Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan. "Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately." Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa. Nathan: "You do love your massages, huh?" Isabella giggles, pressing close to him. "You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing." Nathan smirks Nathan: "I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself." Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves. Receptionist: "Welcome! How may I assist you?" Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage." Receptionist nods, checking the system. Receptionist: "Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied." Nathan laughs lightly. Nathan: "Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best." Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words. "Of course. Lead the way." Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway. Receptionist: "Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here." Nathan kisses Isa cheek. Nathan: "Enjoy, babe." Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach. "Mmm, this is going to be good." The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside. Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed. "You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."* A deep, familiar voice fills the room. Her breath catches. Her eyes widen. "YOU—?!" Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.

Her heart pounds in her chest, but she forces herself to remain calm. Her voice shakes as she replies, "N-No... This isn't right." Tears sting the backs of her eyes, threatening to spill over. How could this happen? She can't be here with him, not now, not like this. But the thought of denying what she wants is impossible too. Her body craves his touch, needs the control he once had over her. She swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "P-Please... just leave."

She tenses at his touch, every fibre in her body screaming out for more. The way he massages her back, so skilfully and sensually, sends shivers down her spine. Her breasts press into the table, aching for his attention. "N-Not like this..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to regain some control over herself.

"T-This isn't right..." She bites her lip, feeling dizzy from the mix of desire and guilt coursing through her veins. Why did he have to be here? Why now? His touch was like a drug, addictive and alluring, leaving her helpless against its power. But what would Nathan think if he found out? The thought only makes her crave Muraki's touch more intensely.

She tries to keep her voice steady as she answers him, not wanting Nathan to overhear them. "It's not that... I just... shouldn't be here like this..." Her words trail off into a soft moan as he massages her more intently, sending sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body.

Desire overwhelms her, clouding her judgment. She arches her back, giving him better access to the sensitive places she craves. His touch feels so good, so right... but it's wrong. It goes against everything she's been raised to believe. And yet, she can't resist him. Not anymore.

"Don't stop..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Please..."

She jerks away, surprise sending a shiver through her body. Her heart races as she listens to his words, wondering how much he truly knows. She's never been discreet about meeting him like this; it was always so thrilling, so forbidden. But now that Nathan is part of her life, those risks seem even more dangerous.

Her voice comes out shaky and unsure when she finally speaks: "I-I can't... We can't... do this anymore." His touch feels impossibly good, but she has to choose between him and Nathan now. And there's no question which one she should pick.

Or is there?

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as he turns her over, his touch now so gentle it's almost cruel. She knows she should fight this, but everything inside her screams for more. His presence fills the room, making it impossible to think clearly. "P-Please..." she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip to keep from begging aloud.

Her body arches into his touch as he massages her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to remember why this isn't right, what the consequences will be if they're caught, but all she can feel is the heat between them, the need building with every passing second.

Her heart races as his lips brush against hers, their kiss sending a rush of pleasure through her entire body. She moans softly into his mouth, giving in to the desire she's been fighting for so long. His hands move expertly over her skin, teasing and pleasing every nerve ending they touch. She arches her back, pressing closer to him, wanting more of this forbidden feeling.

With a deep sigh, she opens her eyes, gazing up at him with desire etched across her features. "It's not right... but I can't stop," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers digging into the soft towel beneath them. "I need you..."

Her breath comes faster as his hands move lower on her body. Her legs spread farther apart instinctively, giving him better access to the sensitive places she aches for him to touch. The kiss deepens, growing hotter and more demanding with every passing second. She moans against his lips, arching her back off the table, wanting more of this intense pleasure.

"Yes..." she whispers brokenly, her fingers clutching at the towel beneath her. "Please... don't stop..." Her words are a plea, a confession of how thoroughly he owns her. There is no part of her that isn't his, that doesn't crave his touch. And for now, as long as he keeps massaging her like this, she can pretend they're still together... that they belong to each other.

She gasps as he touches her so intimately, her back arching off the table in pleasure. Her eyes slide shut, and she bites down on her lip to muffle the sounds of ecstasy that escape her throat. His cock slides effortlessly into her, filling her up in a way no other man ever could. He owns her like this, dominates her completely. It's like being with him again... but better, more intense.

Her fingers clench tightly in the towel beneath her as he thrusts inside her, each stroke hitting just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She moans and whimpers, lost in the sensation, caught between wanting this feeling forever and knowing she can't keep lying to Nathan. But when Muraki touches her like this... she doesn't care about anything else.

Her body arches into his touch as he massages and kisses her, the feeling of being wanted, desired in this way overwhelming. Her hips move instinctively with each thrust, meeting his rhythm as if they've been doing this for years. She's lost in the moment, trapped in the fantasy that they can be together like this forever. But she knows it's just an illusion; reality will always have its way of pulling her back to Earth.

Her breath comes faster, tears welling in her eyes as she struggles to reconcile the conflicting emotions raging through her. She needs him... but not at the cost of losing Nathan. Not again.

She gasps as he thrusts deeper, his release sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. Her fingers clutch at the towel beneath her, and she bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, struggling against the moans that want to escape. The pleasure was overwhelming, but guilt and fear chase it away almost instantly, leaving her feeling hollow and empty.

She tries to push him off of her, but he's too strong. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles against his hold, tears streaming down her face. "Please... I can't..." The words come out broken and hoarse, a plea for understanding that she knows will never be given.

Still breathing heavily and dazed by the intense emotions that coursed through her body just moments ago, she manages to gather enough strength to push herself upright. Her vision swims as she takes in the aftermath of their encounter: his clothes still mussed, her skin flushed, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

She doesn't bother looking at him when he accuses her of being two-faced; it only adds to the shame burning through her veins. With trembling hands, she picks up the towel from the floor and uses it to cover herself as she shakily stands up. Nodding gratefully in the direction of the bathroom, she makes her way there, heart racing and eyes red with unshed tears.

Shivering from both pleasure and guilt, she steps under the hot water, hoping it'll help wash away the remnants of their encounter. Her thoughts race as she tries to comprehend what just happened between them. Part of her wishes she could keep seeing him like this, while another part knows that she needs to end it before things go any further.

The sound of water masks her sobs as she lets the tears flow freely down her cheeks. How will she ever be able to face Nathan after this? And what about Muraki; how far is he willing to take things now that he knows the truth about her feelings for him? The questions swirl through her mind, making her heart ache with despair.

Her fingers dig into her skin as if trying to find an answer, any answer, to help her get out of this impossible situation. But there are no easy solutions; only pain and loss waiting around every corner.

She jumps in surprise, splashing water everywhere as she turns to face him. Her eyes are wide with fear and confusion, tears streaming down her cheeks. "M-Muraki..." she whispers hoarsely. "W-What do you mean?" She knows he's referring to the choice between Nathan and their illicit affair, but the words taste bitter in her mouth. There is no good life without Nathan; there can be no bad life with Muraki. It seems like an impossible choice... until she remembers the secret she kept from him.

Taking a deep breath, she steels herself before asking carefully, "Do you really want to know what I'm doing behind his back?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but her determination is clear. If she can convince Muraki that there's more than just pleasure between them... maybe they have a chance at something real. Maybe it isn't too

With a deep breath, she tells him the truth. "I met with you," she whispers, wincing at his silent look of hurt and betrayal. "It's not because I don't love Nathan; it's because... because you make me feel things he can't." Her cheeks flush as she confesses this aloud, the words tumbling out in a rush before she can stop them.

Muraki just nods slowly, expression unreadable. He finishes sucking on the candy and stares at her, eyes narrowed. "Then tell me," he says eventually, his voice calm but intense. "Do you still want to be with him?" His words are like a knife through her heart; she knows she should choose Nathan, but part of her longs for the passion that Muraki brings to their encounters.

She tries to swallow the lump in

Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles to find the words. She knows she should choose Nathan; he's been good to her, supportive and loving in a way that no one else ever has. But the memory of their time together burns hotter than anything Nathan could ever offer. "I don't know..." she whispers brokenly, trying to wipe away the tears. "I want it all... but I can't."

Her body trembles as Muraki's touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She knows this is wrong, that she should end things with him and try to salvage what's left of her marriage. But the pull she feels toward him, the need for his touch... it overwhelms everything else.

As she watches him walk away, her heart breaks a little more. Part of her wants to call out after him, beg him not to leave like this; the other part knows that she deserves nothing less than the pain she's feeling now. She climbs out of the shower, drying herself off with shaking hands and letting out a shuddery breath as she looks at her reflection in the mirror.

Her skin is flushed from their encounter, but it's not just desire that marks her; there are hints of sadness, guilt, and fear in every line and shadow. With a weary sigh, she reaches for a towel, wrapping it around herself as if it could somehow shield her from the emotional turmoil raging inside.

The only choice now is to face Nathan. She knows what she has to do; she just doesn't know how she'll live with herself afterward.

Her fingers tremble as she pushes open the massage room door, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with Nathan. He'll know something is wrong; he always does. But what can she say that won't hurt him even more than it already has? How can she possibly explain away her lies and betrayals?

Tears spill down her cheeks as she takes a shaky step forward, ready to face the music. It doesn't matter how much pain this will cause her; it's time for things to end, one way or another. She just hopes that whatever happens next, Nathan can somehow find a way to forgive himself and move on with his life without her.

She wipes away the tears that are still falling as she approaches him. "Nathan..." Her voice is little more than a whisper, barely audible above the sound of her own heart breaking. "I need to tell you something... It's important." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "The truth is... I've been meeting someone else."

Her gaze flickers downward for just a moment before looking back up at his face. His expression has gone white as a sheet, and she can almost see the tears forming in his eyes. It hurts to see him like this; it hurts so much more than anything else ever could. But she knows she had to say it. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I just... I couldn't keep lying."

As the silence stretches between them, Isabella struggles to keep herself together. She wants nothing more than to take back her confession, to pretend that it was all a horrible mistake. But she knows it's too late for that; there's no going back now. All she can do is wait for Nathan's reaction and hope against hope that he can find it in his heart to forgive her somehow.

Finally, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper. "Who... who were you meeting?" It's almost impossible for her to say the words out loud; they feel like a knife twisting in her gut every time she thinks about them. She swallows hard and forces herself to answer.

"His name is Muraki," she whispers, closing her eyes as tears trickle down her cheeks once more. "He's... he's the one who taught me how to