The Spirit of Lust - Chapter 21: You bump into Mr. Wilson and his girlfriend. (Patreon)

You decide to walk around town for a while to familiarize yourself with this new city. Since you live right in front of your college, you don’t need to go out as much, so this seems like a good chance.

You take note of interesting places to eat, shops and hotspots. It’s getting dark, but before you decide to go back home, one of the many buildings in the city calls your attention. It looks extremely fancy, with lots of lights, a red carpet along the huge entrance stairs leading to the glass doors. You go closer and it really just looks like a very elegant hotel.

Until you see several lovely-doody couples coming out and realization strikes you that this is actually a love hotel.

And it’s as you’re marveling at this building right in front of its entrance, wondering if you’d ever have the money to bring a girl here, that you find yourself face to face with a familiar man.

Mr. Wilson, Amelia’s husband, stops in his tracks when his eyes unarguably meet yours. He’s frozen in shock, and the woman holding his arm looks at him in curiosity.

So this is the woman Mr. Wilson is cheating on Amelia with? The she’s tall, has long legs, a slender frame and long red hair. You grimace internally. She’s pretty, sure, but she doesn’t come close to Amelia’s beauty.

You recover from your own surprise at seeing them fairly quickly. More so than the older man.

‘Take this opportunity! Tell him his wife is yours! He won’t be able to retort!’

A part of you feels that way. That this is a chance to take Amelia for yourself. However, you know she doesn’t want that. Not yet, at least.

Maybe it’s because you just had sex, but your feel like you can think clearly now. You know that having seen Mr. Wilson with his girlfriend can bring you countless benefits, so long as Mr. Wilson wishes to keep this a secret.

“Hello there, Mr. Wilson.” You nod at him, greeting him politely and trying to look unimpressed.

“H-Hello, Mr. Sawyer.” He greets back, unable to hide his uneasiness. 

“I’m lucky to see you. Did you stay here? I was wondering how expensive it was.” You tell him.

“…” Mr. Wilson grimaces, then whispers on his girlfriend’s ear. “Go to the car, I’ll be there soon.” You hear him say before he hands her the keys. The woman nods and leaves.

The man turns to look at you with an unreadable expression. You can’t tell if he’s afraid, angry or just focused.

‘He fears you. He fears what you now know.’

Yet you get the feeling he’s scared you might tell his wife. Which you will, let’s not get that wrong. You’re sure she’ll just go ‘See? I was right.’.

“Mr. Sawyer, would you be interested in a cup of coffee.” He asks, putting on a kind face and gesturing to the inside of the hotel.

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 Go with him?