Read Novel Full Chapter 920: Yuko’s Murderous Clarity
Chapter 920: Yuko’s Murderous Clarity
Gabriela glanced down at Samantha’s still-gaping asshole—puffy, slick, and slowly contracting with each ragged breath Samantha took, her body still twitching faintly from the aftershocks of overstimulation.
A wicked, breathy chuckle bubbled from Gabriela’s lips as she traced a finger lightly around the rim, watching it flutter in response.
She reached over with her other hand and slid the shower curtain wide open, letting a rush of cooler air invade the steamy enclosure, goosebumps rising on their slick skin.
"You’re so bad, husband..." she purred, her voice a sultry mix of mock outrage and genuine arousal, eyes flicking between Samantha’s ruined form and my still-hard cock, glistening with their combined fluids.
"Even peeing inside her poor, swollen pussy like that... OMG." She bit her lip, shifting her thighs together as if imagining it herself.
"But I have to admit... I’m kind of jealous. Watching you mark her so deeply, filling her womb with your heat... it makes me ache for the same."
She tilted her head, her wet hair cascading over one shoulder, and studied Samantha’s limp body more closely—cum and piss still trickling from her folds in lazy rivulets, mixing with the shower water swirling down the drain. "What are we gonna do now? Should we come clean with her...? Tell her everything about our little game?"
I shook my head slowly, my hands sliding up Gabriela’s curves to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they stiffened under my touch. A slow, predatory smile curled my lips.
"No. I want to tease her more—draw it out, make her squirm. When she wakes up, tell her you took her place seamlessly. Say you satisfied me completely, fucked me senseless, and I never even suspected the switch. Let her think she failed, that you’re the one who got all my attention."
Gabriela’s brows lifted, a flicker of sympathy crossing her face even as she arched into my hands. "She’s gonna be so sad... heartbroken, even. Imagining me riding you, taking what she craved..."
I chuckled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her skin as I leaned in to nip at her earlobe.
"Exactly. It’ll be interesting—delicious, really. I want to see what she does next. Will she try to seduce me harder, throw herself at me to prove she’s better? Or will she just shatter and let everything go, retreating into her quiet little world?"
Gabriela pressed her naked body fully against mine under the cooling spray, her curves molding to my frame as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Husband... how could anyone who’s been fucked by your cock—stretched wide, ruined so perfectly—ever let you go?" Her fingers trailed down my back, nails scraping lightly, before dipping lower to squeeze my ass.
"Once you’ve claimed them like that, flooded them with your cum and piss... they’re addicted. Yours forever. She’ll come crawling back, begging for more."
I pulled her even closer, crushing my mouth to hers in a deep, possessive kiss—tongue delving in to taste the lingering essence of Samantha on her lips, our bodies grinding together in the steam.
The kiss lingered, heated, until I felt Samantha stir faintly beneath us—soft, confused whimpers escaping her muffled mouth, eyelids fluttering as consciousness teased at the edges.
"I’m going out," I murmured against Gabriela’s swollen lips, giving her ass a firm squeeze. "You handle her. Talk to her gently, weave the lie perfectly. Don’t let her figure out a single thing—not yet."
Gabriela nodded, her eyes gleaming with shared mischief and a hint of excitement, already turning back to Samantha. She knelt beside her, stroking sweat-soaked hair tenderly as I stepped out of the shower, water dripping from my body.
I dried off with quick, efficient motions, dressed in fresh clothes that clung slightly to my still-damp skin, and focused my mind—teleporting seamlessly to Marina’s house.
I materialized first in Marina’s bedroom, the familiar scent of her perfume hanging in the air. The room was empty, bed neatly made, but voices drifted up from downstairs: a lively mix of Marina’s warm laughter, Julie’s steady tone, Yuko’s sharper edge, Ema and Eva’s lighter chatter... even Marina’s grandmother’s wise, gravelly voice weaving through the conversation.
Instead of descending the stairs and risking an awkward entrance, I teleported to the front door and knocked like any ordinary visitor—three firm raps echoing through the house.
Eva opened it moments later, her eyes widening in mild surprise before she stepped aside with a welcoming smile.
I walked in, the warmth of the living room enveloping me, the group turning their heads as one.
Julie looked up from her spot on the couch, cradling a mug of tea. "Jack... we’ve been talking about heading out. We’re thinking of leaving soon now that things seem resolved. Have you finished your business here?"
I nodded casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah. Everything’s almost wrapped up—just a few loose ends. Let’s head back tomorrow. No rush tonight."
Yuko’s gaze locked onto me like a predator sighting prey. Her eyes burned with barely contained fury, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles twitch. She stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
"Jack," she bit out, her voice a strained hiss, laced with venom. "Can I talk to you for a second? Alone."
Her thoughts crashed into my mind through the telepathy link, raw and unfiltered—sharp as shards of glass:
[Jack... I will definitely kill you. You’ve deceived Haruna and me all this time... twisted everything.]
[If Marina’s grandmother hadn’t slipped and mentioned it during tea, I never would’ve pieced it together. You double-timing bastard—you were Marina’s boyfriend long before you ever laid eyes on Haruna... and you kept us completely in the dark, playing us like fools.]
[And now this Aunt Julie... cuckolding you right under everyone’s noses. You deserve every bit of betrayal, every stab of pain. Hmph. I won’t give you an easy death... I’ll make you suffer for what you’ve done to my sister.]
I swallowed hard, a genuine flicker of unease twisting in my gut. Shit. I’d completely overlooked that casual mention from the grandmother earlier—how it could unravel everything.
Yuko’s hesitation was there, buried under the rage, but her anger pulsed like a live wire.