Arianna's husband walks in on his cheating wife...

The Councilor's Humiliation – A Museum Turned Breeding Temple

The Office Transformed – A Den of Depravity

Arianna’s once-pristine office had morphed into something far more obscene.

The walls stretched beyond natural limits, the ceiling arched like a cathedral of sin, the floor gleamed with a sheen of sweat and arousal. The Osiris ring’s magic had warped reality, turning the space into a grand hall of debauchery—a temple where Stefano reigned as both priest and god.

Arianna Ricci, the haughty blonde director, knelt naked on her mahogany desk, the voluptuous milf's massive K-cup tits swaying as Stefano pounded into her from behind, his fat cock pistoning between her jiggling fatass.

"F-Fuck! S-Stefano—!" she moaned, her manicured nails clawing at the wood, the haughty bitch's blonde curls sticking to her flushed face.

Emma, the Filipina assistant, licked Stefano’s balls with worshipful devotion, her dark eyes glazed, her tongue flicking in time with his thrusts.

Around them, shadow clones of Stefano—each a perfect replica of the incubus—guided new arrivals into the chamber:

Tourists, their eyes glazed, their bodies already slick with need.

"ORE WA CHIN CHIN GA DAISUKE NANDAYO"

Professors, their prim blouses unbuttoned, their nipples stiff.

"Hmmmph!! S-Stop!! O-Ohmygod, yes!!!"

University students, their innocence melting under the incubi’s gaze.

"Nnggh!! Melissa, stop!! M-My girlfriend... f-fuck! They are splitting her in half!!"

The air thrummed with moans, the scent of sex thick as incense.

And then—

—the door slammed open.

The Husband’s Arrival – Riccardo’s Shock

Riccardo Michelini, city councilor and Arianna’s husband, stood frozen in the doorway, his custom-tailored suit suddenly suffocating, his jaw slack.

"A-Arianna?!"

His prim and proper wife, the woman who had once sneered at vulgarity, was bouncing on another man’s cock, her tits slapping against her chest, her mouth drooling around a second Stefano’s length.

Arianna’s eyes flickered to her husband—recognition, shame, then defiance.

"R-Riccardo—!"

Stefano chuckled, his hand tightening in her hair, his hips snapping harder.

"Ah, Councilor Michelini," he purred, his voice dripping with mock courtesy. "Welcome to the new museum experience."

Riccardo staggered back, his face purpling with rage.

"You filthy—!"

Stefano snapped his fingers.

The shadow clones moved, their golden eyes glowing, their bodies encircling Riccardo like wolves.

"Now, now," Stefano murmured, pulling Arianna’s head back by her hair, forcing her to meet her husband’s gaze. "Let’s not be rude."

Arianna whimpered, her body trembling—not from fear, but from pleasure.

"H-He’s—ah!—h-hypnotizing me—!"

Riccardo growled, his fists clenching.

"I’ll kill you—!"

Stefano grinned, his incubus fangs glinting.

"No," he corrected. "You’ll watch."

The Subliminal Domination – A Cuckold’s Training

Riccardo lunged—

—and collapsed mid-step, his knees hitting the floor, his body locked in place.

Stefano’s subliminal pulse had taken hold—a mere glance, a whisper of power, and the proud councilor was immobilized.

"Good," Stefano praised, his fingers trailing down Arianna’s spine. "Now, Riccardo… watch your wife break."

Arianna screamed, her back arching, her tits bouncing wildly as Stefano rammed into her.

"N-No! I—I’m not—! F-Fuck! Fuck!"

Emma giggled, her tongue swirling around Stefano’s throbbing shaft.

"She’s lying, Councilor," she whispered, her voice singsong. "She loves it."

Riccardo trembled, his eyes wide, his cock straining against his slacks.

Stefano noticed.

"Oh?" He licked his lips. "Does the councilor enjoy seeing his wife degraded?"

Arianna sobbed, her resistance crumbling.

"S-Stop—! P-Please—!"

Stefano ignored her, his hand snapping up—a silent command.

One of his clones stepped forward, his cock already glistening with precum.

"Open," the clone ordered, pressing his length to Riccardo’s lips.

Riccardo resisted—

—until Stefano leaned down, his golden eyes burning.

"Obey."

The councilor’s mouth fell open.

The clone thrust inside, gagging him on demonic flesh.

Arianna wailed, her orgasm ripping through her as she watched her husband suck another Stefano.

The Breeding Temple – A Museum’s New Purpose

The hall echoed with debauchery:

Professors bent over artifacts, their asses stuffed with shadow clones.

Students riding mummy cases, their pussies dripping.

Tourists licking each other clean, their minds rewired for pleasure.

And at the center of it all—

—Stefano, his cock buried in Arianna’s cunt, his hand fisted in Riccardo’s hair, his lips curled in triumph.

"This," he breathed, yanking Riccardo’s head back, letting him watch his wife’s creampie drip, "is power."

Arianna collapsed, the voluptuous slut's sinful body twitching, her pussy overflowing with tainted seed.

Emma crawled forward, her tongue lapping at the mess.

"So tasty, Miss Ricci~"

Riccardo shook, his face streaked with tears, his mouth still stretched around a clone’s cock.

Stefano patted his cheek.

"Don’t worry, Councilor," he murmured, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "You’ll learn to love your new role."

He snapped his fingers.

The clones descended, their cocks seeking every hole.

The museum was no longer a place of history.

It was a temple of breeding.