Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 28: While The Wait Lasts(18+)

It had only been a few days since Brenna's visit to the city, and though she wouldn't admit it, she was aching to head right back. The memories of her night with Raven, the tingling sensation of his fingers rubbing her pussy–plagued her every thought. But tonight it was all going to end, she would sate her desires on her own terms and wouldn't submit to the man who arrogantly expected her to come crawling back.

'Just one gulp and your libido will shoot up my husband!' Bottling a mixture of aphrodisiac herbs inside the pot of ale, Brenna picked it off her workshop desk. Striding back to her room with the pot in hand, she placed it by her bed on her husband's side.

Quickly stepping away, she glared at the small pot that was often intended to keep her husband's drinks cool through the night. Being a refined brewer, Brenna's husband loved to drink, and his obsession didn't just stop at work, it went throughout the night.

"What are you doing standing there?" The coarse voice of her husband suddenly calling out to her from behind, nearly made Brnna jump

Squeezing her fist and clutching it close to her heart, she took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

"Just refilling your wine pot," she said, wearing an innocent smile.

"Give me a glass then!" He growled with grumbling rage.

Her husband, a man of low stature but surprisingly heavy mass, was a well-renowned brewer or at least he once was. Drowning his days in alcohol, he was leeching off his wife and daughter. Promising his daughter's hand to a landowner was also one of many schemes of his to make money. However, after Aerin had refused to go along with the marriage, he'd grown more foul, and not only toward Aerin but his own wife as well.

"Y-yes, I'll get a glass!" Her heart gripped with a mix of excitement and fear, Brenna rushed out of the room to get to the kitchen.

Not wasting a second she grabbed a glass from the utensil's rack, and headed right back to her room. The sound of her rushing feet against the bamboo floor, echoed through the night–making her husband angrier with the sounds. Unable to keep her excitement still, however, Brenna no longer cared about his mood, for all she had to do was make him drink the ale and ride him until his body gave in.

'I'm sorry, but even if you get tired your cock will stay hard–I need it if only for one night, just so I could get the thought of that boy out of my head!' Sliding the door closed behind her, Brenna moved over to the pot and pitched out a drink.

Laying on the bed in nothing but his shorts, her husband took it off her hands and began downing it at once. The sour taste of his ale had not the slightest difference, but the effects of it he'll soon come to regret.

With full knowledge of what was about to happen, Brenna gulped her doubt and slid the yukata off her shoulders. Letting it fall down her supple frame, she stood before her husband completely bare to the skin. Dripping one drop after the other, her pussy was aching for sex, and the moment her husband noticed her dress was off, Brenna wasted not a second before throwing herself at him.

Shocked by the sudden assault, the glass of ale splashed all over the bed, but the measly amount that had made it into his system was more than enough for what Brenna needed.

"W-what the hell are y–" Losing control of his body out of nowhere, the man's body went instantly limp. Even his tongue refused to utter another word, and the only thing he could feel was the arching boner under his shorts.

Crawling up his hairy chest, Brenna looked him in the eyes. Breathing heavier than ever, she'd completely lost her mind in her attempt to get rid of her lust. Grabbing both his hands, she pinned him to the bed, and glancing him all over a vile look took over her face.

"You're fat, you're ugly as sin, and that small patch of hair on your head is just insulting..." Letting out her frustration for having to rely on such a man for this, she watched his angst grow in his jittery eyes. "And even then, when I spread my legs wide–A woman who gods knows how many wanted to fuck in her primes, even then you'd rather choose the wine?!"

Slapping him in the face, she gritted her teeth in rage. But dripping even more from insulting him, she couldn't help but reach under his waist. Slipping her hand under his shorts, she took hold of his arching cock. Feeling it in her hand, she was both intoxicated by the thought of finally havings ex while also a bit disappointed since even his cock was somehow smaller than Raven's middle finger.

"You're a disappointment," she cursed before taking his shorts off completely.

Lifting herself up she slowly brought herself down while her husband had no control of his body and could only groan with anger. Feeling herself going down on his cock, a ripple of ecstasy shot through every inch of her body. Lowering herself even further, she could finally feel him inside her wet folds being squeezed around with her pulsing folds.

"Just stay like that, maybe you'll be useful for onc–" Raising her body halfway up, she choked on her words as his cock went completely limp. "What?!"

Shocked by the outcome, she looked at his face again, and to her horror, his eyes were rolled into the back of his skull with white foam shooting out his mouth.

"AGHH!" Chilled by the view, she pushed herself off the bed.

Landing on her sides, she squealed out loud. By the time she picked herself up, Aerin had barged into her room after she'd heard her mother's scream.

"Mom, what the hell happened?!" She asked, completely unaware of the fact that her mother had accidentally drugged her father to death in an attempt to have sex with him.

'What the fuck am I gonna do?!' Needless to say, Brenna had no clue what to say or do.

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