Chapter 6。 The Evil Heart

I got dressed and walked out of the house。 I trotted to the door of Sophie’s rental house and found that the door was unlocked since there was a gap。 I understood that it must be that the muscular man did not keep the door shut when he went out。 I was very grateful to him。 I put my eyes against the gap of the door and saw Sophie lying on the bed softly， two legs spreading out， and the left hand was holding the large pink massage stick to stir her mystery garden。 “The skin is too watery， white and tender。” I couldn’t help exclaiming， thinking that if I succeeded， I could ride on her。 My heart almost jumped out。 Outside the door， I hesitated for a long time， whether to go in or not。 But when I heard Sophie moaning in the room。 I opened the door。 After entering Sophie’s room， the first thing I did was to quickly close the door and fasten the insurance。 “What the hell？！” Sophie saw a man coming in suddenly， and she was doing the shameful thing， she immediately screamed。 “Don’t cry， I’m Ely。” I urged。 And when Sophie saw clearly that it was me， she immediately changed her tone， and the look turned upside down。 “Ely， you loser， why the hell you came to my place？” She shouted hysterically： “Get the fuck out of here， or I will call the police。” I knew she was angry， and she would be disgusted when a stranger came broke into her house。 And I happened to see her masturbating。 One of the most important reasons contributing to her anger was that in her eyes， I am a waste--no money and ugly， and dumbfounded。 Me seeing her masturbating was profaning her。 Thinking of this， I suddenly became angry and shouted at her： “Who do you call a loser？ I didn’t expect you to be so serious in the company， but in private， so slutty。 You can’t help but play on the massage stick during the day。” She quickly stood up wrapping in a quilt， pushed me outside the door and said， “It’s none of our goddamn business！ Just get the fuck outta here。 We are not done today！” “UHUH。” I sneered and pushed her away， then picked up the phone and showed her the video I just took of her and the muscular man。 In the video， she shook her buttocks and knelt on the bed， begging the muscular man to fuck her。 The following part was even more passionate。 I saw her face paling， and she skipped over to grab my phone。 “You took the video？ Give me your phone！” I lifted my phone high to prevent her from catching it and said， smiling： “I didn’t expect you to be so decent at work， but now messing with other men while your boyfriend is away。” “What on earth do you want？” She stared at me with her eyes glaring that seemed to swallow me。 I touched my nose and hesitated for a few seconds， but I saw her standing white in front of me， my long-planned idea blurted out。 “As long as you have sex with me， I will delete the video。 And by that time， no one owes anyone。” Her angry lips were shaking， pointing at my head and shouting， “You are a toad who wants to eat swan meat。 I won’t agree to you。 I will call the police now and accuse you of raping。 It’s no big deal！” I felt a bit guilty。 This woman was really bitchy。 Her body has been touched by so many men， just not me。 It seemed that she really looked down on me。