CHAPTER 31: WELCOME TO POUND TOWN!

When the lights went out, Alex moved like a thief with one goal—grab the prize. Lily barely had time to blink before his arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her away from Marcus.

The blackout had caught her off guard, her grip on her husband’s hand weak, and Alex used that moment like the devil cashing in his due.

His palm clamped over her mouth.

"Mhh! Mhhh!"

She tried to protest, to wiggle free, but her body wasn’t listening. Heat was spreading between her thighs, that dangerous, dizzying kind that made her knees shake. Every inch of her burned at his touch.

The filthy thought of it all—her "savior" doing this right under her husband’s nose—was making her lose her mind.

The bad man... the forbidden man... taking the poor housewife while her clueless husband sits right there.

Her heart pounded. Her breath hitched.

’God, I can’t believe he’s doing this to me... right in front of Marcus.’

The memories flashed in her head—his tongue between her legs, the taste of his skin, the way he made her choke on him when the lights were out.

Marcus had definitely heard them.

The sloppy wet sounds were impossible to miss. But the fact that he couldn’t see anything? That was the real thrill.

Lily couldn’t stop it now. Her body had already betrayed her.

She knew exactly what kind of beast was hiding between Alex’s legs—and that monster was wide awake again.

The damn thing was a raging bull, even though she had drained it completely not half an hour ago.

She didn’t even want to imagine what it was going to do to her this time.

Alex waited until her weak struggles settled, then slowly moved his hand away from her mouth.

He still held her tight from behind, his body pressed flush against hers, making sure she could feel that thick, throbbing heat poking against her soft, round cheeks through the thin fabric of her dress. Not that the dress was going to last long anyway.

"W-what are you going to do?" she breathed out, trembling.

Alex dipped his head, inhaling her scent. His nose brushed through her hair, down her ear, tracing her neck. His breath was hot against her skin as he murmured,

"Ruin you... completely."

Her whole body jolted like lightning ran through her veins. He could feel it on his little brother—her trembling, her heat, her helpless anticipation. Even her ass quivered, and that alone made him grin in the dark.

"No, you can’t"

"You say that, Lily, yet you’re soaking like a rag tossed into the river. Why so wet if you hate it so much Look at this"

He tugged her skirt up just enough to see, bent her forward a little, and brushed a finger across her soaking wet panty.

When he pulled his finger away it came out sticky, glinting in the dark.

Without thinking she opened her mouth and he touched the tip of his finger to her lips. She tasted it, eyes wide, words failing her.

"Th‑that’s..."

Silence packed the room. She had no answer, not when his grin said he already knew everything she felt.

"Shut up. I will take you apart and put you back together whether this house burns down or not even if your husband sees our sacred relation or not!"

Sacred relation!!!

That word was wrapped in a slow, mocking whisper that hit her like one of those scenes from her novels. Her pulse jumped, and the heat in her belly flared again.

He always used the lines that made her melt.

[Good job, boss. She’s ready.]

Alex’s ears perked up at the system’s voice. He grinned like a maniac. Finally. Finally, the moment had arrived. Time to crush that virginity curse. Time to become... a fully fledged sex beast.

"Hell yeah. Our little secret..."

Zip~

Out came his throbbing, impatient cock, straining like it had been bottled up for a century. He rubbed it over her drenched panties, dragging them over her slick folds.

She whimpered, high-pitched and helpless, a sound that made his grin spread wider.

"Oh... fuck..." she gasped, legs twitching like they had their own agenda.

Alex leaned closer, his cock brushing, teasing, promising absolute chaos. "Mmm... you’re so ready for me," he purred, practically drooling.

Her breath hitched. Every nerve ending screamed. He was big, hot, hard, and so wrong—but she couldn’t stop wanting it.

The thrill of it—the secret, the mess, the absolute filth—made her shiver and moan at the same time.

"Alex?! Is Lily with you?!"

Marcus’s voice cut through the dark, panicked and clueless.

"Husb—nghh!!~~"

Lily tried to answer—but of course, Alex wasn’t having any of that.

With a wicked grin, he slid her dripping wet panties aside like it was the easiest puzzle in the world, and just... shoved himself inside. No ceremony. Just in.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body trembled like a leaf in a hurricane. She was being taken right under her husband’s nose—while he scrambled cluelessly in the same room.

"This night... this night is mine! Not his. Mine. And I am not letting it slip away..."

Alex growled in her ear, one hand gripping her chin like he owned her face.

He started moving, slow at first, letting her feel every inch, every stretch, every burning friction. Then, leaning back just enough, he shouted toward Marcus:

"Nope. Not with me at all."

Marcus probably had no clue what he was hearing—or missing.

Alex’s grin widened, teeth flashing in the dim light, and he leaned closer to Lily, whispering:

"Not with me... but currently visiting the heavens..."

Then the messy, sinful symphony began.

Plap~ Plap~ Plap~

Every thrust was sloppy, desperate, loud enough to echo off the walls.

Lily’s back arched, legs trembling, fingers clawing at anything she could grab. Her moans collided with his grunts in a chaotic duet of filth.

"Yeah... take it... mine... all mine!" he growled, utterly lost in the heat of the moment, caring about nothing but her, the sounds, and the thrill of total, reckless wrongness.

Marcus froze, face turning fifty shades of confused.

"...What the hell was that sound?"

Plap-plap-plap-plap!

It slammed through the room like someone was tenderizing a slab of meat—or maybe Marcus’s fragile sanity.

He squinted uselessly into the dark, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

"W-wait... that doesn’t sound like footsteps..."

Meanwhile, in the corner, Alex was definitely not walking. He was busy being a complete disaster of pleasure, making noises that could haunt nightmares.

[Ding! 5000 NTR points credited.]

Alex’s little notification bell was going off like a slot machine on steroids.

[Good job, boss! Jackpot! Our NTR lottery is exploding. Keep it going, and by the end, you’ll be swimming in points like Scrooge McDuck!]

’Hell yeah,’ Alex thought smugly. ’I’m farming these points like crazy. This is going to pay off big time.’

In other stories—manhwas, games, whatever—the MC might grind forever, think they had enough points for the ultimate skill... only to realize they couldn’t even buy a rusty sword with all their effort. Pathetic.

[Do not worry, host. That is not the case here at all.]

’Yeah, that better be!’

Alex smirked in the shadows. Every sloppy, wet plap-plap sound was money in the bank.

Marcus slowly turned toward the source of the horrifyingly familiar plap-plap-plap.

Every step he took made the sounds louder—wetter, sloppier, and accompanied by low, unmistakable grunts and desperate little whispers.

He felt his pants tighten on their own. His throat dry. He gulped.

"L-Lily... Lily... where are you?"

His mind screamed, This isn’t happening! This is NOT happening!!

Marcus froze. Sweat poured down his temples.

His hands trembled as he wiped a nervously shaking wad across his forehead. The plap-plap-plap was getting closer, almost too close, like a predator sneaking up right behind him.

And just as panic peaked, the lights flickered back to life. Slowly, painfully, they crawled from the distant street lamps to the faraway houses, and finally... down to this house.

The glow revealed every shadow, every corner, every horrifyingly familiar silhouette.

Marcus’s heart slammed against his ribs. His eyes widened, stomach dropped, and he realized—whatever nightmare was happening in the dark, he was about to see the full, messy, dripping truth.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, bathing the room in harsh, unforgiving brightness. Marcus froze. Horror slammed into him... and then confusion.

Wait. What the hell?!

Lily and Alex weren’t lurking in some shadowy corner like he’d imagined. No. They were back on the couch. Marcus blinked rapidly, already drunk enough to question his sanity. Was he... hallucinating?

His eyes darted over the scene.

Lily. Poor, messy, drooling Lily.

Her dress was a shredded disaster, hair sticking out in all directions like she’d survived a tornado, and her eyes... half-lidded, drooping, trying desperately to look normal—but that little whimper escaping her mouth?

That was all honesty. All wet, filthy, embarrassed honesty. A sight no husband should ever see.

And then there was Alex. The bastard. Sitting on the opposite end of the couch like a smug statue, like nothing had happened.

He even casually raised a hand at Marcus—as if to say hello, good sir, and welcome to hell.

But Marcus couldn’t miss the subtle details: the sweat glistening on Alex’s forehead, the twitch of his thigh, the faint smirk that screamed I know exactly what just happened—and you don’t want to see it again.

"Lily... are you alright?!"