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The pillow dropped beside him. He bent down, picked up the used condoms, and threw them all toward her like soft grenades.

*Tap-tap-tap*

Fiona covered her eyes with her arm. "Ouch," she yelped, her tone playful.

Nyle picked up the pillow and threw it back at her the same way, then glanced down at his cock before wrapping a towel around his waist.

His cock had already returned to normal.

Meanwhile, Fiona sat up and brushed her hair back with her fingers. Nyle stared at her, eyes wide.

’Damn, she looks incredibly hot,’ he thought, his breath catching.

Fiona met his eyes, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she squeezed her heavy breasts in front of him.

*Squeeze-Squeeze*

A soft blush crept across Nyle’s face. "Ma’am, you’d better not do that or—"

"Or what?" she said, cutting him off.

Nyle simply grabbed his towel like a gunslinger. Fiona slid off the bed and stood up, wearing only her red panties.

"Lucky for you, I ran out of condoms," she said, her tone teasing.

He raised an eyebrow. "That’s your excuse? Heh..."

She pulled on her shorts to cover herself, then grabbed her sports bra and walked closer.

"You’re laughing now, but I’m nowhere near satisfied," she said, struggling to pull on her sports bra. "You really think I would stop if I had extra condoms?" Her words dripped with challenge.

The fabric had rolled at the edges, making it tight and difficult to pull on.

"Yeah, I can see that," he smiled, then extended his fingers to help. "Let me help you, Mommy."

With a little force, she finally pulled the sports bra into place. It strained tightly against her breasts.

Then a quick realization struck her. "Wait, did you just call me Mommy?"

Nyle replied instantly. "No, no... why would I?"

She stepped closer, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. "Oh boy, you’ve got some nerves... I tell you that. But... next time you’d better be prepared, I won’t go easy on you. Be careful..." she warned, then turned and pulled on her T-shirt.

***

*Click-Click*

"Huh?" she murmured, jiggling the key in the lock.

Nyle stood at his doorway, watching her.

She twisted the key again and again, putting all her strength into it. She even tried peeking through the peephole, but it was completely shut.

"It’s locked from the inside," she said, "but how?"

*Knock-Knock-Knock*

Nyle stepped beside her, took the key from her hand, and tried it himself. The door was definitely locked from the inside.

A few minutes later, the lock gave a sharp click, and the door swung open from the inside.

A man in his early forties appeared. He wore light gray pants and a red tank top stretched over his bloated stomach. His hair was messy and untrimmed, matched by a thick beard that looked like a bird’s nest.

It was Roland — her husband.

"Honey?" he said, his voice thick with surprise and concern.

Fiona’s eyes widened in surprise. "Darling? What a surprise. I didn’t expect you would come to see me. But how did you ent—"

Before she could finish, he cut her off.

"Do you know how long I waited outside? Half an hour, literally," his tone sharpened, then his gaze shifted to Nyle. "And... Nyle? Your name is Nyle, right?"

Nyle gave a small nod with a neutral expression. "Yes."

Roland ignored him and turned back to Fiona. Her hair was perfectly combed, her clothes normal — nothing out of place. He placed both hands on her shoulders.

"I tried calling you. Texting you. Then I realized you’d left your phone at home." His voice tightened. "Where have you been?"

Nyle offered a faint smile.

"I was at the... women’s health club," she lied.

Roland tilted his head slightly, clouds of doubt gathering in his mind. Still, in this city, women’s health clubs were common — practically community centers.

Before he could ask another question, Nyle spoke up.

"Sir, do you have any idea how long she’s been out here knocking on the door?"

Roland’s gaze dropped, then lifted again. "No."

Nyle looked at Roland’s face and noticed the crusty white line of dried droll at the corner of his mouth. A clear sign that the man had been asleep for at least an hour. "She’s been knocking for forty minutes if I remember correctly," he said. "Even I woke up because of the noise."

"What? Seriously honey?" Roland said, turning to her with an apologetic look.

Fiona didn’t say a word, her face remained open and innocent, as if she truly had nothing to hide.

Nyle stepped closer and held out the key. "Ma’am, here’s your key."

But Roland stepped forward and snatched it, his expression hardening.

Nyle took a few steps back, clearly understanding that Roland had never forgiven him for their past. Without another word, he turned and calmly walked back to his room.

*Thud*

***

The next morning, Nyle woke up early. He dressed for his first day at the new job — white shirt, blue trousers, black office shoes, and a small bag carrying his electronics. Then he shut the door and left.

The night before, he had done some research on donut making so he could follow along more easily.

After a twenty-minute bus ride, he reached his destination. He turned right onto a narrow path and entered through the back door.

Inside, he saw Franco kneading fresh dough. The man looked up.

"Good morning, Nyle," Franco said in a warm tone.

Nyle matched his tone. "Good morning."

Nyle hung his bag on the wall hook and walked toward him, but Franco immediately stopped him.

"Wait. First, wash your hands and put on a hairnet," he said, his voice firm.

Nyle gave a small nod. "Oh, okay."

He stepped into the washroom, thoroughly cleaned his face and arms, then dried his hands and face with a towel.

A hairnet hung in the corner of the wall. He grabbed one and slipped it on. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw a new notification on Xchat: a one-time video from an unknown number. He tapped the profile, but it was locked — privacy settings.

The moment he tapped the video, Fiona’s loud moans blasted from his speakers at full volume.

*Ahh! Hnnn!! Ahhhn!*

Nyle panicked and slammed the video shut.

*Flush*