ล้างแค้นหัวใจ 25+++(พระเอกร้าย นางเอกปากจัด)

“Oh my! Why do you look so unhappy, Yvonne? I hope I didn’t hit a nerve.” Michelle Gail turned her head around flirtatiously.

“Charles, what’s wrong with your wife? I was only joking, but she’s taking it so seriously. Friends like us don’t take offence easily, right?”

Charles Carter held the steering wheel while he shot a dissatisfied glance at me through the rearview mirror.

“Yvonne, all Michelle did was just ask you to sit in the back seat. Can you stop wearing such a long face?

“Michelle is only looking out for me by checking on you. Besides, she’s always been this casual. Why are you being so petty with a young girl?”

“Fine, I won’t be petty,” I replied with a cold sneer.

I muttered in my mind, ‘System, connect to Michelle and activate the Forgetfulness function.’

The system replied coldly, [Host confirmed. First stage of punishment initiated: Forget sitting posture.]

Seeing that I remained silent, Michelle thought I had backed down, and she became even more smug.

“That’s more like it. A woman should be chill about these things. Don’t always keep such a close eye on your man; you make it look as if we’re cheating on you.”

After saying that, she reached for the bag of chips on the center console and leaned forward.

Right then, something bizarre happened.

Michelle’s legs, which had been propped up on the console, suddenly lost all control. They swung wide to both sides, forming an incredibly suggestive M-shape.

“Ah!” Michelle cried out in surprise, and the chips in her hand scattered everywhere.

Charles was startled, and he slammed on the brakes. “What’s wrong, Michelle?”

Michelle’s face turned bright red as she desperately tried to pull her legs together.

However, her legs seemed frozen. They were stuck in that shameful position. No matter how hard she tried to force them back, they would not budge.

“Charles, my legs are cramping! It hurts so much!” she cried.

Her stockings dug into her flesh, and her skin was partially visible.

Charles panicked upon seeing this. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. “Where’s the cramp? I’ll massage it for you!”

As he spoke, his hand naturally moved onto Michelle’s thigh, squeezing upward from her knee.

“Is it here? Or here?”

I felt a wave of nausea hit my stomach.

“Charles, we’re still on the highway with cars behind us. Watch out!”

Without even turning his head, Charles roared, “Yvonne, do you have a heart? Michelle is in so much pain, and all you care about is the driving? Are you hoping something bad will happen to her?”

Michelle also looked at me with tearful eyes. “Yvonne, I know you don’t like me, but I’ve not offended you. How can you be so cold-blooded?”

She pressed her body into Charles’ embrace as she cried.

Those splayed legs remained wide open.

‘Hmph. This is only the beginning, Michelle. System, increase the intensity,’ I thought.