Chapter 18 - Court

The badminton court was a lot cooler in the early morning.

"You're early." Jon smiled. Lena laughed, she was early by a good fifteen minutes.

"You too."

"Well, it wouldn't be right for me to keep a beautiful lady waiting." Jon laughed. "Especially one that has such vivid fantasies."

Lena blushed and laughed. "You're never going to let me go from that, isn't it?"

Jon smirked in return. "Of course. It is a moment I deeply cherish and shall firmly etch into my memory." The housewife was beet red. She was dressed in the same black shirt and pants. The chubby man didn't continue the sentence, and instead began to stretch. He offered his hand to the housewife, inviting her to join him in the stretches.

For a while, both quietly did stretches.

"Let's play."

Lena was incredibly focused when playing, a competitive aspect in her personality re-emerged. She really loved to win, and in some ways, she was not dissimilar to her husband. She made Jon run rings around the court, and forced him to the net, and to the back repeatedly, while hardly breaking a sweat.

Jon secretly wished the System gave him some boosts in terms of sports.

[There are some skills on this, but it will be at a later level]

[Vigor increased to 14]

But Jon had stamina, and his vigor meant he could still run even an hour into the games. Jon was thrashed, as he normally was, and lost the first three games, but in the fourth game, he managed to do better as Lena's physical exhaustion began to kick in.

"You're tired, let's have a break." Jon offered, his breathing was heavy and drenched in sweat.

Lena nodded and they both sat for some water. "Oh. I didn't bring my water bottle." Lena realized she had missed her own tumbler.

"You can have mine, if you don't mind." Jon offered. He had an old transparent water tumbler that he had took heavy gulps from. It would've been disgusting, but Lena was so thirsty and tired. So, she nodded, and drank from the tumbler. Her lips touched the tumbler, and she didn't even seem to mind.

Lena gulped down the water, and Jon admired the sweat drenched housewife. She really looked good, even with her messy hair. "You're so hot."

"Really?"

"Milady, this part of me clearly agrees that you're really hot." Jon pointed to his naturally erect dragon. It poked out of his soft pants like a tower. "Well, we should get back to playing."

She flushed. "Oh my- can you even play with that?"

Jon laughed. "Well, would you like to play with this instead?"

Lena was stunned, caught offguard by the offer. Yet, she didn't feel absolutely repulsed, instead, she immediately remembered what she saw that day when they had a shower together. That massive, vigorous thing in her hands. Lena, already partially corrupted from her that single incident, immediately imagined it again.

She tried to control herself. She wanted to a loyal wife. A good wife.

But it was so hard. She was tired. It pained her to admit it, but after playing badminton and spending some time with another male, she really wished she could have done this with her husband instead. Why? She didn't know what she did wrong. Why did her husband treat her so coolly, their exchanges even at home barely more than a few sentences.

Lena looked back at Jon. Jon was ugly, sure, but she felt warmth. Genuine desire.

She should be a loyal wife. But why is it so hard?

She shook her head. This was temptation.

Jon watched the woman struggle with her inner self. Conflicts.

Jon leaned closer, and teased the lady some more, "Or would you prefer to play with it in a shower?"

The thing was a monster. Lena's body had been so starved of affection, a part of her wanted to lunge at it.

Jon decided to cut off her thoughts, and then got up. Jon picked up his racquet and shuttlecock. "Come, let's just play with some cocks."

The housewife shook her head and got up. Still, the conversation messed with her concentration, and she kept staring at that part of his body. It mean Jon could win, and so, Jon teased the housewife.

"Are you really going to let me win?"

Lena shook her head. What was she doing? "No. You've never won, and I don't plan to let you win."

Jon laughed. "Then play and stop staring at the wrong cock."

The housewife's face turned red, but it was enough to rile her up.

"Some day when I win, I'm going to gloat so hard."

Lena pouted, annoyed. "You won't get the chance."

"So confident!" Jon laughed and was soundly thrashed once Lena's attention returned.

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"I'm tired." Jon stretched, feeling the soreness in his body. Exercise was great though, since it improved his [Vigor], and that was definitely useful for a lot of things.

"You're getting better at it." Lena laughed, and then eyed his water bottle again. Jon offered it to her.

"Well, I do want to beat you. The day I'll defeat you won't be far away."

Lena laughed. It reminded her of her school days when her friends wanted to beat her. She smirked. "You have a few years to go before you get there. I actually received training."

"Train me, then." Jon asked and stretched his sore arms and legs. "And I'm hungry. But it's too early for lunch."

"And you stink."

"Yes, yes. I definitely stink. I call it my manly odor." Jon packed up the racquet in the bag, and the shuttlecocks. He probably needed to buy new shuttlecocks, as they were getting worn from their two games. "I'm going to go home and shower."

The word shower caused Lena to remember their earlier conversation, and her mind was once again assaulted by her fantasies. It was amazing how much fantasy she indulged it, her mind worked really hard to imagine unusual scenarios for herself. As they entered the lift, Lena looked back at the chubby, ugly man.

"You live on the tenth floor?" Lena asked.

"Yup."

"Can I see your house?"

"Oh." Jon was a little surprised, but nodded. "It's a lot smaller than your place, though."

"It's okay. I'm just curious how you live."

"What if I have porn and sexual content all over the house?"

Lena laughed. "Don't worry, I won't judge."

"You clearly just did."