The Isekai Milf harem!-Chapter 108: The wife and husband talk

Eva

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Warm, fragrant water enveloped Eva as she sank into the bathtub, her aching muscles gradually relaxing beneath the soothing heat.

Above the rim, her brown eyes drifted shut, and memories of a recent tryst with Alan flooded her mind’s eye.

His powerful build, the way his hands explored her curves, the intensity of their coupling... a delicate blush crept up her neck as she relived the sensation of his throbbing length filling her.

As the steam rose around her, Eva gently stroked a hand over the swell of her breasts, the soft peak of a nipple already hardened in arousal.

"Nn...."

Her thumb grazed the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft gasp.

The fantasy of Alan’s tongue laving at her nibbled forward, prompting a more deliberate touch. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Her fingers trailed down the dipping valley of her stomach, passing the spot where slickness already gathered, before dipping between her thighs.

"Hnnghhh!!!"

Eva’s breath hitched as she circled the engorged clit, the lightness of her touch contrasting with the electric jolts of pleasure it stirred.

She was lost in the haze of her own desire, savoring the forbidden thrill of touching herself while her husband lay vulnerable upstairs.

Currently, she is in her own house and it’s been one day since Alan is missing.

Miss Zara had said that Alan must have gone to the Dungeon of Abyss but she doubts it.

"Ah, ah, ah... I am so horny," she says as she increases her pace.

It was normal, but whenever she sees her husband the memory of Alan pounding her mercilessly comes to her mind.

She is but a horny bitch, who can’t help but worship a big thick dick.

"Nnnnghhh... more, I need more!" she breathed wildly, her chest heaving with ragged gasps.

Two fingers probed deeper into her slick folds, twisting and curling to strike that sweet, responsive spot within.

The bathwater churned around her as she thrashed, her free hand clutching the edge of the tub for leverage.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!..."

With a strangled cry, Eva’s body tensed, muscles going taut as a bowstring.

Her pussy convulsed in a frenzy of clenching and fluttering, a gush of liquid warmth erupting from her to mingle with the bathwater.

Her eyes flew open, battling the tide of semi-consciousness as the intensity of her climax threatened to overwhelm her.

"Ah, fuck... Ah, fuuuuck! Ahhh, oh yeahhhh.... Ahhhh, ah, ahhhh!!! Yessss!!! Fuck me... Fuck me harder...

Ahhh, Alannnnn!!!!! Ahhhh Heroooo..... " Eva’s voice rose to a fevered chant, her hips bucking erratically against her strokes.

The pleasure was unsustainable, a raging inferno that consumed everything in its path. Her breath came in sputtering gasps, each inhalation a sharp, agonized wheeze.

As the peaks subsided into waves of afterglow, Eva collapsed back against the tub, her chest heaving with the force of her exertions.

She let out a long, shuddering sigh, the tension seeping out of her spent form.

The euphoria lingered, a delicious aftertaste of the forbidden fruit she’d so eagerly devoured.

For a moment, Eva simply floated, suspended in the warm, soapy liquid, lost in the haze of her own desire.

Meanwhile, her husband, who was a sick man, receiving a fatal blow, all his stats reduced to two digits came downstairs and heard his wife’s moans coming from the bathroom.

Curse the fate, his was limp.

However, when he heard the word Alan, he was angry.

How dare his wife utter the name of another man, let alone while masturbating.

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The sudden rattling of the hardware startled her, and Eva’s eyes flew open to find her husband standing in the open doorway, his haggard features twisted into a mask of anger and betrayal.

He leaned heavily against the door frame, his weak body and lazy face not masking the fierce intensity burning in his eyes.

The flustered Eva instinctively clutched the edges of the tub, her skin prickling with a mix of dread and humiliation.

"H-Husband... I-" She struggled to find the right words, her voice faltering as she tried to explain the situation, but the illogical excuses tumbled from her lips in a jumbled mess.

Her husband’s grip on the doorframe tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Don’t lie to me, Eva," he rasped, his voice dripping with venom. "I heard you... heard you moaning his name like a cheap whore... Who is this Alan?"

But wait a minute, why should she be scared of her husband?

"Alan?" Eva scoffed, her tone dripping with mocking disdain.

She lifted an eyebrow at her husband’s furious expression, unimpressed by his wounded pride.

In her eyes, he was a loser, she had thought her husband was better after Alan decided to keep a succubus but now it seems Alan is better.

And yeah, all offense to her husband.

"Oh please, don’t play dumb. You knew exactly what you were walking in on when you burst in here... So what? Why do you wanna know who is Alan? What can you do?"

Eva’s fingers trailed lazily down her stomach, coming to rest just above the juncture of her thighs. Her movements were deliberate, a taunting display of the arousal that still pulsed within her.

"I’m not some delicate flower for you to protect," she continued, her voice rising.

"My body, my desires... these are mine alone to explore, husband or not... I once had respect for you, sad, it died down, the more pathetic you act, the more I start to hate you,"

A cruel smile twisted her lips as she recalled the astounding differences between her husband’s diminished member and Alan’s prodigious girth.

No cap, they are like the difference between heaven and earth.

"Let’s be real, shall we? Your pathetic excuse for a dick couldn’t possibly satisfy me the way Alan’s does. You don’t know how he stretched and ruined my vagina... I can’t help but love it after getting fucked senseless by his massive cock... There you go, you heard me clear, what can you do? Do you want to see it? Do you wanna see your wife get fucke by a massive dick?..."

Eva threw her head back with a harsh laugh, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.

"You want to know the truth? I don’t need a man like you to complete me. Alan’s deep, throbbing creampie is all I crave now, and there’s nothing you can do to change that..."

She leaned forward, bracing her elbows on the edge of the tub and propping her chin in her hands, a sly, provocative glint in her eye.

"So go ahead and rage all you want. It won’t change the fact that I’m a filthy, cum-hungry slut, and Alan’s the only one who can truly satisfy me..."

As a warrior she doesn’t fear someone’s wrath or opinion, she says what she wants to say.

There is no reason to hide it and keep things in the dark.

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