NTR Crush : I Will Steal Every Girl - NTR Crush - V2 - Chapter 17

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My father was looking right at the closet now. Why did he have to be so paranoid! No, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have dirt scribed him while I was in the middle of surveillance. I made a noise, and he was just being diligent by checking. Before he could take a step, there was a light knock on the door. He paused and then turned directions, throwing a robe on and opening the sliding door and peering out. Mrs. Fukumi squeaked, grabbing a robe too and hastily putting it on herself to cover her naked body. I couldn’t see who was at the door, but the voice was familiar if a bit different.

“Hi, I’m a guest here, did you know that your key was left
at the front?” Kira asked although she was trying to change her voice so it
sounded a little different.

Father’s voice followed. “Oh? Are you the one who turned it
in? Thanks for checking. As soon as I noticed it missing, I went straight
there. Thanks, misses.”

Damn it, why did dad have to be so on the ball? He was so
hot and heavy with Miss Fukumi, when did he have time to run to the front to
grab his key? Was he feeling Miss Fukumi up all the way through a side trip!
Does he have no decency? Actually, recalling the faces of the old people who
ran this place, and the nature of this facility, they were probably very full
of free love. It was no wonder they were willing to buy our fornications so
easily, considering their own indecent acts. They were probably more scared of
a news reporter finding out they hold sex parties and getting their whole place
stigmatized.

“Oh… that’s good…” She said, her voice silent for a bit.

I could tell she was trying to think up something else. She
had knocked on the door intending to use the key as her way to distract him.
Well, that’s not actually what I meant when I handed her the key. Rather, I was
thinking she’d come up with something like a carbon monoxide leak or some other
lie.

“Is there anything else you need?” He asked.

“A-a-actually…” She said slowly and deliberately. “Um…
rather… my husband and I… we’re… um… new, and we just got here last night.”

“Is that so? Well, little lady, congratulations.”

I recognized the tone of voice my dad was using. It was the same tone he used when he was flirting with women. He had kind of a condescending tone that I imagined would put women off more than not, yet they always seemed to blush when dad spoke that way. Mrs. Fukumi was watching this all with a frown, clearly wanting to continue to have Dad’s attention, but not willing to interrupt and risk angering him.

“Yes… um… so, we were just celebrating tonight… and… I noticed you were a couple not too much older than us. We thought it’d be good to learn from a more experienced couple. Perhaps, you like to join us for sake at the bar?”

“Sake? Huh?” Dad sounded thoughtful. “Actually, my woman here bought me a really nice bottle of sake yesterday. Let’s all open it and drink to your celebration. Who needs bars when we can have the comfort of a room?”

I felt the implication of those words. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to Dirt Scribe him, but my daily limit was already used. This is why I often put off using it. Every time it seemed like a good time, another time would come up where I felt like it was even more important. Right now, I was certain dad had some nefarious plan, but my skill was used and I had nothing to guide me.

“Aah… here?” Kira sounded nervous, she had to be picking up
on his predatory vibes too. “It’s just… my husband…”

“Your room it is then? We can wait for your husband there. Right, dear? Let’s go out and enjoy this evening.”

Mrs. Fukumi jumped when he turned to her for support and then smiled at just being acknowledged. “Y-yes… That is why we came, to have fun.”

“Oh, wait… but he’s… the bar…”

Dad re-entered the room, heading straight for the closet. I
immediately scooted back as all three of them came into view. He didn’t even
look as he reached his hand in and grabbed a bottle which was sitting in a bag.
He immediately yanked it out. Kira, still wearing her mask with her hair up in a
bun, shot the closet door a meaningful look before Father put his hand on her
shoulder and guided her out into the hallway.

“Nonsense!” Dad laughed, “Your husband will be sure to check
in on you when you don’t come back. Don’t worry, Sasori and I will take good
care of you until he returns.”

Sasori followed docilely and nodded. “Don’t worry. I’m a teacher and he’s a businessman. We’re honest people.”

I could only grind my teeth in disgust as the door finally closed, leaving me alone in their room. I didn’t really know what to think. Dad was truly an expert at NTR! I didn’t need dirt scribe to realize what was on his brain. In his mind, Kira came to his room alone because deep down, she wanted him without me. Perhaps he assumed we had a fight. Even if not, what woman abandoned her husband on a honeymoon? He reckoned Kira’s husband was in a bar getting drunk, and would either sleep with some other woman in this swinging hotel or return so late that the deed would be done by the time he showed up.

He planned to take Kira back to her room and seduce her. He chose her room because it would disarm her and make her more comfortable. Sasori, the trustworthy teacher, would soothe her worries, and further, allow her to trust this innocent couple she went to. Then, sake would pull off the edge, and Dad would enjoy a mother-daughter threesome. At least, based on what I saw, that’s where I would have taken things. Unless I returned early, Kira would be under dad within the next hour.

Kira was only a friend, not a lover. This wasn’t something that hurt me. In fact, I thought it was a bit funny. If I let things keep going, how far would Kira go? A dark part of me started to whisper in my ear. If dad succeeded and she got drunk and had a threesome, then I could take pictures of all three of them. I could blackmail Kira and her mother. Did I have it in me to go all the way? Could I really throw my friend under the bus? Admittedly, she’d been the one who caused her own downfall. She knocked on the door and gave that particular excuse. I wasn’t exactly wronging her. I was just failing to act.

I waited long enough for the group to have left the hallway, and then I pushed my way out of their room. I only had a few pictures. Although they proved the affair, when it came to blackmail, I wanted more. The images needed to be shocking. They needed to cause Miss. Fukumi to panic. They needed to be so risqué, that it wasn’t just the fact that she was cheating, but that fact that those images would ruin her image forever. If that was the case, Perhaps I needed to take things that extra step.

I returned to our room and then listened at the door. With
the paper-walls, it wasn’t difficult to hear the conversation in there.

“Here, here, drink.” Dad was saying.

“I’m… not really into drinking.” Kira’s voice sounded really
tight and stressed, her plan having backfired completely.

“Don’t worry about it, here, Sasori will take a drink first,
then you. How about that? You really need to loosen up, right Sasori?”

“Y-yes…” Mrs. Fukumi aided her man. “I’ll drink first. You won’t let a girl drink alone, will you?”

“How about you help your little sister here get a bit more
comfortable.”

“Y-yes… Elzo…”

“Wh-what are you doing?” Kira’s voice came out shrilly.

“Don’t worry, we’re both women. You don’t need to worry. If
your breasts don’t breath, they won’t become big like mine.”

“Th-that’s impossible.” Kira’s voice was weak.

She was doing horribly. I was once again floored at how aggressive they were being and how in sync the couple worked. I had always heard stories about a woman married to a serial killer and aiding him in all of his evil. I had never understood how that kind of stuff happened. Now, I was seeing it first hand. Mrs. Fukumi had gone all in. My father had her wrapped around his finger. At this point, she was molesting her own daughter to prep her so my dad could fuck her. She would say or do anything to help father reach his goal. Any guilt I felt for sending her to this spa was gone. Her devotion was at a frightening level.

What if she found out this really was her daughter? Would he still convince her to go through with it? Was even that not a limit? I didn’t think it was anymore. She probably would cover up a murder for dad. Fortunately, he was just a drunk, horny bastard, not a psychopath. However, I could stand by and let them continue to work my poor childhood friend alone.

Straightening my mask, I sighed and then slid open the door and stepped in. “What’s going on?”

I tried to make my voice rough sounding so that no one would recognize me. My father was selfish and barely paid attention to me, so I wasn’t lying when I said it was unlikely he would notice. Now, I knew I was just one of potentially dozens of kids he had, so it was no wonder he didn’t think much of us. However, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Fukumi didn’t suspect anything. Then again, she was completely focused on my dad’s wants. Even while her hand was on Kira’s leg and she was kissing Kira’s neck, she was looking at my father for approval like a loyal dog.

“Hey, brother. We were waiting for you!” Other than a swift
second of frustration when I walked in, dad had already switched gears and
welcomed me with a smile.

Dad’s ability to manipulate people and steal women was at a completely different level than my own. I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that I was just a low-level mob facing the big ending boss. He was so bold that he could even be caught trying to molest a man’s wife and make the guy feel doubtful about what he saw. Kira’s robe was askew, showing additional cleavage, her robe was pushed up to the point where she was about to show dad everything. Her neck was red and wet. This was all done by Sasori, her own mother, but the effect was still the same.

“I thought we were meeting in the bar, honey?” I
collaborated her lie.

She looked up at me helplessly, with just a tinge of
thankfulness in her eyes. “Sorry…”

Dad was staring at us, his mood immediately diminished. After all, he came exceptionally close to having a threesome and enjoying a young girl. Now, he was completely on his own. In a few moments, he’d probably try to duck out and just enjoy Mrs. Fukumi tonight. But, I still needed better images.

“So… I heard sake…” I said while thinking quickly, grabbing
the bottle and picking it up. “How about a few drinks?”

I knew my father a bit too well. He never ducked out on a drink, especially if it came from a nice bottle. The one Mrs. Fukumi got was particularly nice. I didn’t know if she spent a ton and got expensive booze, or if she took my advice and just put cheap stuff in a nice bottle. Knowing Miss Fukumi’s obsession with dad, I suspected it was the former. She would gladly do anything for my father. Good… once I made it clear that she could lose dad forever, hopefully, that meant she’d do anything for me as well.

I poured the drinks and we all drank. Of course, I fake drunk, and when no one was looking, sent my drink flying. I suspected that Kira was doing the same, but she seemed to still be getting a bit of alcohol. Her cheeks grew rosier as the night went on, and her face got a bit slack. By the time the four of us polished off half the bottle, dad had his arm around me and was singing. It reminded me of a trip when we went camping one year. Except, it was mom and Maria with us then, and our family still felt like it had a chance. Mrs. Fukumi was on the bed, hiccuping and occasionally making a grab for her daughter, groping her until Kira pushe her hands away. Perhaps Mrs. Fukumi was a bit of a lesbian?

“Hey… you’re alright man…”Dad said, pulling out a key and
handing it to me.”

“What’s this?” I asked, not even bothering to pretend to be
drunk at this point.

“It’s the key to my room,” Dad explained. “I’m gonna just be
honest here. My woman here… she’s actually some other guy’s woman. I just fuck
her. I want you to fuck her too.”

“S-seriously?” I was stunned he said it so blatantly.

That was alcohol for you.

“Yeah… Hey, Sasori, this guy is going to take you back to the room. Show him a good time, okay?” Dad ordered.

Sasori smiled drunkenly, looking at father with reverence.
“Yes… I’d love to. You can do anything to me… even stick it in my ass if you
want.”

Kira, not nearly as drunk at the pair, let out a noise,
choking before turning away, her face red.

“Eh? See? She’s really good too. Tight pussy. Big Ass and nice titties. Just don’t cum in her, alright?” He said, chuckling and even winking, suggesting he didn’t care if I used her as a cum dumpster.

“And… what will you be doing while I have your wife.” I
asked, already knowing the answer.

“Of course, I’ll be fucking your wife!” He pointed right at
Kira, who straightened as she became the center of the talk.

I sighed, shaking my head. Maybe, with a bit more alcohol,
they’d pass out and I could pose them or something. I had hoped with them
drunk, they’d started fondling each other again as they did in the pool. Then
it’d just be a matter of encouraging them to fuck and filming the outcome.
However, Dad was just too caught up on Kira. This was a bust. At least, I had a
few images. I’d have to make due with those.

“Okay…” Kira suddenly spoke up, causing my polite refusal to
be lost before it left my tongue.

“Okay?” I ask, seriously struggling to understand her words.

“Take… Mrs. Fukumi… back to her room. I’ll handle him!” Kira
declared, her eyes fiercely determined.

“Seriously?”

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