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It wasn't her first time seeing it now, nor coming back to this specific picture.
There were three hands in the picture, one of them stroking what looked like to be the biggest cock she had ever seen. Monolithic and slightly veiny, much longer than her husbands and a few scores thicker.
It was an imposing tower of flesh, a piece of meat not nearly as thick as her arm, but certainly coming close. It might've been the angle that they used to take the picture with, but not only did it look tantalising, one of the hands stood a marble statue right beside it for comparison. The statue itself was fairly small, but that was because it was small for a statue. .
Miki herself stared at the image, processing the sheer size of the organ, which stood side by side with the marble statue and nearly equaled each other in size. She looked at it in awe, gulping at its size––and girth. Compared to the statue, it still looked really filling and thick. For a while, she unblinkingly stared at it, amazed by the menacing member and its length.
But then again, it was idiotic to compare Gorou penis to the monstrosity that some of the housewives accidentally sent to the group chat. She couldn't help but feel curious as to how it would feel inside her.
A second later, Miki banished those thoughts, thinking about how she should remain faithful. It was in poor taste to just convert someone else. It showed that they
weren't a match. It showed that the couple made errors in their choice of companionship. And yet it still lingers in her mind, making her feel feverish at the possibility of feeling something like that inside her.
Her husband made that mad claim, and she honestly begged to differ.
. Kusora .
The Fallen Trio were surprisingly cordial with the aftermath of our night together. I'll probably be called again in the future by them, but considering that I collapsed from a threesome and I would be expected to perform better for other clients, exercising was a must.
Golden week was a few days off and trudging to school was a bitch since I had to get home at 5 in the morning. But I was a whole lot more rich, so I couldn't exactly blame Raynare and her squad that much.
Issei finally managed to come to school today, he didn't look as worn as I expected and still looked rather cheery, the biggest problem however, is how he came to school with Rias.
What did I miss while I was clapping cheeks?
Although I was marvelled by the sight of her, the impact of seeing the both of them together was more apparent in my mind. There was a sneaking suspicion back in my mind, but I chose to relent for the sake of not drawing my mind into an exuberant panic, besides, it's impossible. I was with Raynare the whole time. I literally fucked her one day and the next she called back for a threesome.
So as I watched him head over to class, I headed over to mine. The rest of the day goes by in a flash. Akeno didn't bother to invite me over to the ORC today, although we did chat for a few and she offered me a few glances during break as she headed over there.
Nothing changed even after school ended, I spent time with Aika during the day and although he was at school, I didn't once see Issei. That is, until I spotted him waiting right outside the front door to Marakyuu.
I curved my eyebrow. "Issei, haven't seen you in a while, what's up?"
"It's–it's a long story," he said. "Mind if I come inside?"
With an empty cafe, I sit a mug of coffee in front of Issei, and wait for him to speak his mind. Considering how nervous he seemed to be, I had a sneaking suspicion of what he wanted to tell me.
"Something got your tongue?" I asked. "Don't mean to pry."
"It might sound a bit crazy," he said.
"Try me."
He shrugged. "Have you ever been attacked by a guy with black wings?" A guy with black wings—Donnaseek, Fuck.
I forgot that he existed. God dammit, did Issei get killed by Donnaseek? "When did this happen?" I asked. And just as I did, he waved his hand and counted on his fingers. "Roughly a few days ago, when I gave you the mosquito net."
Did this really happen that same night and I didn't notice!? Well what does that mean for Raynare and the Fallen Angel Trio? Are they not involved? Where the hell is Freed and Asia?
"Hmm, what happened next then?" I ask.
He stayed silent and waved things off. He probably couldn't say a thing because of Rias in some way, too bad he didn't know that I already know a lot more about the supernatural than him at the moment. And if things proceed as planned, he'll never know.
But no plan survives contact with the enemy, especially because I had received an order on my phone. Kind of run of the mill since I already know this client as one of the housewives in the area. She wasn't paying much compared to the Fallen Trio, but clients like these are my bread and water.
"Sorry I don't usually have much time to spend these days." I say.
Issei waved it off. "I couldn't tell you much anyway, honestly I'm thankful you even believe someone like me." he said.
"You're a creep, but you have a pure heart."
"You didn't have to say it like that."
I shrugged. "How else can I tell the truth?" We laughed as Issei packed his stuff up and finished off his coffee. "If you need anyone to call, ring me up. I'll always be here in Marakyuu
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Issei stopped and turned to me. "Will you be free for Golden Week?" he asked.
"Golden Week?" I recited. "Isn't that a week from now?"