Chapter 12: Isabel and Elena (2)

Elena suddenly declared that she wasn’t in the mood for sex today and left. Of course, since I had become a true man after transforming into a demon, I wasn’t disappointed by something like this.

After all, I could just have sex with Isabel.

As soon as I confirmed Elena had entered her room, I went into the master bedroom. Isabel was staring at the pig with a very displeased expression. The pig. He used to be a pig, but these days, he was so skinny he could be described more like a foal or a calf.

His face was sunken in, his cheeks hollowed as if he’d been hit with a spoon, and his eyes were stained a dark color, like clown makeup. His belly fat drooped so much it jiggled like a rubber band, spreading out like dripping pine resin when he lay on the floor, giving off a disgusting impression.

His legs, which seemed like they couldn’t be broken even with a club, were showing signs of becoming increasingly gaunt. Hair was falling out in clumps from his arms, and his skin had thinned, slightly revealing the contours of his bones.

The funny thing was, because I kept showing him erotic fantasies while he was in this state, the pig himself thought he had become like this from being intensely pleasured by Isabel. Apparently, he went around praising Isabel as an amazing woman for doing this to him, bragging that his woman was a ‘hot spot’. That made him one hell of a psycho.

What’s the point of bragging? Is he going to lend her out if someone asks?

I spat out all the emotions welling up in my chest.

“Ah, he’s sleeping well. Fucking great.”

Isabel chuckled at my vulgar remark, nodded, and said,

“Right? He really is… an eyesore.”

The pig was indeed sleeping like an eyesore. With his nostrils flaring, mouth gaping open, and drool trickling out, he looked like a clumsy baby. Reminiscing about my childhood, I started stroking Isabel’s butt. Isabel seemed a little surprised, stepping back to create distance, but then she turned back to me and snuggled close again.

She then rubbed her cheek against my chest and asked,

“Should I… go down?”

“We’ll do it here.”

I shook my head and sat down on the mattress. Seeing my bold move, Isabel covered her mouth in slight surprise, then blinked and smiled. After all, if he woke up again, I could just put him back to sleep with my powers.

“Isn’t this a bit too bold?”

“Look at his face. He wouldn’t wake up even if you hit him with a hammer?”

“…You’re probably right. It might even be nice if he just stayed asleep like this.”

I laughed again at Isabel’s words. We were people who could laugh happily about anything, but we laughed the hardest when putting down this pig bastard. Isabel sat beside me and started unbuckling her pants.

I stroked her thighs and lifted her skirt. When I grabbed and pulled her panties under the skirt, she slightly lifted her butt to make them easier to remove. As I undressed in the same way, my hard, erect cock jutted out prominently.

“Haa…!”

Isabel gave a seductive smile and began to stroke my cock with her hand. She cupped it from the head, her movements meticulous and circular like holding a kitchen utensil, then moved it up and down gently, like sprinkling pepper from a shaker. She lightly stimulated the sensitive tip, drawing down to the base, then repeated the motion of squeezing like milking and pulling up. Soon, moisture began to gather at the tip, adding viscosity to Isabel’s finger movements.

Meanwhile, Isabel parted her lips wide, craving my saliva. I locked lips with her, pushed my tongue in, lifted her skirt, and played with my fingers between her legs.

“Ugh…! Ugh…!”

When I tapped her sensitive spot, she wriggled her hips and let out moans. I pulled away and said. Her lips and mine gleamed under the moonlight.

“If you make noises like that, he’ll wake up?”

“Ah…!”

Isabel glanced at the pig, understood my intention, and clung to me with a bashful smile.

This was a game. A game of having sex quietly, without letting that sleeping pig wake up. There were no penalties if we got caught, but it was a game for enjoying the thrill of being quiet and stealthy. Isabel took off my shirt and kissed my chest. Then she whispered in my ear,

“Are you confident you won’t make a sound?”

“Of course.”

Beneath her confident and mischievous expression, her disheveled dress revealed her tightly bound white breasts. Her alluring figure, with pink areolas peeking out just above the décolletage. How cute it was, her making such a lewd challenge, asking if I could hold back my moans dressed like that. I bit her breast and pushed her down onto the mattress.

“Hngh…!”

At the intense stimulation, Isabel stifled a moan, startled, and covered her mouth. I saw her eyes dart towards the pig, then back to me. The pig was scratching his belly and sleeping as if he wouldn’t notice anything, no matter what happened.

We caught our breath and made eye contact.

“You made a sound just now?”

Isabel shook her head. Keeping her mouth covered, she spread her legs wider and pulled me in like a spider. As if saying, ‘Go ahead, do whatever you want.’

The Madam was spreading her legs. Her legs were spread wide, and the Madam’s petals glistened, wet. Her legs were spread shamelessly. The Madam, once a noble lady, was spreading her legs, drenched in ecstasy and letting out moans.

I saw Evan’s smooth legs wrapped around her waist. Her slightly parted, soft cleft, and Evan’s thick cock thrusting as if to shatter it.

“Huuuugh…!”

As he thrust his hips, the Madam’s breasts swelled slightly, and her waist arched. I could see white steam escaping from between her hands covering her mouth as Evan rhythmically thrust upwards.

“Haaap…! Heuk…! Eup…!”

She was trying her best to suppress her moans, hands clamped over her mouth. The master lying beside her was fast asleep, oblivious to everything.

“Huuung!”

The Madam’s hips arched high, and a loud moan escaped, unable to be contained by her hands. Evan chuckled softly. It was because he was thrusting deep and churning his hips up and down. I knew that sensation very well. The beast-like movements, squeezing into the tight vagina, making its presence known in every corner and thrashing wildly, provided a strange sense of foreignness, like a snake writhing inside my body, and a suffocating pleasure.

Slap!

“Ah…!”

Once again, his cock, slick with abundant fluids, ravaged the Madam’s cunt. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was accompanied by a clear view of the Madam’s buttocks and Evan’s thighs trembling. And I found myself involuntarily moaning and spreading my legs with every collision of flesh.

I couldn’t just stand by.

Creak creak creak creak

“Hngh…! Heung…! Pos…ture…! Huung…!”

I knew that vulgar motion all too well – lifting the Madam’s hips high and pounding like driving a nail. I knew the red marks left on her buttocks as her hips were pounded down. The creaking of this bed right now, the panting breaths. And I knew exactly what the Madam’s faint request, saying ‘posture’, meant.

Creak creak creak creak

“Hngh…! Heut…! Eup…! Eueut…! Eueup…! Puhah…!”

How deeply I could feel Evan’s cock in that position, how deeply he could cum and stain my body…

Creak creak creak creak

“St, stop it…! I, I was wrong…! B, because I’m making noise…!”

“Haa…! Haa…! Heuut…! Eut…!”

When I came to my senses, I was already frantically stroking my own cleft with my fingers. I inserted my fingers deep, trying to replicate that sticky, spine-chilling sensation Evan had given me.

Creak creak creak creak

“Eung…! Eup…! Kkeueup…! Ah…! Aah…!”

Closing my eyes, I could imagine Evan on top of me. I could move my hips in time with the bed’s creaking. Thinking my fingers were Evan’s cock, I rocked my hips back and forth over them. Droplets fell from between my spread legs, and unable to bear the pleasure, I unconsciously grabbed the doorknob. The doorknob rattled as my hand trembled, and I leaned forward, trying to get a better look at what Evan was pounding into the Madam.

Evan tensed his buttocks and pounded his hips down harder and faster. It was a habit Evan had just before cumming, one that only I knew. I wanted to reach climax with Evan. Just like the Madam moaning, I wanted to reach the pleasure Evan was giving.

Creak creak creak creak

“Ah…! Aah…!”

“Eung! Heut! Eut…! Haa…! Aah…!”

Just a little more.

“Aah! Aueuk…! Eueuk…! Eueu…!”

“Ah…! C, cumming…! Because… noise… it’s coming out…! Stop…!”

Just a little longer.

“Ah…! Eut…! Eup…! Eueup…!”

“Hngh…! Eut…! Because the sound is coming out…! We’ll get caught…! Ah…!”

My vision blurred. My hands trembled, and my mind reeled. My unsteady legs couldn’t support me, and my body kept leaning forward. On the threshold of pleasure, I fell forward towards the door, mouth agape. Pressing and rubbing the spot Evan often touched felt so good, like Evan was fucking me.

“Ah…! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

“Aaeuk…! Kkeueuk…! Keuk……! Aaaah!”

I didn’t want to think about anything. Right now, I just wanted to feel what Evan and the Madam were feeling. My reflection, sprawled out by the door, was incredibly lewd. I was just lying face down on the floor, dripping fluids under my skirt with my butt sticking out.

But none of that mattered right now. My burning head and my throbbing core craved love.

“Haa…! Haa…!”

“Haa…! Haa…!”

As I panted with my face buried in the floor, I realized I was drooling on the floor like some vulgar rabble. And I could see the Madam lying on the bed, looking down at me with a vacant stare.

“Elena….”

The Madam didn’t look at me with contempt. She gave me her usual bright smile and gaze, reaching out a hand, then sighed deeply and slumped. I tried to stand up somehow on my trembling legs.

“Elena.”

When I lifted my head, Evan was looking at me.

Blue eyes. Slightly wavy brown hair. A kind smile and a warm tone.

It was then that I could realize.

Everything I had felt towards him until now wasn’t hatred, nor was it fear. It was simply love that I found hard to face. That had burrowed deep into my body. A peculiar kind of love that had crossed the line.