Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 49 - Loyal Wife

Diana was a mess—her face slippy, her hair disheveled, and her frustration evident as she kept licking and sucking Lucas’s cock against her will. Her movements were clumsy and chaotic, as though her body was rebelling against her mind.

Lucas, still playing the concerned victim, glanced at Maya. "Mom, stop recording. I think we’ve got enough," he said, his tone a mix of authority and fake empathy.

Maya hesitated but finally stopped the recording, lowering the phone with a faint sigh. "Are you sure? This was getting... interesting."

Lucas ignored her comment, focusing on Diana. With a calm, almost sinister expression, he leaned forward and muttered, "Alright, Diana. You can talk now."

As soon as the mental command released her, Diana snapped. She glared at both Lucas and Maya, her voice dripping with venom.

"You’re both disgusting!" she yelled, pointing a shaky, sticky finger at them. "Maya, you’re immoral! What kind of mother stands there and records something like this? Have you lost all your shame?!"

Maya blinked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "Excuse me? I was just—"

"And you!" Diana’s fiery gaze turned to Lucas. "You’re absolute trash! Manipulative, selfish, and pathetic! Do you really think this makes you look clever or powerful? You’re just a spineless loser playing games because you can’t handle reality!"

Lucas smirked slightly, leaning back on the sofa. "Feel better now, Diana?"

Diana’s glare intensified. "Don’t you dare act smug with me, Lucas! I swear, I’ll make you regret this!" She stood up, trembling with rage, still glaring at the both of them as she tried to compose herself.

Lucas chuckled softly, his smirk widening as he hold his cock. He leaned closer to her, holding his cock lazily between his fingers before gently brushing it against her cheek in a mocking gesture.

"Oh, Diana," he said, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. "You look like you’ve had a rough day. I mean, all this yelling and glaring... it’s not really helping your case."

Diana flinched at the touch, her anger reigniting. "Get that thing away from me, Lucas!" she snapped, swatting at the cock. "You’re insufferable!"

But Lucas, undeterred, continued to taunt her, letting the tip of his cock trace a slow circle on her cheek. "Relax, Diana," he said with a grin. "I’m just trying to help. You seemed so invested to this young stick earlier, I thought it might bring you some comfort."

Diana’s face flushed with a mix of rage and embarrassment as she slapped the cock . "You’re disgusting!" she shouted. "And you—" she turned to Maya, who was watching with an expression that teetered between amusement and unease, "you’re no better! Standing there like some kind of enabler. What kind of mother lets her son behave like this?!"

Maya raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Well, excuse me for not jumping in to stop your... sucking obsession," she said dryly, though there was a hint of guilt in her tone.

Diana shook her head furiously. "You’re both unbelievable. Lucas, you think this is funny? Playing these ridiculous games, treating people like toys?"

Lucas shrugged, leaning back casually. "What can I say? the cause of all this shit, is your pathetic husband who dares to had an affair with my step mother and talking shit about my father!"

Diana’s hands trembled as she glared at Lucas. Her voice, shaky but filled with defiance, cut through the tense silence.

"You’re a liar, Lucas!" she spat. "Those messages you showed me earlier? They’re fake. You think I can’t tell when something’s been doctored?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned back into the couch. "Fake, you say?" he drawled, his voice calm but tinged with amusement. "Why would I go through the trouble of faking chat logs, Diana? What could I possibly gain?"

Diana’s heart pounded, her mind racing to piece together her defense. "Because you’re sick!" she snapped. "You manipulate people for fun, don’t you? This is just another one of your twisted games to humiliate me."

Maya, who had been watching silently, smirked faintly. "Oh, Diana, darling," she said with mock sympathy, crossing her arms. "You sound so sure of yourself. But denial doesn’t change reality, you know."

Diana whipped around to face her, her eyes blazing. "Don’t patronize me, Maya. Those messages—Victor would never say those things. He’s not perfect, but he’s not... like that."

Lucas let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Ah, the loyal wife," he murmured, almost to himself. "Clinging to hope even when the evidence is staring her in the face."

"That’s not evidence!" Diana shouted, her voice rising. "It’s just some screenshots you cooked up. You’re tech-savvy enough to pull something like that off, aren’t you?"

Lucas sighed, standing up slowly and towering over her. His calm demeanor only made Diana’s fury burn brighter. "If they’re fake," he said, his tone measured, "then why don’t you ask Victor about them? You already called him. Why not confront him with the details?"

Diana hesitated, her mind flashing back to the conversation she’d just had with her husband. Victor’s evasive answers and the way he’d dodged her direct questions gnawed at her. But what if Lucas is lying? she thought desperately. What if this is all just a trap?

Seeing her hesitation, Lucas smirked. "Exactly," he said, as if reading her thoughts. "Deep down, you already know the truth. You just don’t want to admit it."

"I don’t believe you," Diana whispered, though her voice lacked conviction. She turned to Maya, desperation creeping into her tone. "You’re his mother. You can’t seriously believe this, can you?"

Maya tilted her head, her smirk fading into a neutral expression. "I believe 100 percent, cause he did that with me." she said simply. "What all Lucas talk about is true, whether you want to accept it or not."

Diana shook her head furiously. "You’re both insane!" she yelled. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I won’t be part of it."

Lucas stepped closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "No one’s asking you to be part of anything, Diana. But don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re the victim here. You and your husband made your choices, and now you’re dealing with the consequences."