Tsubaki struggled to swallow the burst of essence. The flavor was intense, the texture viscous, and the sheer volume was so overwhelming that some of it leaked from the corner of her mouth. It took significant effort to gulp it all down.
Her mouth tasted entirely of Alex. She had to swallow six or seven times to finish it all. The scene was incredibly lewd, but she didn't care about her wanton appearance; she was too busy staring at their surroundings.
"What... what is this...?"
The world was frozen in monochrome. A leaf outside the window was suspended in mid-air. The wind had stopped. The clock didn't tick. It was as if time itself had died.
"I told you not to worry, Auntie. Even if he walks in, he won't find out. Look." Alex pointed to the door. Her husband stood there, frozen in grey-scale, his hand still on the handle.
"Alex, this..."
"Just one of my abilities. Nothing special," Alex said, stroking her hair with a gentle smile. "Right now, both your husband and daughter are frozen in time. Unless I release them, they will never know. So, feel free to relax."
"..."
A power? He has a power like this? Such a terrifying ability was unbelievable, yet it was right before her eyes. Tsubaki looked at the boy, realizing he was far more mysterious than she had imagined. Who... what is he?
"So?" Alex's hand slid from her hair to her cheek, rubbing her smooth skin. "Auntie, don't you find this exciting?"
"What?" She looked up at him, still dazed.
"Having sex with another boy right in front of your husband... acting like a slut, being filled by a boy the same age as your daughter until you're completely his... doesn't it turn you on?" Alex teased.
"!!!"
Tsubaki's heart raced. A deep sense of shame washed over her as she looked at her own ravished body—the marks, the sigil on her belly, the white fluids leaking from her entrance, the heat in her womb, and the lingering taste in her mouth.
All of this was happening right in front of her husband. Even though he was frozen and couldn't see or think, the psychological impact was massive. She couldn't look him in the eye.
"No, don't—"
She tried to turn away, but Alex grabbed her waist from behind. Tsubaki buried her face in his chest, hiding from the world. "I... I'm a bad woman. I'm not a good wife..."
"That's not true," Alex whispered, hugging her naked, mature body. "You're a wonderful woman. Like I said, it's my fault. I made you this way."
Tsubaki remained silent. Yes, it's him. It's all Alex's fault. He made me strange. He made my body crave things. He made me wanton... kissing him, fucking him, sucking him... it's all his fault.
She suddenly bit down on his neck. "Alex, you're so cruel! You're a bad boy! How could you do this to me?"
Alex didn't stop her. He just rubbed her head and whispered, "It's because you're too beautiful. I couldn't control myself. I don't care if I'm a bad boy. I'm never letting you go. I won't give you back to your husband."
He blew into her ear. "Auntie, you're my woman now~"
Tsubaki trembled. She looked into his dark eyes and saw seriousness, possessiveness, and a hint of tenderness. Her chest heaved. She bit her lip and leaned into his neck again—but this time, she didn't bite. She began to lick and suck on his skin.
As for her husband at the door... even knowing he was there, she couldn't resist the heartbeat in her chest. Darling, I'm sorry...
She didn't know what her feelings for Alex were, but she knew she couldn't leave him. Her body had been claimed, and her heart was sinking into the quagmire of his gentleness.
Alex enjoyed her service. He looked at the frozen man at the door and smirked. Is this 'cuckolding in plain sight'? Sorry, Uncle~
But I'm not even using my powers now. This is her own choice. Your wife is mine.
"Auntie, get on the bed," Alex said, standing up. "I'm going back in."
"Alex..."
"Be good. Just one last time." Under his sweet talk, Tsubaki couldn't refuse. She knelt on the bed and watched as Alex slowly pushed himself back into her. Her body was filled once more.
She parted her lips, her body rocking with his thrusts. She glanced one last time at her husband at the door, let out a final sigh, and then fixed her gaze on Alex. He was the only thing in her world now.
"Ah... nngh... Alex, it feels so good..."
She shook her hips and breasts, meeting his thrusts, her wetness splashing as he ground into her.
The fortress of the wife had finally fallen. Behind her, Mr. Miyajima stood like a statue, unable to do anything, unable to even know that his wife was riding another man in their own bedroom.