Chapter 322 - 328

"Hmm, whose slippers are these?" He frowned, noticing an unfamiliar pair left carelessly on the porch. "Did someone come over to visit—maybe a friend or something?" The design looked unmistakably like a man’s size...

Creak...

"Argh... what on earth is that smell?!" Brian instinctively covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve. The air inside was thick, heavy, and suffocating—a pungent blend of something raw, acidic, and a deeply familiar scent amplified a hundred times over.

"W-what the hell..." The bag of fresh fruit and the sweet surprise gift he had bought for her slipped from his numb fingers, crashing onto the hardwood floor. His eyes widened in sheer horror as he surveyed the living area, the dining table, and the kitchen beyond.

Every surface was covered in thick white fluid, pooled alongside glistening juices in virtually every corner. Nothing had been spared. Even the kitchen sink was overflowing with sticky, opaque residue.

"N-no... this can’t be happening." His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, clasping his head tightly in his hands as his face contorted in utter shock. He was no fool—he recognized that unmistakable stench. The sticky, abundant fluid was semen, and the surrounding pools of liquid were the unmistakable traces of squirt.

"This isn’t possible... what is all this...? Sylph! Where are you?! Please, tell me this is just a sick nightmare..."

Yet, to his utter shame, he felt a sudden, humiliating surge of heat between his legs. His penis was rapidly hardening inside his trousers. It was sickening, twisted, and deeply horrifying, but he couldn’t stop the primal rush of blood surging to his twig at the sheer visual overload.

"N-no... please, this isn’t real... please..." He staggered forward, catching himself on the wall as he heard rhythmic, wet sounds coming from the floor above. It was Sylph!

"Please... don’t do this. This is just a cruel joke. This can’t be reality..." Having lost all strength in his trembling legs, Brian began frantically crawling up the wooden staircase. All the while, a prominent bulge protruded against the fabric of his pants—a pathetic, involuntary erection forced by the overwhelming scene unfolding around him.

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn... I can’t feel my own body anymore, Quinn," Sylph whimpered breathlessly, her legs spread shamelessly wide as Quinn repeatedly plunged his hard shaft deep into her swollen, reddened cunt. Her head dangled over the edge of the mattress, her glassy eyes staring directly toward the bedroom door.

"Hmm? You mean you can’t take any more? I can hear someone coming up the stairs from below..."

"Ahh... ahn... yes... it’s my sweet husband. Brian is home... eheh..."

"Then don’t hold anything back. Show him your magnificent squirt the moment he walks through that door." Quinn dispersed his clones with a wave of his hand. It would probably break the poor man’s mind entirely if he walked in to see five identical Quinns simultaneously fucking his wife through her pussy, asshole, mouth, and hands... that would just be too brutal...

Creak...

The bedroom door finally swung open, and Brian’s eyes locked onto the nightmarish spectacle before him.

"Ngnn! Ahhn! I’m cumming, my true sex partner!"

Sylph stared directly at Brian’s pale face, heart-shaped pupils practically visible in her blissed-out eyes. A massive, violent gush of squirt erupted from her body right as Quinn rode her down to the hilt, his thick shaft fully embedded in her lower mouth while she erupted around him!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

"N-no... please, this isn’t real. Tell me this is a joke..." Brian couldn’t stop himself from dragging his trembling hands down his face, hot tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.

"Ngn... ahn... ahn... dear. You’re finally home... eheh. I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get a chance to prepare warm bathwater for you today..." She was panting heavily, her flushed face radiating nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"I’m blowing another massive load deep inside your pussy, Sylph! Hehe, you really know how to milk me completely dry!"

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Quinn pumped another heavy load of cum straight into her womb. He had already lost count of how many times he had finished inside her throughout the day; literally gallons of hot seed had already been showered over her squirming body.

"Ahh, what a magnificent pussy... it’s gotten so loose and pliable, but it still feels absolute bliss." Quinn finally pulled his long dick out, revealing a glistening 10-inch shaft that glistened in the dim light. Brian stared in wide-eyed, stunned silence at the enormous size of the weapon as Quinn slowly shifted his weight over her trembling chest.

"Oh, brother, you’re back. Sorry for the absolute disaster in your bedroom... But you see, this is just what happens when two people are truly, deeply in love." Quinn casually rested the head of his cock against Sylph’s lips.

He didn’t even need to ask her. Sylph immediately opened her mouth and began eagerly licking his shaft clean, paying absolutely no mind to her heartbroken husband standing right in front of them.

"Q-quinn...? What... what are you doing...?" Brian stammered, his mind completely unable to process the horrific scene. If the downstairs living room was a mess, the bedroom was entirely destroyed. The wooden bed frame had collapsed under the weight of their wild passion, the mattress knocked sideways onto the floor—yet they continued their filthy deed without missing a single beat. The atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly dense, heavy with the overwhelming stench of cum and piss dripping off every surface. Even the bedside lamp was steadily dripping with white fluid.

"What do you mean, brother? I’m fucking Sylph because she begged me to fuck her."

"N-no! What the hell... is this?! You... you monster... I treated you like my own brother... and this is how you repay me?!" Brian screamed, his emotions erupting as he desperately wished he could kill the man where he stood... yet his body remained utterly paralyzed, frozen in place by the sheer shock and his own humiliating arousal.

"Tell him the truth, Sylph. Show him I’m not some brute, and that I’d never force myself on my brother’s woman."

"Yesh... just let me clean your wonderful cock first... eheh, this cock is my top priority now."