Practice Makes Perfect
Since it was practice, it was fine.
It was practice, yes, but it still had to feel real. And, above all, it had to be honest.
Verita’s request wasn’t especially difficult. All it meant was that I should act according to my instincts.
I wanted to pull the woman in front of me into my arms. I wanted to pour out every last drop of my overflowing lust.
My desires at the moment were simple, natural things. But there was one more urge layered on top of them now.
I wanted to drown Verita in even greater pleasure and show Angela, plainly and unmistakably, just how happy a woman could become when she was held by me.
So what we were about to do wasn’t merely sex. It was almost a stage set for proving my masculinity.
And Verita, who had volunteered to assist in that performance, waited quietly for me to take her.
Our goal was to open Angela’s heart, and yet even now, when Verita looked at me with unwavering intensity, a faint expectation shimmered in her eyes.
There was no reason to keep dragging this out. I pressed the head of my cock straight against her slit and forced it open.
Then I drove deep, and her tight walls parted around me, squeezing my shaft from every direction.
“Ah… without the condom, the sensation is quite different.”
Once again, Verita spoke as if this were her first time, but I felt the same thing.
Right after using a condom, then going in raw, the difference in vividness was unmistakable.
Every fold of her pussy clung to my shaft so closely that I could practically imagine the shape of her insides in my head.
“Verita, I’m going in.”
I started moving my hips before she could even answer.
Puhk! Puhk! Puhk!
“Haaah… much more intense than before—mmph!”
I didn’t even listen to the end of her sentence before covering her lips with mine.
As I battered her mound like that, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the bed creaking beneath us.
Puhk! Puhk! Puhk!
“Mmf, mhf! Mmpph… chuu.”
I tasted her saliva above and her pussy below, and when Verita tapped my chest with her hand, I finally pulled my lips away.
“Ah… I apologize. You are being so intense that breathing through my nose alone is becoming difficult.”
The way she panted with her mouth open was obscene in the most seductive, foreign-porn-star way imaginable.
Wanting to savor that sight a little longer, I increased the force of my thrusts instead of kissing her again.
Puhk! Puk! Puhk!
“Haaah, ahh…! Oh, ohh…!”
Watching her cry out in such filthy tones made the instincts inside me surge even harder.
I couldn’t tell whether it was because I was getting too immersed in the practice or because Verita was simply too alluring, but for the moment all I wanted was to claim the woman in front of me as mine.
“Verita, please have my child.”
“Mm… I did say I would take contraceptives….”
“Yes. But this is practice.”
“R-right, practice… yes. Then I must ask you to please impregnate me.”
Even as she asked to be impregnated with that utterly calm expression, she tightened the opening of her body even further.
In response, I piston-thrusted into her, and it felt less like I was spearing her from within than like her lower lips were sucking and biting at my cock.
“Kuh, Verita!”
I laid my upper body completely over hers, pinning her beneath me.
Her soft breasts were crushed against me, and the smooth skin of her stomach brushed against my own.
When I drove my hips up and down with full force, her elastic flesh clung to my groin.
“Ooh… ahh… ooh, oooh….”
The fact that she was crying so obscenely in that flat, emotionless voice was almost too much to bear.
Her slightly furrowed brow, her eyes rolling up a little, even the tongue peeking between her lips—everything about her set off the most primal part of a man.
“Verita, say it one more time.”
“Mmgh… w-what should I say…?”
“To impregnate you.”
“Hah… if I am to bear Ian-sama’s child, then please plant your seed inside me with this manly coupling.”
“Got it!”
Puk! Puk! Puk! Puk!
“Ooh, oohh! Hah…! I-Ian… ooooh!”
Under my full-force piston work, Verita cried out with fiercer reactions than she had shown before.
I didn’t know whether she was doing it on purpose for Angela’s sake or whether she was truly feeling it, but whatever the reason, seeing Verita finally become properly feminine drove my hips nearly insane.
“Nggh! Ah, ah! Haaah! Ian-sama… Ian-sama!”
She called out my name desperately while I pounded that precious place of hers into the mattress beneath me.
This was a side of her I could never have imagined from her usual composed, elite demeanor.
Wanting to make her even more disheveled, I pulled my hips back until I was almost slipping out, then rammed all the way in again, repeating the motion without pause.
“Ah! Ah! Haaah! Ooh! I-Ian-sama… I’m going to… oooh!”
Her pleasure was so intense that she couldn’t even finish her sentence, only letting out filthy sounds as she neared orgasm.
And before long, her head tipped back and the body pinned beneath mine began to convulse.
“Oh! Oho… ahh. Haaah…!”
Normally I would have stopped to be considerate of my partner, but right now I only wanted to obey my desire.
“Nggh! W-wait… Ian-sama! I’m cumming now… ooh!”
Keeping the same speed of my strokes inside Verita, I slowly brought my face toward hers.
Her half-lidded eyes, which had been drifting toward the ceiling, turned to me and widened in alarm.
“I-Ian-sama, no. If you kiss me now, I’ll really lose myself… mmph!”
I pinned her from above so she couldn’t escape, trapped her below with my cock, and held her above with my lips and tongue.
I drove my mouth into hers to teach her the fate I had spoken of earlier, the fate of a woman.
“Mmm, chuu…! Mwah! Mmph!”
The warm, tightly packed feel of her vaginal walls enveloped my lower body, and at the same time I felt the warmth and softness of her tongue.
Verita, who had said kissing was impossible, behaved as if she’d never said any such thing, sucking on my tongue as she thrust her hips upward.
Her arms wrapped around my body, her legs encircled my lower half; she looked exactly like a woman who had fallen helplessly in love.
It felt as though she were begging me to get her pregnant, so I slammed my cock against her cervix and began spilling my cum inside her.
“Mwah, mmph! Mmph!… Mm!”
Verita’s tongue, which had been moving busily inside my mouth, went still.
When I let her lips go, she immediately tipped her head back and rode the orgasm to its height.
“Hah! Ah, this…! Ooh…!”
I, too, could barely move for a moment, focusing only on pumping my seed into her.
Along with the intense pleasure of the climax itself, the satisfaction of having made Verita come properly kept sending little shivers through my body.
“Haaah… haah….”
Verita, her face completely drenched in bliss, struggled to steady her breathing.
Seeing that expression on her face, instead of thinking we were finished, my body moved on its own.
“Ian-sama…?”
The moment I withdrew, I rolled Verita onto her side.
Then I lifted one of her legs, exposing her cunt, and thrust back in before any of my semen could spill out, plugging her shut.
Squelch!
“Nngh! This position is… ooh!”
Lying on our sides with me taking her from behind.
Just as she had recently dreamed of this position, her reaction was gratifyingly good.
“Mm! Ah, no. If you do it like this… the man I imagined gets overwritten by you, Ian-sama… ooh!”
I wouldn’t mind that at all.
In fact, I’d rather she imagined only me.
With that thought in mind, I held her from behind, and her moans filled the room.
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Angela couldn’t properly understand what was happening before her eyes.
“Haaah, ah! Ooh, oohh…!”
The housekeeper she had spent twenty years with and a man the same age as her daughter were entangled together right in front of her.
They were copulating violently, wildly, and yet they weren’t even a pair in love.
In fact, this wasn’t even some situation where she had secretly stumbled upon an illicit affair.
The two of them were fully aware of Angela’s presence, and still they were so absorbed in sex that it felt as though the world contained only each other.
“Ian-sama… ahh, ah, haaah, haaah…!”
Normally, she should have done something—stopped them, left the room, anything.
And yet, as though enchanted by something, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from their movements.
Unlike at first, when she had been confused and overwhelmed, Angela gradually found one feeling inside her heart becoming clear as she watched them.
It wasn’t jealousy.
In Angela’s mind, the two of them had no idea of her feelings for Ian and were simply trying their best for the sake of her daughter.
What she felt was closer to yearning.
The happiness of being a woman, the kind she had always denied as something she could never have, yet secretly and desperately desired all the same.
The satisfaction that came from being wanted, from being cherished.
Watching Verita as she seemed to feel those emotions, Angela felt envy.
And how could she not? Verita looked happier than she ever had in her life.
The secretary who was always polished and flawless had, at this moment, become a woman.
“Hah, ah! Ooh! That’s too deep… oooh!”
Obscene cries and a ruined face.
Her expression should have made Angela frown in disgust, and yet instead she found herself curious about the depth of that pleasure.
Is being loved really that wonderful…?
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Verita, lying on her side facing this way, had her breasts jolted violently with every thrust.
Ian’s absurdly large member, almost shocking in how easily it entered, moved in and out of her as it made obscene, wet sounds.
Every one of those sights seemed to be teaching Angela what a woman’s life was supposed to be.
“Verita!”
“Hah, Ian-sama…!”
The two of them, feverish with desire, became even more frenzied.
Ian’s thrusting from behind grew harsher, and Verita’s face became even more depraved.
At last, the two of them reached their climax and trembled with pleasure.
Then, without stopping there, they turned their heads and began to press their lips together.
“Mwah, chuu… mmph….”
At that moment, Angela’s heart, which had been pounding wildly already, began to beat even harder.
It was an act that could only be described as that of lovers.
Seeing the two of them unable to bear being apart because they wanted to feel each other more deeply made Angela’s emotions swell beyond her control.
I want to, too, with Ian….
She wanted to kiss him.
She wanted to join bodies with him.
She wanted to be closer.
Those feelings surged fiercely inside her.
But—
If I grow too close to Ian….
He might learn the flaw that only her dead husband had ever known.
Then even this relationship might shatter, and they could become less than strangers.
That fear was what kept her hesitating.
Even so, Angela kept looking at the two of them kissing with envious eyes.
Seeing it in person was so much more powerful than merely imagining it that she only grew more envious, more greedy.
In the end, that desperate longing led her to a solution that seemed, in her own mind, perfectly reasonable.
Yes, this is practice.
Whatever she did, so long as it had the excuse of practice, she could keep her heart at a safe distance.
Whether she kissed Ian like a lover or joined bodies with him like a married couple, it would all be practice for her daughter’s sake, not real emotion, so there would be no problem.
That’s right… even if it becomes a real relationship, it would be the same.
Hadn’t she already been doing things no different from a couple all this time, under the pretense of practice?
As long as I don’t forget that it’s practice, it’ll be fine.
Especially since Ian and Verita were doing exactly that in front of her, she grew even more confident in her own thinking.
In truth, her reasoning was little more than sophistry.
And yet Angela was too desperate now to change her conclusion.
“Mwah, haah….”
Before long, the two of them broke their kiss and shifted positions, intending to keep going.
The instant Angela saw Ian’s member sliding between Verita’s parted thighs, she found herself shouting without meaning to:
“Wait!”
The two of them looked her way.
Now that it had come to this, she was frightened, but Angela gathered her courage and parted her lips again.
“Practice… I’ll help too.”