"You!!" The woman glared at him with a frightened look. "How?"
"How do I know?" Usher laughed softly. "Is that really something we should be discussing here?"
Usher looked around, and with that the woman also noticed the indiscreet stares they were receiving.
"What is it that you want?" Clenching her teeth in resignation, that was the only thing she managed to say.
"For now… how about a stew?"
With a piercing gaze, the woman stared at him for a few seconds before entering the kitchen and coming out shortly after with a bowl of chicken stew.
Usher nodded, satisfied, and began to eat.
"We need to talk properly." Usher raised his head from the stew. "See you tomorrow at the same place you use with the juggler."
The woman clenched her teeth.
"Ah!" Usher suddenly reacted. "And don't even think about bringing that little friend of yours to take care of me."
Usher pointed his thumb toward the juggler.
"If I see even a single shadow nearby or any suspicious attitude from you…" Usher didn't finish his sentence, but the implication was clear.
Usher finished eating, enjoying the horrendous music and the woman's piercing stares.
For Usher it was simple blackmail, but for the woman it was her entire life crumbling before her eyes.
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The next day, Usher got out of bed with a big smile on his face. He didn't mind waking up early or the cold outside.
He quickly left his house and headed toward the river.
He looked like a small child excited about finally going to the zoo. He made occasional jumps of excitement and happiness.
He never imagined that blackmailing someone could feel so good.
He arrived quickly at the meeting place but did not show himself immediately. He checked the surroundings, expecting to find an ambush or a trap.
Finding no one, he went to the meeting spot. The woman was already there, waiting for him under the shade of a tree, looking around in search of Usher.
With his hands trembling slightly with excitement, he revealed himself and slowly approached the woman.
"Good thing you came," he said with a smile.
"You didn't leave me any other choice," she replied through clenched teeth. "We're already here! Tell me, what is it that you want?"
The woman tried to look imposing, but to Usher she looked like a small lamb waiting to be sacrificed.
"I just want us to reach an agreement." Usher raised his hands innocently. "I possess very dangerous information for you and your future. You only have to give me something of equal value for me to stay quiet."
"Is it money you want?" The woman looked more confident as she searched her pockets and pulled out a few silver coins. "Here! Take it! It's all I have saved, so take it, leave, and don't bother me again."
Usher looked at the coins in her hand with a smile but didn't take them. This made the woman very uncomfortable—if Usher didn't want money, it meant she wouldn't be able to keep him quiet.
"I don't want your money." Usher confirmed her worst fears.
The hand holding the money began to tremble as the woman started to feel real fear.
Usher watched as her confident façade slowly crumbled without him making a single move.
Her arms fell to her sides, and her gaze looked dejected and desperate. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
Seeing the woman's state, Usher knew it was time to act.
He slowly approached her and looked her up and down without any shame or decorum.
She was a woman with obvious curves, impossible to ignore even from behind. She had wide, full hips, thick, firm thighs, and a round ass that shamelessly stood out with every movement.
Her body was not delicate or fragile; it was heavy in the good sense—solid, made to provoke looks and dirty thoughts.
Her waist narrowed just enough to accentuate her shapes, and her back descended with a tempting smoothness toward the low curve of her hips.
She had dark, straight, abundant hair falling freely over her shoulders. Her face was attractive without being sweet: intense eyes, a serious gaze, and full lips that rarely seemed to smile. She did not convey innocence, but experience.
For her part, she had neither the strength nor the will to scold him. She was already thinking about how to try to disprove Usher when he went to her husband.
"Ugh!!" The woman suddenly startled when she felt a large hand grab one of her buttocks.
"You!" She opened her eyes wide and looked at Usher's hand gripping her ass. Her heart raced wildly as she felt his touch.
She had never really thought that Usher wanted that. She was an older woman and obviously unfaithful, while he was a very young and energetic boy.
Although he wasn't especially handsome, he wasn't ugly either.
Not even for a second did it occur to her to push Usher's hand away from her ass.
Usher took advantage of the moment to use his corrupting touch.
[+2 corruption]
Slowly, her fear began to fade, and a smile appeared on her face. "I didn't know that was what you wanted."
Usher matched her smile and began to caress her other buttock with great passion.
"Women think too much." Usher gave her a slap on the ass that made her jump slightly. "You want to keep a man happy? Simple—fill his stomach and empty his balls."
The woman laughed softly, agreeing with him.
"If I had known this was what you wanted, I would have come sooner." The woman looked just as excited as Usher. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was fast and irregular.
Usher shuddered with excitement.
Finally, after being tempted by three beauties in the house and a fourth at the bakery.
Finally, he would be able to empty his balls, which were already starting to turn blue.
The woman knelt on the ground, never taking her eyes off him, with a mischievous look.
Usher said nothing and let the woman's hands reach the waistband of his pants.
With a strong pull, his little friend was freed…
The thick and long rod rose in front of the woman's completely astonished eyes.
"Oh my God!!" Her eyes and mouth were wide open as she looked at Usher's monstrous member with its marked veins.
It was so large that when she brought her face closer, she realized it was bigger than her face.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze toward Usher.
What she saw was a man with his hands on his hips, looking at her with half-closed eyes while his tongue slowly ran over his lips.
He looked like a hungry wolf who had finally found his prey.
Contrary to what she had thought, this sight did not make her feel afraid, and her heart began to beat with excitement and anticipation.
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Here ends today's chapter.
Am I cruel?
Yes, I am (evil smile).
Anyway, I was thinking about stopping writing this story if it didn't have much support…