Chapter 1

I'd been with Dylan for almost 10 years.

Now that he's approaching 30, his performance in bed has been getting worse and worse.

His temper has also become increasingly bad.

But me, almost 30 myself, my sexual desire just keeps growing stronger every day.

Most of the time, I can only rely on masturbating to satisfy myself.

When I came back from a business trip once, I was shocked to discover that Dylan seemed to have returned to how he was when we first started dating.

That night, he tied me to the bed and blindfolded me, bringing me to climax again and again.

But what confused me was that every time we had sex after that, he insisted I wear a blindfold.

At first, I thought it was just his new kink.

Later, I realized that during sex, I kept feeling a scar on his back.

But Dylan never had any scars on his back...

Today was Thursday. It had been over half a month since I returned from my business trip.

Strange thing was, ever since I got back, Dylan and his mother Martha had been treating me better and better. But also... weirder and weirier.

At first, I didn't think anything was wrong. I figured it was because I'd been promoted to Manager while Dylan was still just a low-level employee with no hope of advancement.

I thought it was simply because I'd become the main breadwinner of the household.

Since I came back, Dylan seemed like a different person. Every night, he'd initiate intimacy.

He'd leave me completely drained and dizzy.

Martha would also bring me a health drink before bed every night and every morning.

She claimed it was to "replenish my body."

I thought maybe my luck had finally turned around.

That day, my package arrived. It was a see-through nightgown and some pearl-studded panties.

I figured since Dylan was putting in so much effort, I shouldn't disappoint him either.

Martha had called that afternoon saying she was going to her hometown in the countryside to bring some things back.

So tonight, I wanted to surprise Dylan.

I picked up the package and headed home early.

Dylan wasn't off work yet, so I took a shower and carefully pampered my body.

My skin was fragrant and smooth all over, absolutely intoxicating.

I put on the see-through nightgown and hid in the bedroom closet.

After a while, I heard the door open. It was Dylan.

"Hello, Mr. Xavier. Yes, once it's ready I'll text you and you can come over."

"Mr. Xavier? Why does he sound so deferential and submissive..." Hearing that form of address, I thought, "A client is coming over? Forget it then, it'd be so embarrassing to be dressed like this."

Just as I was about to come out of the closet, I heard Dylan walk into the room.

I thought, I can't go out dressed like this. How mortifying.

So I kept waiting. Soon enough, Dylan took a phone call and left.

I came out of the closet and changed into regular pajamas. I wore a cami underneath.

It was dinner time. I went to the kitchen and found the bird's nest health drink Martha had left warming in the pot.

"How thoughtful." I picked it up and drank half a bowl.

Just as I finished, Dylan came home. When he saw me, he froze. "Lila, what are you doing home?"

I was too embarrassed to tell him about the nightgown, so I made up a lie. "Oh, I wasn't feeling well, so I took the afternoon off and came home early."

I noticed his expression looked off. "What's wrong? Trouble at work?"

My words seemed to snap Dylan back to reality. He forced a smile, walked over and hugged me. "Nothing, I just missed you, babe."

I leaned into his embrace, feeling so warm.

Then Dylan noticed the bowl on the table. "You had the health drink?"

"Yeah, I was a bit hungry, so I had some first."

"How much did you drink?"

"One bowl, I guess."

Hearing this, Dylan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

His arms around me gradually became less innocent. His lips teased my ear, making me itch unbearably. My body went limp.

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.

Just like the past two weeks, he reached for the black lace, wanting to blindfold me.

Watching his movements, I said coquettishly, "Can we not use the blindfold? I want to watch you."

Dylan's hand froze abruptly, his expression suddenly rigid. I thought he was angry. I figured the lace was just a way to spice things up, and I didn't want him upset or to ruin such a good mood.

"Okay, okay, blindfold me. Go ahead."

Dylan covered my eyes.

The loss of vision made my skin even more sensitive.

Dylan leaned down, constantly kissing my forehead, nose, lips, neck with his lips, then gradually moving lower.

My head was getting foggier and foggier, though not as severely as the previous times.

Then I felt the warmth on my body disappear. My clouded mind could only whimper to express my dissatisfaction.

"Be good, I'm getting protection. Just wait."

Hearing his voice, I relaxed.

After a while, I felt someone's body press against mine again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, enduring his increasingly rapid rhythm.