The World Is Mine For The Taking

I had no idea what was happening right now.

Eh? Are they... having sex? Are they really doing this right now?

And Chloe—this man... wasn't he just a stranger she had met not too long ago? They hadn't even spoken properly, not even shared a single meaningful conversation.

And yet now... she's letting him have her like this?

My mind couldn't process it. My thoughts were a chaotic storm, crashing against the walls of reason. Was this truly happening? Were they really doing it right now—just beyond that thin barrier of wood?

I couldn't close my eyes.

I couldn't block out the sounds.

I could feel my pulse pounding at my temples, heat spreading across my skin like wildfire. My entire body felt flushed, as if the very air in my room had thickened, suffocating me. Every moan, every gasp, every slick, obscene sound slithered into my ears no matter how tightly I pressed the pillow over them.

I don't want to hear this.

I don't want to know.

More than anything, I just wanted to sleep.

But sleep was impossible.

How could I even think about resting when the lewd chorus of their pleasure echoed through the apartment, filling every empty space with its suffocating presence? The walls were too thin. The bed creaked violently with each rhythmic slam of flesh against flesh. The wet, sinful noises of their union gnawed at my sanity.

My patience had worn thin.

My frustration had reached its peak.

If I couldn't sleep, then I had no choice but to put an end to this myself.

With that thought, I threw off my covers and stormed out of my room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor as I made my way toward their door. It was slightly ajar, the dim glow of light spilling into the dark hallway. From within, shifting shadows twisted and moved in a primal dance.

I clenched my hand into a fist, preparing to knock—to interrupt, to stop whatever they were doing.

But just before my knuckles could meet the wood—

"More! More! More...! Ahnnn, ahh...! I love it! I love it so much...! The smell, the heat, everything...! Aaaahnnn, ahh, ahhh...! Yaaannnn~...! Let's indulge in each other more! Let's drown in our desires together!"

Her voice—her tone—was so drenched in lust that it sent a shiver down my spine.

I froze.

Chloe.

The same Chloe I had known since our university days.

The same Chloe who had always been an enigma—silent, distant, always lost in her own world. She was someone I had known since our university days, though we never truly spoke. Our departments were different, and she had always been somewhat of an anomaly—a peculiar woman who never interacted with others, not even her own classmates. People often whispered about her behind her back, commenting on the strange moments when she would mutter to herself, her eyes filled with an almost deranged intensity.

Many even speculated that she might be a criminal.

But after she was assigned as a researcher, I came to understand that she was nothing more than a woman obsessed with knowledge—so utterly devoted to her work that she would forgo sleep, food, and even basic human interactions. She would research until she collapsed, her exhausted colleagues having to drug her just to force her body into rest.

That was the Chloe I had known.

And yet—

What the hell was I looking at right now?

Through the slight opening of the door, I saw her—her legs wrapped around his hips, her body arching into him as he drove into her with relentless hunger. Her fingers clawed at his back, her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as her breathless moans spilled into the air.

Her face.

That expression—

It was something I had never seen before.

No—more than that, I was certain even she had never made such a face in her entire life.

Her once sharp, calculating eyes were now hazy and unfocused, drowning in overwhelming pleasure. Her lips, usually pressed into a firm, indifferent line, were now parted in wanton cries, her tongue peeking out as if she were mindless with desire.

The Chloe I knew—the woman who cared for nothing but research—was gone.

In her place was something entirely different.

Something wild.

Something depraved.

And the way she looked at him...

As if nothing else in the world existed but him.

"Ahh, ahh, yaaann... Ahhn, ahhhttt~..."

Her voice was trembling, her body shuddering beneath his touch as she surrendered herself completely.

And I—

I could do nothing but stand there.

Frozen.

Staring.

Unable to tear my eyes away.

A sudden heat began to coil deep inside me, burning through my veins like liquid fire.

Hot...?

Why did my body feel like this?

Why was I so hot all of a sudden?

A strange, aching sensation throbbed between my legs, an insistent, needy pulse that left me breathless. It was foreign, overwhelming, unbearably intense.

And then, through the muffled sounds beyond the door, I noticed something else.

Heavy breathing.

Labored, ragged, desperate—

No.

That wasn't anyone else.

That was me.

The realization struck me like a jolt of lightning.

I was the one panting.

I was the one breathing so heavily.

Why?

Why was I reacting like this?

Was it because of what was happening just beyond this door? Was it because of them?

No.

No, that couldn't be it.

I wasn't some depraved woman. I wasn't aroused by something like this.

And yet—

The hand I had raised to knock on the door fell. My fingers trembled in the air, suddenly weak.

Instead, something deeper stirred inside me—something dark, something dangerous.

My breath hit the door, warm and misting over the surface.

I could feel it now—the heat pooling between my thighs, the damp, sticky sensation of my own body betraying me.

This was bad.

This was so, so bad.

But before I could stop myself—before I could even think—

My hand moved.

Slipping beneath the waistband of my pants, sliding into my underwear—

The instant my fingers touched my soaked, needy core, a violent shudder wracked my body.

So wet.

Far too wet.

A sharp pang of shame burned through me, but it wasn't enough to make me stop.

Because at this point, stopping was no longer an option.

What I was doing—what I was about to do—was something no one should ever do.

This was wrong.

This was voyeurism.

No... at this point, it had already become something else.

Something far worse.

"Haann, ahhh... ahhhnnn, ah, ahhh, ahhhnn, yaaaannn~! Ahhh, it feels so good~...! It feels really good...!"

A voice—so sweet, so utterly debauched—drifted through the thin walls, wrapping around my senses like a vice.

And at that moment—

I broke.

I pressed my fingers against my slick folds, experimenting, teasing, desperate for relief. The second I moved, a violent surge of pleasure shot through my nerves—like raw electricity tearing through my body.

My legs buckled.

My breath hitched.

Ah… I might melt.

"Aaahnn, aahh, ahh, ahhh...!"

"Mnn... Mn...!"

I didn't even know what I was doing anymore.

With one hand clamped tightly over my mouth, I remained frozen in place—watching something I shouldn't be seeing.

Something I should never be watching.

And yet—

I was touching myself to it.

"Ahhnnn, ahhhnnn, ahhh...!"

Beyond the door, the man's hips pounded into Chloe, his thrusts deep and relentless.

Every time he drove into her, her legs would tighten around him, pulling him deeper—clinging to him as if she never wanted to let go.

And every time he moved—

I matched it.

My fingers moved in rhythm with their bodies, as if I were the one being fucked, as if I were the one gasping for more, as if I were the one being ruined by pleasure.

"Ahhhnn, ahhh...! It feels really good~...! So good...! Ahnn, ahhh, yaaann, ahhh, ahhh...! Ahhh, ahhh, I'm going to cum...! I'm going to cummmm....!"

Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, the distinction between voyeurism and self-indulgence dissolved into nothingness.

The lines had blurred.

And Chloe—

The Chloe I had known for years—

Her half-lidded eyes, usually hidden behind her bangs, were now glowing with unchecked lust. Those irises—usually sharp and intelligent—were now soft, dazed, and filled with pulsating, pink hearts.

She looked completely, utterly ruined.

And the strangest thing was—

I envied her.

I envied Chloe.

I didn't know why.

I didn't want to know why.

"Ahhh... Please, cum together... with me...! Cum... with me...!"

A tight coil of pleasure knotted deep in my stomach.

And Chloe—she felt it too.

The man's thrusts became erratic, his movements sharp and desperate—chasing his own release.

I followed him.

My fingers worked faster, my body arching forward.

The pleasure swelled.

It built and built, rising into something unbearable. Sparks of white-hot pleasure exploded behind my eyelids, my mind drowning in the overwhelming haze.

My lips parted, a trail of saliva escaping as my breath shuddered.

And then—

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... Hnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~...!"

"Ahhhhnnnnnnnnnnn...~!!"

At the exact same moment—

We came.

Together.

"Heh...?"

"Huh?"

And then—

Realization struck.

I had moaned.

Very loudly.