Jian made himself scarce, a shadow lurking just out of sight within his own supposed domain. His enhanced senses, courtesy of the Verdant System, allowed him a crystal-clear, silent observation of the scene unfolding within the office. He watched as Mr. Davies, a smug grin plastered on his face, began his "tutelage" of Jian's wife.
The air crackled with unspoken desire as Mr. Davies's hands roamed over her form. His touch lingered on the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, each caress a blatant act of possession under Jian's unseen gaze. Then, the focus shifted. Jian's breath hitched, a strange mix of anticipation and perverse satisfaction churning within him, as Mr. Davies's stiff member pressed against her through her clothing, a deliberate, erotic exploration of her body's contours. He saw the subtle flush creep up her neck, the involuntary tremor that ran through her.
Kisses followed, not gentle pecks, but deep, possessive claims on her mouth, her neck, the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Jian's wife, initially stiff with what appeared to be reluctant compliance, began to soften, her own reactions a confusing blend of protest and a burgeoning, unwelcome arousal. The sounds were muted, but Jian's enhanced hearing picked up every soft gasp, every hesitant sigh.
Later, as Mr. Davies emerged from his office, he clapped Jian on the shoulder, a condescendingly friendly gesture. His hand lingered a moment too long on Jian's wife's rounded buttock, a blatant display of his newfound intimacy, masked as a playful nudge. Jian feigned ignorance, offering a weak smile, the internal turmoil a stark contrast to his placid exterior.
Back at their apartment, the charade continued. Jian awoke to find his wife clad only in her undergarments, her back to him. Standing unnervingly close was Mr. Davies, his hand hovering near his exposed cock, a clear indication of self-stimulation, hastily concealed as Jian stirred. They sprang apart, a palpable tension filling the room. Jian's wife clutched her clothing, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and a nascent guilt.
"Just… stretching," Mr. Davies offered smoothly, a knowing smirk directed at Jian. "Giving your wife some… private lessons in relaxation." His gaze lingered suggestively on the dampness visible on the bedsheets beneath Jian's wife.
Feigning simple-mindedness, Jian offered them both a drink. "So hot today," he mumbled, oblivious to the heated undercurrents. Sweat did indeed bead on their foreheads, and a faint, sweet scent, reminiscent of mingled body fluids and melting "ice cream," hung in the air.
"Make sure she's working hard, boss," Jian said with a tone of false earnestness, handing Mr. Davies a cold drink. He watched as Mr. Davies subtly adjusted his trousers, a satisfied glint in his eyes, before turning to offer Jian's wife a seemingly innocent hug. The embrace was anything but. Jian's amplified senses detected the almost imperceptible grind of Mr. Davies's erection against her backside, the soft sounds masked by the creaking of the old wooden bed frame.
The scene shifted. Jian found himself on a phone call with his "mother-in-law," maintaining the façade of normalcy. In the background, the muffled sounds of exertion and soft moans reached his ears. His wife was "training" with her "boss," the rhythmic creaking of their bed a blatant soundtrack to their activities.
"Yes, Mom, she's doing very well at the new job," Jian said into the phone, his voice carefully neutral. "She's… getting some extra training from her boss right now, actually. Very hands-on approach, it seems." He offered a strained chuckle, a grotesque parody of marital pride.
He hung up the phone, his heart pounding with a potent cocktail of humiliation and exhilaration. Creeping silently to the bedroom door, he peered through the barely concealed crack. The sight that greeted him was a vivid tableau of his twisted desires: his wife, completely naked, her body slick with sweat, entwined with the equally bare form of Mr. Davies. Their bodies moved together with a primal rhythm, a raw and intimate fusion under his clandestine observation.
Mr. Davies's internal thought: The fool has no idea. She's softening, I can feel it. That little whimper when I entered her… she's starting to enjoy this. And him, watching unknowingly… it just adds to the spice.
Jian's wife's internal thought: This is wrong. So wrong. But… his touch… it's so insistent… and… that feeling… despite myself… I can't completely deny it. Jian… why are you letting this happen?
Jian's internal thought: Perfect. Just as planned. Every moan, every touch, every stolen moment… it's all adding to the power. He thinks he's taking what's mine, but he's merely a tool in my grand design. The look on her face… the mix of shame and something else… it's intoxicating.