New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 643: Welcomed interruption

The night deepened, the sky housing different sizes of twinkling stars and back in Coco’s house— soft moans and heavy breathing filled the room she’s currently in.

She remembered Quizen leaving her in the bed to fetch her something to drink, but five minutes hadn’t passed yet when Zaque walked in and decided to lift her off the bed to carry her out of the fourth husband’s room.

When they got inside, Zaque dropped her in the bed and made her drink water, but after that— she remembered nothing else, but pleasure.

"Z-Zaque!" Coco cried out, her face buried in the pillows, her fingers white-knuckled where they gripped the sheets.

She can feel that there was a fine sheen of sweat over her back, along with her hair that is a mess of tangles, but all of this didn’t seem to matter to the mediator because he kept moving against her.

His large hands were warm, almost too warm, where they roamed over her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

In the dim light of his bedroom, Coco could just make out the faint outline of a mirror before her.

However, that could be the trick of her mind because of the pleasure clouding her senses— well, why would Zaque have a mirror glued on his bed frame in the first place? Isn’t that a little strange?

Before she could dwell on it, she was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Zaque grunted before feeling his thrusts going deeper and steady.

Coco gasped, her grip on the bedsheet tightening.

Zaque’s red eyes skimmed over Coco’s sweat-slicked back, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck— exposed as she buried her face in the pillow.

His tongue darted out of his mouth, the wet muscle rolling off his lips to moisten the skin.

"Who would’ve thought.." He started, voice low and laced with amusement. ".. That you wouldn’t be satisfied after Quizen? Wasn’t he enough for you, my wife?"

He leaned forward slightly, his breath hot against her ear. "From what I have observed.. He’s the most skilled out of four of us— the most controlled, the one who knows how to use his tongue, and yet here you are.. Still trembling like this for me."

Zaque shifted on his knees and rolled his hips with deliberate precision, causing him to hit a deep, sensitive spot inside her that made Coco’s entire body twitch.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her fingers clawing at the sheets as her eyes rolled back.

"I-I’m sorry!" She whimpered, her lips falling open as she sobbed, the pleasure building up a little too fast. "I d-don’t know why I’m like this, too— ah!"

Another powerful thrust cut her off, Zaque’s low chuckle vibrating against the nape of her neck as he grunted right beside her ear. "Don’t apologize, wife. You’re not broken. We love you like this so we will satisfy your needs."

Coco’s body shook as Zaque continued, her face buried in the pillows, making her moans and whimpers muffled.

Behind them, the door to the first husband’s room creaked open just a crack— the sound barely discernible over their heavy breathing, but as quickly as it happened, the sound was replaced by Zaque’s next thrust, his grip tight on her hips.

At the sound of the creak, Zaque’s body tensed slightly, but to distract his wife, he thrusted harder before rolling his hips, drawing a ragged gasp from her lips.

"Focus on me." Zaque groaned out, his words were hissed under his breath, a hoarse command threaded with heat and desperation.

She shivered under him, the sound of the door quickly fading away in the haze, her voice lost in a tangle of moans and soft gasps as her husband kept moving over her— quickly overshadowed by Zaque’s every move and every touch.

When he noticed that he successfully got Coco distracted, Zaque’s red eyes flicked toward the intruder.

His gaze locked immediately onto Alhai standing by the door, watching them with quiet amusement, lips curled into that faint, knowing smile of his.

Neither of them spoke and Alhai didn’t move to interrupt.

He just leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, as his eyes trailed lazily over the sight of Coco trembling beneath Zaque, her face still buried in the pillows as she gasped.

Alhai felt his pants become tight at the mere sight of his wife’s trembling frame.

He swallowed, shaking his head as he pushed himself off the doorframe, closing the door behind him before walking over to the closet.

He’s not here to watch them— he’s here to get something that was his.

The third husband pushed the doors of the closet open with a quiet click and quickly scanned through the hangers without a hint of hurry.

When he spotted what he was looking for, he immediately pulled it out.

It was a dark green silk robe, one that was distinctly his and slipped into it, causing the material to skim over his shoulders, falling effortlessly into place.

After checking if it was in a good condition, he closed the closet doors and turned around.

He walked over to the door, the sounds of skin against skin reaching his ears, along with the grunts and whimpers that came from his friend and wife.

He stopped for a moment, turning his head to look at the red haired mediator.

"Don’t wear her out completely, Zaque." The third husband murmured, eyes narrowed. "She still has work tomorrow. What would they think if she couldn’t work properly because of you and Quizen?"

The sound of Alhai’s voice caused Coco to tighten around Zaque, making the mediator hiss out.

"Oh, goodness—" Zaque gasped, his fingers loosening around Coco’s hips and sliding up her spine to snake around her neck, grabbing her cheeks with one hand and turning her head to look at the third husband.

"Relax for me, Coco." Zaque panted, eyebrows furrowing in concentration as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. "It’s just Alhai."