Chapter 150 Drunk Purchase
At this moment, I was sitting in front of the computer sweating profusely, while Katniss on the other side seemed oblivious, still savoring the climax. She had not realized the danger to her anus.
I heard a muffled groan from Katniss, and my eyes followed the sound to the computer screen. I saw Nathan moistening Katniss's anus with his fingers, and then, with his finger covered in mucus, he inserted it into Katniss's anus.
Katniss's anus was suddenly attacked by Nathan's finger, and she cried out in surprise, her body jerking abruptly.
After Nathan inserted his finger into Katniss's anus, he began thrusting back and forth again. This time, in addition to his penis, he was also thrusting his finger that was inserted into Katniss's anus. Nathan's penis and finger did not interfere with each other, each occupying its own place, and they began to thrust in harmony.
The dual stimulation of the vagina and anus made Katniss not refuse Nathan. This alternative pleasure made her feel very novel and exciting. She kept arching her back to match Nathan, her expression showing extreme pleasure.
Fortunately, there was no anal sex, as long as Nathan's penis didn't penetrate. I was consoling myself with this thought. I had never tried this novel play with Katniss before, and I was surprised that Nathan got to experience it first. I was stunned by Nathan's creativity, watching everything in the video in a daze. The intense stimulation made me ejaculate without even touching myself, while Nathan and Katniss in the video had not ejaculated yet. I looked down at my now flaccid penis and the semen on my pants, shaking my head wryly. Despite feeling intense jealousy, I was still able to ejaculate from the stimulation. Sometimes I really didn't know what I cared about most deep down. Perhaps only by ending this relationship could I truly see my innermost desires and find an explanation.
Time continued to pass, and the two engaged in doggy-style intercourse without changing positions. They seemed to be sticking to this position until the end.
Suddenly, a mixed voice of a man and a woman came through the earphones. The moans were not loud, indicating that even at the last moment, the two were trying to suppress their voices. Although the moans were not loud, they were lingering and melodious, a kind of moaning I had never heard before.
At this moment, the two finally reached the peak, perhaps due to the special stimulation caused by my presence at home, or maybe because of the new experience of anal penetration that day, or perhaps because they hadn't been intimate for a long time and had been holding back. This climax was the most intense and satisfying one they had experienced since they started their relationship. Nathan's rapid and trembling scrotum could be imagined continuously injecting thick semen into Katniss's uterus, while Katniss's trembling body, the wet sheets below where their bodies connected, everything.
The scenes were so familiar, the two experiencing the ultimate pleasure, while I was hiding in my bedroom, crying in my bed. I rubbed my tense cheeks, lit a cigarette - even though I had already smoked a lot and felt a bit nauseous, I still found smoking somewhat comforting.
After finishing the cigarette, the two in the video finally recovered from the climax. After the climax, they began to panic, quickly cleaning up the scene. Katniss had been greatly satisfied, but there seemed to be a hint of charm lingering between her eyebrows.
After the end, the two finally came to their senses. They seemed flustered and nervous. Katniss put on her clothes, took a few deep breaths, calmed her breathing, and then quietly sneaked out of Nathan's room without saying goodbye. Just as she reached the door of our bedroom, Katniss hesitated, her hand resting on the doorknob. It was clear that she was nervous, fearing that when she opened the door, she would find her husband awake, sitting on the bed waiting for her return.
Katniss hesitated at the bedroom door for a moment, trembling as she opened the bedroom door and found me still asleep. Her legs went weak, almost stumbling at the entrance of our bedroom. She leaned against the door frame with one hand, lightly patting her ample chest, exhaling deeply. She walked to the bed, saw that I was still sound asleep, and finally relaxed her expression.
She gently covered me with the blanket, then, after glancing at me sleeping peacefully, she left the bedroom. She had intended to take a shower, but as she reached the bathroom door, she hesitated. The charm between her eyebrows and the lingering look in her eyes seemed to be getting stronger.
My unintentional act of pretending to be asleep emboldened her, and her arousal had not completely subsided. The special experience just now left her with a lot to reminisce about. She knew that opportunities like this might not come often in the future, so she gave up on taking a shower and instead returned to Nathan's room for a second encounter.
Nathan was tidying up the bedding when he suddenly saw Katniss return to his room. His face showed tension and confusion as he stopped his actions and looked at Katniss. Without Nathan saying a word, Katniss knew what he wanted to ask. Katniss remained silent, just gently shaking her head at Nathan. The two of them, who understood each other without words, now knew that I was still sound asleep and had not woken up.
Relief washed over Nathan's face, and he let out a long sigh. Katniss, with a look of spring in her eyes, walked towards Nathan, and everything that needed to be said was left unspoken. The time that followed in Nathan's room was filled with passion.
Having already ejaculated, feeling numb, and disinterested in watching the two engage in lovemaking and sweet talk, I grew impatient and fast-forwarded until the two finished for the second time. I didn't notice anything new happening, perhaps I had become numb to their lovemaking, or maybe I was just completely heartbroken at that moment. I closed the computer, no longer having the desire to continue watching.
I understood everything that had happened that night. I could blame it on the aphrodisiac and the irresistible emotions between the two, and it was something that had happened and couldn't be undone. What was the point of lingering on it? I mechanically wiped my pants clean, got dressed, turned my head to the window, where the night was still enchanting. I gazed into the distance, relieving the fatigue in my eyes. It was as if my body was no longer under the control of my brain, dragging my weary body out of the office building. I walked outside, smoking a cigarette, not knowing what I was going to do. Find a prostitute? Setting aside the fact that I didn't know where to find one, I was afraid that even if I did, I wouldn't be able to get an erection.
It was my own arrangement, yet I was still in pain. I was feeling quite repulsed by myself at that moment. I walked out of the office building, and it was already past eleven at night. The cold wind on my face helped clear my mind a bit. I threw away the cigarette butt and strolled down the street. The city was large, but I couldn't find a place to settle my mind. What I needed now was numbness and comfort. Although it was almost midnight, the nightlife was just beginning, and the entertainment and bar streets were still lively.
No one accompanied me tonight, but no one disturbed me either. I decided to numb myself with alcohol, fearing that if I drank too much, no one would take care of me. I decided to buy some food and alcohol to bring back to the office, so I wouldn't end up sleeping on the streets. I bought some smoked beef and ham, along with two bottles of whiskey. Why not wine? Because wine doesn't make you drunk easily, and whiskey is better for numbing oneself.
I carried the alcohol and food and started walking back, only to realize that I had lost my way. It was quite ridiculous - even though I had been working at this company for a long time, I usually went straight home after work to be with my family. I rarely wandered around outside the office after work, so I wasn't very familiar with the surroundings. Especially since I was still feeling disoriented, I hadn't even remembered the way I had come.
It was just my bad luck tonight. I was getting frustrated, knowing that Katniss might be pregnant, rewatching the video, and now getting lost. My mood was really terrible at that moment. Not knowing which way to go, I had no choice but to take a walk to clear my mind and slowly find my way back to the office. I would eventually find it, and as a grown man, I wasn't afraid of being out at night.
At that moment, I heard a strange sound and couldn't help but look towards the source.
Next to a closed storefront, a person in a large cloak was sitting, looking disheveled despite not being dirty. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground without minding the cold, with a rectangular table in front of him, inviting passersby to experience fortune-telling with a crystal ball in his hand.
Unable to contain my curiosity, and also using it as an opportunity to ask for directions, I walked over. I first looked at the canvas in front of him - it turned out he was a fortune-teller. The worn-out canvas advertised his services: interpreting the past, grasping the present, foreseeing the future. The tattered canvas had clearly been used for many years.
At that moment, I couldn't help but sneer. I had received a scientific education and was a materialist, always looking down on mystical practices and never believing in them. Although the fortune-teller was well-known and hyped as being miraculous, even wealthy celebrities had their own fortune-tellers, I had never approved of such things. It was better to focus on real matters and ask for directions. But when I looked up at the person, I was almost scared out of my wits. The fortune-teller was a black man, but he had vitiligo, with patches of white and black on his face, hands, and neck. I hadn't noticed it earlier because he was wearing a hood. Seeing this, my first feeling was horror, followed by a sense of disgust. At that moment, the man also looked up at me with confusion in his eyes. For some reason, despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes seemed to gleam with wisdom. I knew that this fortune-teller, in his current destitute state, must have had a story, but I didn't know what had happened to him to end up like this.
We didn't speak at that moment, but I felt as if we were friends, both sharing a similar plight. How was I any better than him at that moment? Perhaps it was a lament for my experiences that night, or maybe I just wanted to confide in a stranger discreetly. I walked over to him, not minding the dust on the ground, and sat down cross-legged next to him. The fortune-teller kept looking at me with a puzzled expression, not knowing what I was going to do.
"It's late, and you haven't closed up shop yet. You must not have earned your dinner money for today. Now, I'll give you some food and alcohol. How about drinking with me?" I placed the food and alcohol on the ground, still in their packaging, and handed him a bottle of whiskey.
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