THE GREATEST FIGHTER

If suicide were not a sin, she would choose it without hesitation.

If prostitution were not a sin, she would also choose it without hesitation.

Mr. Hasim who heard the argument between his daughter and his wife, seemed to want to say something. But all his words could only be done in his heart.

"Daughter, let father die! Don't sacrifice your honor just for money. Defend what you have to defend. Don't be tempted by your stepmother's seduction."

Those were the words of Mr. Hasim's heart that only he knew without being heard by his daughter or his wife.

Mrs. Grace grabbed Kelly's hair again and told her to get out of her room.

"Get out of my room! I want you to rethink my offer. Don't let me do things you don't want me to!"

Suddenly someone entered the house without greeting and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Grace, who saw him walk in, scolded him,

"What a habit you have, Aldo! You never knock on the door when you come in."

The man who was called Aldo by Mrs. Grace just chuckled as he answered lightly,

"Hehehe, it's like you just know me, Grace? It's been a long time since I've felt your smooth body again."

Aldo looked at Kelly who was crying in the corner of the living room.

Then he asked Mrs. Grace,

"How is it, Grace? Has she accepted the job you offered her?" Aldo pointed at Kelly.

"That girl is too stubborn, Aldo! I don't know how to persuade her anymore. The only reason she won't accept is because she's afraid of sin," Mrs. Grace replied.

"What? Hahaha, fear of sin she says?" Aldo turned to Kelly with a sneer.

"Huh, you only come here when you want to! When you get what you want, you just leave," Mrs. Grace complained.

"Hahaha even so, I'll still pay you," Aldo said as he hugged Mrs. Grace from behind.

"Or should we just show her our game?" Aldo coaxed, glaring at Kelly.

"Huh, you don't even pay much, just enough to buy my powder," whined Mistress Grace spoiledly.

"Hahaha, if you want a big payday, serve the big bosses, after all, no big boss wants a woman like you, Grace" Aldo teased while laughing at Mistress Grace.

"Damn you! Even though I'm almost half a century old, I'm no less good at serving young girls," Mrs. Grace praised herself.

"Hahaha, whatever you say, I've been forced by Mr. Drake to find a young girl. Too bad your stepson is stubborn. If you served him just once, the pay would be great and you'd be filthy rich," Aldo said.

Mrs. Grace glared at Kelly as she snapped back,

"Hey you! Go earn some money, don't stay in the house like your father."

Kelly, who was sitting in the corner of the living room, stood up and left the house.

Kelly was planning to visit her best friend Anisa.

Aldo continued to watch Kelly's body and face, which looked beautiful even after crying.

"Oh my! Grace, she looks beautiful even when she's crying. I've never seen a girl who was crying look as beautiful as she does," Aldo said.

"You just came here to compliment her? So when are you going to start making love to me?" Mistress Grace pinched Aldo's right cheek which made Aldo groan in pain.

"Ouch, my cheek hurts! Watch out, I'll give you pain like you've never imagined before." Aldo threatened as he crushed Mrs. Grace's lips.

Mrs. Grace returned Aldo's lips as her hand began to be pulled into her room.

"Hey, where are you taking me? Isn't your husband in your room?" asked Aldo, stopping his kiss.

"What can he do? He can only watch us making out without being able to do anything. Are you afraid of people who can't move or talk?" Mrs. Grace teased.

"Hahaha, you're right. Why didn't we do it a long time ago?" replied Aldo as he glared at Mrs. Grace's wide open room.

"You're the one who's insensitive when I invite you in there!" she pointed at her room.

"So do you want to play next to her or on the floor?" Aldo was still confused.

"How about we move the bed downstairs?" Madame Grace suggested to Aldo.

"Hahaha you're smart too, Grace! And what if we record all our scenes? I guarantee everyone will be stunned to see us making out in front of your husband. And most importantly, my content will get a lot of views," Aldo made an even crazier suggestion from Mrs. Grace.

"You're crazy, Aldo, you're the one who benefits from your content and I get, what?" Mistress Grace sulked.

"You'll get the pleasure I'm about to give you in a moment. And this time, I will pay you double." Aldo replied while patting his chest.

"Huh, you're only half an hour strong at best." said Mistress Grace as she wrapped her arms around Aldo's neck.

"You really underestimate my strength, let's prove how long you can last." Said Aldo whose lips began to crush Mrs. Grace's lips.

"If you lose first, how about it?" mocked Mrs. Grace.

"Hahaha, how could I lose! Never mind, don't talk too much! You just move the bed next to her husband downstairs.

I'll set up a video camera to record all our scenes.

If this is successful, I will give you thirty percent of the revenue from the content I will create," explained Aldo who was looking forward to making love with Mrs. Grace.

Mrs. Grace's age is almost half a century. But her body still looks plump and toned thanks to the routine maintenance she does every month.

Aldo, on the other hand, was not much different from Mistress Grace. Their age difference was only five years, Aldo was still forty-one, while Mistress Grace was forty-six.

They didn't care about the age difference, all they were after was carnal pleasure.

Mrs. Grace had already moved the bed to the floor and given him a fresh sheet.

Meanwhile, Aldo had laid himself down on the mattress that Mrs. Grace had just placed.

Mr. Hasim who was on the bed could only scream in his heart.

He knew exactly what his wife was going to do with Aldo.

Aldo had already set up the video camera to record the scene he was going to do with Mistress Grace.

"When are you going to take your clothes off, Grace?" asked Aldo who started to undress himself.

Before making love to Aldo, Mistress Grace looked at her husband and said,

"Forgive me, Hasim! I did all this to make a living. I can't stand the way you are. How long will you remain bedridden, Hasim?

If you could talk, you could persuade Kelly to accept the job I offered her."

"How long will your lecture last, Grace?" Aldo began to pull on Madame Grace's hand until she fell on top of him.

"You're never patient, Aldo! Just relax a little," Madame Grace complained.