Chapter 177: Guilt of Past (R-18)
The nights when Aeri brought Alan home were a quiet kind of torture, the kind that settled deep in my chest and refused to let go.
Alan, her boyfriend, was a constant shadow, his flashy smile and cocky attitude grating on me. I knew he didn’t deserve her, but Aeri was smitten, her eyes sparkling whenever he was around, and I was just a kid in her orbit, nursing feelings I couldn’t voice.
I curled up on the room bed, the thin mattress creaking under me, the pillow pressed against my ears as I tried to block out the sounds from her bedroom down the hall. The walls were too thin, the apartment too small, and Aeri’s moans cut through the quiet like a knife.
"Ahh... ahh... yeahh... fuck me more, Alan..." her voice came, raw and breathless, each word a punch to my gut.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my fists clenching the sheets, willing myself to fall asleep, to escape, but it was no use.
"I know you want my dick bitch," Alan’s voice rumbled, smug and commanding, followed by the rhythmic slap sound of their bodies, the headboard thudding against the wall.
"Arghh... you’re mine babe. I am gonna fuck you so much." His words were possessive, dripping with arrogance, and I hated how he talked to her, like she was a prize he’d won.
"Yeah..ahhh..I need your dick to keep on fucking me, ahh...I am yours, Alan. Don’t stop...ahh..." Aeri moaned, her voice high and desperate, lost in the moment.
The bed creaked louder, the sounds painting a picture I didn’t want to see but couldn’t stop imagining. I pulled the pillow tighter over my head, my heart pounding, a mix of jealousy and heartbreak twisting inside me.