Temptation in Exotic Valen

Soon, Ayame carried out a table full of dishes and waved us over to sit.

"I can't thank Nicky enough for fixing our computer the other day," she said. "The video files on it were really valuable. I made all this food to show my appreciation. Come on, try my cooking."

When she mentioned the video files, Ryuzo's expression flickered for a moment, but then quickly returned to normal.

Looking around the room at all the adult items on full display—so blatantly graphic—I found the food hard to swallow.

Noticing my discomfort, Ryuzo immediately explained.

"In Valen, this kind of culture is very rich. What you see here is just the surface. There are even more exciting toys. If you want, I can help you try them out."

My husband quickly hid his face behind his bowl, but even that couldn't conceal the excitement burning in his eyes.

Ayame slapped Ryuzo's arm. "Oh, stop it. Mia is quite conservative. Don't say things like that."

I tried hard to keep my composure, but inside, I was already aching with anticipation. These past years, I'd been living like a widow—parched land waiting for rain, desperate for a spring shower to soak me through.

I smiled back at them. "It's fine. When in Rome, right? Actually, I watch Valenese adult videos pretty often myself."

The moment the words left my mouth, the three of them just stared at me blankly.

Ryuzo's gaze, in particular, carried a glint of amusement.

My face flushed hot all the way down to my neck. I quickly buried myself in my food to break the tension.

Ayame picked up a piece of meat, dropped it into my husband's bowl, and smiled at him.

"The computer is acting up again today," she said. "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to fix it for me later."

His eyes locked onto her chest without the slightest hesitation. He agreed on the spot.

After dinner, Ayame led my husband into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

That left just me and Ryuzo sitting alone in the living room.

Ryuzo dropped all pretense immediately. He slid closer to me and placed his hand on my thigh.

"Mia," he said, "when you fell and kissed my crotch at the door earlier—was that on purpose?"

His eyes bore into me, a lewd smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

I quickly shook my head. "Sorry. I just lost my balance when I came in."

Without another word, he suddenly slipped a hand down below.

I have to admit—the man really knew his way around a woman.

"Quit pretending," he whispered. "You're already soaked down here. I guarantee I'll make you feel good tonight."

The moment he touched me, my whole body went weak and limp, as if an electric current had shot straight to my brain.

My husband was right there in the next room. How could I do something like this with him so close?

I made an excuse about needing to use the bathroom, pushed Ryuzo away, and hurried off to the toilet.

Once I sat down on the seat, I realized the bathroom walls were plastered with Ryuzo's glamour shots.

I pulled down my pants, and the feeling was like being watched by him from every angle—my body trembling with a mix of tension and thrill.

Suddenly, I felt a touch against my most private place—soft and pleasurable, wave after wave.

I looked down nervously and realized it was the automatic toilet, spraying its cleansing water.

After it finished, I reached for some tissue to wipe myself.

Just as I arched my bottom up, I suddenly felt someone grab my tender, pink flesh from behind. Something hard pressed against me.

I whipped my head around—Ryuzo had slipped into the bathroom.

Instinctively, I opened my mouth to scream, but he clamped his hand over it.

That near-violated feeling sent an electric jolt of excitement through me.

In an instant, my hormones went into overdrive.

Ryuzo pressed himself against my back, his fingers stirring deep inside me, his lips grazing my earlobe.

"Mia," he breathed, "I've been dying to play with an amateur like you. It's only pure and innocent women like you that really get me going."

His fingers kept rubbing and kneading me, and every cell in my body felt like it was about to explode. I ached for him to go deeper.

A soft moan escaped my throat. I gasped out a question.

"I heard you have a full ring of piercings down there. What… what does it feel like?"