A few minutes later, the middle-aged man still lay slumped on the cold floor, his body twitching left and right while tears kept dripping from his cheeks.
His voice came out broken and wet as he begged.
"N-No… No… P-Please… N-NO… M-My f-f-family…"
Lackey stared down at him and slowly licked his lips. He crouched lower until his face was close enough for the man to feel his presence.
"Oh my… broken already? I haven't even started having my fun. How boring~" He tilted his head, eyes glowing a soft crimson.
"Don't feel so bad. At least your wife felt good, right? When I plunged my cock into her tight pussy she begged more and more while you wriggled on the ground like a worm. You watched every second of it... watched another man fuck your wife thoroughly until she squirted harder than she ever had in her life with you.
So pitiful~"
Even though the middle-aged man knew the words were false, the visions forced their way into his mind with brutal clarity.
