CHAPTER 36: IMMORAL WOMAN

’This is wrong... he’s my enemy... but his body... it’s so young, so masculine... I want him, I don’t know why!’

Her guilt twisted with lust, turning her on more, her fingers plunging into her wet pussy, her moans muffled against her arm as she shamed herself. ’

’I’m a grown woman... lusting after a teen like this? It’s disgusting... but I can’t stop!’

She fingered herself crazily, her juices dripping down her thighs, her body arching as she watched him bathe, the water cascading over his toned chest, his cock hardening under the stream, his balls tight and inviting.

’I want that young cock of his so bad... I want it! I want it!’

She sniffed his boxers more as her masturbation grew intense, nasty, her fingers slamming uncontrollably into her clenched pussy.

’This is not right at all! Why does it turn me on so much to want a boy I hate?’

But the truth was obvious, even though she wanted to ignore it.

Something about cheating on her husband, spying on a teenage boy, masturbating while sniffing his boxers, something about this taboo, socially unacceptable acts, excited her.

And all Miyu ever wanted in her life was excitement.

She got so into it, her moans barely suppressed, her body shaking, that she didn’t hear the water turn off or his footsteps.

"Mrs Ishikawa? What are you doing?"

Miyu turned to her left and yelped.

Renji stood there, towel around his waist, his eyes wide.

She had her hand buried in her panties, her tank top askew, her small breasts perky and highlighted, her face flushed with shame and lust.

She was caught as red-handed as she could be.

Miyu’s eyes widened in horror, her hand freezing, her body trembling as she stared up at him, dumbfounded and ashamed.

Yet somehow, even that made her get hornier, her pussy juice staining her fingers.

"R—Renji, I... I didn’t..." she stammered, her voice breaking, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "This is not what it seems."

Renji raised a brow. "Isn’t it? Cause it seems like you were spying on me, sniffing my boxers and masturbating."

Miyu, knowing she had been caught, looked down at herself and the boxers clutched tight in her other hand. She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading, cheeks red.

"Okay, I was. But... maybe you wouldn’t mind if we..." She darted her eyes away, nervous.

"If we what?" Renji asked her.

Miyu bit her lip shyly. "If we did it," she replied. "Have sex."

"What?!" Renji’s eyes flashed like it was the most atrocious thing he’d ever heard. "No! Why would you suggest such a thing?"

"Oh..." she looked up at him, naively surprised. "I thought... boys your age always want stuff like that. Doing it."

"Boys my age?" Renji looked at her like she was crazy.

Then his expression turned to a cold, punishing glare, his nerdy face hardening as he towered over her. "You really should be ashamed of yourself, Miyu. How could you be turned on by someone much younger than you?"

Her eyes widened. "No! No! It’s not like that."

"Then what is it like? You’re clearly masturbating to someone much younger than you. And sniffing his boxers too? What kind of pervert are you?"

He crossed his arms, his towel clinging to his hips. "I think I’d have to report you to the cops for peeping and indecent exposure."

Miyu’s eyes widened the more. "What? No. You can’t tell the cops. My husband will find out."

"Why didn’t you think about that before spying on me while I was naked?!"

Miyu could feel another spurt of horny juice rush out of her when he said that. What was wrong with her?

Did she like being shamed like this? Did she like knowing that what she was doing was wrong?

Did she like feeling like an immoral woman?

"You’re supposed to be a grown woman, married, and you’re this pervered? Disgusting."

Maybe he was right.

Miyu couldn’t explain it but all of this even turned her on the more. The idea of doing something that was supposed to be wrong.

Like cheating on her husband with a teenage boy that she hated. Ughhh! It got her so wet!

Miyu’s face crumbled, her eyes filling with needy tears. She got on her knees as she crawled towards him, pulling her hand out.

"P-Please... don’t... tell anyone," she begged, her voice a whimper, her shame turning her on even more, her pussy throbbing at the humiliation. "I’ll do anything... just don’t tell..."

Renji squatted down, his face close to hers, a mocking expression in her eyes. "You think I’m that easy, huh? That I’ll ’punish’ you with my cock? No, that’s just me giving you what you want."

Miyu looked up at him, begging with her eyes.

"Next time, you won’t come in the way of what I want. That is why this is your punishment. You’ll never get what you want, which is my cock."

He smirked at her horny frustration. "You’ll suffer in your horniness, you’ll cum to thoughts of me. In fact, I’ll even let you keep the boxers as a souvenir. But you’ll never have my young cock that you want so badly."

Miyu held on to his leg, begging desperately. "Just let me sniff it. Or suck it. Please, Renji. Just a little. I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Please, do whatever you want with me just let me suck it."

Renji freed his leg from her grasp. "Don’t worry. This will be a lesson we’ll learnt for you."

"Please... I need it... I’m so sorry..."

Her body was trembling with a mix of shame and arousal, her pussy aching. She needed him. She needed him so bad.

Renji stood, grabbing his clothes from the pile with a dismissive snort.

"See you tomorrow, then."

He left her there, lying half-naked on the floor, her tank top askew, her panties damp.

All she could feel was shame, lust, sadness and regret.

Tomorrow, she’ll be in her best behavior. She would obey him and never get in his way.

Maybe, if she did that, he would give her his young, thick cock.