003 Fill Me Up, Master Ken~

"Hi, my name's Max. Can I come in!?"

Max exclaimed with a confident grin on his face, yet, inwardly, 'What the fuck, dude!?' He was frightened.

He was acting confident, and was in fact very good at it, a trait he had to master to repel school bullies and look tough.

He clenched his fists behind his back, his heart pounding against his chest.

'Who the fuck asks that!? She's married and alone! Why the hell would she let you in!'

And just as he thought, the woman narrowed her gaze at him, her eyes flickering in doubt. She instinctively moved a little backwards, her hand tightly gripping the door.

The grin on Max's face faltered as he watched this; "Haha," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Please don't misunderstand, miss," he quickly added, his voice a little shaky. "I was instructed to stay until Master Ken arrives, so…"

His voice trailed off as he looked outside; his body shivered a little, acting as if it were too cold outside.

His act worked on the woman; her gaze softened a little as she let go of the door.

Her eyes then wandered behind him, to the moon high in the sky.

'Fuck! If only I had some training on how to talk to women!' He cursed at himself; the only woman he had ever talked to was his mom, and that's when she was sober.

But his worries were for naught as the woman soon pulled the door wide open before mumbling, "Come in."

Max's eyes lit up at this; he put a wide smile on his face as he exclaimed, "Thank you!"

He then entered the house and was met with a flight of stairs in front, probably leading to the bedrooms.

To his right was a bathroom, while to his left was a small hallway that led to the living room.

The woman observed Max for a moment before she said, "Follow me," and walked past him.

'Ah, she smells like roses!' Max commented, smelling the scent coming off her.

He then began to walk behind her, his gaze travelling down her body, halting at her ass.

'Oh my God!' Max exclaimed inwardly, his eyes widening, 'Look at her ass!'

He commented as his eyes continued to stare at the woman's juicy ass, her nightgown seemed to dance on her ass that jiggled as she walked.

'Why the fuck does that bastard leave this masterpiece at home and fuck some dumpster whore!?' Max wondered inwardly.

They soon both entered the living room, and the woman gestured for Max to sit before sitting on the sofa to his opposite.

Max nodded his head before he took his seat, his eyes trying their best not to stare at her breasts.

Instead, his eyes screamed around the room. It wasn't the best, with a pair of shelves on either side and a small TV in between.

And the woman kept her gaze low, glancing at Max once in a while, seemingly on edge, and soon, an awkward silence engulfed the room.

'Great! Just great!' Max mumbled to himself sarcastically, 'If this keeps going on, she will soon go to her bed! And I will lose my chance!'

His mind raced to think of something, something that would make her stay and let him talk to her.

And soon, his eyes lit up as he thought of an idea: 'I could do that!'

A sly smirk crept on his lips as he looked at the woman and said, "I will call Master Ken and inform him that I've reached!"

A small sigh of relief escaped the woman's lips as she leaned back in her seat ever so slightly.

Her lips curled into a small smile as she watched Max dial her husband's number and put the call on speaker.

She then looked at Max, her smile widening ever so slightly.

But Max was busy in his own mind as he gazed at his phone, 'Hehehe, he's probably fucking a whore right now. And I have put the call on speaker; she will definitely hear it!'

He smirked inwardly as the phone rang a few times before a shout came from the other side.

"Why the fuck did you call me, shithead!? Don't you know I'm fucking busy!?"

The voice was coarse, resembling the rattling of a sack of pebbles.

Even though the voice insulted Max, Max's eyes only flickered with excitement as he could hear it.

No, he would be deaf if he couldn't hear it. It was definitely there; underneath his voice were moans of women.

'Got you, motherfucker!' Max exclaimed inwardly before responding, "I-I'm sorry, Master Ken. But I wanted to inform you that—"

But before he could fully finish the sentence, a loan came from the other side, "Ahh~ Master Ken, fuck me! Fuck your bitch! Fill my pussy and use me as your cum dumpster~"

'Whoa!' Even Max hadn't expected this; he silently clenched his fist, 'THIS IS LITERAL FUCKING GOLD!!!'

He yelled inwardly in excitement while Ken said, "You were saying?"

"Hm?" Max mumbled, falling out of his thoughts, "Ah, you see Master Ken, I was going to inform you that I had reached your house. I'm standing in front of it."

Max waited for Ken's response, and after a moment of silence, the phone trembled at Ken's yell.

"Fucker! Is that why you called me!? Do you not know I'm working!? Fuck! That's why you're useless, dipshit!" He then took a moment, as if taking a break before he continued,

"Do whatever that woman wants; I don't care! And most importantly, DON'T CALL ME AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!!!"

He then ended the call.

Max's blood boiled at the insult; he clenched his jaw tightly while his body trembled in anger.

But he restrained himself, keeping his composure, 'Soon,' he mumbled inwardly, 'Soon I will make you kiss my shit!'

He then took a deep breath to calm himself down; he has more important matters than this.

'I wonder how she'll react,' he muttered inwardly as he turned his head to the wide, towards the woman.

But what he saw made his eyes widen in shock.

'....What?'