My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen.Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings.They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.Take the young couple next door—barely in their twenties, for example. The things they got up to were beyond wild.That night, as Ayame and my husband disappeared into a room and the door clicked shut, I heard my husband's moans of pleasure drifting through the wall—louder than anything we'd ever shared, dripping with raw desire and power.Just hearing him like that made my body betray me. But knowing he was openly cheating on me, right under our roof, left a
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