Chapter 12 – Isabelle and Elena (2)

Abruptly declaring that she was not in the mood for sex today, Elena left. Of course, having become a real man after turning into a demon, I was not disappointed by this.

It’s okay to have sex with Isabelle.

As soon as I saw Elena enter her room, she went into the main room. Isabel was looking at the pig with a very uneasy expression. Pig. He used to be a pig, but now he’s skinny enough to be described as a colt or calf.

His cheeks were sunken as if he had been hit with a spoon, and his eyes were dark, like clown makeup. The fat on her belly was saggy and loose like a rubber band, and when she lay on the floor, it spread like rosin dripping down, giving a disgusting impression.

The legs, which seemed unlikely to collapse even when hit with a club, showed signs of getting bogged down little by little. On the arms, the hair fell out and the flesh thinned, revealing the outline of the bones.

The fun fact was that I continued to show erotic fantasies in this state, so the pig himself thought it was because of Isabel. I heard that she praised Isabel for being a great woman enough to make her like this, but in that she boasted that her woman was a good restaurant, she was quite an idiot.

What are you going to brag about? Will anyone lend it to me?

I vomited all the emotions that welled up in my chest out of my mouth.

“Ah, good night. Fuck you.”

Isabelle grinned at my vulgar expression and nodded her head.

“I know. Really… I hate to see you.”

Really, the pig was sleeping soundly. Seeing her drooling with her nose wide open and her mouth wide open made me feel like I was looking at a carefree baby. I started stroking Isabel’s butt, thinking back to my childhood. Isabel steps up, a little startled, and she distances herself from me, then turns to me and snuggles again.

Then he rubbed his cheek against my chest and asked:

“Under… Shall we go down?”

“I have to do it here.”

I shook my head and sat down on the mattress. Seeing my daring behavior on the part of her, Isabel was a little startled, put her mouth shut, then blinked at her and smiled. Even if I woke up again, it would be enough if I put my abilities to sleep.

“Isn’t that too bold?”

“Look at your face. Won’t it happen even if I hit it with a hammer?”

“…I guess so. It would be fine if you continued to sleep like this.”

I laughed at Isabel’s words again. We were people who could happily laugh at anything we talked about, but we were the happiest people when we cut down this piglet. Isabel sat down next to me and started unfastening her trouser belt.

I stroked her thighs and pulled up her skirt. As I grabbed her panties under her skirt and pulled, she lifted her hips slightly to make them easier to remove. When I undressed her in the same way, the hard erect cock bulged forward and rattled.

“Ha… !”

Isabelle smiled broadly and ran her hand over my prick. It wrapped around my glans in a careful, round shape as if holding a cooking utensil, and gently rocked it up and down as if sprinkling pepper with a pepper shaker.

From the sensitive tip of the glans, lightly rubbing it up to the root, then pressing it up as if milking it, repeating the action, it started to get wet from the tip before I knew it, adding viscosity to Isabel’s finger movements.

And Isabel, her lips parting, craved her saliva. I put her mouth against hers, stuck her tongue in, pulled up her skirt and ran her fingers between her legs.

“Ugh… ! Town… !”

As he tapped her weak spot, he moved her hips around and let out a moan. I parted her lips and said. Her lips and her lips were glistening in the moonlight.

“Would you wake up if I screamed like that?”

“Ah… !”

Isabelle cast her gaze at the pig, and she understood what I meant, and she smiled and clung to it.

It was a game. A game where you try to have sex quietly so that the sleeping pig doesn’t wake up. There is no penalty for being caught, but it is a game where you can enjoy a very quiet and secret thrill. Isabelle took off her underwear and kissed her on the chest. And whispered in my ear

“Are you sure you can’t make a sound?”

“Of course.”

Beneath her confident, cheeky expression, I could see her white breasts, the hem of her disheveled dress tied tightly together. A lewd figure with a pink areola flashing across the chest line.

How cute it is to see her wearing such a lewd outfit and challenging me to see if she can put up with the noise. I bit her breasts and pushed her down on the mattress.

“Huh… !”

In response to her intense stimulation, Isabel lowered her groaning and she covered her mouth in a startle. She saw her eyes turn to the pig and then back to me. The pig was sleeping scratching its belly as if it wouldn’t care no matter what.

We caught our breath and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Did you make a sound now?”

Isabelle shook her head. She closed her mouth, spread her legs wider and hugged me like a spider. As if you want to do anything, as if you want to do anything.

*****

The madam was spreading her legs. The petals of the madam were wet and glistening on her wide open legs. Sloppy legs. The lady, who was an example of a noble lady, spread her legs and groaned in joy.

I could see the smooth legs wrapped around Evan’s waist. I could see a soft crack that opened slightly and Evan’s thick penis that was trying to shatter the crack.

“Huh… !”

As he pushed her around the waist, I could see the madam’s breasts slightly swell and his back up and down. I could see white steam leaking from the cracks in her mouth that she covered with her hand as Evan rhythmically pulled her up.

“Hap… ! Black… ! Town… !”

She held her mouth shut and tried to hold back her moans as best she could. The master lying next to her was asleep, unaware of the world, even though the master bedroom of her mansion was being trampled upon.

“Huh!”

The lady’s waist was lifted loudly, and a loud moan escaped that could barely cover her mouth. Evan laughed lightly. It was because he stirred him up and down as he stabbed him deeply in the lower back. I knew that feeling very well.

The animal-like movement, which squeezed into the cramped vagina and revealed its presence in every corner, gave a strange sense of heterogeneity and breathless pleasure, as if a snake were wriggling inside the body.

Slap!

“Ah… !”

Once again, the plucked genitals were splashed with a lot of liquid, and the lady’s private parts were dug into. I could clearly see the madam’s ass and Evan’s thighs trembling with the sound of flesh clashing. And whenever flesh and flesh collided, I groaned involuntarily and spread my legs apart.

I couldn’t stay still.

Squeak squeak squeak

“Huh… ! Joy… ! Ruler… Count… ! Hehe… !”

I knew all too well that vulgar gesture of holding the lady’s waist up and driving in nails. I was well aware of the red marks left on my buttocks as my lower back was compressed.

The creaking sound of this bed now and the sound of gasping for breath. And he knew all too well what the madam’s vague request to say ‘posture’ meant.

Squeak squeak squeak

“Huh… ! Whew… ! Town… ! Ugh… ! Ugh… ! Fha… !”

In that position, how deeply I could feel Evan’s genitals, and how deeply I could ejaculate and dye my body.

Squeak squeak squeak

“That, that’s not…! Now, I was wrong… ! Cow, sound… ! I’m gone… Kyaa… !”

“Ha… ! Ha… ! Hehe… ! Oops… !”

When I came to my senses, I was running my fingers through my cracks before I knew it. I was digging my fingers in, trying to recreate the gooey, creepy feeling Evan had given me.

Squeak squeak squeak

“Yes… ! Town… ! Turn it off… ! Ah…! Ah… !”

When I closed my eyes, I could imagine Evan riding on top of me. I could even shake my back to match the creaking sound of the bed. Thinking my fingers were Evan’s, I swayed back and forth on top of them. Drops of water dripped down my wide-open legs, and I couldn’t stand the pleasure, so I grabbed the doorknob without realizing it. As the doorknob swayed, my hand trembled, and I pushed my head forward, trying to observe Evan more closely as he was fucking the mistress.

Evan tightened his hips and lowered himself even harder and faster. It was a habit only I knew that Evan showed right before he ejaculated. I wanted to climax with Evan.

Just like the madam moaned, I also wanted to reach the pleasure that Evan gave me.

Squeak squeak squeak

“Ah… ! Ah… !”

“Yes! Whoops! Ugh… ! Under… ! Ah… !”

A little bit.

“Ahh! Ahhhhh”

“Ah…!

Little bit more.

“Ah…! Ugh…! Eup…! Ugh…!”

“Huhhhhh! Sounds came out…! Being caught…! Ah…!”

My eyes were blurry. My hands were shaking and my mind was dizzy. My wobbly legs couldn’t support me, and I kept leaning forward. At the threshold of pleasure, I collapsed in front of the door with my mouth open. When I pressed and rubbed the places where Evan used to touch me, it felt so good to feel Evan driving me.

“Ah…! Aaaaa!”

“Aaaaagh…! Aaaaa!”

I didn’t want to think about anything. Right now, I just wanted to feel what Evan and the madam felt.

The sight of me bouncing in front of the door was so lewd. She was lying on the floor with her buttocks sticking out, dripping water down her skirt.

But that didn’t matter now. My hot head and my place kept wanting love.

“Haha…!”

“Haha…!”

As I lay face down on the floor and breathe, I realized that I was drooling on the floor like some vulgar cabal.

And I could see that the madam was looking down at me with a blank gaze as she collapsed on the bed.

“Elena…”

Madam did not despise me. As always, he stretched out his hand while showing a bright smile and eyes, then exhaled deeply and stretched out. I tried to get up somehow with my wobbly legs.

“Elena.”

When I looked up, Evan was staring at me.

Blue eyes. Slightly wavy brown hair.

A nice smile and a warm tone.

Only then did I realize

Everything I’ve felt for him so far is neither hate nor fear.

It was just a love that was hard to face.

Encroached deep into my body.

It was a different kind of love that crossed the line.