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At most, he'd bring out some intimidating toys and make me use them on myself in front of him.
Maybe it was psychological, but after I started following Leo, my husband really did come home more often.
Even when I hired a PI again to check, they found no trace of another woman.
It was like he'd been a faithful, family-oriented man all along.
This made me feel incredibly guilty.
After all, I had truly betrayed him in my actions.
So, harboring this secret guilt, I became almost excessively obedient to John.
Using everything I learned from Leo on my husband.
I even agreed without much thought when he asked for shares in my company.
I just couldn't bear to see him upset.
Our sex life became more harmonious than ever.
But my mental state deteriorated.
Sometimes, I felt like my soul left my body, watching my wanton self shuttling between two men.
Even though physical pleasure couldn't bring me real happiness anymore,
I instinctively acted subservient around John and Leo.
Somehow, my husband, so sharp in business, never noticed
his wife had become a common slut.
I lived in constant fear, both wanting John to find out and terrified of him discovering the truth.
Over time, I was utterly exhausted.
Until one late night, Leo stripped me naked and locked me in the trunk of his car.
Just like in those videos I'd seen!
Sensitive areas were smeared with some unknown liquid, making my skin burn.
My clothes were replaced with sheer lace that hid nothing.
I was secured in the trunk like a thornless red rose, ready to be plucked.
I realized what he wanted to do. My nerves, dull for so long, jolted violently awake.
I struggled frantically, trying to fight back.
Leo responded by slapping me hard across the face!
"Stop pretending to be some pure virgin. You've been played with plenty."
"Let me be straight. I'm tired of you too. If you behave tonight, I'll let you go and delete all the previous videos. If you don't, I'll strip you naked and dump you at a construction site or some alley. You know what'll happen then!"
His threat worked. I fell silent, my heart turning to ash.
Just then, the liquid smeared on my body started taking effect.
Trapped in the heat, I even wanted to rub against the cardboard boxes in the trunk.
Once again, I abandoned all shame, just wanting some relief.
"So eager? Don't rush."
Leo finally drove to the destination.
The moment he popped the trunk, the cool autumn wind hit me.
It felt incredibly refreshing on my naked skin.
All the pent-up sensations from the journey surged up, pushing me over the edge.
Leo, who had just opened the trunk, clenched his fist. He looked at my sweaty face and gave a sinister smile.
"Chloe, don't rush. Your real suffering is about to begin."
I didn't understand his meaning at first. Then he brought a man over to the car and started chatting easily.
"Hey man, want some fun? Free. My little sister's doing a... social experiment."
The next moment, the man's voice spoke, sending me into an ice-cold hell.
"What kind of social experiment?"
It was John's voice!
No!
No, not him!
My body tensed. The next second,
fingers slid deep inside.
No!
Please, not him!
"Uh, no thanks. I'm married. And you should respect your own female family members. I'm leaving."
The next moment, John's voice, slightly cold, rang out.
I didn't know whether to feel touched or disappointed. Hearing his fading footsteps, I just wanted to cry.
Leo muttered and walked away too, saying he'd find me another "client."
I listened numbly to his fading, casual voice, feeling my last shred of sanity was about to be destroyed tonight.
Both men were gone. Left alone, blindfolded, legs spread wide in the cold autumn night, I felt like a piece of trash.
I laughed and cried until a pair of wrinkled, aged hands touched my leg.
