Chapter Five: Returning Home on a Rainy Night and a Solo Performance Titled "Sleep"

The rain showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it became even more torrential as the night deepened.

I was driving Reiko Kanzaki's Porsche Cayenne on a highway in Tokyo.

This is a true beast. The white body drew a sharp arc through the rain, and the 3.0T V6 engine roared with a deep and powerful sound, as if responding to the restless energy within me.

The ambient lighting inside the car was set to a warm, violet hue, and languid jazz music flowed from the premium sound system. The heater was on full blast, completely shutting out the cold from outside.

I gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel with one hand, feeling the delicate touch on my fingertips.

At this moment, I was completely naked under my trench coat.

My extremely sensitive private parts were pressed directly against Porsche's iconic sports seats. Although they were made of genuine leather, at this moment, they felt more like a special kind of **** device to me.

"Hmm..."

Whenever the wheels roll over a seam in the road or go over a speed bump, the car's carefully tuned suspension system transforms the undulations of the road into a resilient vibration that is transmitted to my hips and thighs without any obstruction.

The area between her legs, which had been slightly dry, became moist again due to this subtle friction. Each braking caused her body to slide slightly on the seat, stimulating that most intimate part.

"Is this car... also an accomplice?"

Looking at the woman in the rearview mirror, her face flushed and her eyes glazed, I couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. Reiko Kanzaki used to hate how precise the road feel was in this car, finding it uncomfortable. But now, I felt it was a long, secretive flirtation, the prelude to climax.

About twenty minutes later, the car entered the underground parking garage of a super-luxury tower apartment building in the port area.

This is Reiko Kanzaki's "castle," and also a landmark luxury residence in Tokyo where land is incredibly valuable.

After parking the car in the designated spot, I wrapped my trench coat tighter around myself and walked towards the elevator lobby in my high heels.

Swipe your card, enter the elevator, and press the top floor button.

The elevator was a private entrance, its interior decorated with black marble and gold mirrors, breathtakingly luxurious. The gravitational pull of the elevator's rapid ascent sent a pleasurable, tingling sensation through my already congested uterus. Leaning against the cold mirror, I looked at the sliver of thigh peeking out from under my trench coat, a strange sense of anticipation rising within me.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened.

What comes into view is a spacious entrance hall with a floor paved with a single piece of imported Italian marble and several modern abstract paintings on the wall that I don't understand but are certainly priceless.

The heavy security door clicked open with a fingerprint unlock.

As soon as the door was opened, the smart home system automatically sensed the owner's return.

"Welcome home, Ms. Reiko."

Soft, warm yellow lights gradually illuminated the room, and the central air conditioning silently adjusted the temperature to a comfortable 24 degrees Celsius. The electric curtains in the living room slowly drew back, revealing a breathtaking scene—

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall, the Tokyo Tower and the entire Minato Ward are a dazzling night view. The city lights in the downpour flow like a jeweled river, meandering beneath your feet.

Is this what Reiko Kanzaki's life is like?

The luxurious world that I used to only see on TV has now become my daily life.

I took off my high heels and stepped barefoot onto the huge white wool rug in the living room. The soft, cloud-like touch enveloped my toes, making me squint my eyes in comfort.

The room was quiet; there was no one else there.

According to her memory, although Reiko had a fiancé, the two did not live together, and their relationship was as cold as that of business partners. This place was entirely her private territory.

"Haa..."

The moment you relax, a feeling of exhaustion and another kind of emptiness comes at the same time.

I walked into the bathroom, which was even bigger than the apartment I used to rent.

The walls and floors are covered entirely in marble, with a huge circular jacuzzi in the center, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I turned on the solid gold faucet, and hot water gushed out. Soon, steam began to fill the bathroom.

Standing in front of the huge vanity mirror, I unbuckled the belt of my trench coat.

Splash!

The beige trench coat slipped to the ground.

In the mirror, a perfect female body was revealed. After tonight's "feeding" and the staff's transformation, this body was breathtakingly beautiful. Her skin was fair and delicate, with a healthy pink glow; her two large breasts stood proudly erect; and below her slender waist were full and rounded hips.

only……

On those long, slender legs, there were still various dried traces—semen stains, vaginal fluids, and sweat, forming a lewd abstract painting on the inner thighs.

"It's... filthy."

I chuckled softly and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water instantly enveloped my entire body, and the warm feeling was like countless gentle hands caressing my skin.

"Hmm..."

I stretched out my limbs in the water, letting the hot water soak every pore. The remaining impurities slowly dissolved in the water.

I picked up the shower gel from the shelf next to me, poured it onto the sponge, and began to wash my body.

The foam is fine and rich, with a sophisticated rose fragrance.

I focused on cleaning my inner thighs and genitals.

He probed his fingers into the still somewhat red and swollen entrance, gently digging out the remaining contents.

"hiss……"

A slight tingling sensation came, but more than that, a strange pleasure. My fingers slid along the inner wall, which remained incredibly sensitive; even the slightest touch would trigger a contraction.

"Looks like... I'm still not full..."

I leaned against the edge of the bathtub, watching the rain outside the window, my fingers unconsciously playing with the two nipples floating on the water.

After taking a shower, I didn't put on my pajamas, but instead wrapped myself in a bath towel and went into the bedroom.

At the center of the bedroom is a huge king-size bed covered with dark gray silk bedding.

I collapsed onto the bed, the silky, cool touch against my skin was so comfortable it made me want to moan.

On the bedside table sat an exquisitely framed photo of Reiko Kanzaki and her fiancé. In the photo, her smile was polite yet aloof, her eyes conveying a cold arrogance.

I picked up the photo frame, looked at "her from the past," and a playful smile appeared on my lips.

Goodnight, Reiko.

I whispered to the photo, then casually placed the frame face down on the table.

I turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness, with only the faint light of the city outside the window shining on the bed.

I hugged the soft down pillow, curled up, buried my face in it, and took a deep breath. It was the natural scent of this body, which had now become my fragrance.

So much happened that night, it was all so crazy. But strangely, I didn't feel any guilt; instead, I felt a sense of peace, as if I had finally found myself again.

This body, this identity, this life... this is what should belong to me.

That lowly male employee is dead.

Tomorrow... tomorrow is another new day.

There are even more prey and more pleasure waiting for me.

With such sweet yet sinful anticipation, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep to the white noise of the downpour outside the window.