Chapter 36: My Fiancé Is Asleep at Home Right Now

Chapter 36: 36: My Fiancé Is Asleep at Home Right Now

Hana lived in an apartment complex a little way from the office.

Come to think of it, Barry had once bragged about buying an apartment near work.

Near a subway station in K city. Something in the thousand square foot range, if I remembered correctly.

Naturally, he hadn’t bought it with his own money. His parents must have helped.

That hadn’t stopped him from comparing himself to renters like me and acting as though he’d already won at life.

For almost a month, he came over whenever he was bored and talked about nothing but his apartment...

Thinking about it again was irritating.

Of course, buying a place hadn’t inspired him to invite me to a housewarming party.

I’d heard he had invited the department head and some higher-ranking people and treated them well.

Meanwhile, he barely acknowledged low-level employees like me.

Not that I would have gone even if that obnoxious bastard had invited me.

Thanks to that, I had never known where his precious apartment actually was...

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ K city Forest Novel Apartments, Phase 3, Building 304.

╰─

...I certainly hadn’t expected to learn the address from the fiancée I’d met through a secret account.

I was so taken aback that I asked first.

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Is it really okay to send me your home address like this?

│ You’re my Master, so it’s okay.

╰─

"..."

For someone so timid, you do some astonishing things, Hana.

’Even so, aren’t you trusting me too much?’

’What would you do if I were genuinely a bad man?’

I was starting to worry.

Was this truly safe in a world like ours?

’It’s okay.’

’I trust you, Master.’

’And if you.’

’really are a bad person...’

If I am?

’I might like that even more...’

"..."

...She was going to be all right, wasn’t she?

I started worrying about Hana in earnest.

***

╭─ [TwiXter — Direct Messages]

│ Basement Level 3, Pillar B.

│ I’ll meet you there.

╰─

She had invited me to her home, but the actual meeting point was the underground parking garage.

She apparently assumed I owned a car and had even sent detailed instructions for visitor parking.

Being broke, I walked to the apartment complex underground parking.

I kept that part secret from Hana.

"Hmm..."

I waited in a corner of the garage, looking at my phone.

"Ah... Master."

Hana approached from a distance.

She wore pajamas and a mask.

After glancing around to see whether anyone was watching, she hurried to my side and pulled the mask off.

"Have you... been waiting long?"

"Not really."

About ten minutes or less.

"That’s a relief... I said I’d come straight down, but the elevator took forever."

Hana exhaled deeply.

"I’m sorry for calling you so suddenly... and this late."

It had been almost ten at night when Hana sent the DM.

Now it was eleven.

Considering tomorrow was a weekday, it was an absurdly late hour to arrange a meeting.

"I was a little surprised when you called me out of nowhere."

"Ah... I-I’m sorry..."

"It’s fine. Luckily, I had time tonight."

Maybe satisfying Selena at lunch had helped.

Manager Selena hadn’t asked to meet again this evening.

That left me free.

"But..."

I slipped an arm around Hana’s shoulders.

Seeing her dressed in pajamas was already turning me on.

"You still need to be punished for ordering your Master to come whenever you call."

"Ah..."

Hana flinched. Her face reddened as she turned away. Though I don’t know if it’s because of shyness or something else.

"P-punished...?"

"That’s right."

"What kind of punishment...?"

Wasn’t it obvious?

***

I dragged Hana into a secluded corner of the underground parking and pushed her against the wall.

At the same time, I kissed her and began feeling over her body.

"Open your mouth."

"Mm...!"

When I kissed her, she squeezed her eyes shut and accepted my tongue.

She frowned as though she disliked it and moved her head weakly from side to side, but there was no real determination in her resistance.

While I kissed her hard, my hands moved lower.

Hana was wearing pajamas.

More specifically, a thin, body-hugging pajama dress that looked like one of those ribbed bodycon dress with a cropped cardigan.

She had thrown a single outer layer over it and nothing else.

It looked as though she had been preparing for bed and rushed out at the last moment.

I stroked the silky dress and gradually moved my hands down.

The fabric felt good against my palms.

Hana twisted and tried halfheartedly to evade my hands.

Useless.

I touched exactly where I wanted.

Her resistance had never been strong to begin with.

Naturally.

This was professional wrestling.

A gift for Hana, who enjoyed rape and force play.

Only after kissing her roughly for a long while did I pull away.

"Haah... Master..."

Hana looked up at me. Her face was bright red, and saliva gleamed around her lips.

There was something strange in her eyes.

As though she’d been waiting for this all along.

And as though she still wanted more.

"Haah... Master, not here..."

"Why not? No one’s coming."

It was an underground garage late at night.

The parking spaces were full, no one was passing through, and this corner was secluded enough that I was confident we wouldn’t be caught.

"Besides, isn’t this why you called me?"

"I-it wasn’t..."

Her lips seemed to form the word exactly, but the sound was too soft to hear.

She had clearly expected this.

I ran both hands over her, from her breasts down to her thighs, stimulating her entire body.

"Haah... Mm..."

Hana didn’t pull away. She let me touch her, twitching little by little beneath my hands.

"Being here like this makes me..."

"Makes you what?"

"It feels like... I’m really being attacked by a bad man."

"A real bad man?"

"And the clothes you’re wearing today..."

My clothes?

I glanced down at myself.

A tracksuit, top and bottom.

What was wrong with that?

I had pulled a baseball cap low and put on a black mask in case I happened to run into Barry.

Now that I looked at myself, I resembled a suspicious criminal in a movie more than someone out for exercise.

"You look like... a real rapist..."

"What kind of thing is that to say about someone’s clothes?"

Calling it a rapist outfit made it sound genuinely strange.

But Hana clearly liked it.

Her tastes were truly something else.

If this was what she wanted, I should play the rapist properly again.

"Lift your dress."

"...What?"

"I said lift the skirt. That dress."

I tugged at the hem.

The silk hugged her body tightly and fell all the way to her ankles.

It was wonderful for feeling her figure through the fabric, but unfortunately it made reaching her pussy difficult.

"H-here...?"

"Of course here. Why? Should we go outside and do it in the open?"

"Ah! N-no, no... I’ll take it off here. Here..."

Hana panicked.

Hmm. Given her tastes, I’d thought she might enjoy doing it openly outside.

Apparently she wasn’t interested in exhibitionism the way Selena was.

Come to think of it, the last place we’d used was a basement, and she had wanted to be abducted and confined.

Maybe she preferred being taken in enclosed, cramped places rather than exposed in public.

New information acquired.

Learning a woman’s tastes one by one was part of the fun of conquering her.

"But... this is a dress..."

"Who told you to take it all off? I’m going to touch your pussy, so pull the lower part up."

"Ah... Y-yes. All right..."

Hana bent cautiously and grasped the hem.

Because the fabric clung so tightly, it didn’t slide upward easily.

"Is... this enough?"

"Pull it all the way above your panties."

"M-my panties too?"

"What? Embarrassed? You had no trouble showing them to me in photos."

She happily sent me pictures of her underwear every morning, along with other suggestive shots.

Yet now she kept hesitating because we were in the parking garage.

"Ah..."

"You aren’t going to do it?"

Bang!

I struck the wall beside her face with my palm.

It was the classic wall-pin pose. The Kabedon.

Hana squeezed her eyes shut, then slowly opened them again.

When she saw my threatening face so close, her gaze darted away.

"I-I’ll do it..."

Why was her face suddenly even redder?

Had the wall pin actually excited her...?

"Ah...♡"

...Apparently so.

I’d tried to intimidate her for the rapist act and accidentally raised her affection instead.

Slowly, Hana pulled the dress up to her waist.

Her hips and panties emerged from beneath the hidden fabric.

Those panties...

They were the same obscene lingerie she’d worn the first time I saw her.

"You were coming, Master... so I changed into them."

Excellent preparation.

Good.

I reached out and touched the center of her panties.

Wet. Warm.

"Mm...!"

"You’re soaked."

As expected, she was already dripping.

Enough moisture had leaked through the fabric to leave visible streaks down her thighs.

I rubbed the wet cloth slowly.

"Mm... Haah...♡"

"You’ve been wet for a while."

"Yes..."

"Since when?"

"Mm... When I... came down here..."

"Down here?"

"I was already... like this while I was coming to meet you."

She had come downstairs with her pussy soaked from the start?

"Just thinking about meeting you, Master..."

"You abandoned your fiancé and came running to me?"

"Yes...!"

Her wet pussy twitched beneath the fabric.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and began stroking her directly.

"Mmnn...♡"

"What is your fiancé doing right now?"

Come to think of it, where was Barry?

Had he gone out drinking again, leaving the apartment empty like last time?

"He’s... asleep."

"Asleep?"

"Yes... at home..."

At home?

My hand stopped.

I’d naturally assumed she had invited me while Barry was away, just as before.

That was why I’d accepted such a late invitation.

But he was in the apartment right now?

Then Hana had called me here...while Barry was asleep inside?

"That’s why... you can come upstairs, Master...♡"

She wanted me to rape her in the same home where her fiancé was sleeping?