Tangled By Fate

When Veronica tried to wake up her husband by slapping his face, she heard from the sideline, "Slap him more. Harsher and harder…"

"…" She was speechless by Ovior's childish act. "Did you two argue about something?"

'What couldn't possibly Arthur talk about to offend Ovior. They are adults and friends. How come they can't just get along. I'm sure Arthur said something stupid to make him angry,' she pondered.

Ovior bluntly expressed his annoyance. "This bastard got all his love complaints to share with him. I'm sick of this."

Veronica held back her laughter. "Isn't this because he trusts you?"

Ovior deeply frowned. "I don't want to be tortured."

"What did he talk about?" Veronica became interested.

Ovior seemed frustrated when he heard her question. "He was losing his mind not being able to sleep with you."

"Huh?" Veronica cocked her head. "But we sleep together."

Ovior let out a deep sigh. "What's not what I mean."

"…" Veronica's eyes were asking him – 'then what do you mean?'

Ovior's frown deepened. "Figure it out yourself."

"All right, I will do that. But can you please teleport Arthur to his bedroom? I'm sure you can't teleport him inside the bedroom but at least outside the bedroom is fine." Veronica was tired of pulling her heavy husband.

"I'll teleport him." Ovior snapped his finger and a light blue colored aura enveloped Arthur before making him disappear.

What Veronica didn't know was that her husband wasn't sent outside the bedroom. He was mercilessly dropped in the freezing cold water of the swimming pool.

At first, Arthur's body jerked at the sudden fall, and then the next second, his body was attacked by thousands of needles.

He abruptly woke up only to find himself in the pool. Trembling tremendously, he snapped his finger just like Ovior to teleport to his bedroom.

At that moment, Veronica opened the door and came inside. She was also teleported by Ovior. But she was sent to the corridor of their bedroom.

She didn't find Arthur in the corridor. Curious, she opened the door. When she did so, she found her husband standing in the middle of the room, drenched in water.

"Arthur!" Veronica exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you soaked? Did you go to the bath wearing your clothes? That's dangerous!"

Despite the warmth in the room, Arthur shivered nonstop. "How… how did I end up in the swimming pool?"

"Swimming pool? That's nonsense. I told Ovior to teleport you in front of our bedroom."

'So it was that bastard. How dare he do this to me?' Arthur gritted his teeth. "He deliberately did it to me."

"Oh, come on! He isn't that childish. He is drunk. It must have been a mistake," eventually Veronica took Ovior's side. "I'm not sure how you two can argue with each other. It's fine if you do but at least keep it to moderation. There is no point in blaming him for his unintentional mistake."

Arthur scowled. "You think I'm being childish!? Who is the one that sent me to the cold pool? Just look at me!"

"What are you… Oh, my Goodness! You are freezing cold. You need to take a bath right now." Veronica urged him to take a bath when she touched his body. His body was as cold as a dead body.

Veronica prepared his warm bath. Arthur took off his clothes and went to the tub. He felt exceptionally better after the warm water touched his body.

"Don't fall asleep. I'm going to check on Catherine," Veronica told him before leaving the bathroom.

She went to Catherine's room. After knocking a few times, no one responded from inside. She tried to turn the knob, but the door was locked.

'Did she fall asleep? Or she could go outside. I don't think she went outside with her weak body. She has yet to recover. She could be sleeping. I shouldn't disturb her anymore,' thinking that she went back to her bedroom.

She went to check on Arthur who almost fell asleep in the tub. She took a bit of scented shampoo on her hand and applied them to his long hair.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes when he felt someone massaging her scalp. It felt better. He grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward.

"Ahh!" A shrill came out of Veronica's open mouth. She was forced to dive in the warm water. Not that she hated it. She detested that the clothes were all wet and stuck with her body.

Glaring at her mischievous husband, she shouted at him, "Why did you do that?"

"Why did you support Ovior but not me?" Arthur asked. He seemed genuinely upset over this fact.

"…" Veronica was speechless by his childishness. "That doesn't give you the right to make me wet! I don't like bathing at night during winter!"

When she mentioned 'wet', something flashed in Arthur's eyes. "You are not wet. Should I make you wet? It's been a while since I did that."

Puzzled, Veronica furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You just made me wet." Then she thought of something and sighed. "Oh, yeah right. You are drunk. Who am I talking to?"

She turned around to leave. She was in no mood to take a bath.

However, before she could, her arm was grabbed by him and pulled toward his chest. She clashed against his solid foundation and raised her head to tell him off.

She didn't have the chance to do that because her lips were sealed by his lips. Veronica was startled. It had been a while since they kissed. It was more sensual than other times.

Arthur was extra careful while kissing her. His approach might be bold, but his heart was thumping wildly.

Since Veronica was keeping her eyes closed, she didn't know that he was carefully observing her mood while kissing her. If she showed a slight frown or discomfort, he would let her go.

'I will just tell her in the morning that I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing,' he planned.

While kissing her lips, his arms untied her clothes one by one. He stopped only when she was left with a thin garment over her body. It was her nightdress.

She was going to sleep but when she noticed that Arthur hadn't come, she wore a layer of clothes over the nightgown before going to look for him.

The layer of clothes was now floating in the water, while she was wearing her nightgown and panties. The thin fabric was plastered on her body. This while garment became transparent and exhibited her fair skin and curves.

Veronica shuddered when she sensed his hands were roaming around her body, caressing everywhere.

Although she kept her distance from him for a while giving a reason like she wanted to take a slow process, she was still yearning for his touch.

It could be because her body became hungrier after being played by Arthur's experienced fingers and cock. She couldn't refuse his touch whenever he held her.

Arthur's fingers rubbed against her buttocks before his right hand's middle finger touched a hole.

Veronica flinched. Her fingers clung to his shoulders.

Arthur's middle finger rubbed her lower entrance. He felt her trembling violently. She let out a soft moan in pleasure.

Since she didn't complain or push him away, Arthur became bolder. He parted her folds with his fingers and then carefully inserted his middle finger. He let out a content groan.

Veronica noticed something long entering her flower hole along with warm liquids. Realizing that water entered her private area, she opened her mouth. "Wait… Arthur…"

"Didn't you say I made you wet? I'll truly make you wet this time," Arthur seductively whispered in her ear.

Veronica shuddered. 'Is this what he meant by getting wet? Then, Ovior must be talking about sex when he mentioned sleeping with Arthur. How can he talk about our private life to another person?'

Turning red in embarrassment, she was clueless about what to do. As she knew – no one can control their mouth or action when they are drunk.

He sensed the walls around his finger were hot. It was slippery inside her. He could easily thrust his finger all the way. Her walls quivered and clenched around it so tightly.

When he pressed down on her sensitive bud with his other hand, they tightened around his finger even more, releasing it for a moment before tightening over and over again.

Arthur's focus was concentrated on her entrance, where the tightening and loosening motions were repeated whenever he stimulated her flower bud.

When he slowly pulled out his finger and tried inserting two fingers in it, an alluring moan came out of her mouth.

Being encouraged by her moan, he kissed her lips. He softly nibbled them before entering his tongue in her mouth.

He locked his tongue with her soft, moist, warm tongue, and stroked it thoroughly.

Veronica responded to his kisses while her husband played with her both mouths.. Not able to take the stimulation in both places, her legs gave out.