Mated with ex's brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

In the study, Alexander was already wrapped in a robe. He leaned back in his chair, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers. The sky outside was fully bright by now.Adrian sat across from him, his face drained of color. Alexander’s gaze fell on Adrian like he was observing a pathetic clown. He tapped the USB drive on the table with his finger. "You need to decide whether you want these things sent to Dad, or..."Before Alexander could finish, Adrian interjected, "Alexander!"His gaze flickered over Alexander's hand, noting the absence of a wedding ring. An absurd thought crossed Adrian's mind, and he couldn't help but ask, "That woman who came yesterday... is she really your wife?"Alexander lifted his eyes, casting a cold glance at Adrian but remained silent.Adrian and Alexander locked eyes for a moment, a cold sweat breaking out on Adrian's back. He pressed his lips together. "I understand." With that, Adrian turned and left Alexander's study.Alexander lowered his head, gl

Feeling unbearably hot, I slowly walked into the villa’s garden.A gust of autumn wind blew by, bringing some relief, but the medicine I had taken earlier had already permeated deep into my body. Whenever its effects kicked in, I felt extremely uncomfortable. If I couldn’t find some relief, I’d be plagued by an unbearable itch that left me restless.I sat on the swing in the garden, taking off my cardigan and tossing it aside. My pale arms were exposed as I lazily leaned back on the swing, gently swinging my legs, causing the swing to sway lightly.The constant emptiness in my clitoris brushed against the swing’s movement, and a blush slowly spread across my face.Not far away, a figure in light gray observed through the floor-to-ceiling window. Shortly after, the door leading to the garden was quietly opened...I had already reclined on the swing, closing my eyes. Memories of Alexander surfaced—his hands roaming over me in the hot spring, in the cave. The itch and emptiness grew more

I said those words, but after reaching out, I felt so lacking in confidence that I averted my eyes.In the glass cabinet opposite the sofa, I could see the reflection of Alexander’s legs. The black pants outlined the smooth muscle lines underneath—tight and long, stretching out from the sofa with an almost overbearing presence.Especially the large bulge in his pants where I had just accidentally brushed against him, standing out like a towering mountain, wild and arrogant. My foot was placed near that 'mountain,' creating an excessively crude visual contrast, highlighting my own nakedness and the erotic atmosphere. It felt as if I were stark naked, sitting on his lap, facing his enormous erection.I clutched the large towel draped over my shoulders tightly, trying to find a sense of security in its thin fabric.Alexander had reverted to his usual demeanor. His expression was calm, his gaze steady, as if he had no extraneous thoughts or actions. His large hand lifted my foot, holding

The transparent liquid gushed out like an unleashed flood, directly spraying onto the man's hand. Alexander's fingers were still hooked onto the wet band. Now, his hand was covered with a sticky, transparent fluid, like spilled honey, slowly sliding down his hand, trailing down to the sofa.Momentarily lost in the haze of my climax, I was jolted back to stark reality the next second, rigid with panic."S-sorry... I'm so sorry..."I frantically tried to close my legs or find something to wipe Alexander's hand. My mind was overloaded, leaving me in a fluster, capable only of repeated apologies, achieving nothing else."Don't move."His cold, detached voice felt like a splash of cold water, bringing back some semblance of rationality. Alexander's expression remained indifferent, as if the liquid on his hand were merely water, unworthy of any emotional response. His fingers stayed pressed against my labia, the parted vaginal opening trembling before him, fully exposed without the band, re

Alexander remained silent throughout the drive. His lack of speech made me wish I could disappear, lowering my breathing to avoid drawing his attention.The car soon pulled into the underground garage of an apartment complex. I sat in the passenger seat, reluctant to move, while Alexander unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. He walked around the front of the car, opened my door, and said, "Get out." His tone was calm but carried an undeniable firmness.I didn’t dare hesitate and unbuckled my seatbelt, stepping out of the car.I followed Alexander into the elevator. Once the doors closed, it was just the two of us in the confined space.I stole glances at him from behind. His shoulders were dotted with water stains, and even his pant legs were damp, with his high-end leather shoes smeared with mud. It was a rare sight to see such dishevelment on a usually meticulous man.I wondered where he had been and how he happened to run into me, but I had no intention of asking him—after all, it w