Chapter 53: Silly mistakes
LUST giggled softly, [You always amaze me Kenji, how could you let her know that paul called her when you aren’t even there]
[I guess I haven’t really been doing a great job at making you look smart— Mahahaha] Lust teased
I gritted my teeth with annoyance, her taunting definitely got to me. "Stop it already LUST, it’s just a minor mistake."
[Mahahajaja~] she still cackled at me.
Meanwhile through the monitor.
"Wait!!!" Paul said again as Sophia had made it to the door.
"Yes honey!" Sophia turned, her pupils widened slightly.
Paul gestured to his opened drawer, I pulled out a butt- plug. "Found this. These are yours? I told you to stop carrying this stuff around. Any idea why they are here?"
I’m guessing she was edging herself before she called me into the office.
She walked closer, hips swaying just enough. She took the plug from his hand, and fisted it tightly, then gave a soft, dismissive little laugh.
"Oh.. I must’ve forgotten it there but trust me I didn’t use it at all." She smiled, sweet and easy, while the memory of everything that played out on that very chair Paul sat on, still pulsed between her thighs.
Paul nodded, obliviously. "Weird Anyway, something just feels off."
He rocked once, and turned back to his computer, already dismissing the whole thing.
Sophia lingered a second longer, eyes drifting over the desk I had fucked her hard only hours earlier. A faint, private smile curved her lips as she turned to leave.
"See you during work close," she said softly.
The door closed behind her.
The leather was still faintly warm. A subtle scent he couldn’t quite place clung to it — skin, sex, Sophia’s perfume mixed with something darker. He frowned.
Paul shrugged out of his jacket, and sank into his chair. The seat that held his wife’s spread, cum- filled body less than an hour earlier now cradled him.
The moment his weight settled into the black leather, he totally knew something wasn’t right
He sat alone in the quiet office long after his wife left, his eyes kept drifting around the placement of how his office was. At first he had accepted her easy explanation.
But the office stench and wet shoe prints on the floor, the bag, and a butt plug, the more the details refused to fit.
He sniffed around.
"I think he’s noticing something LUST." I said, watching through the monitor.
Staring at the desk itself. The surface looked clean, but when he ran his palm across the polished wood he felt the faintest residual stickiness near the edge where someone might brace their hands.
"What is this!!?" Paul bent lower. The air still carried a ghost of her perfume mixed with sweat and sex.
He remembered how she had walked into the office earlier— cheeks still faintly flushed, the way she always kept a distance.
The realization hit harder every second. He replayed the way she’s been acting off recently, he’d always known Sophia to have a high libido but off recently she rejects having any kind of intimacy. The way she sometimes smelled faintly of a masculine exotic perfume when he kissed her on the cheek.
Paul’s suspicions thickened into something darker, heavier, almost tangible.
He reached out for his phone. Not to call Sophia this time. He opened the building’s security app instead, pulling up the camera feeds for his office.
The footage from earlier that morning loaded. He watched the timestamp.
I watched her go out. Then the door opened. watched her go in. Watched me follow right behind her.
[I edited an Ai version of you leaving seconds later]
"I figured, but—"
Paul’s expression stayed calm, but his eyes had gone cold and sharp.
"Isn’t that the same bag on Kenji’s waist that my wife said they belong to our corporate partner from PennyWells!?" He muttered, curling his fingers into a tight fist.
"Yes the bag.. it’s giving it all away. Hopefully not." I mumbled.
He simply sat there in the office, and let the heavy, burning suspicion settle deep in his guts.
I received a short text from Sophia, *we need to talk*
But I didn’t want to, so I ghosted her throughout the whole day.
I sped back home immediately when it was time to leave.
———
While in the room I received a short knock on the door.
"Dinner is ready Kenji.."
I stormed out moments later.
The table was set like always — roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, the good wine already poured.
That’s one thing I loved about Kim, she has every right to hire a chef but she chooses to do that herself.
My dad sat at the head, scrolling his phone with bites.
On the other hand, Mei looked like she was having a hard time, seeing her mom and I, in the same room with dad.
Sato looked up. "Pass the gravy, honey?"
Kim rose smoothly, rounded the table, and set the gravy bowl in front of him with careful hands. As she leaned, the neckline of her blouse dipped just enough.
I caught the deliberate way she held the position a second longer than necessary, giving me a clear view of her bra less cleavage.
When she straightened she glanced at me — just once — and the look was pure, quiet surrender. No defiance left.
What looked a bit strange was where my stepmom sat down for dinner.
Her usual spot was next to my dad but now Mei even sat closer than Kim did.
The family dinner table was quiet except for the soft clink of silverware.
The woman who dominates every room she enters. Tonight her posture was different.
Shoulders slightly rounded, eyes lowered whenever they met mine, lips parted just enough that I could see the tip of her tongue rest against her teeth.
Sato began talking about work. She nodded along, but her thighs kept pressing together under the table.
Every time I shifted in my chair she glanced up, then quickly looked away, a faint flush climbing her neck.
Halfway through the meal she stood to clear plates. As she leaned past me to take my empty dish, her breasts brushed my shoulder — deliberate, slow.
Kim’s breath hitched. When she whispered, "Need anything else...?" Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
[She’s submissive!!] that they even had LUST shocked.
But I didn’t answer, I just looked at her. That was enough. She swallowed, nodded once, and carried the plates away with her hips swaying more carefully than usual.
"Kenji! Goto told me about the game you won against him and Paul." Sato said with a proud laugh.
"Ahh— Really!" my eyes widened. "What did he tell you?"
"He said a lot of good things actually, he see a smarter, and better version of the man I am in you. But—"
"There’s a but?!"
"Yes. You’re way too ahead of your time, slow down Kenji. The patient dog gets the fattest bone."
"More like it dies from hunger." I scoffed.
"I agree with dad on this one too." Mei pitched in. "You’ve been super weird lately, Kenji."
I gave a nervous smile. "What do you mean?"
"You’re confident!! Never in my life did I know I’ll see a confident Kenji. You say things like you already know the outcome, like you know the future or maybe you’re from there. If that is even possible." She bluffed.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair cause I felt she was getting closer than ever, even though she didn’t find it possible.
"Stop with the nonsense, this isn’t some DC comic movie." I got up from my chair, and left hastily.
A soft knock came at my door twenty minutes later.
She didn’t wait for permission. The door creaked open and she stepped inside.
Closing it behind her with a quiet click.
She was still in the same dress from dinner, but the top buttons were undone, the fabric loose enough that the upper curves of her breasts were visible.
Her hair was down. Her eyes stayed on the floor for a long second before she forced them up to meet mine.
"Congratulations on being the staff of the month, I insisted you should be the one who won it."
"Really? Thanks, quite surprised. But I deserved it anyway. Pardon me for asking but why are you here?"
"I can’t stop thinking about that night." She whispered. Voice low and rough. "The night at the getaway you fucked me silly like a slut. Like you already owned me."
She took two steps closer, then sank to her knees without being told.
Hands resting on her thighs, waiting.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered. "I’ll do it. Anything."
Her breathing was already uneven. The wicked edge that used to cut everyone down was gone — replaced by open, trembling submission.
[You’re doing just fine Kenji, just like I said, keep acting distant and she’ll offer her will like a living sacrifice]
’So you mean I should tell her to leave?’
[Yes it’s for the best trust me..]
I shrugged, "I don’t need any, you can go."
Her eyes pleaded...