Chapter 871: Is Aunt Julie Turned Lesbian?

Black silk robe cinched tight at the waist, hair loose and dark, moving like shadow itself. She paused every few steps, head tilted, listening. Her hand hovered near something concealed at her hip—knife? Gun? I couldn’t tell through the overlay, but the intent radiated off her in cold waves.

I clamped my hand over Julie’s mouth before she could moan again. Her eyes widened in surprise, then sparkled with wicked understanding.

With my free hand, I gestured sharply at Marina—quiet, finger to lips. She froze mid-touch, breath hitching.

I leaned in, lips brushing both their ears in turn, voice the barest thread of sound:

"Yuko. She’s right outside the door."

Julie’s pussy clenched hard around my cock—violent, involuntary, a hot ripple that made my shaft throb painfully inside her. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, pupils blown wide with sudden, filthy thrill.

She peeled my hand off her mouth just enough to whisper back, voice trembling with excitement:

"Why don’t you become invisible...?"

She rocked her hips once—tiny, teasing—milking me deeper.

"I felt it. Your cock just twitched so fucking hard inside me the second you saw her. Are you excited to play with Yuko... aren’t you? Let me give Yuko a surprise, husband."

Marina’s nails dug into my thigh—jealous, possessive—but she stayed silent, watching us both with a mix of fury and arousal.

Outside, Yuko had stopped directly in front of our door.

I pushed my

Telepathy

outward, slipping into the surface of her thoughts like cool water:

[...searched the entire house... didn’t find Jack or that Marina... even Aunt Julie is missing... where have they all gone at this hour...?]

[...only room left... old lady sleeping in one... Ema and Eva in another... guest room is ours... this is the last one...]

[...does that mean Jack and Marina are together in here...? NO. I will not jump to conclusions. I need to see with my own eyes. If I find Jack really cheating on my sister... I will kill him. No hesitation.]

Her thoughts were razor-sharp—cold fury wrapped around iron loyalty. And underneath it all, a flicker of something darker: curiosity, maybe even twisted fascination.

I focused inward and activated

Invisibility

.

My body shimmered once—then vanished completely.

Gone from sight.

But not from sensation.

My cock stayed buried inside Julie—thick, pulsing, invisible now but no less real. She gasped softly at the sudden feeling of being filled by nothing she could see. Her inner walls spasmed again, fluttering wildly around the invisible intrusion.

Julie bit her lip to stifle a moan, then whispered so low only we could hear:

"Perfect... now stay perfectly still, my invisible husband..."

She lifted herself just enough that only the head remained inside her—then sank back down slowly, deliberately, letting every inch disappear into her dripping cunt while remaining completely silent.

Marina’s eyes were wide and glittering with a feral mix of jealousy, lust, and wicked mischief as she leaned in impossibly close to Julie’s ear, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin like a teasing lick.

"If she opens that door... she’ll see you riding thin air, you filthy slut—your dripping cunt stretched wide around nothing visible, clenching and leaking like a desperate whore. And she’ll smell us. All of us—the thick musk of your soaked pussy, my throbbing clit dripping honey, and his cock still reeking of that lawyer bitch’s gaping asshole, smeared with cum, piss, and sweat."

I gripped Julie’s waist hard, my fingers digging into her soft, yielding flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her core as her inner walls pulsed greedily around my invisible cockj. My gaze locked on the door, heart pounding with raw adrenaline-fueled arousal.

Through my

AI Lens

, I could see Yuko crouching low, her dark eye pressed hungrily to the keyhole, her full lips parted slightly as she strained to peer inside. But the bed was angled off to the side, not in a straight line with the peephole—frustrating her view, giving her only teasing glimpses of bare skin, heaving breasts, and the obscene, rhythmic movements that hinted at something utterly depraved.

Sure enough, her thoughts flooded my mind, laced with confusion, suspicion, and an undercurrent of forbidden heat that made my cock twitch harder inside Julie:

[I can’t see a damn thing clearly... but I heard that faint murmur... wet, slutty sounds like flesh slapping flesh... should I crack the door slightly? There’s definitely someone in there—the lights are on, focus, Yuko—confirm if that bastard Jack is cheating...]

A surge of filthy inspiration hit me. I grabbed Marina’s hips roughly, yanking her fully on top of me in one possessive pull—her naked body slamming against my invisible chest, her massive tits squashing flat against me like warm, pillowy cushions, nipples diamond-hard and scraping my skin with every ragged breath.

And Julie draped the blanket on my legs and covered her back slightly so that Yuko won’t see her hovering...

Julie’s slick, swollen pussy lips parted instinctively, grinding wetly against the base of my cock where it vanished into Julie’s greedy hole, coating everything in a fresh layer of her arousal.

Marina let out a deep, throaty moan—"Aaaaah..."—her voice breaking into a needy whimper as her clit throbbed against me, her ass cheeks clenching and spreading slightly, exposing her tight pink pucker to the air.

The sound of the door creaking open—just a narrow sliver, barely two inches—echoed like a forbidden invitation.

Sure enough, the next second, I caught the gleam of Yuko’s wide, shocked eye peeking through the gap, her breath hitching audibly as she took in the scene.

From her limited angle, it was pure erotic chaos: Julie sitting upright, her nightie hiked up like a desperate whore, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening, she rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles—her clit swollen and peeking out, begging for touch.

Marina sprawled face-down on top, her back arched sluttily, ass raised high and jiggling with every shift, tits mashed against an unseen force, her thighs spread wide enough that Yuko could glimpse the slick trail of pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets.

Yuko’s thoughts exploded in my head, a torrent of disbelief, arousal, and dark fascination:

[What the fuck...? Aunt Julie... and that Marina...? But look at those fat tits bouncing, nipples stiff as bullets... Marina’s ass cheeks spreading, that tight hole winking... fuck, I can see her pussy lips twitching, leaking like a faucet... is Aunt Julie turned lesbian?]

[Haruna mentioned she divorced that pathetic husband after he got busted for rape—turned out he was gay all along, hiding his sick secrets. Now Aunt Julie’s diving into pussy?]