Chapter 19 - Jon's Home

"Well, here's my small, tiny place." Jon opened the door to his room. His laptop was closed, because that meant she couldn't see the program he installed to hack into her laptop. It was messy, and the small apartment, a literal hole-in-the-wall, only had a small bathroom, a big queen size bed, and a three-panel cabinet.

The rest of his things was on the table, or in storage boxes stacked on the floor.

"It's certainly not as neat as your place."

The whole place had a scent. Jon's scent, naturally. Lena looked around and saw some magazines on the floor. Some was mature content, of course, some about games and tech stuff that Jon liked. Lena picked up the mature content. She watched porn on her computer, but she never actually held such a lewd thing in her hands. She flipped open and saw images that were not safe for work.

Jon noticed, of course, and offered. "You can keep that if you want. I've finished reading them."

"-what?" Lena flustered. "I- no. I don't need to keep it."

Jon laughed and closed the door. "So, welcome to my small little place. It's not much. Make yourself comfortable." He began to strip out of his dirty, sweaty clothes.

Lena sat on Jon's chair, the only chair actually, and watched Jon reveal his flabs, and then, without any shame, he took off his pants in front of her. "You're-"

"My house is small, madam. I don't have much space." Jon took off his boxers too and walked with his dragon dangling for her to see. He intentionally didn't close the door.

The housewife ogled the giant, her imaginations running wild. Jon began to shower, the layout of his tiny apartment meant that if the door was open, everything could be seen. He showered, and lathered soap over his body, then, began to wash his own little brother. He showered quickly, but he noticed the housewife watching him with great intent, especially when he rubbed his shaft.

Once done, he took a towel and dried his head and body, but he intentionally didn't cover his bottom half.

"You want to have a shower here? Or back at your place?"

Lena felt her head spin. She wasn't sure whether it was the overwhelming scent in the home, or just her mind going crazy, but she stared. She stared at his thing.

Jon teased her while his hand gripped his own thing. "When's the last time you had this inside you?"

Lena flushed and refused to answer. He began to stroke his dragon. It stood erect, and she watched.

"I keep thinking about what you said yesterday. About how you wanted me to ravage you." Jon walked closer to Lena, one hand stroking his own thing and the other touched Lena's cheeks. The thing was so close, and the housewife stared.

Lena's body burned in desire. She wanted to bite it. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to push it inside her.

Loyalty. A good wife. This was temptation! She fought it.

Jon gently touched her cheek. "You're such a good wife. You've been loyal for so long. But even a saint will eventually break. Even the brightest marble will turn dull when neglected. Your feelings are real."

Lena's heartbeat quickened. She panicked, her eyes wasn't sure where to look. The dick was right next to her. The scent of it was so strong that she really wanted to just-

"What you're feeling is real. You're not wrong to desire this." He touched her gently. "Your husband, maybe he won't need to know what you do in your free time. He won't need to know that you masturbate to such fantasies. He doesn't understand that you have needs. That you need to be maintained and cared for."

Their eyes met. Jon pulled her up from her chair. She didn't resist.

Jon whispered into her ears. "You feel guilty for wanting it. But you're only human. You've been a superwoman all this while, keeping your own needs suppressed."

Lena felt her legs weaken.

"But you know you can't do it forever. Not when your husband doesn't even want to talk to you anymore."

Lena suddenly felt like crying. Her emotions, a complicated mix of lust and sorrow all began to bubble up.

"Tell me everything." Jon, still naked with only a towel around his neck, pulled Lena close and hugged her. "Tell me. Let me out what you're frustrated with."

Lena suddenly felt so warm. She was dirty, sweaty, and yet felt so loved. It was giddy. Their eyes met again, and Jon gently pecked her on her forehead.

"Let your heart out."

And she did.

***

Though she was dirty and sweaty, Jon pulled her onto the bed. He may be naked, but as it turns out, it was a great way to get the girl to be honest with herself.

"My husband doesn't want me anymore." She cried. "He- he said he's going outstation, and just like that, he was off. He didn't ask me anything, or ask whether I'll be okay. He just went, like- like I didn't matter."

Jon sat next to her on the bed, one hand around her waist. "There, there."

"It's not the first time!" Lena said. "He keeps working, and keeps doing all these things, projects. He said he's busy with work, and every time I see him talk about work, I- I felt like-"

"He loves his job more than you, isn't it?"

Lena nodded. "Exactly! Is that normal?"

Jon tapped her head. "Yes. It is. Some people are like that. They fall in love with work. Workaholics."

"It's so unfair. What about me? What about all that we supposedly went through together?" Lena cursed. "Was it all a lie?"

Jon looked at the housewife and wiped off her tears with his fingers. "You two grew up in school together and got married after school. Ask yourself. Were you the same person as the one in school?"

Lena shook her head.

"Then, your friends. Do you remember anyone who's still the same as they were back then?"

"A few."

"But most change, don't they?" She nodded. "Your husband."

She then realized what he was trying to say. "He changed."

Jon didn't have to nod, but she internalized the message far quicker than he expected.

"He's no longer the person you loved."

"He fell in love with work." Lena sighed and said with a sense of resignation. "-I won't ever have him back."

The still naked Jon nodded. "People change, and the one you loved is gone. The person you are with now, is not that person from three or four years ago that did everything to have you. That person, he's-"

"Dead." Lena answered with a realization. Like something inside her snapped. "The Wong Laven I'm with is not my husband. He's just a person with the same name. He's not the man that loved me."

Jon wasn't expecting that. Lena turned back and faced Jon. There was a vicious, cruel look in her that Jon wasn't expecting to see. A person with a kind of darkness. A finality in her heart.

"I want to speak to him."

She picked up her phone and called her husband. She intentionally set it on speakerphone.

"Yes?" Wong Laven answered the phone.

"It's me."

"Yes." Her husband responded coolly, and Lena didn't seem to care. "What is it?"

"I want a divorce." Lena's words made Jon's heart stop. He wasn't expecting that at all. Was- was this going too fast?

Her husband was silent for a moment, and then laughed. Lena's eyes looked wild when she heard him laugh. A part of Lena wished her husband would reject, to fight. But the answer from her husband came with a finality that put all those hopes to rest. "I'm surprised, but yes, Lena. I'll call the lawyers to send you the divorce papers."

"Okay. Do it soon, then." Lena answered. "Goodbye."

Lena switched off the phone and stared at the still naked Jon with an unrestrained wildness.

"Have you known this would happen?" She asked.

"No. Not at all, actually." Jon said.

"Can I live with you?" a

Jon looked around. "Uh- sure? It's pretty crammed here, but if you want."

"I don't need much space." Lena said, and her eyes now directed itself to the erect dragon. "We'll be spending a lot of time stuck together."

"Well, I suppose we will." Jon laughed.