Resurrection Of The Oppressed Man

Aland Laureus’s eyes were drawn to a pair of men’s shoes on the doorstep. Aland looked at the watch on his wrist. It was unusual for him that, in the middle of the night, when he came home from work, his mother-in-law was still receiving guests.

Aland worked as a parking lot attendant with an uncertain income. He has not been able to buy a house or just rent one, so he is forced to live with his in-laws. It was not uncommon for Aland to be treated badly because he was considered a burden on his wife Clarissa’s family.

Exhausted, Aland walked to his room. After opening the door slowly, his eyes widened when he saw the disgusting scene between Clarissa and a man he didn’t know. Aland’s body heated up, and his chest felt very tight. How could he not be Angry? Clarissa Sweta’s body, the wife he loved so much, was being enjoyed by another man. Clarissa seemed to be enjoying herself while occasionally asking the man to give her more pleasure.

"Keep going, baby! Aaahhh, so good."Clarissa sighed and closed her eyes as she savored the delicious thrusts of Alex's sword.

Seeing Clarissa squirming violently, Alex accelerated his movements.

"Oouuchh...! Aaahh...!"

Sighs could be heard coming from them. Clarissa's messy hair and the sweat oozing from both of their bodies made the sensation even more heated.

Clarissa skillfully played with her tongue as Alex's sword entered her mouth.

"Oouuchhh...!" Unable to hold back the pleasure, Alex pushed Clarissa's body onto the bed.

Alex thrust his sword back into Clarissa's pleasure hole.

"Aaaauuucchh...!"

The two of them were so lost in pleasure that they didn't notice Aland, who had been standing behind the door.

“Stop it!”

The vibration of Aland’s voice startled Clarissa and the man named Alex, Clarissa’s mistress.

Alex got up from the bed and looked at Aland’s face with a mocking gaze. Clarissa covered her beautiful body with a blanket, as if she didn’t want him to see her body.

“Who are you? How dare you come into this room?” Aland’s hands clasped tightly with a flushed face.

“Oh, so this is the husband you told me about?” Alex looked at Aland’s body from head to toe with a cynical gaze while wearing boxer briefs that only covered his manhood.

“Yes. You see, right? He only wins in looks but has no money at all,” replied Clarissa, who, instead of feeling guilty, insulted Aland in front of Alex.

“Clarissa? What did you say? Why would you say something like that?” Aland couldn’t stop thinking about Clarissa’s words, which hurt him even more.

“You’re still asking why? You should realize yourself! Are you able to provide for me? Look at you! You always come home late every day, but you don’t bring home much money!” Clarissa then left and looked for her clothes, which were scattered somewhere.

Aland’s heart was like being pricked by a thousand needles. The sweat of anger was flooding his body that night.

“Never mind, there’s no need to demand that Clarissa love you because she doesn’t need a husband like you!” laughed Alex, who was getting bigger and bigger.

Aland’s heart broke even more when he saw Clarissa’s hand wrapped around Alex’s arm. Clarissa seemed to deliberately show intimacy in front of Aland.