MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO

I didn't plan on having sex but I guess the feeling of having my penis sucked by this vixen whose tongue expertly licked me was just too much for me to stop there.

I blew two thick loads into her mouth and she swallowed every last drop of it but I still wasn't satisfied.

My arousal grew until I picked up the maid and laid her down in my bed, giving her another fucking that she'd never be able to forget.

Now the two of us are in bed, my hand on her breast slowly kneading it. She's currently unconscious laying down on my arm because I fucked the lights out of her.

I learned during sex that her name was "Felicia" and she was still together with her boyfriend which made the intercourse ten times better. It was one thing to have sex with a girl, it was another to have sex with a girl whose boyfriend is unaware of what's going on when she's at work.

Now that I'm looking back on it, it seems like NTR was my calling. Readers, please don't leave just because I'm a little messed up in the head.

Admit it, you fantasize about stealing somebody else's girlfriend or boyfriend before. And if you haven't, you're either lying or you're an idiot.

"Immoral sex is the best sex."

That's the slogan for my holy text which I plan on writing later.

I'm going to call it the "Degen". It's sort of like the Bible but for degenerates. Hope you join the religion.

I'll also call my followers degenerates because that's the best word to describe it.

Back to the plot.

The room stank of our body sweat and the smell our private parts produced as they indulged in each other's company. Look at that, I used personification to describe the act of me fucking this girl to the point that the room smelled.

Should I use a metaphor too?

Let me try. The way my — the way the sword — the rate at — hmm, never mind. It seems like no metaphors are coming to mind at the moment.

Her phone was buzzing and vibrating on the drawer but I didn't pick it up for her. I just assumed it was her boyfriend calling for the hundredth time.

What an obsessive boyfriend. Can't go a few hours without calling his girlfriend. Does he have no trust in her loyalty? Surely she has a reason to be working late and not picking up your calls.

What's the use of being in a relationship if you have no faith in your partner? Shame on him.

I mean, yes, she is cheating on you with someone richer, taller, stronger, hotter, has a bigger dick, and is basically everything she could ask for but still, shame on you Mr. Boyfriend for not trusting in your girl.

Felicia got up an hour later and rather than calling her boyfriend even though she saw how many missed calls there were, the first thing she did was begin to clean up the room.

At the end of the day, she was a maid.

Opening up the window slightly to ventilate the stench that covered the room, she also lit a few candles.

Wrapping up the bedsheet nice and tight, she took it to the laundry room to have it washed. Grabbing a replacement, she made my bed, including new pillows and a blanket.

After she was done, she bowed her head and was about to leave when I stopped her.

"Do you like jewelry?" I asked her.

Her eyes lit up as if the stars in the emptiness of space had suddenly appeared.

Nodding her head, she looked expectant of something. It was obvious why since my question implied it but I found it rather adorable how honest her body language was.

Immediately, out of the twenty maids that I found attractive enough to seduce, she shot up to the top five. Number one was still Judy, the pink-haired maid who was able to open her mouth large enough to fit my size.

My favorite memory of Judy was when I had her lying down on the bed, her body facing the ceiling and I was standing up with my feet on the floor.

As if it was a second pussy, I fucked her mouth and I was able to see my penis expanding her throat which made me feel things I'd never felt before.

She was also engaged to her partner of seven years which made it feel all the more better.

"Immoral sex is the best sex!"

Opening my drawer which required a fingerprint to unlock, I grabbed a diamond ring that was worth more than her annual salary.

I placed it on her palm and said, "Thank you for your service."

"No problem, young master," she said as she quickly shoved it into her pocket. Her eyes still glimmering with stars.

I was a generous boss who rewarded his workers for working overtime.

Feeling a little famished, I headed downstairs and ordered the chef to cook me a quick meal. As if it came out of thin air, in a few minutes, a plate of medium rare steak was in front of me.

I like being rich which was why I strived to become rich in my previous two lives but I do regret being poor sometimes.

Mainly because the taste of food felt different when it was a rare occasion to have a meal as good as the one in front of me.

Eating good food often sort of desensitized me to the wonderful flavors in them.

"Thank you," I said as I handed the empty plate back to the chef.

Because of my parents' constantly-changing schedule, they never knew when they needed a quick meal before heading to a sudden meeting so we had three chefs who rotated every eight hours which basically granted the home a 24/7 restaurant we could order from.

Heading to bed on my new bedsheet, wrapped tightly in my new blanket, I dozed off the sleep listening to classical music.

Why classical music? No, it's not because I'm an oldhead or because I enjoy it.

It's just that Alexander's body is subconsciously trained to fall asleep to classical music because of how boring it is so I use it whenever I need to sleep but isn't sleepy.

Just before I headed off to dream world, I used my cheat skill real quick to check what Isabella was doing and she was up late, studying which wasn't far off from what I was expecting.

She had the drive of a typical female lead. She wanted to travel the world and become a successful environmental advocate.

She wasn't exactly from a rich household so she needed to score well in all her exams to get the scholarship she needs to afford college.

That's why Liam is such a perfect male lead for her because he is a place of freedom that allows her to escape the strict world that she was placed on herself in pursuit of her dreams. He is the carefree nature that she wishes she could have.

She's also the discipline that Liam needs to have in order to finally slow down and face what he has been running away from which is the loss of his grandmother.

Isabella also lost her grandmother who she was named after so that was also another link that connected the two of them.

These are pretty boring things I'm telling you and you don't really care. All you really want is the ecchi scenes but you mustn't forget readers, this is a story.

It's not as deep as the ocean or as complex as a game of chess between two grandmasters but it's more than just sex sex and sex.

I know that's what you're here for but go watch porn or hentai if all you want is sex.

I'm trying to narrate a piece of art goddamn it.

Now I'm lost again. Where was I?

Oh yeah. That's right. I just fell asleep.

Zzzz.

Zzzzz.

Zzz.

Zzzzzz.

"Good morning sleepyhead," said William pulling the blanket off of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a sleepy voice. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Get up before you're late to school," he said, shaking my thigh with his hand.

"What are you talking about? My alarm hasn't even rung yet," I said as I buried my face into my pillow, avoiding the turned-on lightbulb above me.

"That's because you turned it off stupid," William said as he began rolling me until I fell off the bed.

"Ouch," I groaned as I sat up and yawned.

I looked outside the window and saw the Sun was already up.

"What time is it?" I asked, stretching my arms.

"You have thirty minutes before your school starts," he said.

"Crap," I muttered, standing up from the floor.

"Crap indeed. Now be grateful that I woke you up," he said.

William was my older brother and unlike the relationship that I had with my parents, we were rather close although the competitiveness between the two of us often led to fights.

He was about to leave the room when he asked, "By the way, did you have sex with a maid again?"

I was inside the bathroom brushing my teeth when he asked that so I took a quick step out and nodded.

"Why?" I asked as I began brushing the back of my teeth.

"Because some random dude started banging on our fence this morning and he only left when the security had to remove him from the vicinity," answered William. "That's the third time this month. If you're going to fuck these girls who have boyfriends, at least try to get away with it."

"I am trying."

"It sure as hell doesn't seem like it," he said as he left the room.

If you're wondering why the two of us are so comfortable speaking about these sorts of things, it's because he's related to Alexander. So obviously, he's similar to me in a way.

He also has his fair share of having sex with girls that are taken, although he refuses to touch the maids since he claimed that I ruined them with my ugly monstrous penis.

If you think I'm a piece of shit then you'll think worse of William.

He's fucking these taken ladies while at the same time having a fiancée who he is supposed to marry next year.

What an asshole, right?

What's the saying again?

"Monkey see, monkey do."

Where else did you think Alexander learned how to become a playboy? From none other than his older brother himself.

I merely took over Alexander and returned him to his roots. He had been celibate for over a year because of his obsession with Isabella.

What an idiot. All these sexy ass girls in his vicinity, an arm's length away, and he's worried about a singular person when he can have dozens as well as get that one chick later.

Quality over quantity?

That would be the case if it wasn't for the fact that these maids were all 8s or above.