CHAPTER 179: CHAPTER 179- THE SPY AND THE NIGHT OF PUNISHMENT (5)

Boulevard’s focus was on his wife’s breasts, that was almost spilling out of her dress. At this moment, they were glistening with her sweat, looking all ripe and ready to eat.

There was also a shadow like thing under her negligee that was constantly kneading those mounds. It looked like a hand to him at first; however, he could be mistaken.

The drinks were ready, and the trio clinked their glasses again. *Glop* The moment Melissa sat back on top of Reinhardt’s lap, there was that unmistakable sloshing, squelching noise again.

"Ungh~... Yeah, Mmmff... this drink is good♥" She arched her body up and licked her lips in excitement. It looked like his wife was quite enjoying the night.

Of course, he was too. Today was a good day to drink. And so, Boulevard poured himself another, determined not to lose against Reinhardt.

"This is my fifteenth. What about you, Sir Reinhardt?"

At that question, the latter grunted "Ugh!!"

SPRRTT... "This is my thirst time... Ah, no, I mean this is my fourteenth glass".

His body quivered, and so did Melissa’,s who was sitting on top of him with a blanket covering their thighs.

At that moment, Boulevard felt like he definitely saw the blanket slide and the scene that was going on underneath it. The wet squelch of Reinhardt’s cock plunging into his wife’s pussy, the slap of their skin meeting with each thrust.

He could see everything now: the way Melissa’s cunt stretched around him, the way their juices dripped down onto his balls and pooled beneath them.

That said, the scene appeared in front of his eyes like a glimpse, and it was quickly covered by the tug of the blanket.

What was going on? His head a mess, he could not even question the scene happening right now. He had reached his limits; his eyelids were slowly closing shut.

"Anngh... yess... Ooooh~... Did he go back to sleep again?" Melissa questioned

"Looks like it. Shall we continue then? I’m far from over you know."

What kind of conversation were they having? His thoughts a sea of confusion and his cognition disjointed. Just before Boulevard completely fell asleep, he saw wife, Melissa rising from Reinhardt’s lap.

Her negligee was pulled up to her stomach, her lower body naked, and her thighs slick with... something. Then she kneeled on the floor in front of Reinhardt, her hands moving and stroking his big, erect cock that was smeared with some slurry of white liquid.

The next moment, to Boulevard’s surprise and disbelief, she leaned forward, kissed the tip of his cock, and then started taking the entire thing inside her mouth.

Melissa’s head started bobbing up and down as she gave him a blowjob. Fortunately or unfortunately, while giving Reinhardt a head, her ass was pointed towards Boulevard, allowing him to finally understand what was happening inside that blanket all this time.

No panties!! Underneath her negligee, she was not wearing any panties; her pussy was fully revealed and her folds opened, spurting with semen. A thick stream of it oozed down her inner thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her.

That’s not from one round... they’ve been at this for a while.

BADUMP... at that moment, Boulevard felt his heart clench as he realized everything that was happening while they were drinking.

Melissa’s sudden moans, their gentle shifting of hips, and the odd voice she released every time their bodies moved underneath that blanket. That’s right, the scene, the glimpse that he got earlier was not actually him imagining things or his vision blurring, that’s what was actually happening... the... entire...night.

And so, before Marquis Boulevard could complete his thoughts, his vision faded to black.

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The next morning, as light streamed through the open window and the hot breeze entered the room, Boulevard opened his eyes groggily.

Pain, extreme pain, shot through his head, causing him to massage his temples. His vision was blurry and his body wobbly. It appeared that the effects of the drinks from last night was yet to leave his system.

Ugh, where was he? Why was he in bed? As far as he could remember, he invited Reinhardt, his divine savior, to drink and party with him.

He could recall to the point where they were all having fun. Reinhardt challenging him to drink more, his wife’s flushed face, her hips moving as she laughed and drank. They were having so much fun yesterday... so why was he unable to recall anything?

Ah, dammit, his hangover was so bad that every time he tried to recall the scenes of yesterday, his head only hurt more.

In the end, he stopped thinking about it and attributed it as a result of having too much fun yesterday.

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Suddenly, his eyes went towards a note tucked underneath a cup. Bringing it in front of his groggy eyes, he started reading. It was a note from his wife, Melissa, saying that he had gotten far too drunk last night.

And so they stopped the party there and, after helping him move into the bed, Reinhardt left. Additionally, since she had to go to work, she left a cup of ginger lemon tea to help him with the hangover on the table.

"Drink it before it gets cold... Haha, she is such a loving wife," Boulevard laughed, believing the note entirely.

And so, after drinking the tea and feeling a little better, he went out to find his wife. After asking a few servants, he quickly found the office of the Governor.

Knock... Knock... "It’s Marquis Boulevard".

A reply came from inside a second later.

"Ah, Sir Reinhardt, good morning to you".

The first person to capture his attention was the Divine Paladin. As he sat there in his office working on his documents, he looked absolutely divine.

"Good morning to you too. I assume you are here to talk to your wife".

Reinhardt glanced at his secretary seated on a nearby desk. Brown hair, porcelain smooth skin, and that curvaceous figure. Dressed in a black suit, she gave a confident and meticulous aura.