Luis naturally denied it, shaking his head. "Not at all. I might have considered it, but she's married. There's simply no opportunity for that."

"Isn't a married woman even better? Having an affair is even more convenient when her husband is a relative."

Chloe became more and more impassioned as she spoke, actively climbing onto him. With a satisfied moan, she guided his hard cock towards her dripping wet sanctuary, slowly sinking down until she once again enveloped his manhood with her tight, heated depths.

She clearly had a dancer's foundation, her movements not merely up and down but sinuously twisting in an utterly seductive manner.

Her hair was dishevelled, like some enchantress. As she writhed, she grabbed and kneaded her own breasts, displaying an incredibly lewd side, moaning uncontrollably under the onslaught of pleasure.

"Husband… is your sister-in-law beautiful?!"

"Beautiful. Regardless of her face, her figure is in no way inferior to yours…"

"Then you definitely want to fuck her…"

"Obviously. There's just no chance, that's all. If there was, I'd absolutely fuck her until she calls me daddy."

Amidst the obscene words and sounds, Chloe reached her fourth climax. Her entire body went soft as she collapsed onto Luis's frame, panting heavily and covering him with passionate kisses.

Luis responded by kissing her back, his hands kneading her full, plump buttocks as he began thrusting his hips, continuing to enjoy her incredibly tight, beautiful pussy amidst her muffled, indistinct moans.

"I love being so wanton in front of you…"

"I would never act like this in front of my husband. Only with you. I love you, and I'm willing to be as wild, as slutty as I want for you."

Her words were filled with emotion, and even tears of happiness shimmered in her eyes. As an adulterous wife, any sense of shame or guilt had long since vanished.

Compared to the husband who had abandoned her, whose whereabouts were unknown and who had left her with a mountain of troubles, the man before her—the one who had seized the opportunity and saved her during her most difficult time—was her true love.

Chloe braced her hands on Luis's chest and pushed herself upright. Her body was already flushed red and glistening with fragrant sweat as she began moving her hips again, moaning with profound passion.

"Husband… you're so hard, you're hitting the deepest part!!"

"That useless husband of mine… he cums after just a few thrusts, he can hardly ever make me climax… Ahh!!"

"Why didn't I meet you sooner? I'd marry you, I'd give myself to you, I'd want you to fuck me every single day…"

Amidst her slutty, unrestrained moans, her fifth orgasm crashed over her with shocking intensity. Chloe was so overcome with pleasure she nearly lost consciousness. By the time she regained her senses, she was back on the bed in her room.

Luis was already by the bed, playing with her now-awake baby. The little one was giggling happily, showing no fear of the stranger.

A wave of warmth washed over Chloe's heart, mixed with a tinge of shyness. It was no wonder her loud moaning had woken the child.

Yet, in that moment, she also felt a dazed, hazy sense of happiness, inwardly scolding herself for being so weak. Even if she wasn't a born slut, she'd been practicing and learning sexual techniques whenever she had free time lately.

Logically, she should be better at pleasuring her man. But her body was unbearably sensitive. She'd experienced five intensely satisfying climaxes, yet he hadn't even reached his second release.

Those shameless words she'd uttered earlier weren't lies. This man's sexual prowess, compared to her husband's, was like heaven and earth.

The difference in pure physical capability was already stark. But what truly made Chloe fall for him was that even when he was impulsive, he remained considerate of her feelings, never treating her roughly or selfishly.

There were gentle kisses, teasing oral sex, and incredibly tender caresses after her climax.

Even though she was just a kept mistress, she was receiving a level of tenderness that 90 percent of wives never experienced.

Chloe now felt intensely jealous. Just what kind of perfect woman could possibly be worthy of being this man's wife?

"Husband…"

Her eyes fell on his cock, still glistening with her juices and standing rigidly erect. Chloe moved closer, intending to take him into her mouth, but Luis stopped her, shaking his head.

Chloe pouted, unwilling to relent. "Husband, I'm not broken from your fucking. Please, cum in my mouth."

"Silly, I just finished wiping all the sweat off you. You need to behave yourself now."

Chloe was taken aback for a moment before she realized her body felt completely dry and clean, and was even covered with a thin sheet. Her face flushed red as she realized she truly had been fucked into unconsciousness earlier. The sensation of him touching her had actually been him carefully cleaning her.

Luis smiled and said, "If you were alone, I'd fuck you without restraint. Once your front was swollen, I'd break in your back door, opening all three holes at once to really show you what I'm capable of."

"But you're a mother now. You need to save some energy to look after your baby."

"Just like before, covered in sweat—if you aren't wiped down and covered up, what if you catch a cold? What if you pass it to the child?"

Luis pinched her exquisitely pretty little nose, speaking to her with the doting affection one might show a child.

"Having a child, becoming a mother… you need to rein in that youthful, reckless impulsiveness a little."

Hearing these words, Chloe first stared blankly, then her nose twitched. Tears of overwhelming gratitude and happiness began to flow uncontrollably.

"Say a few words to you and you start crying? Fine, I won't say anymore then," Luis said, putting on a frustrated expression before turning back to play with the baby.

"Husband, I'm not angry. I'm just… unbearably jealous."

Chloe hugged Luis from behind, her soft, full breasts pressing against his back. Crying and pouting, she said, "I just can't understand it. What kind of celestial fairy must your wife be to deserve you?"

"My wife? I'm a live-in son-in-law."

Luis chuckled easily and pulled out his phone, showing her the wedding photos he'd taken earlier.

Chloe's delicate eyebrows instantly furrowed as she looked. "This is your wife???"

Her reaction was perfectly normal. To Luis, his wife Lily, after the System's modifications, was an upgraded version, countless times more beautiful than the original.

Her figure had indeed been enhanced—it was clearly good, but not stunningly so. At the very least, it couldn't compare to the devilish curves of campus beauties like Chloe or his sister-in-law.

But in the eyes of everyone else, her appearance remained as plain and unremarkable as before. Without makeup, she'd still be classified as downright homely.

In photos, she was still the same old Lily. Even with a bit of light makeup, she barely rose to the level of an average passerby.

It had to be said that Luis viewed her through a natural filter, so he didn't pay this much mind. It was enough for him that the woman gazing at him with deep affection was a peerless beauty.

"Is her family rich?"

Chloe's first guess was the natural one.

"Get real. They're even poorer than I am."

Luis took his phone back, walked into the living room with a laugh, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.

The completely naked Chloe, holding her child, paced back and forth, soothing the baby.

She kept her distance because of the smoke, but the sight of her walking was truly a feast for the eyes.

A former professional flight attendant with a dance background, even completely nude and merely padding around in slippers, her movements were still graceful and alluring, a vision of pure feminine grace and softness from any angle.

"Poorer than you? That's impossible!"

Chloe felt her brain was about to short-circuit. No matter how she thought about it, the situation seemed utterly implausible.

Given Luis's looks and build, it would be understandable if he were some poor guy who married into a family out of necessity. But he had just produced over 20,000 dollars in cash—he clearly wasn't poor.

Was he spending his wife's money, then? That would be far too audacious. What was the difference between that and literally shitting on someone's head?

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