Living Like Lovers
Levitch fled the bedroom as if escaping, darting straight to the bathroom at the far end of the opposite hallway.
“Haa… haa…”
She locked the door the moment she entered and slumped against it, collapsing to the floor as she panted heavily.
The scene she had just witnessed was that violent and stimulating.
Th-that was definitely… his dick, right…?
She had gone into the bedroom to check if he might have woken up.
But what met her eyes wasn’t Ivan still asleep—it was him sitting on the edge of the bed. Beneath his shorts, there was a massive rod jutting up prominently, as if brazenly announcing its presence.
Thick and long, there was no way it could be anything but his cock—no baguette hidden in his pocket or anything ridiculous like that.
And it’s on a whole other level compared to Darling’s…
She hadn’t slept with him yet, but she’d accidentally glimpsed him naked once or twice.
She’d played around with plenty of men, but this time she really meant to settle down. He was kind and obedient to her words.
Of course, today that resolve had wavered just a little.
She couldn’t notice it herself, but even so, she couldn’t completely block out the tiny crack forming.
…Damn it, falling asleep together last night was a mistake.
She knew it had been unavoidable since she was scared to sleep alone in an unfamiliar place, but she still felt a twinge of regret.
“……”
Lost in those tangled thoughts, she kept groaning to herself, and before long, her body started to heat up, just a bit.
“Nngh…”
Before she was a mafia member, cold-blooded and ruthless, she was still just a woman.
It was ridiculous to think she had no sex drive—she relieved it now and then with solo sessions.
Maybe just… a little bit…
The bathroom door was locked anyway, and as long as she didn’t make noise, one quick round wouldn’t hurt, right?
With that thought, she finally slipped off her dolphin pants, letting them hang around her knees, and spread her legs slightly.
Her pussy was already slick, perfectly primed for touching, as if it had been waiting without any help from her.
She slowly slid her hand down, gently caressing the edges of her folds, stroking them tenderly like a priceless work of art.
“Hng…!”
Even a light touch made her body shudder involuntarily, reacting on its own.
Recalling the outline of Ivan’s enormous cock from moments ago, she kept masturbating.
“Ah, haa…♡”
A heated moan slipped from her lips unbidden.
She tried to stifle it, but she couldn’t stop.
If she got any louder here, she might get caught.
But masturbation stripped away reason so defenselessly—it was stimulating enough that even if someone burst in, she might not notice while lost in it.
“Hngh… huu…♡”
Squelch, squelch, squelch…
Her fingers, which had been teasing the edges, grew bolder, plunging directly into her pussy.
With the wet squelching sounds, her juices flowed out, slowly soaking her hand and the bathroom floor.
She wondered if she could really get off just from the outline of his dick through his pants, but that doubt was irrelevant—she was enjoying the masturbation enough to numb her mind for the moment.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch!
“Hngh…! Haa…♡”
She edged closer to climax bit by bit.
As she neared it, she fingered her pussy more fiercely, her juices gushing out like she was mining them.
She hadn’t been at it long when her finger accidentally scraped a sensitive spot inside her walls.
“Huuuuh…♡♡”
Splashhh!
She came explosively.
The moment she climaxed, her vision blurred, a tingling rush spread through her whole body, and then the afterglow faded, her numbed reason slowly returning.
“Haa… huu…”
She’d been too busy lately to even masturbate properly.
And now, in a friend’s bathroom, she’d gotten off imagining her friend’s cock—and reached orgasm.
Self-loathing washed over her, but it had felt that thrilling too.
A sense of taboo from doing something she shouldn’t.
“…Just a little more, just a bit more.”
She’d meant to stop and leave, but her still-aroused body hadn’t cooled down completely.
If I go out like this, he’ll definitely notice. To avoid that, I have to finish properly…
It was a ridiculous excuse, but her brain had already bought it.
She rationalized it to herself and slipped her fingers back into her pussy, starting again.
Ivan came downstairs to the first floor afterward and threw together a simple breakfast.
He toasted bread, added eggs and veggies for sandwiches, poured milk, and sliced fresh fruit onto the table.
He’d been worried it might turn out badly since it had been a while, but it came out better than expected.
Just as he finished setting everything out, Levitch came down from the second floor right on cue.
“You’re down. Breakfast is ready—sit and eat.”
“Oh, got it…”
“…?”
He tilted his head at her strangely listless voice.
She sounded utterly drained, like all her energy had leaked out.
…Is she sick or something?
Ivan watched her back as she sat in a chair and pecked at her sandwich like a bird, then shook his head.
She was a grown adult; she could handle her own condition.
He sat right next to her, grabbed a sandwich, and ate alongside her.
Crunch, crunch.
The well-toasted bread made the sandwich perfect.
“Levitch. Planning to head out right after breakfast?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah…?”
Ivan asked casually after finishing half his sandwich.
She blinked wide-eyed, looking startled.
“…What’s wrong?”
“N-no, nothing.”
She forced a smile, trying to play it natural.
“Oh, not today… I took some vacation time, so I was thinking of sticking around a bit…”
“…What?”
Ivan was caught off guard by the unexpected reply.
She wanted to crash here indefinitely—a woman with a boyfriend, no less…
“Won’t your boyfriend worry? Maybe it’s better if you just leave today…”
“Darling doesn’t care about that stuff…! He told me to have fun and come back whenever!”
“……”
At this point, wasn’t that boyfriend the weird one?
No matter how close a friend, most guys would get jealous if their girl stayed over at another man’s place.
“…Fine, but on one condition. We split the chores.”
“That’s totally fine! Leave it to me!”
Levitch hurriedly wrapped up the conversation and went back to munching her toast.
It felt awfully forced and contrived, but… he couldn’t quite read her intentions, so he didn’t jump to conclusions.
The next few days passed in the same routine.
At first, she only handled light stuff like taking out trash or vacuuming, but over time she picked up other chores one by one.
And in their downtime, they mostly lounged on the sofa watching adult films.
It was still tame for Ivan, but it seemed stimulating enough for Levitch—she’d blush furiously or squeeze her eyes shut, yet she kept begging to watch more, so he obliged.
She’d sometimes pause midway to run to the bathroom, then return shortly after, but nothing seemed off.
Staying like this… it almost feels like we’re married.
Sharing chores in a spacious house with a yard, spending leisure time on movies.
Was this what retired old couples did, living off savings and pensions?
After a week of this life together, he’d grown somewhat accustomed to it.
Could I ever build a family like this someday?
He wondered if even someone operating in the shadows could have such a normal life here.
Maybe after everything ended—but that conclusion felt distant, unknown.
The week drew to a close as night fell once more, the sun setting and moon rising.
Ivan finished the last dishes, then sat on the sofa to relax before bed, flicking on the TV.
He tuned to a news channel to catch up on the world.
“…Not coming up? What’re you doing?”
“I’ll head up soon. Go ahead if you’re sleepy.”
“…N-no, I’m not really tired either.”
She looked fresh from a shower, still in her twin-tails, and plopped down beside him.
She untied her hands from behind her back, revealing a bottle of wine.
“…Brought wine too?”
“Just in case. It’s a good one from my place, of course.”
“……”
“I’m heading out tomorrow anyway… One glass on the last night can’t hurt, right?”
Her usual playfulness was gone, replaced by a serious, tense air.
“…Sure, one glass. I’ll grab the glasses—wait here.”
“Okay…!”
As Ivan stepped into the kitchen, her heart pounded wildly.
Over the week with him, she’d masturbated dozens of times in the bathroom without him noticing.
She’d poured out so much juice she worried about dehydration, but the urge wouldn’t stop.
…Once tonight’s over, it’s all done. Just enjoying one last time.
She had a home to return to and a lover waiting.
For their sake, she couldn’t stay here forever.
