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11. Johnson’s General Store (7)

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Bam!!!

“Haaak!!!”

“It’s already time.”

“Ugh..! Heek..!”

As I was happily fucking Carmella’s pussy with my overflowing energy, I noticed that the days were getting longer and I stopped having sex.

When I see the wedding ring on Carmela’s left hand lying before my eyes, I am reminded of my past life.

I haven’t dated anyone else since I broke off the engagement with my ex-girlfriend.

If I had to be specific, I had a good time with my married sisters.

It all started with a relationship with the wife of a close friend who worked at the same company, which was the beginning of a love affair.

After breaking off the engagement, he felt bad for me living like a loser for six months, so he often invited me to his house and bought me food and drinks.

My sister-in-law, who is the same age as me and in her early 30s, and my brother-in-law, who got married late and is in his 40s, often visited my house and the three of us became very close.

At first, I thought this kid was trying to trick me by saying that we were newlyweds, but as I ate with my kind-hearted brother and his cheerful sister-in-law, who matched him perfectly, I started to feel a little more healing than the unpleasant feeling of being deceived.

But the bitter feeling of, “If I had met a good woman instead of my ex-girlfriend, I could have had a family like this…” kept lingering in my head.

The three of us would always drink together at the dinner table, and since my older brother, who was weak to alcohol and passed out first due to his age, would often be left to lie down in the living room while my sister-in-law and I would drink the remaining alcohol together.

As a result, I ended up telling my girlfriend in detail about how I ended up breaking up with her, and after she found out about my story, my sister-in-law started treating me better.

After three months of these dinners and drinking parties, my sister-in-law, who had become comfortable with me, started to tell me stories about her sleep with my brother without hesitation.

“…Ugh! My brother is great~ But he’s old and lacks stamina… Doing it once a month is a lot.”

“Then when are you going to have a baby?”

“I don’t know! Seriously… I want to have it before it’s too late…”

Because we were at an age where we knew each other and thought we were becoming close, the level of our conversations deepened as we drank.

Then, my sister-in-law, who heard stories about the various plays and sleeping arrangements I made to satisfy my ex-girlfriend, started to show interest in my plays little by little.

“Really? You…you’ve done that too?”

“Right? Why are you interested?”

“Ah…no..!”

“I’ll have a drink and talk to you later.”

“That’s not it!!”

At that time, I was starting to get tired of ordinary novels, so I started reading erotic novels.

After reading web novels for over 15 years, should I say that they are less stimulating? I started to get a little tired of them, so the novels I read felt refreshing.

Various tendencies and plays. Some were actually fun to try, some were a bit absurd, but I started getting into them.

Among them, I started to enjoy NTL tags.

In a way, it was natural for victims of NTR to be angry at NTR.

And isn’t the main need of the NTL tag to feel superior and vicariously satisfy oneself by stealing all the heroines that one likes?

Should we say that it is natural for a person who has been possessed by a coin to look for what was stolen?

In that way, little by little, my tastes became distorted, and I started visiting my brother’s house more often than once a week, but now I visit him two or three times a week.

On days when I would go out to eat, my sister-in-law’s clothes would get shorter and shorter, and when my brother got drunk and passed out, she would come up to me and be sneaky with me more often. As I watched, we started to cross the line little by little.

“…sigh…”

Ugh!

Finally, one day, a little over a year after our broken engagement, we crossed the line in the guest room that she had prepared for me to sleep over in because I visited her often.

When I saw my sister-in-law lying on the ground, moaning and spewing out my semen from her vagina after having been fucked by me, complex emotions surged within me.

My ex-girlfriend, whom I once thought was the woman I would marry, and my sister-in-law, whom I thought was a great match for my brother-in-law, spread her pussy for another man and had sex with him. Can I really trust women? Distrust of women, and a sense of conquest and twisted sexual desire awakened inside me as if I had filled the pussy of a close acquaintance’s wife with my semen, just like in a novel.

After that, I gaslighted my sister-in-law and taught her by referring to various ideas I had seen in novels and the gaslighting my ex-girlfriend did to me, and soon after, my sister-in-law succeeded in having the child she had so desperately wanted.

My brother treated his pregnant sister-in-law with even more love and affection, and I smiled and congratulated them both with sincere gratitude.

Of course, my sincere smile was mostly filled with relief that my brother and I had the same blood type.

While the three of us were getting along well, my brother had asked my sister-in-law several times to introduce me to his friends and younger siblings.

Actually, my sister-in-law introduced me to a lot of girls.

I also met up with some friends and younger siblings around me who were single, and they introduced me to each other.

Since he became my assistant, he has introduced me to more married women in similar situations as me.

Anyway, before he died in that car accident, he spent several years enjoying irresponsible pleasures and having fun with many married women, so wasn’t it a good thing in its own way?

Anyway, the memory of playing with fire that suddenly came to mind when I saw Carmela’s wedding ring came to mind. I shook my head and quickly shook it off, then looked back at Carmela who had fallen.

The sex that started again in the break room was like a lover’s affair, gently melting Carmela for the first two hours or so.

She was made to beg for sex with her mouth, and after desperately caressing her body, she was made to insert herself into the riding position, which made even the slightly irritable woman melt without a fight.

I had gentle sex with her in the beginning as a reward, but since I had so much stimulating sex in my past life, it felt a bit bland and lacking for me.

So after she melted a little, I coaxed her into doing whatever I wanted, and then I started fucking her like crazy.

Every time you head to the labyrinth, you carry a mountain of backpacks and move around silently like an assassin.

Moreover, when I was able to fuck a woman who was close to 170 cm tall but had a flabby body with no muscle to be found because she had not trained for over 10 years without getting tired for an hour in a doggy position, even I was amazed at the performance of my own body.

At first, Camella was screaming for help and saying she was going to die, but when I jerked her waist several times as if I was going to pierce her cervix, she eventually started to scream in joy.

There was a big difference in their bodies compared to their previous lives, and especially the size of their penises was so different that he tried various positions on her to adjust to the disparity between their bodies.

Even without having to search for the G-spot, just insert and withdraw the penis once and the entire vaginal wall will be scraped against the large glans. Looking at Carmella’s face melting in pleasure and her waist trembling, I felt confident that if I used all the skills from my past life, I could easily conquer any woman.

After experimenting with so many positions with Carmela’s body, she was lying on the bed with her legs spread open like a frog, croaking with only the whites of her eyes showing. I was a little worried about her condition, but she was a bit of a masochist, so she’d be fine after a good night’s sleep.

“Hitomi.”

[Carmela]

[Cain] – 95%

[Johnson] – 5%

[Carmela]

[Cain] – 92%

[Johnson] – 8%

[Carmela]

[Cain] – 91%

[Johnson] – 9%

[Carmela]

[Cain] – 96%

[Johnson] – 4%

“Ugh… What a shame.”

Knowing that Hitomi’s protection wasn’t instantaneous and only lasted for about a minute once activated, I quietly glared at Carmella, but her numbers were going crazy.

I knew that the eyes were reflected in real time thanks to the woman Tanya I met at the park last time, but my expectations that the fall would have been made long ago if it had been this much were betrayed, and Carmella’s stats were fluctuating in the 90% range.

Still, it’s fortunate that the lower limit doesn’t fall below 90%.

I wanted to see what would happen if I got 100% today, but should I have tried a little harder?

After I got the big one, I thought that maybe I could get the girl to come over with one sex, but it’s not that easy. For the time being, I should just stay quiet and not go looking for her.

Squeak-

“Let’s see… shaving soap…”

I leave the break room, go into the warehouse, put on some clothes, and look around the inside of the general store.

I remember seeing it last time.

[Shaving Cream Soap – 10 Bronze]

“Oh, there it is.”

In the area where the daily necessities and sundries were located, a fist-sized bar of shaving soap was seen.

“The razor blade…is here too.”

I grabbed a razor set and some soap, placed a silver coin on the counter, and left the store.

“Eat well and go.”

I don’t need change because if I take away your razor blades and soap, Mr. Johnson will feel guilty.

It’s a S-grade that has not been used. I’ll use it well. I’ll use it well next time too. Mr. Johnson.

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“Ka…Cain!!!”

“Yeah, why are you like that?”

“You…I was worried because you were so late.”

“I’m sorry it took longer than I thought to organize the warehouse.”

“Okay..it’s okay..”

As we arrived at our accommodations, just as the sun was setting and it was starting to get dark, Sia, who had been loitering around in front of the room Claude and I were using, ran up to me.

“What about Claude?”

“Not here yet.”

“Really? Then shall we start eating dinner?”

“Ugh…yeah!!”

I went to find out not only how to organize the warehouse but also how to fix my body, and when I said that I wanted to go eat without mentioning that part, Sia fidgeted with her hands and looked at me.

“Why?”

“Ah…no…hehe..”

“Don’t worry too much. I think I found a way.”

“Really?”

“Okay, then let’s go have a nice dinner.”

“Yeah!!!”

As my words continued, Sia smiled bashfully, as if her anxiety had eased. I stroked her head and left the things I had picked up from the convenience store in her room. I went down to the first floor with her to have dinner.

I fed Sia dinner, which was so full that she was so anxious that she didn’t even use the allowance I gave her and just stayed in her room. I ordered her favorite meat dishes and dessert.

Of course, I wanted to try it later, so I ordered a lot of drinks for Sia, but it was delicious, so isn’t it good?