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Cain grew bolder with each thrust, drawing continuous moans from the mature woman, Bessie.
This time, his glans wasn't as sensitive. Having already ejaculated once, he could last longer. Without ample sexual experience, dealing with a woman like Bessie would have left him drained quickly—her tightness was relentless.
"Madam, your pussy is so tight... so good. Thank you for helping me cure my sex addiction. Ah—fuck, it feels incredible..." Cain pressed his full weight onto Bessie, driven by lust as he kissed the panting woman beneath him.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with wet, lewd noises. The atmosphere grew heavier, more debauched.
"Hmm!"
Bessie's entire body tensed. Her long, pale legs stretched taut, her toes curling hard against the soles of her feet as she arched off the bed. She was reaching her climax—an overwhelming wave of pleasure she hadn't felt in years.
Then, with a slow exhale, her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused.
"So good... I haven't felt this good in so long. You're so... capable."
This unexpected encounter—less than two hours before bedtime—felt almost like a dream. But the thick cock still pulsing inside her, still twitching, brought her back to reality.
"Just feel good, Bessie... my dear. I'm close... I'm going to cum inside you. Let me fill you up—let me put a baby in you!"
Cain's thrusts grew more forceful, each one deep and deliberate. Bessie's plush thighs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, her left foot hooking over her right to keep him from pulling away.
Sweat glistened on their bodies, the scent of her perfume mixing with the musk of sex. Cain inhaled deeply, his cock swelling even thicker inside her.
Bessie lifted her hips eagerly, knowing what was coming. She met each thrust, taking him deeper, her wet walls clenching around him. The head of his cock kissed her deepest spot, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She sucked greedily on his tongue, drinking in his moans, his warmth.
"Cum... cum inside me... give it all to me..."
"Ah—fuck, Bessie, your cunt is so tight... so fucking perfect! I can't—I'm gonna cum!"
With a final, desperate rhythm, Cain pulled nearly all the way out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in, over and over, pistoning into her with deep, rough strokes.
Bessie matched him, rolling her hips, her ass bouncing against him.
"Ah! I'm cumming! Bessie, take it—take all of it!"
"Yes! Fill me up! Oh—your cum is so hot... shoot it all inside me! I'm—I'm coming too! Your cock is so good... husband... ah—!"
Her body locked up, her pussy convulsing violently as a flood of hot release gushed from her core, splashing against his throbbing cock.
Cain groaned into her mouth, his own climax hitting as his cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Even as he filled her, excess spilled out, dripping between their joined bodies.
Unbeknownst to them, a surveillance camera captured everything.
On the other side of the feed, Jigsaw watched as he ate.
There was no anger in his heart—only quiet relief.
The potion Cain had given him had improved his health significantly. Though he was still far from his former self, he was strong enough now. Strong enough to craft more traps, to deliver justice to those who escaped it.
He felt no resentment toward Cain for fucking his ex-wife. If anything, he was grateful.
Bessie deserved happiness. And if Cain could give her that while keeping her safe, then so be it.
Perhaps this was the peace of a cuckold—knowing his beloved was cared for, so he could focus on his purpose.
A calm man in a suit entered, holding a stack of files.
"The latest targets. They set off an explosion—burned eight people alive. Bribed their way out of sentencing."
Jigsaw's expression remained impassive.
"Test them. And that corrupt cop, Mark—add him to the list. I'll handle him personally."
His emotions were a void.
He loved Bessie. That was why he'd let her go.
And Cain... Cain understood his mission. Had given him the means to continue it.
That was enough.
Elsewhere, six unconscious men were dragged into a dimly lit room. Hoffman, having just reported to Jigsaw, secured them for the next game.
Back in the bedroom, Cain lit a cigarette, one arm draped around Bessie.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her body languid from their lovemaking. She took the lighter from him, igniting it with practiced ease before holding an ashtray up for him.
The small, considerate gesture pleased him. Mature women knew how to care for a man.
"Thank you, Bessie. I'll take responsibility."
She chuckled softly. "Silly... you don't have to. Just come to me whenever you need. Your... condition still requires treatment, doesn't it? Masturbation isn't healthy. Let me help you."
Her voice was tender, submissive in the way only a well-satisfied woman could be.
Before Cain could respond, his phone buzzed.
"Hello?"
"It's me." Jigsaw's voice was steady. "I know about you and Bessie. I don't blame you. But if you fail to protect her... don't expect mercy."
Cain exhaled smoke. "Understood. She's mine now. I won't let anything happen to her."
He wasn't a scoundrel. And Bessie? She was a treasure—one that had gone neglected for too long.
"The game begins soon. Come witness it."
"On my way. Bessie doesn't need to be there." Cain smirked. He wouldn't miss watching those bastards suffer.
Ding!
A notification flashed in Cain's mind.
[Main Mission Completed: Investigate the Murder Case]
The killer has been confirmed as John. Choice available: Arrest him or let him go. Upon completion of the Reincarnation Mission, return to the original world. Warning: Do not let the reincarnators discover your identity. If killed, they will pass the level instantly and gain significant rewards.