When my husband is away on a business trip, I'm left at home with my brother-in-law. One night, he hands me a glass of milk that's been laced. Then, he violates me…

After we had our routine intimate session, I lay naked on the bed, still feeling the lingering sensations in my body.

My husband, Gordon Zule, panted lightly beside me as he casually grabbed a few tissues. "Don't be so loud next time," he mentioned.

I understood what he meant.

Ever since his younger brother, Yoseph Zule, moved in a few days ago, having another young man in the house made things a bit inconvenient. It wasn't like before when we could be as uninhibited as we pleased.

Yet my husband enjoyed the way I moaned, so his request was more about moderating the volume than stopping entirely.

"Darling, I still want more…" I murmured after catching my breath, feeling unsatisfied. But when I turned my head, I saw Gordon had already put on his pants, preparing to leave for work again.

Gordon had been incredibly busy lately—he practically lived at the office. This time he only came home because it was my ovulation period, and we were only trying to conceive.

As I watched him leave, a sense of disappointment crept into my heart.

This guy always rushed back, took off his pants, got on top of me in bed, did his thing, and then hurried off without a care for whether I was fulfilled.

Did he never worry that I would cheat on him?

Lying there, I picked up my phone and scrolled through my chat history with my best friend, Miranda Gunther, until a picture of a muscular man caught my eye.

Underneath the photo, my friend had written, "Take a look at your brother-in-law's body. He's like a modern-day Hercules! He's got a huge package."

There was an itch. It was an unbearable itch deep inside.

I bit my lip, staring intently at the man in the photo, my toes curling beneath the blanket as I fought against the overwhelming sensation threatening to consume me.

Miranda and I had been close since our school days. She was bold and flirtatious, while I was more subtle in my approach. One of our favorite pastimes was comparing the men in our lives, sometimes even seducing each other's partners.

A while back, during a time when Miranda wasn't seeing anyone, I introduced her to Yoseph, who had just graduated from college. They ended up in bed together that very night.

Afterward, Miranda couldn't stop praising Yoseph's skills and even shared some private photos and videos of their time together.

Yet, all I could do was watch her revel in the experience, unable to have any part of it myself.

Sighing, I adjusted my lace nightgown and quietly got out of bed. I walked into the living room, only to freeze at the sound of a voice.

"Sarah."

Startled, I turned to see Yoseph, dressed only in his brief, working out on an ab roller.

I asked after a brief pause, "Why are you still up?"

"You were keeping me up with all that noise." He threw a brief, suggestive glance toward my legs before resuming his workout.

For some reason, I didn't shy away from his gaze. Instead, I sank onto the couch, my eyes involuntarily tracing the lines of his broad back and taut muscles as he moved.

It wasn't long before I felt my cheeks flush, my heart racing.

There was something about the way he worked out—it was far too reminiscent of... that kind of motion.

I was sure he would be making the same motions if it were a woman under him.

In particular, he was repeating the thrust with all his might while staring between my legs. The amplitude made the gym equipment vibrate so violently that it almost fell apart when pushed to its limits under his movements.

The muffled hums from time to time made me feel a ridiculous sense of excitement.

He was violating me with his eyes!

I wasn't some inexperienced young lady. In fact, my experience could put most women my age to shame. However, Yoseph's bold yet subtle actions unexpectedly struck a nerve of excitement within me.

What if it was me instead of an ab roller under him? To have him do me hard in that position…

I couldn't help but fantasize. My lonely body became more and more out of control, itchy and numb as if ants were crawling over it. The scene of Miranda being done in all the ways Yoseph wanted in the video reappeared in my mind.

"You should continue with your practice. I-I'm going back to my room."

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore because of the taboo and shameful excitement. I rushed back to the bedroom and threw myself on the bed.

After I eagerly took off my nightgown, I took out "something" from the deep of the bedside table as I opened my legs. I then pressed the switch in Yoseph's direction in the living room and imagined that he was grabbing my hair and spanking me hard.

Until I ran out of energy and lost consciousness, I was still thinking that I might never get rid of this feeling again.

My body seemed to be born to be forced by a man. No skills needed. Just pure power to conquer!

…

The next day, I was woken up by a call from Gordon.

At that time, I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyes. My knees ached, as if I had been kneeling for a whole day, and my waist was also sore. I only said a few words before I hung up the phone.

It wasn't until the afternoon when I woke up that I remembered Gordon had mentioned over the phone that he would be working overtime again today and wouldn't be coming home tonight.

I struggled to get out of bed, intending to check if Yoseph was home and whether I should cook for him.

But to my surprise, when I turned the doorknob to his room, I found that he hadn't locked the door. What was more, faint sounds of heavy breathing came from inside. I couldn't resist crouching by the door to take a peek.

Yoseph was sitting upright at his desk, fully engrossed in what was on his computer screen as his arm moved up and down. An indecent video was playing on the screen.

In the video, a naked, slender woman was kneeling on the bed, her plump buttocks sticking up high, revealing her smooth and fair skin.

As the man held the woman's thin waist with both hands, I could see his muscular and glistening belly. He thrust forward with infinite power like a bull.

Even though the woman was out of breath, she was still pinned under the man who repeated the rough actions without mercy.

I bit my lip lightly.

Although I had a feeling this was what Yoseph was watching, I was still so excited that I blushed when I saw this scene.

My breath only grew labored at the sight of the piece of lavender cloth in Yoseph's hand—it was the thong I just lost a few days ago!

Yoseph stole my thong!

I was hot all over, and I was so excited that I felt dizzy.

But before I could sort out my thoughts, the man grabbed the woman on the computer screen by the hair. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth and stirred.

As she was forced to raise her head, revealing the tip of her chin, she stuck out her tongue to lick the fingers in front of her. She looked confused as her saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth to her chest.

"This drug seems effective. Do you feel good?"

"Yes!" the woman uttered in a trance.

The voices of the two people sounded familiar to me. That was when I saw the face of the man in the video.

It was Yoseph!

I carefully examined the screen, trying to see who the woman in the video was. But the camera was shaking too much, and she only revealed half her face, which was mostly covered by her hair.

All I could confirm was that it wasn't Miranda.

The more I watched, the more familiar she seemed, almost as if the woman bore some resemblance to me. Just as that thought struck, the video ended.

"If only you could always be this obedient…" Yoseph muttered as he pulled out a small brown bottle from the drawer and shut down the computer.

Worried about being discovered, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed into a fresh pair of underwear, and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

Who was the woman in the video whose face wasn't fully shown?

As I replayed the scene in my mind—her being pinned down by Yoseph, driven to the point of losing her senses, and desperately arching her hips—a wave of unprecedented shame washed over me.

Even prostitutes wouldn't act so wantonly when serving clients.

"Sarah, are you awake?" Yoseph's voice called from outside the door.

"I… I'm up!" I quickly left the bedroom. Too embarrassed to look at the tall man only in shorts in front of me, I kept my head down.

I couldn't admit how just moments ago, merely imagining Yoseph forcing himself on me had stirred an overwhelming pleasure deep within me.

"You slept all day. I thought you were sick," he commented.

"N-No, I'm fine. Are you hungry? I can make you some pasta."

"I already ate," Yoseph replied, handing me a glass of milk. "You look like you haven't rested well. Drink this and get some more sleep."

I nodded and downed the milk in one gulp.

Perhaps overstimulated, I soon felt sleepy as I lay in my comfortable bed. My eyelids became heavier.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, I felt a faint heat surge in my body. It was concentrated in my lower abdomen.

With a click, the bedroom door was opened, and then the mattress sank—someone climbed onto the bed.

I shuddered at that. Was it Yoseph?

Right then, I remembered the small brown bottle he had taken out from the drawer. Did he put the drug in the glass of milk?

He wanted to violate me!

I buried my face in the pillow. My whole body was soft like dough. My sweaty body became more sensitive than ever. Every inch of my skin was hot and itchy. The only thing I could hear was my violent heartbeat.

A question kept popping up in my mind, "Should I pretend to sleep?"

But it didn't take long before I stopped feeling conflicted.

The man behind me had taken off the pants of my pajamas…