Whispers of Lust in the Countryside

Chapter 145: Chapter 144 : Psychopaths

Selena rode Haruto’s cock with slow, deliberate, and deeply possessive strokes. Her thick, unwashed pussy swallowed him inch by inch as she settled fully onto his lap, her soft ass pressing down against his hips. The wet, filthy sound of her cunt taking him filled the abandoned room. She kept one hand on his chest and the other gripping the knife, letting the cold metal rest lightly against his bare thigh.

Haruto was completely bound — both arms and both legs locked to the bed frame with the heavy cuffs. His body was stretched out and helpless, his thick cock buried deep inside her as she began to move.

Selena leaned down, her face inches from his, her wild, unshaved pussy still grinding against him. Her voice started calm, almost intimate, but slowly turned cold and venomous.

"You don’t know me, Haruto," she whispered, her tone dripping with dark affection. "I have been following you for three years. I know everything about you. Where you go. How you move. Who you fuck. I have seen it all."

She rolled her hips in a slow, deep circle, making his cock throb inside her.

"I saw the countryside girls. I saw the Tokyo nights. I saw you in the convenience store, with Ayame, with that girl at the station... I saw it all. And I loved you from the shadows. I wanted you so badly. I wanted to be the one riding you, the one who would make you forget every other girl."

Her hand moved up to his throat, squeezing lightly as she kept riding him harder.

"But what did you do? You fucked girls so many times. You spread your cum inside them, you left them dripping, you treated them like everything. I just barely watched... because I was afraid to show myself. I loved you in secret. I was your shadow. Your ghost. And now... now it’s my time to fuck you."

She laughed — a low, cruel, demonic laugh that sent chills down Haruto’s spine.

Selena’s eyes burned with madness and obsession as she bounced harder on his cock, her pussy clenching and milking him.

"You thought you were safe?" she whispered, her voice shaking with dark joy. "You thought no one would ever come for you? Oh... I came three years ago. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. You’re mine now, Haruto. You are going to fuck every hole I have until you forget how to breathe without me."

Haruto’s body shook violently with fear and shock. The realization crashed over him like ice water. This girl — this twin sister of Reina — was not just obsessed. She was a stalker. A psychopath. She had been watching him for years, planning this moment in complete silence.

The knife rested dangerously close to his cock as she kept riding him, her movements becoming cruel and punishing.

"You don’t know me," she repeated, her voice sweet and terrifying at the same time. "But now I’m here. And I’m never letting you go."

Haruto’s mind was filled with pure terror. He understood very little of her plan. He didn’t know why she had done this. He didn’t know how she would save him. He didn’t even know the full truth.

All he knew was one thing.

He was completely trapped.

Selena rode Haruto’s cock with slow, deep, and merciless strokes. Her thick, unwashed pussy swallowed him completely, the wet, obscene sound of her cunt taking him echoing through the abandoned room. The cuffs bit into his wrists and ankles, stretching him helplessly on the dusty bed. Her heavy breasts bounced heavily with every roll of her hips, and the knife rested casually on his thigh, the blade catching the dusty sunlight.

Haruto’s mind was racing with pure terror. He knew exactly what this girl was capable of. She had the knife. She had him completely bound and helpless. She would not hesitate to kill him if he displeased her. He could feel it in the way her eyes burned — cold, unhinged, and completely in control.

He had to survive this.

He had to talk to her softly. He had to make her trust him. He had to act like the normal, good man she thought she had trapped.

Haruto’s voice came out calm and gentle, almost tender, even though his heart was hammering against his ribs.

"Selena... please... I will do whatever you want right now."

He looked straight into her eyes, trying to seem calm and submissive, trying to make her believe he was giving her full control.

Selena’s lips curved into a wicked, satisfied smile. Her eyes flashed with dark delight.

"Oh... you’re finally being a good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "That’s what I like to hear."

She increased the speed and force of her hips, bouncing harder and faster on his cock. The wet slap of her ass against his thighs grew louder. Her pussy clenched and milked him relentlessly as she rode him with savage hunger.

Haruto’s body was stretched tight, his cock buried deep inside her, and he felt the orgasm building fast despite everything. The combination of fear, the brutal fucking, and the overwhelming shame of being trapped made it impossible to hold back.

"Selena... I’m... I’m cumming..." he gasped, his voice trembling.

She leaned down, her wild pubic hair brushing against his stomach, and smiled down at him with pure satisfaction.

"Cum for me," she whispered. "Give me everything."

Haruto’s cock exploded inside her. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded her pussy in heavy spurts. Selena moaned loudly as she felt it, her hips grinding down hard, milking every drop from him. Jet after jet poured deep into her womb, making her belly feel slightly full as his cum overflowed and leaked out around his shaft.

She kept riding him through his orgasm, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his pulsing cock, until the last weak spurts had emptied him completely.

When Haruto finally stopped cumming, Selena slowly lifted herself off his cock. A thick, creamy load of his cum immediately poured out of her well-fucked pussy in a heavy stream, dripping down her thighs and onto the dusty bed.

She sat back on her heels, looking down at him with a satisfied, loving smile, her pussy still twitching and leaking his seed.

"Very good..." she murmured softly. "You came so much for me... just like a good boy."

The knife rested dangerously close to his cock as she admired the mess she had made of him.

Haruto’s mind was still racing with terror. He had survived... but he didn’t know how long he could keep pretending to be good.

Haruto’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he looked up at Selena, still trembling from the overwhelming orgasm she had just taken from him. The cuffs dug painfully into his wrists and ankles, keeping his body stretched and helpless on the dusty bed.

He swallowed hard, his voice coming out soft and calm, trying to sound like the good, submissive man he needed to be.

"I... I will give you everything," he said gently, his eyes locked on hers. "Whatever you want. But before that... you have to be clean. You have to bathe and shave perfectly. You want to feel fresh when I’m with you."

Selena tilted her head, studying him with those dark, unhinged eyes. For a moment, something almost gentle flickered behind her madness. Then she smiled, the devilish smile returning.

"You really are a good boy, aren’t you?" she murmured, stroking the knife lightly between her fingers. "Yes... I agree. I should be clean before I take what’s mine. Going to the bathroom. But first..."

She leaned down, her wild pubic hair brushing his chest, and pressed a soft kiss right above his heart.

"...I’ll call Reina. She’s coming now."

Haruto’s stomach dropped. Reina. The twin. The other half of this nightmare.

Selena stood up slowly, her naked body glistening with sweat and the last traces of his cum. She picked up her phone and dialed quickly.

"She’s on her way," she said casually, hanging up. "She’ll be here in ten minutes. Until then... you stay exactly where you are. Cuffed. Helpless. Ready for me."

Haruto’s mind spun with pure terror. He understood now — she had planned this from the beginning. The twins were working together. Reina had been the bait, and now Selena had taken over.

He was completely at their mercy.

And the worst part?

He still didn’t know how he was going to be saved.

The heavy metal cuffs dug painfully into Haruto’s wrists and ankles, stretching his body wide and completely helpless on the dusty bed. He lay there naked, his cock still soft but twitching faintly from the earlier orgasm, his chest rising and falling with shallow, terrified breaths. The room was silent except for the faint creak of old wood and the distant sound of wind howling outside the broken windows.

Then he heard it.

Soft, light footsteps coming down the hallway.

Haruto’s heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped animal. He knew exactly whose footsteps these were.

Reina.

The footsteps grew closer, coming straight toward the master room. They stopped right outside the door.

Then the door creaked open slowly.

Reina stepped inside.

She was wearing the same simple white sundress from earlier, but now it looked different — slightly wrinkled, as if she had run. Her long black hair was slightly messy, and her face carried that same playful yet dangerous smile she had worn before. She closed the door behind her and turned to look at Haruto with bright, expectant eyes.

"Reina..." Haruto whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling with fear and shock.

She tilted her head, looking at the bound and naked man on the bed. Her eyes sparkled with dark delight.

"I see you’ve been busy," she said sweetly, her voice like honey. "You look so helpless... so pretty like this."

Haruto’s mind was in chaos. He was trapped. Completely. By both of them.

And the worst part was that he still didn’t know the full plan.

He only understood fragments.

The twins had worked together for years.

They were here to do something to him.

And he had no idea how he was going to escape.