Levi Ackerman Cleaning

I am about to book a room at a hotel owned by Luca Conti, a consigliere under my command, when a sharp voice suddenly cuts in from behind me. "Aspetta. That's not your price." I turn around. A woman wearing a manager's badge stands there with her arms crossed, scrutinizing me as if I am an unsightly stain she can't wait to wipe away. "We don't allow prostitution here," she says coolly. "If you're receiving clients, there will be a fine." As she speaks, she hands me a penalty notice. The charges are clearly listed on the paper. "Illegal guest reception fee: 350 thousand dollars. "Special soundproofing fee: 150 thousand dollars. "Special cleaning fee: 100 thousand dollars. "Total fee: 600 thousand dollars." Receiving clients? I have simply come straight from a Mafia cocktail party without changing clothes—that's all. What exactly does she take me for?" I lift my gaze and answer evenly, "You're mistaken. I am not that kind of person. You can contact the hotel owner, Luca Conti, and ask him who I am." A sneer flickers through Sofia Rossi's eyes. She spits to the side, full of contempt. "Still claiming you are not a puttana? Women like you come here every week. Every single one of them swears she knows him. "Our boss is the consigliere to the Russo family, the most powerful Mafia family in Seneriffe. Do you really think he needs someone cheap like you? "I suggest you pay up now, subito, before your client loses patience and drags you into the street and rapes you." I do not waste another word on her. I take out my phone and send a message directly to my secretary, Marco Bianchi. "Notify Luca. Either this manager, Sofia Rossi, disappears from this city, or he does."

🔞🔞🔞 My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

On Valentine's Day, I paid in full for a sports car and gave it to my wife as a gift. But when my wife arrived at the private dining restaurant, she brought her parents—and her childhood sweetheart—along with her. The moment my mother-in-law saw it, she slammed her hand on the table, furious. "Tyler, do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Is all this really necessary just for a meal? "Megan pinches every penny at home, and here you are throwing money around outside—just to show off?" Embarrassed, I tried to explain that this was simply a token of my love for Megan. My father-in-law, however, kept a stern face. "No matter how expensive the car is, it's still going to get stuck in traffic during rush hour! It's not even as useful as the electric scooter Brandon gave her. If you ask me, you didn't put any real thought into this. "Oh, right. I heard the salesperson who sold you the car was introduced by Brandon. How exactly are you planning to repay that favor? No matter how busy you are with work, you can't just push everything onto Brandon to handle for you." I could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So that was what this was really about. They were still holding a grudge because a week ago, when my father-in-law had twisted his back, I hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him. But at the time, I had been busy cleaning up the mess Brandon Hayes had caused for the company. I'd even kept him out of prison. Yet, instead of gratitude, they were turning the blame on me. After a long silence, my wife finally looked at me. "Tyler, transfer ten percent of the company's shares to Brandon as repayment." "And if I don't?" My father-in-law barked angrily, "Then I'll have Megan divorce you!" I laughed. Then I calmly pulled a divorce agreement from my pocket and placed it on the table. "Go ahead," I said. "Sign it."

When Tessa Shoreman read Henry Jennings' cancer report, she immediately paid her hard-earned money of sixty thousand to the hospital. She had saved the money from working part-time while she was in university. However, she was worried the money was not enough, so she held back her fear as she sold a kidney to the black market to get more. As she walked to the ward door with a heavy bag filled with cash, she heard shrill laughter coming from inside. "That cheap woman, Tessa Shoreman, got tricked by us again. Haha!" Tessa's hand gave pause right when she was about to push the door open. What did he mean by saying she was tricked? Tessa looked through the glass on the door to see inside the ward. When she left, the man looked extremely weak, but he was now sitting up lazily in bed. Henry had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was blowing smoke rings nonchalantly. He did not look like a cancer patient at all. "It's been two years, and that woman still has no idea." "If she hadn't beaten Serene to first place, Henry would never have left behind his life as a rich heir and planned such an elaborate scheme to become a working-class man living in a cheap rental home. The way that cheap, penniless woman looks at Henry is so amusing." "We agreed that the punishment ends when Henry and Serene get engaged. It looks like time is almost up. We've probably punished her 108 times in the past two years." "The first time was lying to her that Henry didn't have a suit for a job interview. She worked tirelessly for 72 hours straight before she earned enough money for one, but that suit was given to the domestic help to use as a cleaning cloth. The second time was tricking her into believing Henry had a high fever. She forfeited during the finals of a scientific research competition to race home and take care of Henry in the hospital…" "Sigh. Too bad it's coming to an end. I'm going to miss entertaining myself with her."

There is something in the rain. At the very beginning of the rainy season, same nightmare hunts Luisa every night. A dream that lies between reality and fantasy. Sa tuwing umuulan ay may bigat siyang nararamdaman na hindi maipaliwanag ng dalaga. Isang panaginip na gumugulo sa tahimik niyang isipan. Ngunit isang gabi, nagbago ang lahat ng iyon nang mag-krus ang kanilang landas ng isang binata. He is the mysterious guy who she often caught standing in front of her house at midnight every single time the rain pours. Noong una ang akala niya ay masamang loob. Ngunit lumipas ang mga gabi, sa maraming beses itong bumabalik doon at tila naghihintay. Curiosity kicks in. Isang gabi nang maabutan niya ulit ang lalaki sa tapat ng kanyang bahay, naglakas-loob nang lapitan ni Luisa ito. Nang gabing iyon ay nakilala niya si Levi. He is waiting for someone. Iyon ang dahilan kung bakit ito naroon at madalas maghintay. Lumipas ang mga araw at linggo, sa tuwing bumubuhos ang ulan, palagi pa rin niyang natatagpuan doon si Levi. Hanggang isang gabi ay pasukin ng masamang loob ang bahay ni Luisa, nanganib ang kanyang buhay, at ang unang nagligtas sa kanya ay walang iba kung hindi si Levi. Mulan ang gabing iyon, mula sa pagtayo nito sa labas ay tuluyan nang binuksan ni Luisa ang pinto ng kanyang tahanan sa binata. Luisa finally found a friend and comfort in Levi. Pakiramdam niya ay nagkaroon ng kulay ang buhay niyang puno ng kalungkutan at katanungan. Hanggang sa tuluyan nahulog ang puso ni Luisa kay Levi. Nagkaroon ng kabuluhan ang lahat nang masuklian ng binata ang kanyang damdamin. Sa gitna ng masaya at bagong pag-ibig, paano kung malaman ni Luisa isang umaga na ang lahat tungkol kay Levi ay hindi totoo?

Tahimik ang mansyon. Tahimik… maliban sa mahinang iyak ni Princess sa bisig ko—isang buwang gulang, walang alam, walang kasalanan. Pero siya ang unang nasaktan sa lahat ng ‘to. Siya ang naiipit sa pagitan ng dalawang taong hindi na alam kung paano magmahal nang sabay. Nakaluhod ako sa harap ni Elise. Mahigpit ang hawak ko sa laylayan ng bestida niya, parang batang takot na maiwan sa dilim. Nanginginig ang labi ko, pinipigilan ang mga luhang ayaw na sanang lumabas—pero hindi ko na kayang kontrolin. “Please, Elise…” garalgal kong pakiusap. “’Wag mo kaming iwan. Hindi ko alam kung paano palalakihin si Princess nang wala ka. Hindi ko alam kung paano mamuhay kung wala kayo…” Pero wala. Wala siyang emosyon. Wala siyang luha. Matigas ang titig niya, parang ako pa ang mali. Bitbit niya ang maleta niya—hindi lang punô ng damit, kundi punô ng lahat ng alaala namin. Lahat ng pangarap. Lahat ng ‘akala ko tayo.’ “Hindi ko ‘to pinlano, Levi,” mahina niyang sagot. “Pero kailangan kong piliin ang sarili ko. Pagod na akong umasa. Pagod na akong maging pangalawa sa trabaho mo, sa mundo mo. Hindi ko kayang maging ina habang ako mismo’y hindi buo.” Gumuho ako. Literal. Napayuko ako habang yakap ko si Princess, habang nararamdaman ko ang init ng iyak niya sa dibdib ko. Halik ako nang halik sa noo niya, para bang kaya kong takpan ng pagmamahal ang kawalan ng ina niya. “Anak mo ‘to, Elise. Anak natin…” pabulong kong daing. “Kung hindi mo na ako kayang mahalin… kahit siya na lang. Kahit siya. ‘Wag mong iwan ang anak mo…” Pero wala. Ni hindi siya lumapit. Ni hindi siya tumingin. Tumalikod siya, dala ang katahimikang mas malakas pa sa kahit anong sigaw ng pagtanggi. "Ayoko na" mahina niyang sabi at hinila ang maleta palabas ng mansion.

While studying abroad, I move into a shared apartment. Not a single day goes by without my housemate, Stuart Harper, calling himself some variation of a sweet, brave, and responsible guy. On the very first day he moves in, he hires workers to take out the insulation from the walls. I confront him about it, but he simply grins at me and proudly boasts about his decision. "That was all just some shoddy foam that the construction workers padded the walls with. Not only was it useless, but it was even taking up so much space. The fact that I forked out my own money to get rid of it proves that I'm such a sweet and responsible guy!" With a scowl on my face, I explain to Stuart the purpose of having proper insulation. He immediately leans in close with an admiring gaze. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea! I just wanted to do something nice for us. What should I do now? You have to help me think of something!" I naively assume Stuart just lacks common sense and doesn't act with malice. Thus, I willingly enter into a cycle of always cleaning up after his messes. One day, I get a fever. He ends up buying a secondhand electric slow cooker and declares he's going to take care of me by cooking me soup. My head throbs as I quickly put a stop to his attempt to heat the electric slow cooker on the induction stove. I tell him to let me catch a nap before I teach him how to cook later. But not long after I fall asleep, he secretly sticks the electric slow cooker into the microwave to heat it up. The microwave explodes. As the flames start to spread, Stuart screams and dashes out of the apartment at once. The fire alarm wakes me up. I try to evacuate the burning building, only to find that Stuart has locked the door from the outside. In the end, the fire burns me to a crisp. After that, however, he starts twisting things around. He goes online and says with a helpless expression, "My housemate set the apartment on fire while cooking. I'm the one who had to call the fire department on his behalf, and I even had to compensate the landlord for him. I'm definitely the sweetest, bravest, and most responsible guy to ever live!" As the online community proceeds to condemn me, Stuart uses the attention and publicity to go viral as a content creator. Some time later, my eyes open again. This time, I'm going to roast him good.