Chapter 7: Sophia 2 (+18)
Every time Paul spoke, I finger-fucked her faster. Her hips started rolling subtly against my hand, chasing the pleasure despite the risk.
The system suddenly flared up.
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*[Lewd Points Gained: +5000 (Public Fingering + Boss’s Wife + Live Cuckold Meeting Multiplier]*
[Level up! ~> Level 2]
[Sophia Arousal: 95% — Edge of orgasm]
[Submission Progress: 60%]
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Sophia was losing control. Her breath ragged slightly. A tiny, desperate whimper escaped her throat, disguised as a cough.
I felt her pussy fluttering wildly around my fingers. I pushed my third finger in, stretching her, and rubbing her clit mercilessly with my thumb.
She cums hard under the conference table in front of her husband and colleagues.
Her walls spasm violently, squirting warm juices all over my fingers and dripping onto the carpet.
Sophia’s eyes rolled slightly and gripped the edge of the table, biting her lip bloody to stay silent.
Her whole body trembled with suppressed ecstasy while Paul continued talking, cluelessly.
I kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing it out until her thighs quivered uncontrollably.
Only then did I withdraw my hand, glistening with her juices.
I made deliberate eye contact with Sophia and casually raised my fingers to my mouth under the guise of resting my chin, tasting her.
She stared at me, ruined, panting, wedding ring glinting on her finger.
The meeting continued as if nothing happened.
LUST purred with dark delight: [Beautiful work, Kenji. Your getting a hold of it, quickly]
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11:45 AM — Right after the meeting ends.
As everyone stormed out, Sophia remained seated for a moment, legs still trembling, trying to compose herself.
Her shirt is slightly disheveled, and the scent of her arousal lingered faintly in the air.
Paul barely glanced at her before heading off with two juniors for lunch break.
I stayed behind. And closed the blinds over the glass walls to signify no one was in, and locked the door shut.
I slid into the chair next to her instead of across. Close. Intimate.
"Sophia!" I said softly, voice low and calm, dropping the dominance for now. "Breathe. Look at me."
She does. Her blue eyes were glossy, conflicted — post-orgasm haze mixed shame and something deeper. Confusion, curiosity, hunger, and fear, over the fact she let another man touch her a way only her husband had the right to.
"I know what it feels like," I continued, letting some of my genuine old pain bleed into my tone.
"Living with someone who treats you like furniture. Who cheats openly and expects you to smile through it. Who makes you feel invisible even when you’re right there."
Sophia’s lips part. A flicker of surprise, then reluctant recognition crossed her face.
"How... Did you notice?" She whispers.
"I’ve lived it. And I could tell straight away from the moment I laid my eyes on you and found out you’re his wife."
I let the words hang, then reached out and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
With a tender touch over her cheek down to her chin.
"You deserve better than being a pretty prop for Paul’s ego. Your brilliance and elegance is wasted on a man who doesn’t even see how badly you need to be truly wanted."
Tears welled in her eyes. She doesn’t pull away.
"I’ve tried," she admits, voice cracking. "Marriage counseling. Looking the other direction, covering up for him. But he just keeps going after these young girls in the office."
"And today you —" her voice dropped to a broken whisper. "You made me cum harder in ten minutes under a table than he has in the last three years."
A subtle grin played on my face, but my eyes stayed intense.
"That was only the beginning, I don’t just want your body, Sophia. I want to ruin the version of you that accepts being second place. I want to build the version that takes what she truly desires."
I slid my hand back under her skirt, but slowly this time. Two fingers slipped back into her soaked, still sensitive pussy — not fucking her, just holding them deep, letting her clench around me while I talked.
She tried pulling away out of fear but I held her chair still.
"What if he comes back here, I’ll be in trouble, Kenji." She tensed.
"Relax, Sophia. Every time Paul disrespects you, I want you to remember how my fingers feel inside you right now. How it feels to finally be seen."
I curled them softly against her G-spot.
"You can use me as revenge, as escape, as pleasure. Whatever you want. But once you let me in.. consider yourself mine."
Sophia moaned quietly, forehead resting against my shoulder. Her hips rocked steadily, fucking herself slowly on my fingers while she opens up.
"He’s taking his newest intern to a client’s dinner tonight," she confessed bitterly. "I know he’ll fuck her."
I kissed her neck, almost lovingly, while finger fucking her with slow deliberate strokes.
"Then tonight, while he’s inside her, I will be with you. And make sure you never feel invisible again."
She comes again — softer this time, more sensational — shuddering against me with a broken sob of release and relief.
Her juices coated my hand as she clenched to my suit jacket.
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[Lewd Points Gained: +2000 (Psychological Seduction + Emotional Vulnerability Multiplier)]
[Level Up! ~> Level 3]
[Sophia’s Corruption Path: Psychological Bond Established (Deep Attraction +Trust +Resentment Fuel)]
[Submission Progress: 81%]
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Sophia whispers with a soft sultry voice, "I need to go now, Kenji. Before anyone suspects anything."
"Alright then.. I’m glad I made your afternoon worth-a-while." I said, withdrawing my hand and landing a nervous peck on her lips.
Before leaving the conference room, she arranged herself as best she could, puffing a few shots of perfume, arranging her auburn hair and left without forgetting to leave her digits.
The system voice purrs approvingly:
[Wow... Kenji, You’re not just breaking her. You’re making her fall terribly at your mercy]
After closing up from work, I took the shortest route, through quiet alleys and neighborhoods, rocking my favorite jam on my iPod, until I got the house.
Meanwhile my stepmother was also just returning from work in her luxury SUV.
Pulling into the driveway at the same time.
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