Chapter 3

Next day, 2 PM.

I reminded Zach to record—for evidence to show brother.

But this guy no reply till 2:30.

Seeing sister-in-law already out, I was antsy like on hot coals.

Damn! Unreliable at crucial moment!

Called Zach frantically, finally connected at 2:45.

Zach weakly said he couldn’t go—got hit by a car just leaving.

“What the hell, such coincidence??”

Clenched fist—only me then.

“Alright bro, rest; I’ll visit after.”

“Wait—”

Hung up, vaguely heard two words before disconnect.

But anxious to reach by 3, ignored.

Arrived exactly 3:01 at the door.

Rushed, just threw on mask and sunglasses.

Hope not recognized.

Nervous, rubbing hands,

rang doorbell.

After a while, door opened.

It was sister-in-law Emily.

I lowered eyes disappointed.

My brother treats her well, buys expensive supplements without question.

Plus, he’s a factory owner, good salary.

If in trouble, tell him—why do this?

But in a flash, hid emotions, stared straight at Emily.

She wore last night’s pink sheer, with her gentle calm face—made you want to hurt her bad.

Wearing so little—not afraid clients go further while drinking??

“Mr. Zach, not coming in?”

Sister-in-law unconsciously rubbed shoulders, her two melons squeezed together by arms.

Her scent filled my nose.

Entered, Emily pulled a black blindfold from bag, covered eyes.

Sat on bed, lifted one side, exposed full melon.

“Mr. Zach, I know you don’t want face seen—I blindfolded, come quick!”

“Huh?”

Her actions stunned me.

Isn’t $1,000 just one cup?

Her pose—like ready for direct mouth.

She hesitated: “Mr. Zach, your $5,000 allows direct…”

Suddenly, she smirked, grabbed me to bed, flipped and straddled.

“Zach, don’t be shy.”

“Once, there’ll be twice.”

“I’m amazing.”

She cooed, leaned down.

Before I spoke, mouth blocked.

Felt soft skin spreading over body, instinctively gripped her slim waist, making Emily moan.

The big thing in mouth kept pushing in.