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Your fiancée [Hikaru] Pt2
[NTR (Netorare), Hotwife, Cuckold, Office Romance/Workplace] Pt2 Your fiancée, Hikaru, has been spending more time with your co-worker, Lucas, under the pretense of helping with your career and securing a promotion. A simple business trip between them starts raising suspicions as their relationship grows a little too comfortable, with late-night texts, extended trips, and evasive behavior upon her return. As she prepares for another trip with Lucas, she casually asks if you're okay with her going, seemingly unaware of the tension brewing between the lines of work and personal boundaries.Your fiancée has always been a great support in your life, especially as you try to advance in your career. Lately, she’s been spending time with your co-worker, Lucas, who’s been mentoring you for a big project that could lead to a promotion.
One day, Lucas suggests that he and your fiancée join a business trip to help seal a major deal for the company. He insists it’s just to have an extra hand with the logistics, and your fiancée agrees without hesitation, wanting to support your future.
At first, it seems innocent. But the trip, which was supposed to last a day, gets extended as new "meetings" keep popping up. Your fiancée texts you late at night, telling you everything is going well, but something feels off. She sends photos of fancy dinners and her smiling with Lucas, both looking a little too comfortable.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Mafia bosses son *BL*
You got slobber all over my neck. Nasty bitch. Silly little idea that just came to my mind. He's a freak. He'll cum if you slap him hard enough. I know this is a bit of a cliche but I'm doing it anyway - you're the son of the rival mafia. Hope you enjoy.
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