Chapter 227 - 228: Take Notes

Chapter 227: Chapter 228: Take Notes

"Eager to get fucked, are you? Beg for it then—you need to properly convince me if you want me to give it to you," Owen teased with a wicked grin, giving her soft cheek a sharp, playful slap before casting a side-long glance toward the man who was silently grunting and gritting his teeth in the dark stall.

"Ngnn... yesh... ahn, ahnn... please, please fuck me right now, Savior! My husband at home is so utterly pathetic and useless in bed that he could never hope to satisfy a real woman. Look at me—I’m already soaking wet and overflowing down here," she cried out shamelessly, deliberately turning her masked head toward the direction of the trapped husband for a brief, agonizing moment before splitting her legs wide apart. She proudly displayed her swollen, dripping slit, letting the viscous juices gleam under the lantern light.

"Good girl, you know exactly what to say to earn your reward. Since you’re being so honest about your deep hungers, I’ll give you exactly what you’re craving," Owen murmured, reaching down to grab her heavy, rounded hips. He slowly dragged his thick, throbbing erection up and down her slick trench, making her whimper with anticipation.

"B-Both of you... are seriously going to do that right out here in the open...?" The man inside the stall gasped, his voice trembling in sheer disbelief. The viewing aperture was deliberately carved to be small and isolated, ensuring that the primary view lined up directly with his specific compartment—almost as if the entire spectacle had been custom-made exclusively for him.

"What’s the matter, don’t you want to watch? Consider this an exclusive masterclass in female satisfaction. Be grateful that I’m treating you to a VIP front-row seat while the others only get the sidelines," Owen taunted smoothly, reveling in the psychological torment. How could anyone be so ungrateful when handed such a magnificent visual feast?

"Ahhn... ahnn... please don’t hesitate for another second, Savior! Fuck me hard, use me however you like—I’m your willing little slut, and I’ll spread my pussy wide... only for you," she panted, reaching up to twist her hair into a tight, neat ponytail.

"And please, grab my hair tightly. Ride me hard... ahn, ahn... don’t hold back at all, Savior. I’m here to finally give my starving pussy the treatment it deserves." Even behind the mask, her eyes shone with an ecstatic, starry-glazed fervor as she practically offered herself up on a silver platter.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Good slut. Now, let’s put on a real show and teach our dear spectator how a woman is truly meant to be conquered." Owen roughly aligned his rigid cock with her soaked entrance, a movement that made the watching husband swallow a massive lump of pure dread in his throat.

Even now, the man desperately wanted to cling to denial—he didn’t know the exact identity of the woman on stage, and the rational part of his brain kept whispering that the chances of her being his own wife were practically zero.

’This has to be some kind of elaborate village theater... a bizarre psychological festival ritual meant to teach our wives how to make their husbands happier at home. Yes, that has to be it... and our real wives are probably just sitting safely back in the main audience far away,’ he thought frantically, trying every mental gymnastics trick possible to convince himself that his reality wasn’t actively shattering.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngnn... ahn, ahn... thank you, Savior! Ahh! Ah!!" She shrieked with unadulterated delight as the first three devastatingly deep thrusts slammed straight into her womb without a single second of hesitation or delay. It was raw, uninhibited fucking right from the very first strike!

"See this, gentlemen? This is how a real man completely conquers a woman. Heh, and don’t think for a second she’s faking these cries—just listen to that genuinely filthy, slutty voice. That right there is the undeniable sound of a woman who is finally being properly satisfied," Owen taunted, yanking upward on her ponytail to force her head back, exposing her throat while simultaneously bringing his heavy hand down to smack her exposed rear end with a resounding crack.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Nghh! Ahh! Ahnn! Yesh... I love it when you play rough, Savior... this is how a woman was always meant to be treated... ahn, ahn, I love it so much!" Her voice was completely saturated with frantic ecstasy. Across the viewing gallery, several other husbands felt a sharp, burning pang of intense jealousy clawing at their chests. Owen wasn’t lying—that level of raw, unfiltered vocalization could never be faked.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Huppp! Look at that! Your tight little pussy is practically clamping down around my shaft just knowing that someone else is watching us?! Heh, you really are a slut on an entirely different level!" Owen could clearly see her pale skin turning a brilliant, flushed red across her abused ass cheeks, but he had zero intention of slowing down. He was going to push this all the way to the edge.

"Ngn! Ahnn... I want him to see! I want him to know this is the absolute end of our pathetic lie... ahn, ahn!" In the heat of her climax, she made the final, irreversible mental break. It was time to choose: either cling to a dead, burning ember of mediocre marital love, or embrace the overwhelming reality of a real man’s raw dominance.

That old, suffocating domestic love had never once come close to properly scratching the deep itch inside her pussy—and that was a simple, undeniable biological fact.

"What the hell... how could any woman say something like that..." Inside his private stall, the husband felt an agonizing wave of crushing loneliness wash over him. He still didn’t recognize the masked woman’s face, but every cruel word cut through him like a blade.

"Ngn!! Ah! Ahn... Savior... ahnn, pound me harder, hit those deep spots!... don’t you dare stop... fuck me like your favorite broken toy... ahn!" She let out another piercing shriek, finally allowing every single year of pent-up emotional and physical frustration to erupt in a wild frenzy of abandon.

"Heh, then let’s show him what true, passionate lovemaking looks like. This is the ultimate lesson on how to properly worship and satisfy a mature MILF!" Owen roared like a beast as his hips surged forward with relentless, animalistic fury.

"Ngnn! I’m cumming, Savior, please don’t hate me for being such an uncontrollable squirter!"

"Hah, hate you? I love it when you make a glorious mess. Come on, let’s hit our peak together and give our audience a grand finale they’ll never forget."

Spurtt! Spurtt! Spurtt!

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

A massive, pressurized wave of female love juices sprayed wildly across the wooden stage, splashing against the surrounding walls and soaking the floorboards. The watching husband stared through the tiny peephole with wide, unblinking eyes, watching the violent, geyser-like shower erupting directly from her core. It was his very first time witnessing such an extreme, visceral display of female climax.

It was an absolute torrent of fluid—yet staring at it paralyzed him completely, his mind refusing to process how human biology could possibly produce such a spectacle.

Plop...

Slpurttt...

"Hmm... a truly magnificent performance right there, my devoted little plaything. Heh, you’re making your Savior immensely proud tonight," Owen praised with a satisfied smirk, giving her reddened ass a final, affectionate slap as she finally collapsed completely onto the floor. She lay sprawled out flat on her stomach, her face buried against the wood while her round rear end remained blissfully elevated, dripping with a thick, mingled pool of fresh cum and spent juices.

"Did you all see that? I bet that’s the absolute first time any of you pathetic cowards ever witnessed a real woman properly squirt from pure pleasure. Heh, but don’t worry—take notes, because that is how it’s supposed to be done," Owen announced proudly, standing tall and imposing over her prone form, his thick cock still rigid and pulsing with leftover energy as if the marathon session had barely even winded him.