Chapter 72: Cucking Marcus Chen [II / 18+]

The quiet sophisticated ambiance of the sunlit restaurant dining room was momentarily interrupted as a young professionally dressed waitress approached the prime table near the massive glass windows.

She carried two wide pristine porcelain plates, carefully setting them down on the crisp white tablecloth.

The aroma of wild-caught Ivory Island salmon, roasted asparagus, and an incredibly expensive truffle glaze instantly filled the space.

The presentation was absolute perfection which was a true testament to the five-star rating of the establishment.

The waitress stepped back, tucking her silver serving tray neatly under her arm.

She glanced at the empty, plush leather chair directly across from the world-famous actor.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," the waitress said politely then she hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing. "Should I cover Lady Isabella’s plate to keep it warm? Has she gone somewhere?"

Marcus Chen didn’t even bother looking up at the waitress.

He was busy adjusting the pristine cuffs of his expensive linen button-down shirt, ensuring the fabric sat perfectly against his wrists.

"She is just using the restroom," Marcus stated, waving his hand in a dismissive impatient gesture. "Leave it... She will be back in a second."

The waitress offered a tight polite nod and quickly hurried away from the table, not wanting to draw the ire of a celebrity known for his volatile public relations team.

Marcus picked up his polished silver fork, tapping it lightly against the edge of his porcelain plate.

He stared at the steam rising from the roasted salmon with his jaw ticking in genuine annoyance.

He had flown all the way across the ocean, disrupting his incredibly strict filming schedule for the world’s most famous television show, just to do damage control on his relationship.

And now, the woman he was trying to manage couldn’t even sit through a simple lunch without disappearing.

Five minutes passed... Then ten...

The steam rising from the gourmet food began to thin out entirely. The vibrant colors of the truffle glaze dulled as the dish grew cold in the air-conditioned room.

Marcus let out a long irritated sigh.

He dropped his silver fork onto the table with the metal clinking loudly against the porcelain.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his luxury smartphone, and checked the reflection of his perfectly styled hair in the dark glass screen.

"Unbelievable..." Marcus muttered to himself.

He decided he needed to use the restroom anyway, and he was not going to sit alone at a table like a neglected fan while the people inevitably snapped photos of him eating by himself.

He pushed his chair back with the wooden legs scraping against the imported marble flooring and stood up to his full height.

He buttoned the center button of his tailored suit jacket, instantly projecting his flawless commanding aura to the rest of the dining room, and began walking purposefully toward the dimly lit opulent hallway at the very back of the restaurant.

The corridor was completely devoid of other guests.

The walls were lined with abstract modern art, and the thick patterned carpet absorbed the sound of his expensive leather dress shoes.

He approached the solid oak door on the left side of the hallway with the brass plaque clearly marking it as the Women’s restroom.

Marcus stopped in front of the wood and raised his hand, rapping his knuckles firmly against the solid surface.

"Isabella?" Marcus called out. "The food is here and it is getting cold."

He waited for a response however the silence in the hallway stretched out.

Marcus rolled his dark eyes, his annoyance spiking into genuine anger.

He assumed she was just standing in front of the vanity mirrors, taking entirely too long to fix her makeup or adjust her hair, deliberately ignoring him as some kind of petty payback for their argument last night.

"I am not waiting out here..." Marcus grumbled under his breath.

He turned his back on the Women’s room, crossed the narrow hallway, and pushed open the door to the Men’s restroom.

The interior was a masterpiece of luxury design.

The walls were covered in dark polished granite, the lighting was warm and discreet and an expensive scent of sandalwood drifted through the air.

"It’s not luxurious enough but it will do..."

Marcus walked confidently over to the urinals, unzipping his tailored trousers.

However, the absolute second he stepped up to the porcelain, the quiet, sophisticated atmosphere of the restroom was violently shattered.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

The aggressive sound of bare flesh slapping ruthlessly against bare flesh echoed directly out of the luxury stalls behind him and Marcus froze.

Before he could even process the explicit noise, a loud THUD reverberated through the granite room.

It sounded exactly like someone’s face or body had just been shoved forcefully against the solid oak partition separating the stalls.

The thick wood literally groaned under the sudden impact.

PAH!! PAH!! PAH!!

The slapping sounds instantly accelerated into a frantic utterly ruthless rhythm and then, the moans started.

A woman’s muffled desperate cries began to leak out from the tiny cracks in the stall door.

She was clearly trying her absolute hardest to keep quiet but the intensity of the pleasure was ripping the sounds straight out of her throat.

"Mmph~! Ahh~! Hnnngh~!"

She could not contain her vocal pleasure anymore.

The moans grew louder and significantly faster, matching the brutal relentless pace of the wet impacts.

The woman sounded completely unhinged and her voice even began cracking as she moaned.

"Mmmmm~ Deeeperrr~ Haaaah~ Yesssh~"

Marcus stared straight ahead at the granite wall above the urinal with his handsome face twisting into one of pure disgust.

"Such Brutes..." Marcus muttered under his breath, shaking his head at the total lack of class.

People who couldn’t control their animalistic urges long enough to reach a hotel room disgusted him.

He quickly finished his business, zipped his trousers back up, and walked over to the sleek marble sinks to wash his hands.

He turned on the golden faucet, the rush of water doing absolutely nothing to drown out the chaotic noises echoing from the stall just a few feet away.

As he rubbed the expensive artisan soap between his palms, Marcus found himself unintentionally listening to the incredibly loud sloppy sounds of the man utterly destroying the woman against the wood.

The raw power behind those thrusts was undeniable as the entire oak structure of the stall was rattling slightly on its hinges.

A sudden invasive thought crept into Marcus’s highly manicured mind.

He actually wondered how big the man had to be down there to elicit that kind of mind-melting desperate reaction from a woman.

The moans were so hopelessly saturated in pleasure, that it briefly made a spike of profound inadequacy twist in Marcus’s gut.

He had certainly never made a woman sound like she was losing her absolute sanity before...

He quickly rinsed the soap off his hands, grabbing a soft cotton towel from the silver basket to dry his skin.

He glanced briefly over his shoulder at the locked oak door.

’That couldn’t possibly be my elegant Isabella...’ Marcus thought, dismissing the absurd idea entirely.

His girlfriend was a refined wealthy champion who would never degrade herself by getting bent over in a public restroom.

He threw the damp towel into the brass hamper, shook his head in disgust one last time, and pulled the restroom door open.

He stepped out into the quiet hallway, letting the heavy door swing shut behind him as he was entirely unaware of the truth.

...

Wren had Isabella bent completely over.

Her flushed gorgeous face was pressed entirely flush against the cool wooden wall of the stall since she was the exact source of the loud thud Marcus had just heard.

Her slender arms were braced flat against the wood with her knuckles turning a stark white as she desperately tried to keep her legs from giving out entirely.

Her elegant expensive sundress was bunched entirely up around her waist, exposing her bare pale thighs and her round ass to the cool air-conditioning of the room.

A pair of torn lace panties rested uselessly on the tiled floor near Wren’s designer sneakers.

Wren was standing right behind her with his bigger hands gripping her hips with an unforgiving strength.

He was fucking her raw, driving his thick, veined cock into her tight, dripping wet insides ruthlessly.

PAH!! PAH!! PAH!!

Every single time he slammed his pelvis forward and the impact sent a violent tremor straight up Isabella’s spine.

The danger of the situation was completely intoxicating.

Isabella knew for an absolute fact that her world-famous boyfriend had just been standing mere feet away, washing his hands while listening to another man completely conquer her body.

That terrifying reality... combined with the ruthless dominant way Wren was taking her, unlocked a kink inside her that she never even knew existed.

She absolutely loved being rough-fucked by him!

"Haah~ Haah~" Isabella gasped out with her hot breath fogging up the polished oak wood right in front of her mouth.

She turned her head slightly making her cheek slide against the smooth wood as she looked back over her bare shoulder at Wren.

Her green eyes were completely hazy.

"Are you~" Isabella moaned with her words bouncing wildly with every brutal thrust he delivered. "Jealous~ Hnnngh~"

Wren’s jaw ticked.

The muscles in his broad chest and arms coiled tight, glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat.

He didn’t deny it... He pulled his hips back, the wet squelching sound of his slick shaft sliding out of her tight sheath filling the small stall and then he drove himself back in right up to the hilt.

His large hands tightened their grip on her pale flesh with his thumbs digging firmly into the dimples of her lower back.

"I am... a bit." Wren admitted.

Hearing him openly admit his jealousy pushed Isabella completely over the edge of a cliff.

It was exactly what she needed to hear.

Her internal vaginal walls clamped down around his thick shaft like an absolute vice.

The slick muscles squeezed him ruthlessly tight, aggressively milking every single inch of his length as a massive full-body tremor wracked her slender frame.

"Haaaaaaahn~!" Isabella screamed, completely abandoning any attempt to muffle her voice.

The intense crushing pressure of her orgasm squeezing his cock was the final trigger Wren needed.

The sensation crashed down on him, shattering his legendary stamina.

Wren groaned loudly as he let go of her left hip, reaching his hand up to grab a thick fistful of her blond hair.

He yanked her head back firmly, exposing her elegant throat, and spun her torso slightly toward him.

He captured her parted lips in a deep bruising, entirely consuming kiss just as his abdominal muscles locked up tight.

Wren slammed his hips forward one final brutal time, burying his cock as deep as physically possible inside her tight womb and unloaded.

PAH!

He pumped thick, boiling spurts of his raw seed directly into her deep core.

The intense foreign heat of his cum flooding her sensitive insides pushed Isabella’s nervous system right past its limit.

Her green eyes rolled straight to the back of her head, showing only the whites.

All the strength instantly left her toned legs with her knees buckling completely under the overwhelming pleasure.

She began to collapse toward the tiled floor but Wren instantly reacted.

He let go of her hair and wrapped both of his strong, muscular arms securely around her waist, catching her before she could fall.

He supported her entire body weight easily against his broad chest, holding her flush against his racing heart.

Wren pulled his hips back slightly with the wet sloppy sound of his slick cock sliding out of her saturated pussy echoing in the quiet stall as a thick white stream of his heavy cum dripped slowly out of her gaping flushed entrance, running down her pale inner thigh.

The dominant look on his face vanished instantly, replaced entirely by a wave of genuine tender concern.

He looked down at her flushed, sweaty face, using his thumb to gently brush a stray strand of dark hair out of her eyes.

"Are you okay, Isa?" Wren asked softly.

Isabella blinked, her vision slowly snapping back into focus.

Her breathing was ragged with her chest heaving against his but as she looked up into his striking blue eyes, her heart completely melted.

Even after using her body that roughly, even after treating her like an absolute object for his pleasure, his first instinct was to hold her and make sure she was safe.

The contrast between Wren’s genuine concern and Marcus’s selfish narcissistic demanding nature was night and day.

Wren actually cared about her well-being while Marcus only cared about his television ratings.

"I’m okay," Isabella whispered with a smile. "I’m more than okay."

...

A few minutes passed in the cramped, secluded space of the luxury stall.

Isabella was standing on her own two feet, facing Wren directly.

She was currently straightening out the front of her elegant sundress, pulling the fabric back down over her bare thighs, and using a small tissue from her designer purse to wipe the sweat and flush from her face.

Wren was fully zipped back up, leaning casually against the tiled wall with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He watched her fix her appearance with his blue eyes tracking every single movement she made.

Isabella threw the crumpled tissue into the small trash bin. She looked up at Wren, her brown eyes completely clear and filled with a sudden determination.

"I want to break up with Marcus," Isabella stated, her voice firm and unwavering. "Today... The second I walk back out to that table, I’m ending it."

Wren’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. He hadn’t expected the immediate fallout of their public encounter to result in a sudden breakup.

He pushed himself off the tiled wall and immediately stepped into her personal space.

He reached his hands out, gently grasping her bare slender arms and running his thumbs soothingly over her warm skin.

"Wait, hold on," Wren said, his tone turning incredibly soft and persuasive.

He looked deeply into her eyes, playing the angle perfectly. "You shouldn’t do it today."

Isabella frowned in confusion. "Why not? I don’t love him... I want to be with you... Sitting across from him out there is suffocating."

"I know, and I want you too," Wren replied with his thumbs continuously rubbing her arms. "But you need to be smart about this. Isabella, he sounds like the exact kind of man who would throw a massive vindictive PR tantrum over anything. If you dump him right now, in the middle of this highly publicized luxury trip, he will run straight to the media and he will ruin your peace, and he will make your life an absolute nightmare."

Isabella’s frown deepened. She hated to admit it, but Wren was entirely correct. Marcus’s public relations team was ruthless, and his ego was fragile enough that a sudden unexplainable breakup on Ivory Island would send him into a complete tailspin.

He would undoubtedly try to frame her as the villain to protect his television premiere.

"You should wait," Wren continued, his voice dropping into a protective, comforting murmur. "Wait until we are done with this trip and wait until you are back on solid ground, surrounded by your own team and your own lawyers. I just want to make sure you are safe from the media fallout first... I don’t want to see you get dragged through the mud because of his ego."

Isabella stared up at him.

He wasn’t trying to claim her like a trophy right this second.

He was actually thinking ahead, planning for her safety, and prioritizing her career over his own immediate desires.

It was the most romantic and protective thing anyone had ever said to her.

A massive blush spread across her cheeks as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore.

She threw her arms around Wren’s thick neck, pulling herself flush against his solid chest, and hugged him as tightly as she possibly could.

Wren immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, returning the embrace with equal warmth.

Isabella tilted her chin up, pressing a soft lingering kiss directly onto his lips as she tasted the flavor of her own fluids mixed with his minty breath.

"You’re right," Isabella whispered against his mouth, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "I’ll wait until the trip is over but tonight, I am coming to your suite."

"I’ll be waiting," Wren promised with a small handsome smile.

Isabella took a deep breath, steeling her nerves for the performance she was about to give. "I’m going to go back out there now... Wish me luck."

She turned around, reaching her hand out toward the brass lock on the oak door.

Just as her fingers brushed the metal, Wren reached his hand out and delivered a playful spank directly to her bare ass cheek right through the thin fabric of her sundress.

Smack!

"Ah~!" Isabella let out a surprised breathy moan with her spine arching slightly from the sudden jolt of impact.

She spun around, shooting him a highly playful incredibly heated glare over her shoulder as her green eyes were dancing with mischief.

"Don’t do that," Isabella scolded, though there was no real heat in her voice. "Your cum is still dripping inside me, so be careful. If I walk funny, he’s going to notice."

Wren smirked. "I’ll keep that in mind... Get out of here and come over later."

Isabella nodded. She reached out, unlocked the thick wooden door, and slipped quietly out of the luxury stall with her high heels clicking softly against the granite floor as she left the Men’s restroom entirely.

Wren stood alone in the cramped stall.

He watched the oak door swing shut with the brass latch clicking securely back into place as the scent of her expensive perfume hung in the air as well.

Wren leaned his broad back against the cold tiled wall, letting out a long slow sigh.

’She can’t break up with him yet...’ Wren thought to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

It wasn’t just about protecting her from the media fallout, though that was a highly convenient excuse.

As much as he genuinely enjoyed Isabella’s company, and as much as he wanted to keep her incredibly tight responsive body entirely for himself, Marcus’s status as her official boyfriend was an absolute goldmine.

As long as she was in a committed relationship, she was a high-value Target for the System.

The taboo missions generated from their illicit affair were simply too lucrative to abandon right now.

If she became single, the massive payouts would vanish and he would have to find another target.

For now, he absolutely needed to keep farming the system missions before the relationship inevitably came to an end.

Speaking of missions...

Right on cue, the space directly in front of his face illuminated.

The dim lighting of the restroom stall was pushed back by the sudden vibrant glow of a sleek blue circular interface booting up in the center of his vision.

The digital text populated rapidly forming crisp glowing lines in the air.

((SIDE MISSION COMPLETED))

((Have intimate intercourse with a Target in a public location on Ivory Island without being caught))

((Time Limit: 7 Days))

((Reward: 20,000 Credits)) 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

((Your mission has been successfully completed. The situational parameters of the Target’s official partner being in the immediate vicinity resulted in a flawless execution rating! The rewards have been automatically deposited in your System Bank.))

Wren stared at the glowing blue screen.

’Well then... fuck it. I guess I should seduce Priya too, huh? I need to get this Handjob mission finished as well.’