Chapter 223 - 222 : Hidden In Apartment

Chapter 223: Chapter 222 : Hidden In Apartment

Dr. Misaki took two full days off from the hospital without saying a word to anyone. She told her supervisor she needed to visit an old friend in the city and left without further explanation. The hospital didn’t question her. She was too respected and too discreet for that.

She drove her small, black car through the morning traffic, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on her lap. Haruto sat in the passenger seat, completely silent, the faint scent of his apartment clinging to him. The guilt from the previous days sat heavy in his chest like a stone. Every time he looked at her, he felt embarrassed, guilty, and strangely comforted.

Dr. Misaki glanced at him sideways while driving and spoke in her calm, professional voice.

"I won’t blame you for what you are doing or what you have done, Haruto-kun."

Haruto looked at her, surprised.

"Really?"

She nodded, her silver hair catching the sunlight.

"Your mind wanted sex at that moment. So you went into that intimacy with her. That intimacy only kept you in the physical need. She doesn’t love you. You don’t love her. Both of you were bound together by physical hunger. That’s it."

Haruto stared out the window, the guilt still heavy in his chest.

"I can’t deny that," he said quietly. "I watched so much porn. And my mind became so rotten at that time. I couldn’t control myself. I always imagined myself having sex with a girl. I lost myself for a while."

Dr. Misaki continued driving in silence for a few seconds, then spoke again, her voice firm but kind.

"Today... do intimacy, oral sex, or everything you are doing daily in that way. Make sure she doesn’t doubt you. I will set up some cameras in your room to monitor your behavior and her behavior. I will stay hidden in the apartment for the next few days so I can observe everything clearly."

Haruto swallowed hard.

"Okay... Misaki Sensei... I will do whatever you say."

Dr. Misaki gave him a small, reassuring smile.

"Very good. Trust me, Haruto-kun. I have seen much worse in my career. This is just a phase. But we cannot wait anymore. The deeper she goes, the more dangerous it becomes."

The car moved through the city streets, the morning light growing brighter outside.

Haruto sat in the passenger seat, completely silent, the weight of everything finally starting to feel heavier than before.

Dr. Misaki parked her small black car two buildings away from Haruto’s apartment. She waited for exactly twelve minutes, making sure no one from the hospital or her family was following her. Then she walked quickly toward the narrow building, her steps calm and professional. Haruto was already waiting on the corner, school bag in hand, completely silent.

They entered the apartment from the back staircase so that Jennifer wouldn’t see them. The building was old and quiet. Most residents were already at work. No one noticed two people slipping inside.

Dr. Misaki entered Haruto’s tiny room first. The space was exactly as he had described it — small, bare walls, a single futon, a low table, and a broken plastic chair. She looked around once, then nodded.

"Perfect. This is the best hiding spot in the entire apartment."

She took out a small portable camera system from her bag and began placing them one by one.

First she placed a camera on the ceiling of the bedroom, angled slightly downward so it could see both the bed and the entire room without being obvious.

Next she placed one in the bathroom, hidden behind a towel rack.

Then one in the toilet, tucked behind the medicine cabinet.

Finally one on the balcony, hidden inside a small decorative pot.

Every single camera was positioned in a way that made it look completely natural. No one would suspect that the room was under constant surveillance. The red lights on the small receivers were so tiny that they would be invisible even if someone walked in.

When all five cameras were placed and connected to her tablet, Dr. Misaki turned to Haruto.

"Now I will hide in the kitchen cupboard."

She pointed to the large, old wooden cupboard under the sink — the one Haruto almost never used because he went to Jennifer’s apartment every day for meals.

"That cupboard is deep enough to fit me. It has a lockable door from inside. Since you don’t use this kitchen anymore, no one will come here. This is the safest place to hide."

Haruto nodded quietly.

Dr. Misaki opened the cupboard, stepped inside, and pulled the door closed behind her. The space was dark and cramped, but she had done this before. She lay on her side on the thin mat she had brought, the tablet in her hand, and connected to the cameras.

She was now invisible.

Completely hidden.

But able to see everything.

Haruto stood in the middle of the room for a second, completely naked, his soft cock resting heavy and slightly loose between his heavy balls. The air conditioner he had turned on earlier was now humming softly, making the room feel cool and empty. He looked around once, then walked into the bedroom and lay down on the futon, completely naked, waiting.

Dr. Misaki watched the live feed on her tablet.

She saw Haruto lying on his back, legs slightly spread, his soft cock and heavy balls clearly visible. The sight made her breath quicken for a moment.

She felt her own pussy grow warm and wet.

For a second, her hand slipped down her skirt and under her panties without her even realizing it.

She stopped herself immediately.

She pulled her hand out, took a deep breath, and focused on the camera feed.

She was here to help him.

Not to feel anything.

Even though her body was reacting to the sight of the naked boy on the bed.

She controlled her breathing and watched.

And in the quiet apartment, Haruto lay completely naked on his futon, waiting for whatever came next.

The storm had arrived.

And Dr. Misaki was now living in the middle of it.

Half an hour later

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of the city waking up.

Haruto was lying on his futon, completely naked, his eyes half-closed in a light sleep. His soft cock rested heavy and slightly loose between his thighs, the balls hanging relaxed. The morning light was just creep through the curtains, painting soft golden stripes across the room.

He was almost asleep when the balcony door slid open with a soft click.

Jennifer stepped inside completely naked.

Her long brown hair was slightly messy, her heavy breasts still flushed from the earlier shower, and her pussy was visibly wet and glistening. A thin trail of her own juices was slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs, leaving small, shiny drops on the wooden floor as she walked toward the bed.

Haruto’s eyes opened slowly.

Jennifer climbed onto the futon without a word. She straddled his hips, her wet pussy pressing down against near his soft cock. She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him — a deep, filthy, hungry kiss.

Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, wet and aggressive. Saliva immediately flooded between them. The kiss became messy and open — loud, wet smacking sounds as their tongues tangled, her lips sucking hard against his, her teeth lightly grazing his lower lip.

Haruto woke up fully the moment the kiss started. His arms came up instinctively and grabbed her two heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh hard while his thumbs began to tease her stiff nipples.

Jennifer moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them, and deepened the kiss even more. She bit his lower lip once, then licked the small drop of blood that appeared. The kiss became filthier, wetter, more desperate.

Haruto’s hands moved from her breasts to her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently while his tongue fought hers. The saliva was pouring out of both their mouths, running down their chins and dripping onto Haruto’s chest.

They kissed like that for a long time — deep, sloppy, saliva-filled kisses — while Jennifer’s wet pussy continued to grind slowly against his softening cock.

The two naked bodies remained tangled together on the futon, completely lost in their filthy, open kiss.

The camera feed was crystal clear.

Haruto and Jennifer were on the futon, completely naked, their bodies pressed together in a deep, filthy kiss. Their saliva was pouring out of their mouths in thick strands, running down their chins and dripping onto Haruto’s chest. Jennifer’s hands were gripping his face, pulling him closer as she sucked his tongue aggressively. Haruto’s hands were squeezing her heavy breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. Their hips were grinding together slowly.

Dr. Misaki sat in the dark cupboard under the sink, hidden, but the small tablet in her hand showed the feed in perfect high-definition quality.

She watched them for a long time.

The sight of the two naked bodies, the messy kiss, the saliva, the way Haruto’s hands were kneading her breasts... it made her body grow hotter and hotter. Her nipples became painfully stiff. Her pussy grew extremely wet. The thin white cotton panties she was wearing were completely soaked through, clinging to her swollen folds.

She bit her lower lip, breathing a little faster.

Then, without thinking, she slowly pulled her panties down her thighs and off completely.

She held the used panties in her hand, the crotch area already dark and wet with her arousal. She brought them closer to her face, inhaling the strong, musky scent of her own wetness for a moment, then slowly wrapped the panties around the outside of her pussy.

The warm, wet fabric pressed tightly against her swollen folds, covering her completely. She used the soft cotton to gently wipe and clean the remaining arousal and juices that were still dripping from her pussy.

Her breathing became heavier.

She sat there in the dark cupboard, completely hidden, holding her own used panties against her wet-slick pussy, while on the tablet she watched Haruto and Jennifer continue their filthy, saliva-filled kiss.

And Dr. Misaki, who was supposed to be watching them, was now touching herself while watching them.