, licking her lips one last time.
With a deliberate, seductive sway of her hips, she slipped out of bed and walked toward the bedroom door, glancing back over her shoulder with a naughty smile before disappearing inside.
Adrian watched her with a pleased smile, his eyes lingering on the seductive sway of her hips until she exited the room.
He let out a quiet, content sigh and stretched his arms high above his head, his muscles flexing as he worked out the pleasant soreness from the night before.
Still completely naked, he swung his legs off the bed and walked barefoot toward the kitchen.
He brewed himself a fresh cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the apartment.
Taking a slow sip, he stepped out onto the small balcony overlooking the city and stood there, the warm morning light bathing his bare skin.
With the cup in hand, Adrian gazed out at the bustling streets below, his mind shifting from the lazy pleasure of the morning to the sharper matters ahead.
Today was the day.
His lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile as he thought about the pretty boy who liked to eavesdrop, Hazuki Yuu.
He had been patient long enough. Now it was time to see if the fish would bite.
Adrian took another sip of coffee, his eyes narrowing with cold amusement.
Shortly after getting the recorder that night. Adrian copied the footage from the camera onto a secure drive for himself.
A day later, Adrian tracked down one of Hazuki Yuu's social media accounts and anonymously sent him a carefully edited video clip. The clip only showed the camera recording him and Ayano together, with all footage of Adrian setting up or handling the device removed.
Along with the file, he included a short, provocative message:
"I noticed you've been secretly eavesdropping on Adrian for quite some time now. Lucky for you, I happen to despise him too. Use this however you want. Blackmail, revenge… it's your choice."
"I actually hope that boy has at least a little bit of spine or malice in him… It'll make breaking and lecturing him so much more enjoyable."
"Heh." Adrian chuckled darkly, a predatory smirk spreading across his face.
He took another sip of coffee, savoring its bitterness as he gazed down at the bustling everyday life on the streets below.
Ayano emerged from the bathroom a short while later, her hair still damp from the shower and wearing one of his oversized shirts that hung loosely on her body. She saw him standing out the balcony and smiled playfully, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist from behind.
"Already thinking about work this early?" She asked, resting her chin on his shoulder.
Adrian turned slightly and kissed the side of her head.
"Something like that," he replied, his voice low. "There's a little pest I need to deal with soon."
Ayano hummed softly and didn't press for details. Instead, she simply enjoyed the quiet moment with him. He had already told her about the hotel and his plans for it the day before, and she listened with quiet support.
The rest of the morning passed peacefully. Ayano cooked for him, and they spent the time simply enjoying each other's company in quiet, affectionate warmth.
By the time afternoon arrived, Adrian glanced at his phone and after a bit of messaging. The fish had finally taken the bait.
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AN: I'm FREE!!!!!!