LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 26: Satoru has no limits in lying:
Satoru bursts through the grand entrance, his energy as unrelenting as ever, "Wifey, I'm home!" Behind him, the guards shut the massive, intricately carved wooden doors, their movements precise and practiced.
The maids, hearing his arrival, quickly gather at the entrance of the living room. Those within view bow in unison, offering a silent, formal gesture of welcome.
You hear his booming voice and step out of the bedroom, curiosity tugging at you. Passing through the quiet corridors, you reach the staircase and look down. There he stands, sweat glistening on his brow, his cheeks flushed, yet his mood unusually bright. You can't help but wonder what could have him in such high spirits.
As Satoru's eyes meet your calm, unwelcoming gaze, the excitement drains from his expression, replaced by confusion. "Why are you standing there like a statue?" he asks, his tone uncertain.
A small smile tugs at your lips as you press your fingers to your forehead, briefly closing your eyes. "No reason," you reply softly, the hint of a smile still there. "But why are you sweating?"
Satoru hesitates for a moment, his mind racing to come up with a quick excuse. A strange, slightly forced smile spreads across his face as he suddenly bounds up the stairs toward you. Before you can react, he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace.
"Nothing much," he says with a laugh, steering you gently through the corridors toward the bedroom. "Just went to the gym, you know, getting in shape and all that."
As Satoru pulls you into the bedroom, a strange scent catches your nose. Once inside the bedroom, you ask, "What's that smell?"
Satoru looks down at you, releasing you. "What smell?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You... stink—like cum," you cover your mouth with both your hands.
He gives you a flat look, his lips pressed together in annoyance and embarrassment. "And you stink like shit."
You point at him, frowning. "Hey! I don't smell like that!" you protest.
Satoru smirks, teasing,"sure you don't."
But then, something shifts. You catch a faint, floral scent—nothing like his usual cologne. Your eyes narrow as realization hits. "Wait a second."
You step closer, lean in, and sniff his collar. Your eyes widen. "That's the smell of a woman!"
Satoru tenses, his expression turning guarded.
You straighten, your face hardening as the seriousness settles in even more. "Who were you with?" you demand, your voice cool and measured.
Satoru's eyes flash with annoyance. His smirk fades, replaced by a serious, unreadable expression as he steps back, clearly irritated. "That is none of your business," he snaps, his tone sharp as he tries to hide his lies behind a wall of indifference.
You grab his wrist firmly, your grip tight as you demand, "Tell me!"
He yanks his arm away, eyes meeting yours with a flash of annoyance. Raising his voice just a little, he snaps, "Didn't I say I was going to Suguru's place before I left?" His gaze lingers on you, irritation evident in his tone.
As his lies spill out, something inside you tightens. It's as if he think you're too blind to see the truth. Your jealousy rises, and you can't help but be angry, You do not have any limits in lying, do you?
You narrow your eyes, frustration building. "Didn't you say you just came back from the gym!?"
Satoru tilts his head away, closing his eyes briefly as he mutters under his breath, "Oh, Lord. Now I understand why married men hate their wives."
Your voice sharpens in response, "You hate me for what reason!?"
He turns back to you, his expression a mix of exasperation and sarcasm. "I'm experiencing an annoying wife at the age of 19. Thanks to you!"
Satoru turns, tossing his tie on the floor as he walks toward the door of the bedroom to get out.
You rush over, hugging him tightly from behind, eyes closed, with desperation to hold him back for the first time, "Satoru, I love you. Stop doing this to me!"
He rolls his eyes, gently pulling your arms away but still holding them. "I love you too. Just stop being possessive."
He lets go of your hands. "I'm going to freshen up." Then he leaves the bedroom.
As Satoru leaves the bedroom, you stand there for a moment, your heart still racing. "That scent... smelled familiar," you mutter to yourself.
A wave of insecurity hits you, your mind racing. Jealousy and hurt seep in, twisting inside you as you try to shake off the unsettling feeling.
Satoru sinks into the bath, his body relaxing in the warm water. A smirk forms on his lips as he thinks to himself, "I like how she's acting jealous." Leaning back, he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and exhales with a huge sigh. "Guess I'll do her tomorrow then," he mutters, the words laced with a mix of excitement and desire for tomorrow.
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You slip quietly out of the bedroom, your heart racing. You make your way to the laundry room, ensuring no one is around. With a quick glance, you open the laundry basket and grab Satoru's shirt. Bringing it to your nose, you instantly recoil, disgusted by the smell. "Smells like sex," you mutter to yourself, fighting the urge to gag.
But something feels familiar about the scent. You take another sniff, trying to place it. Your eyes widen as realization hits. "It's Utahime's!" you whisper, the shock settling in.
Lowering your voice, you check the inner side of the collar, and your eyes freeze on a kiss mark, bright red and unmistakable. "Satoru, you bastard! How could you!" you hiss, the hurt and jealousy taking over. With shaking hands, you snap a photo of the mark, your breath heavy with anger.
You return the shirt to the laundry basket, closing it gently, then slip out of the room, your mind reeling from what you've just discovered. I tried to trust you, Satoru, but screw you at this point!
As you leave the laundry room, the weight of the discovery pressing on you, you mutter to yourself, "Just you wait, Utahime. I'm getting you tomorrow." With determination in your steps, you walk through the hallways, your mind set on what comes next.
💌 You have no control over your own life—
To be continued...