Luis sat with his legs spread apart in his office chair, savoring this exquisite moment.
His rigid cock throbbed with excitement, the slit wide open as gushes of scorching semen erupted forth. The first spurt was especially forceful, already splashing onto Nancyâs face.
Next came her thighs, her calves, and even her blackâstockinged jade feet were sullied, the sheer fabric stained.
The sudden sound of the door opening startled them both. They turned in panic and saw it was Blanche. Their minds instantly began to buzz.
What made their heads truly go numb was the figure standing farther down the hallway, clearly watching the scene inside the office from a distance.
White suit trousers paired with a grey shirt, a casual yet tasteful combination. That posture and hairstyle left no doubt: it was Daniel.
From afar, his expression was impossible to make out. All they knew was that Daniel kept watching, standing rooted in place without the slightest reaction.
The two adulterers were shocked. There was no need to say it, he must have seen everything. Even if they hadnât been caught in the very act of sex, what difference did this scene make from being caught in bed?
Blancheâs face flushed crimson in an instant, but her reflexes were quick. She stepped inside at once, closing the door behind her and locking it.
In the final sliver of the closing door, both could still see Daniel clearly, still watching from afar, still making no move.
Their heartbeats skyrocketed. Luis, at least, had the comfort of knowing about the Persona tag, but Nancy paled instantly, thrown into the same flustered, disoriented panic as if she had been caught redâhanded.
"Have you two lost your minds? How could you be so reckless?"
After shutting the door, Blanche chided with a coquettish tone, "Of all the places to play, why here? What if someone discovered you?"
They had already been discovered, but there was no need to explain that to her.
By speaking this way, Blanche was knowingly acknowledging their affair, a way to draw them closer and imply a more intimate connection.
Nancy was still somewhat embarrassed. The semen dripping down her face left her at a loss. Flustered, she stammered, "Teacher Blanche, I, I need to go wash my face first."
She tried to hurry away in her panic, but Luis grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace. Then, using his hand, he smeared the semen evenly over her jadeâlike thighs, and scraped what was on her face to spread it over her breasts.
The act was obscene beyond words, utterly lewd. Nancy felt intensely ashamed, unable to suppress a bashful, coy demeanor.
But for Luis to dare perform such a vulgar act right in front of her... a womanâs intuition is piercingly accurate. In that instant, she shot a glance at Blanche, her eyes filled with questioning suspicion.
"You! You big pervert!"
Nancy turned and swatted Luis once more, already sensing the truth dawning in her heart.
Blancheâs face reddened. She was a clever woman; she didnât need to ask to know that Nancy had figured it out.
Now Blanche was the one feeling guilty. Even though the other pair were also engaged in an illicit relationship, her own act of poaching was impossible to justify.
For a moment, Blanche also grew uneasy. Softly, she said, "Nancy, Iâm sorry!"
"What are you apologizing for? Iâm not his wife. Save your apologies for when you meet my sister. Besides, what right do I have to judge?"
The fairyâlike sisterâinâlaw was clearly jealous. She murmured, "Iâm still a married woman, after all. Teacher Blanche is single. Honestly, Iâm in no position to laugh at you."
Blanche offered an awkward smile. Luis held his enchanting sisterâinâlaw close, his mind racing even as he continued to caress her beautiful breasts with relish, wanting to kiss her.
Nancy, sulking, turned her face away. Luis kissed her ear instead and whispered tenderly, "Getting jealous already?"
"Yes, Iâm jealous. Who told you to be such a womanizer?"
Nancy gave a haughty, disdainful hum.
Luis replied gently, "Youâre right, I am a womanizer. But I love you. Honestly, if it were any other woman, Iâd probably try to hide it from you. But Teacher Blanche is one of your few real friends. Iâll respect your feelings."
"You two sneaking around behind my back, you call that respecting me?"
Nancy snorted arrogantly, though her attitude had already softened. She leaned limply against her brotherâinâlawâs chest, only putting up a stubborn, prideful front.
Deep down, she wasnât really surprised. Though Teacher Blanche wasnât the sort of materialistic "green tea" type, her life hadnât been easy either.
Her brotherâinâlaw was so exceptional, gentle, wealthy, and considerate. Honestly, it wouldnât be strange for any woman to fall for him.
That bitch Chloe was just the same. Originally, it was just about paying her back for past slights, but now sheâs stopped even discussing the arrangement money and just clings to him, filling Nancy with a constant sense of insecurity.
"We havenât been sneaking around!"
By now, Luis had her psychology all figured out. He lifted her up and said, "Teacher Blanche and I havenât slept together. We havenât made love."
"Who do you think youâre fooling!"
Nancy naturally didnât believe it. They were both adults; when emotions run high, sex is a normal outcome.
Forget booking a hotel, doing it in a car or even outdoors was common enough. Young people these days were so open, let alone her lustâdriven brotherâinâlaw and the mature, sensual Teacher Blanche.
"Do you think Iâd need to lie to you about this?"
Luis murmured softly, "Iâm rather shameless. If it had really happened, I wouldnât hesitate to admit it."
"How honest of you."
Nancy rolled her eyes, then turned a skeptical gaze toward Blanche, who stood to the side.
Earlier, caught with her clothes in disarray, she had been terrified. Now, however, she carried herself like the rightful primary woman, facing Blanche withćŠç¶poise in her semenâsmeared, wanton state.
It was both a challenge and a declaration of sovereignty. The older sisterâinâlaw, already deeply entangled, displayed a touch of girlish willfulness.
Blancheâs expression remained calm. She gritted her teeth and said, "Nancy, I truly am sorry to you. But I swear what your brotherâinâlaw says is true. I havenât had sex with him."
"That... that canât be possible!"
Nancy was naturally doubtful. On one side was her brotherâinâlaw, who was like a stud bull, and on the other was a charming, experienced young widow in her prime, how could that rascal of a brotherâinâlaw possibly resist?
Blanche gradually relaxed. After a momentâs thought, she walked over and drew close to the pair. Looking at Nancy, she said quietly, "I can swear an oath."
Swearing an oath... how antiquated. And how many people still put faith in such things anyway?
But then Blanche continued, "If I have ever had intercourse with Luis, may my daughter and I both die horrible deaths."
"Ah..."
This time, it was Nancyâs turn to be stunned. She knew about the complicated circumstances of Blancheâs family. That strong womanâs only vulnerability was her beloved daughter.
That girl was her life, her entire world. For her daughter, she would sacrifice anything. To invoke her daughter in an oath was to touch her absolute. She embodied true maternal strength, she would rather die herself than let her child come to harm.
To swear upon her daughter was a pledge more lethal than suicide, and it spoke volumes of her sincerity.