I, Who Acquired the Ability to Read Memories, Am Being Swallowed by Darkness - While I Should Be Protecting Beautiful Girls, I Am Being Drawn into Darkness Each Time I Use My Power, Yet for Some Reason, My Harem of Beautiful Girls Keeps Growing - Chapter 14: With Shirota's Wife

Chapter 14: With Shirota’s Wife

“I came for the trial lesson. My name is Sato.”

Melodia Piano Class.

A soundproof private room with a Steinway grand piano.

Misae Shirota appeared in a deep blue dress that looked like a stage costume.

A beauty that made her 30 years of age seem doubtful.

“Oh, a high school student? That’s unusual.”

Her sweet voice revealed that she was well-versed in the art of captivating men.

“Actually… I wanted to show you this.”

I took out my smartphone.

On the screen was a scene of Okada and Misae’s secret meeting.

“!”

Her expression changed instantly.

“Where did you take this!? Who gave it to you!?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Misae’s eyes pierced through me sharply.

“But… there’s something I’d like your cooperation with.”

“Cooperation?”

“About your husband… Shirota-sensei.”

I began to speak quietly.

Shirota’s deeds.

The data in the computer.

The victims.

And Shirogane.

Misae’s expression gradually changed.

“Could it be… that he’s doing the same thing…?”

“You should be able to get close to your husband’s study computer.”

A long silence.

Misae stared out the window, deep in thought for a while.

“I understand. I’ll cooperate.”

“Really!?”

“But… there’s a condition.”

Misae came closer to me.

The sweet scent of perfume.

“You’re interesting. How about we date?”

“Eh…”

“In exchange for this data… I want to date you.”

In her eyes, a desire for dominance floated.

A woman with the same nature as her husband.

But for now, I needed her power.

“…I understand.”

“Really?”

“However, the data comes first. I can’t tell you the details, but I have a way to confirm that the data has been completely deleted.”

A seductive smile.

Like a snake that had captured its prey.

“Then, every Friday from now on. Under the pretext of piano lessons…”

The expensive vase on top of the grand piano reflected the setting sun.

With this, I could save Shirogane… and the victims.

In exchange, I would enter another cage.

It was like a curse of the Shirota family.

A chain of dominance and submission.

I was being incorporated into a new circle of that.

Before the lesson day, I was pressuring Misae with the information I had obtained by touching her Hermès notebook.

“You have relationships with students other than your husband… quite a few of them.”

Misae’s face turned pale.

“How did you…?”

“I have my own investigative network.”

“Could it be…”

“Three high school students other than Okada. Twelve married men. And even money transactions.”

“Stop…”

“I won’t tell the police. But I also have the videos. From now on, you’ll do as I say.”

Misae’s expression changed.

From a dominator to a dominated.

“Ryuuji… sama.”

She said in a trembling voice.

It was the moment when our positions were completely reversed.

“Please connect this portable HDD to Shirota-sensei’s computer and transfer the data.”

Misae handed me the HDD.

“The password is ‘HAITOKU’.”

“Haitoku… backdoor? Well, it’s a cheap sense that’s typical of that person.”

Misae laughed in a mocking tone. Her contempt for her husband was evident.

“After copying all the data, completely delete the original data. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ryuuji-sama.”

Misae responded in a sweet voice.

Her expression was obedient, but I could see ambition in the depths of her eyes.

This woman could never be completely tamed.

But that was fine.

A relationship where we held each other’s secrets.

That was the strongest form of dominance.

“I’m looking forward to Friday, Ryuuji-sama.”

I still felt a dangerous aura, like a venomous snake, in Misae’s departing figure.

But I wouldn’t let her sink her fangs into me again.

With this, the first stage of the plan was complete.

For Shirogane’s sake.

For the sake of the victims.

And… for Sakurai-san’s sake.

I was trying to exorcise darkness with darkness.

I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do.

But there was no other way.

“Sakurai-san… wait a little longer.”

I muttered alone in the piano classroom at sunset.

A few days later.

“Ryuuji-sama… I was successful.”

The LINE notification lit up.

I went to meet Misae.

The place was Melodia Piano Class.

A soundproof private room, silent after the lesson.

“Thank you for your hard work. What about the data?”

“It’s more than I imagined. Records of more than 10 years…”

“And the deletion?”

“Perfect. That person won’t be able to tell anyone, even if he notices.”

Misae showed a malicious smile.

Her satisfaction at having avenged her husband was evident.

I checked the HDD and the operation of the computer.

It seemed that the original data had been properly deleted.

“You’re quite a wicked woman, Mrs. Shirota.”

“I’m honored to be called that by Ryuuji-sama.”

“I’ll contact Shirogane-san myself.”

“That girl was pitiful. She was just a toy for Junichi…”

“I won’t let anyone make her a toy anymore.”

“I want to be a toy. Ryuuji-sama… I want you to touch me.”

Misae looked up at me.

“I don’t mind.”

I stood up and approached Misae.

Misae’s shiny black hair flowed down.

“I’m a little nervous.”

“It’s okay…”

Misae smiled.

Her expression was somehow sad.

I touched her hand.

Soft and warm.

The body temperature transmitted from her fingertips was pleasant.

“Fufu… You sure are kind, Ryuuji-sama.”

Misae closed her eyes.

I gently reached out and touched her crotch.

A soft sensation felt through the silk panties.

It became hot and soaked.

I moved my fingers slowly.

I kneaded her hardened clitoris.

Misae’s body jumped.

“Ahh… Unh.”

A sweet voice escaped.

Misae’s breathing deepened.

A sign that her sensitivity was increasing.

I moved her panties aside and inserted my finger into her pussy.

It was swallowed up without any resistance.

I increased the number of fingers to two and moved them vigorously.

Misae’s body shook, and she reached her climax.

“Ahhhh! I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!”

Misae’s scream, like a cry of pain, echoed through the room.

Misae was desperately trying to catch her breath.

I whispered in her ear.

“Was it good?”

“Yes… very much so.”

Misae smiled.

Her expression was somehow sad.

I lowered her skirt and touched her pussy again over the soaked purple silk underwear.

My finger sank into her pussy, making a squelching sound along with the silk fabric.

“Hyaun!”

Misae’s body jumped again.

I gently spread the love juice with my fingertips.

“Ahh…”

Misae’s sweet voice echoed.

Her pussy was quite soaked.

“Ryuuji-sama’s finger is going deep into my pussy again. This time, with three fingers…”

Misae touched her pussy and said with a seductive expression.

“I can’t hold back anymore. I want your dick.”

Misae looked at me with a longing gaze.

“I understand.”

I took off my pants and exposed my erect penis.

Misae straddled my penis and spread her pussy with both hands.

“Hurry… fuck me.”

Love juice dripped from her pussy, pulling threads.

Misae said with a longing expression.

I pushed my penis into her pussy.

“Ahh… it’s coming in! It’s so big!”

Misae’s body shook.

I thrust my hips vigorously.

Misae’s shiny black hair was disheveled, and her white neck was exposed.

“More… fuck me deeper!”

Misae cried out.

I thrust my penis deep into her.

“Ahhhh! Ahh! I’m cumming!”

Misae’s sweet voice echoed through the room.

Her vagina strongly contracted.

“It feels too good!”

I continued to thrust my hips.

Misae’s body jumped several times, and she reached her climax.

“Ahhhh! I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!”

Misae’s scream, like a cry of pain, echoed again.

I released my sperm to the last drop.

I could feel my sperm running wild inside Misae.

We held each other until our breathing calmed down.

“I love you, Ryuuji-sama.”

Misae whispered.

“I love you too, Sensei.”

We looked at each other and smiled.

This relationship was a secret that would never be made public.

Still, there was a desire to seek each other that existed between us.

I was drowning in the forbidden relationship with Misae.

As I left the classroom, Misae muttered.

“Ryuuji-sama… are you really a high school student?”

I left without answering.

17 years old, this mysterious power that resided in my body.

Perhaps this was my destiny.

Back at school, I sent a message to Shirogane.

“I have something to talk about with you after school. In the music room.”

I kept quiet about it to Sakurai-san.

I was afraid that she would worry as a friend and interfere.

This was something I had to settle on my own.

For Shirogane’s sake.

And… to break the chain of this distorted dominance.

A reply was received in the inbox.

“I understand.”

As I walked down the corridor bathed in the evening sun, I made up my mind.