The Late-Night Commotion at the Metropolitan Museum of Art
This chapter contains explicit sexual content and illustrations. Please ensure you are in a private location before reading.
I had my senses cranked to the maximum, sweeping through the Fitzgerald mansion in search of Aris’s room. Of course, my cock—still carrying the lingering heat of Mimata Chieri’s pussy—refused to soften in the slightest.
“Mmm~♬ Mmm~♪ Before my cock cools down, I’m going to claim the enemy general’s pussy.”
The thought of finally getting to be with Aris after so long had me humming cheerfully. I wandered the halls muttering a bastardized version of Guan Yu’s famous line, following the faint trace of her presence. Contacting her by phone would have made finding the room far easier, but for some reason tonight I was in the mood for yobai—that old Japanese custom of sneaking into a woman’s bedroom under cover of darkness for sex.
The guest rooms were on the first floor, and the maids and butlers slept in the staff quarters beside the mansion… so the second floor first. Bingo. The moment I reached the second floor I picked up a clear presence coming from a room tucked in the corner.
Was Nae Fitzgerald sleeping on the third floor, then? Or maybe she’d found some other work to do now that she was back in New York after so long. Speculating about her could wait. Right now my priority was unloading the thick white fluid that had pooled heavy in my balls.
I opened the door as quietly as possible. The instant it cracked open, the rich, mature scent of a woman flooded out. It had been a while since I’d touched Aris, so she was probably pumping out pheromones like crazy.
Aris lay face-down, face buried in her pillow, wearing nothing but a tiny T-back that left her firm, plump ass completely exposed.
I climbed onto the bed and filled my hands with those luscious cheeks. Just as I remembered—impossibly bouncy, silky-smooth, and addictive. The more I kneaded, the more I wanted. She didn’t stir even when I groped her, so she really was fast asleep.
Even in her sleep, the stimulation made her slowly spread her legs. The moment space opened up, I slid my hand lower and stroked her pussy.
“Mmmh…”
She didn’t seem to have woken up. The soft sound was probably unconscious. What had been dry quickly grew slick, then downright soaking.
I hooked the T-back aside and pressed my painfully hard cock against her entrance. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, and she was this wet—there was no reason it wouldn’t slide right in.
“Hngh…!”
A moan slipped from her even while she slept. Her voice sounded a little hoarse; she must have been pretty exhausted today.
“Kuh, Aris…!”
Her pussy gripped me tighter than usual. She wasn’t a virgin, yet it felt like… like a pussy that had grown used to a smaller cock was startled by my thick length and trying to push me out. No way…?
I pretended I suspected nothing and rocked my hips naturally while reaching around to cup her breasts. One touch was all it took to know. This woman wasn’t Aris. Her breasts were noticeably larger. Which meant… this was Nae Fitzgerald. How the hell had I not noticed sooner?
At this point the only play was to keep acting like I believed it was Aris the whole time. If I stopped now or admitted I knew it wasn’t her, I’d be the scumbag who knowingly fucked his own aunt. But if I kept moaning Aris’s name, it would just come off as an honest mistake.
“Aris… kuh, Aris’s pussy feels so fucking good.”
I kept whispering the words into Nae Fitzgerald’s ear as I thrust, never once stopping the steady roll of my hips.
“Hngh…! Mmm♥ Haaahng♥”
“Aris…!”
It sounded awkward even to me, but I kept calling her name and gave everything I had to make Nae Fitzgerald feel incredible. Between my special traits and the pleasure I was giving her, she probably wouldn’t get angry. There was a good chance she’d simply let it slide.
At first Nae Fitzgerald’s pussy seemed to reject the intruder, but it soon grew accustomed to my cock and began greedily sucking me deeper.
“Hah! Haaahng…! Hngh! Mmm…!”
Every thrust sent ripples across her perfect ass. I’d been flustered at first, but the sheer depravity of the situation had me racing toward climax far faster than usual.
“Kuh…! I’m cumming, Aris!!”
I yanked my cock free from the pussy that clung desperately to me and unloaded across Nae Fitzgerald’s back.
Spurt! Spurt! Splurt!
The situation was so taboo and arousing that my already impressive load came out even thicker, painting her back white. The sight of that cloudy, milky fluid pooling between the elegant lines of her erector spinae was so obscenely erotic it nearly made me hard again, but I couldn’t risk going for another round.
It was a shame to finish after only two times, but now was the moment for a tactical retreat. Watching her back rise and fall with heavy breaths, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.
“Good night, Aris.”
I kept calling her Aris right until the end, then slipped out and closed the door behind me. Yeah… that wasn’t awkward at all, right?
Two hours earlier.
“Mom, I’m going to stop by the artifact tower real quick.”
Before heading home after finishing her plans, Aris Fitzgerald told her mother she was stopping at the tower. It was the storage facility Nae Fitzgerald had built in New York to house her stolen treasures. Aris had copied the idea and built her own in Japan, but the difference in years of experience meant she still hadn’t caught up to her mother’s collection.
“I’m going to leave everything to you when I die anyway. Why do you keep wanting to look at them?”
“I just like looking at treasure…”
Aris Fitzgerald had loved gazing at beautiful stolen goods since she was a little girl, so Nae Fitzgerald could only sigh in resignation.
“Still, come home soon, okay? You’ll need sleep if you want to play with Ryuta tomorrow. You like him, don’t you?”
“I know, I know. Stop nagging and go to bed already, Mom.”
The mother and daughter parted there. Aris Fitzgerald headed for the artifact tower while Nae Fitzgerald returned to the Fitzgerald mansion.
“Welcome home. And Miss Aris?”
“She’s staying out a little longer. You can rest, butler.”
After giving the inquiring butler a vague answer, Nae Fitzgerald climbed the stairs to the second-floor bedroom. The couple’s official suite was the largest room on the third floor, but when her husband Oliver was away she preferred the smaller, cozier room on the second.
The third-floor room felt too vast when she was alone, and the empty space beside her only reminded her of his absence. So tonight, like always, she chose the second-floor room.
After a quick shower she lay face-down on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of panties. She had always been proud of her stamina, but the back-to-back flights and the meticulous planning required to keep Phantom Thief Francois’s legend intact had finally caught up with her.
She had only just begun to drift off when the sound of the door opening jolted her halfway awake. Her thief’s sharp senses told her it was a large man. Her husband? Had his business trip ended sooner than expected?
There had been nights like this before—when he would slip in while she slept and they would lose themselves in passionate sex. A small smile curved Nae Fitzgerald’s lips as she continued pretending to sleep.
Sure enough, the first thing he did was grab her ass. She had always been proud of that particular asset; her husband loved it more than any other part of her body, so she had expected exactly this.
It had been a while, and the ticklish heat blooming low in her belly made her unconsciously spread her legs. He didn’t miss the opening and immediately stroked her pussy.
“!”
This wasn’t like usual. He was only touching her over the fabric, yet an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed through her. Had it really been that long? Determined to keep pretending she was asleep, Nae buried her face deeper into the pillow and bit back her moans.
“Mmmh…”
Even so, a helpless sound escaped her. Her pussy was producing so much slick that the wet sounds embarrassed even her.
Apparently deciding the time was right, he pulled her panties aside and pushed his cock inside.
This isn’t Oliver!
She knew the instant he entered her. This was not her husband Oliver Fitzgerald. The stranger’s cock was bigger, harder, hotter, and above all… it felt incredible.
“Kuh, Aris…!”
The voice belonged to her nephew Taira Ryuta—the one whose face she had rarely seen. But what shocked her even more was the realization that he thought she was Aris Fitzgerald and was currently fucking her.
She had known Aris liked Ryuta, but she had assumed it was innocent cousinly affection. To think their relationship had already reached this stage…! And she was a married woman. She ought to pull this cock out immediately and scold him as his aunt. It was clearly a mistake; she wouldn’t make a big deal out of it…
But Nae Fitzgerald could no longer form a single coherent thought. An overwhelming surge of pleasure had wiped her mind clean. In all her long years of marriage she had never felt anything like this. It was as if she had become a tiny speck floating in an endless universe.
“Aris, kuh, Aris’s pussy feels so fucking good.”
Taira Ryuta whispered the name into her ear as he rocked his hips. Even though it wasn’t her own name, the sound of his voice felt unbearably sweet. Because no matter what name he used, it meant her pussy pleased him.
“Hngh…! Mmm♥ Haaahng♥”
“Aris…!”
He kept calling Aris’s name while slamming into her with increasing force. Some part of Nae felt strangely jealous that he wouldn’t call her name, but she couldn’t possibly reveal herself now.
“Hah, haaahng…! Hngh! Mmm…!”
She came again and again, letting out shameless moans she had never made with her husband. Then she heard Ryuta’s urgent voice.
“Kuh…! I’m cumming, Aris!!”
No, not inside—♥
The words never left her lips. She knew how good it would feel to have this young man’s hot load flooding her womb. But as another man’s wife, she could not accept another man’s seed.
Torn between the two conflicting desires, Nae Fitzgerald could do nothing at all.
Whether by luck or misfortune, Taira Ryuta pulled out at the last second and began spraying his cum across her back.
The volume was staggering. If that thick, scorching load had gone inside her instead, the pleasure would have been indescribable.
“Good night, Aris.”
After he finished, he kissed the nape of her neck and left the room. That single kiss burned against her skin like a brand. Even after he was gone, the heat lingered.
Still lying face-down, Nae Fitzgerald peeled off her drenched panties. She pushed herself up on her arms. She could feel the heavy semen sliding down her back. Finally she turned her gaze toward the door he had closed behind him.
“I want to feel it… one more time…”
The words left her lips before she could stop them. Nae Fitzgerald startled at her own voice. Today had been an accident. It would never happen again. There was no way it could. And yet she had just said she wanted to feel it once more…! She shook her head violently, trying to regain her senses.