Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Adultery Chapter 70: Adultery “Ah!

-Mmmmm!!

-” In the bathroom, Hana-who was urinating on the toilet with her big, white, perky butt prominently exposed-stared in panic at Harry, who entered dazedly.

He was naked with his underwear half-removed, revealing his red, swollen, and hard penis.

Instinctively, Hana screamed before immediately covering her mouth in embarrassment.

Shyly, she averted her eyes and, her face flushed red with trepidation, whispered in a trembling voice, “Harry…

you…

how did you…

how did you get in?” “Ah!…

This!…

Hana!

I’m sorry!

I’m so, so sorry!

I was a bit fuzzy in my sleep just now…

I completely forgot you were in the house…

I really didn’t know you were in the bathroom!

I’m sorry!” Harry stammered his apologies, deliberately not pulling up his underwear.

Instead, he allowed his swollen erection to sway as he stared at Hana’s distressed expression with an unmistakable excitement.

[Hana’s current state: shy, nervous, surprised, desirous, entangled, hesitant, expectant, excited, stimulated, aroused, ashamed] “No…

it’s okay…

Oh…

you…

don’t get up…

I…

I’m peeing…” Hana managed, her cheeks burning with shame as she covertly stole glances at the base of Harry’s crotch.

Her heart pounded wildly, like that of a startled deer.

The ambiguous, lingering eye contact from moments earlier and Harry’s indiscreet hands that had brushed against her breasts, had stayed with Hana for a long time.

The deep-seated hatred she felt for her husband, coupled with the jealousy she nursed toward her best friend, Wanda, had ignited an uncontrollable desire for revenge.

After Wanda had fallen into a deep sleep, Hana had spent the night tossing and turning, her entire body aflame with nervous energy.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but imagine that Harry would later take the initiative to enter the room and, behind Wanda’s back, tease her-caressing her breasts, sucking her nipples, and stroking her vagina-before the two of them engaged in a wild, secret tryst right beside a sleeping Wanda.

The more Hana contemplated these forbidden fantasies, the more conflicted she felt, overwhelmed by both shame and excitement, and finding it impossible to fall asleep.

Yet, after a long wait, Harry still had not reentered.

Eventually, feeling the urge to relieve herself, Hana rose and returned to the bathroom.

At that very moment, an unexpected-and undeniably charged-romantic encounter unfolded.

Though nervous and shy, Hana’s heart filled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

“Ah!

Sorry!

Hana, look at me!” Harry called hesitantly.

Realizing that haste could spoil the moment, he paused briefly before turning around and leaving the bathroom.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by a soft click as the bathroom door opened.

Standing just outside, Harry and Hana found themselves face-to-face.

That brief moment of eye contact filled them both with a heady blend of excitement, tension, and shame.

In the quiet night, their rapid breathing seemed almost audible; each could distinctly hear the other’s pounding heartbeat.

“I…

I’m fine…” Hana murmured softly, stealing a glance at Harry-whose face was flushed with passion-before lowering her eyes shyly and turning her head as if to retreat.

“Okay…

ah…

Hana…

I’m sorry…” Harry replied, watching closely as Hana’s demeanor shifted.

He turned slightly sideways, deliberately leaving only a small gap in the door frame.

“No…

it’s okay…

you…

you didn’t mean it…” Hana’s voice trembled with a mix of nervous panting and tender longing.

After Harry shifted just a little more, she too turned sideways to face him and stepped out of the doorway.

In that instant, the distance between them vanished.

Their eyes locked with an intensity fueled by excitement and desire, drawing their bodies irresistibly close.

Harry’s firm, protruding erection pressed against Hana’s exposed thigh.

At that touch, Hana’s body softened instantly; she allowed herself to collapse gently into Harry’s arms, her warm, alcohol-scented breath fanning against his neck.

Without any formalities, Harry drew Hana into his embrace.

In response, Hana’s cheeks flushed even deeper, her delicate frame trembling with anticipation.

Her slender hands quivered as she tentatively wrapped them around Harry’s waist.

No words were exchanged-every emotion and intention was communicated in the charged silence between them.

Their eyes met once again.

Hana’s gaze, filled with a hazy springtime allure and charming shyness, spoke volumes.

Her pink, tender cheeks seemed so soft they might overflow with moisture, and her inviting red lips-lightly bitten by her pristine white teeth-hinted at vulnerability and passion.

Observing the unmistakable desire blazing in Hana’s eyes, Harry felt his own yearning intensify.

In the midst of this ambiguous atmosphere, they appeared to have forgotten their surroundings.

In that moment, nothing existed except each other; their hearts and bodies seemed to crave nothing more than the intimate fulfillment of their desire.

Without a word or a moment’s hesitation, Harry slowly lowered his head toward Hana.

As she closed her eyes in a blissful daze, every unspoken promise hung in the air between them.

Their lips met, and Harry gently kissed Hana’s delicate, tempting red lips.

After Harry tentatively touched her several times, Hana could no longer suppress the desire burning within her.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck.

Her delicate, soft body pressed tightly against his as she took the initiative to kiss him, responding warmly to his passionate embrace.

Before long, the two became entangled, their wet lips devouring one another.

Their tender tongues explored each other’s mouths-sometimes softly, sometimes with a lewd intensity-as they teased and provoked one another.

In her drunken state, Hana felt completely immersed in the passionate pleasure of this secret affair.

The thrill of adultery, the sting of betrayal, the pleasure of revenge, the satisfaction of possession, and the excitement of impulsiveness all coalesced in that moment.

The words Jiam had uttered when he left earlier echoed in Hana’s mind, chipping away at her last defenses until guilt and shame dissolved into nothingness.

At that moment, Hana desired nothing more than to take revenge on her husband, to indulge her desires, and to surrender to a passionate tryst with her best friend’s husband-an encounter that defied all reason.

Harry’s hot, wet kiss stirred Hana’s long-suppressed longing.

The borrowed cotton panties she wore were loose and already soaked with the secretions of her overflowing desire.

Their very looseness only heightened her craving for indulgence.

As the soft, worn fabric of her underwear brushed against Harry’s tight briefs, Hana felt the gentle friction of his hot, hard arousal through the layers.

“Hmm!~~Hmm!~~Hmm!~~Hmm!~~~” Harry’s smooth, heated palm slid down the hem of Hana’s pajamas and slipped into her exposed, slender waist, relishing the smooth, tender feel of her skin-so soft, delicate, and enticing in his grasp.

Slowly, his hand moved upward along her bulging belly until, amid their passionate, wet kiss, he finally grasped Hana’s naked, beautiful breasts.

Harry’s hand held her firm, tender, and plump breasts against her body.

Though Hana’s breasts were not large-just enough for Harry to cradle in one hand-they compared to his wife’s gentler curves as being a bit smaller.

Yet Hana’s skin was notably more tender and smooth, and her breasts felt firmer and more resilient, exuding a delicate, smooth, and full quality in his hands.

“Mmm!~~Mmm!~~~Yes!~~Ha!~~Ah ha!~~Uh hum!~~~” As Harry cradled her sensitive breasts, Hana’s body tensed, her quickened panting a testament to the overwhelming sensation.

Harry continued to caress her, his thumb and index finger gently pinching her protruding nipples as their kisses deepened into passionate urgency.

Each teasing touch sent waves of tingling pleasure coursing through Hana, her body as parched as dry earth yearning for nourishing rain and dew.

With every caress, her vagina spasmed, squeezing and sucking as large amounts of lustful, hot love fluid began to flow.

“Itchy!

Itchy!

Ha!

Haah!

It hurts so much!

I want it!

Harry!

Uh-huh!

Haah!

Suck me!

Give it to me!” Hana moaned against Harry’s lips, her hands roaming freely as she grasped at the fabric of his pajamas.

With a savage tug, she pulled them off, the buttons coming undone to reveal a generous expanse of her snow-white skin and tender nipples.

Most of her tender, snow-white breasts were now exposed; one of them displayed a large circle of purple areola encircling a dark, enticing nipple.

Hana’s nipples were large, with areolas that covered a quarter of her breasts.

Her mango-shaped curves were perky and inviting, accentuated by the grape-like nipples set against the circle of alluring purple.

Harry took an excited, appreciative look at Hana’s breasts.

Though not as refined as Wanda’s famously watermelon-shaped curves, these breasts possessed a raw, provocative allure that only deepened his temptation.

The large areolas and full, grape-like nipples rendered her appearance mature and enticingly provocative.

Struggling to pull apart Hana’s sticky lips, Harry squatted slightly and drew the purple treasures of her exposed chest to his mouth, sucking them eagerly in generous mouthfuls.

“Haaah!~~~Ah!~~~Ha uh ha uh ha!~~~Haaah!~~~Uh hum!~~Haaah!~~~” The moment Harry sucked on her nipple, Hana lost all control.

Her sensitive nipple numbed under his ministrations, while her vagina clenched and sucked rapidly, releasing a flood of lustful, hot love fluid.

The crystal-clear, warm, and slippery fluid trailed slowly down Hana’s legs.

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