29-08-2025, 05:12 PM
Chapter 5: Hate Thy Neighbour
The steam from the shower clung to the bathroom, thick and warm, as Munai stood beneath the stream of water, her skin glistening. Her round face was tilted back, the droplets tracing the curve of her cheeks, her pale moon complexion glowing under the soft light. Her hands moved slowly over her chubby frame, the soap sliding over her fleshy love handles and waist folds. She lingered on her heavy breasts as she lathered them with lavender gel turning into thick foam. Her areolas, a lighter shade than expected, were wide and inviting, and she couldn’t help but admire how they seemed to beg for attention.
The door creaked open abruptly, snapping her out of her reverie. Her head turned sharply, and there stood Surya, his lean frame filling the doorway. He wore nothing but a thin white vest that clung to his wiry torso and a lungi tied loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the bulge beneath it, and Munai’s eyes flicked down involuntarily before she quickly covered herself with her hands, her nipples and pussy hidden from view.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice sharp but laced with unease.
Surya leaned against the doorframe, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Munai. I know what you’ve been up to. Whoring around while Dipankar’s away? Shame on you.”
Munai’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing with anger. “How dare you barge in here and accuse me? Get the fuck out right now!” But Surya didn’t move. His eyes raked over her wet body, lingering on the curves she tried so desperately to hide. “You’re not fooling anyone,” he sneered. “I’ve seen the way you look at other men. You’re no saint.” Her hands tightened over her chest, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her boobs as she glared at him. But then, something shifted in her expression—a flicker of defiance that burned through her unease and sparked into something sharper.
Slowly, deliberately, she dropped her arms, letting them fall to her sides. The water cascaded over her nakedness, tracing every curve, every fold, as she turned to face him fully. Her lips curved into a smirk, and she let out a low, mocking laugh. “Oh, please,” she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that all you’ve got? A pathetic little man like you, trying to shame me? Look at you—can’t even keep your own trousers straight.” Surya’s eyes widened slightly, his smirk faltering for just a moment before he recovered, his jaw tightening. “You think you’re so clever,” he spat, taking a step closer. His lungi clung to his hips, the fabric barely containing the stiff bulge beneath it. “But I know what kind of woman you are. You’re nothing but a—” “A what?” she interrupted, her voice cutting through his words like a knife. She stepped forward too, closing the distance between them, her body glistening under the water. Her heavy boobs swayed slightly as she moved, and she saw his eyes flicker downward despite himself. “Go on, say it. Call me whatever filthy name makes you feel like a big man. But let’s be honest, Surya—you’re not scaring anyone. Least of all me.”
She tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she gave him a pointed look. His face flushed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides, but Munai didn’t back down. Instead, she reached out and flicked a stream of water directly at him with her fingers, the droplets splashing against his chest. “You think I’m scared of you?” she asked, her tone light but edged with steel. “You?” Her laughter was soft, almost cruel, as she took another step closer, forcing him to either retreat or stand his ground. “The only thing you’re good at is puffing up your chest and spitting nonsense. But we both know you don’t have the guts to do anything about it.” Surya’s nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his anger boiled over. He opened his mouth to retort, but Munai cut him off again, her voice rising now. “And let’s not forget who’s really in control here,” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “You might strut around like some kind of alpha male, but at the end of the day, you’re just a coward. You can’t even handle your own wife without raising a hand to her. So tell me, Surya—what makes you think you could ever handle me?”
He stared at her, his lips pressed into a thin line, his body tense with suppressed rage. But Munai didn’t wait for a response. She turned away from him dismissively, stepping back under the showerhead and letting the water wash over her once more. Her voice carried over the sound of the rushing water, calm and unyielding. “Now get out before I make you regret coming in here.” Surya’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The bulge beneath his lungi seemed to grow more prominent, and Munai’s eyes flicked down again, this time with deliberate mockery. “What’s the matter, Surya? Does it hurt your pride to see a woman who doesn’t cower at your words?”
“You pompous bitch,” he growled, taking a step forward. “I will teach you a lesson you wouldn’t forget.” Munai tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she smirked. “Oh, I’m sure you’d love to try. But let’s be honest—what could a man like you possibly do to me? You can barely keep your erection maintained. Do you really think you could handle me? To be honest, you are beaming with small dick energy. Pathetic.”
His face turned red with rage, and he took another step closer, his breath coming fast now. But Munai didn’t flinch. She turned the showerhead so the water sprayed directly at him, soaking his vest and lungi in seconds. “Go ahead,” she taunted, her voice soft but cutting. “Show me how much of a man you really are.” Surya stood there for a moment, water dripping from his clothes, his erection now unmistakable. But he didn’t move. He just glared at her, his chest heaving with anger. Munai laughed again, the sound light and cruel as she turned her back to him, resuming her shower as if he weren’t even there. “You’ll regret this,” he spat finally, his voice low and dangerous.
Munai glanced over her shoulder, her eyes cold and unyielding. “Oh, I highly doubt that. Now get out before I call Dipankar—or worse, your wife.”
The sound of the shower was deafening, but it couldn’t drown out the fury in Surya’s eyes. He took off his soaked vest, the thin fabric clinging to his skin as he threw it to the floor. His lungi followed, landing in a wet heap at his feet. Now completely naked, his half-erect cock twitched with a mix of anger and arousal. Munai didn’t turn around, but she could feel him—his presence, his heat, his rage. “You think you can mock me?” Surya growled, his voice low and grittier than the bathroom tiles beneath his feet. He stepped forward, closing the scant distance between them, his rough hands finding her bare shoulders first. His fingers traced down her spine, sending an involuntary shiver through Munai’s wet skin, before gripping her hips with a possessive force that made her gasp. Not out of fear—no, she refused to give him that satisfaction—but from the sheer audacity of his boldness. He didn’t stop there. His hands slid around to the front of her body, cupping her heavy boobs in his calloused palms. The contrast of his cold, rough skin against her warm, soft flesh sent a jolt through her, a spark of defiance igniting deep within her core. Munai stiffened, her back arching slightly as his fingers squeezed experimentally, testing her resolve. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his chest pressing against her back as he leaned in closer.
“You think you’re untouchable?” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom and something darker, something primal. “You strut around this neighborhood like you own it, flaunting yourself like some cheap whore. You think I don’t see you?” His hand shot out, rough and demanding, and began to rub her left nipple through the water-slicked skin. The touch was harsh, possessive, and it sent a jolt through her body. Munai’s eyes narrowed as she felt his fingers claim what wasn’t his. That nipple—that left nipple—had already been claimed by Mr. Singh, and the memory of his touch, deliberate and commanding, surged through her mind. She stiffened as she turned to face him, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Oh, Surya," she purred, her voice laced with sarcasm, "you really think you can just take what you want? That’s not yours to claim—not anymore." His grip tightened, but so did her resolve. She didn’t flinch, didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she hissed, "You’re not even in the same league as him. You’re just a boy playing at being a man."
The insult hit its mark, and his face twisted with rage. But Munai didn’t care. She straightened, her boobs glistening under the shower’s spray, and let out a low, derisive laugh. "Go ahead, Surya. Try to prove me wrong. I dare you." Surya’s grip tightened momentarily, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts as if trying to silence her. But Munai wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand. She twisted in his grasp, turning to face him fully, her nipples brushing against his chest as she tilted her chin up to meet his glare. “You think you can shame me? Humiliate me?” she continued, her voice low but sharp as a blade. “You’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man, Surya. You can’t even touch me without crumbling.” His nostrils flared, and for a moment, it seemed like he might strike her. But instead, he let out a low, almost feral growl, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “You talk too much,” he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. “Let’s see if you’re still so cocky when I’m done with you.” Munai laughed, a dark, melodic sound that only seemed to infuriate him more. She pressed her body against his, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his cock against her stomach. “Go ahead,” she dared, her voice dripping with mockery. “Show me what you’ve got. But I doubt it’ll be much to talk about.”
She spun around, her wet body pressing against his. Her heavy breasts flattened against his chest, their pale nipples hard from the chill of the water and the intensity of the moment. Her hands moved instinctively, one gripping his wrist to pry it away, the other finding its way to his cock. It was medium-sized, still only half-hard, but she wrapped her fingers around it firmly, her grip unyielding. “You think your hands have any right to touch me?” Munai hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. She tightened her hold on him, her fingers sliding up and down his length with deliberate precision. Surya’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re nothing but a drunk fool who beats his wife and thinks he can control women. This”—she gave his cock a sharp tug—“is all you’ve got? Shame.” Surya’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he tried to maintain control. “You’re a whore,” he spat, his voice raw and rough. “You think you can humiliate me? I’ll show you what happens to women like you.”
Munai laughed, a dark, musical sound that filled the steamy bathroom. “Oh, please. You can’t even keep it up without my help. Look at you—quivering like a scared little boy.” She increased the pace of her hand, her fingers sliding over his shaft with a firm, steady rhythm. His cock responded, growing harder in her grasp, but she didn’t let up. “Is this what you wanted? To come here and prove how weak you are?”
Surya’s hands moved to her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He tried to pull her closer, but Munai pushed him back against the tiled wall. Her wet body pressed against his, her breasts mashed against his chest, her hips brushing against his growing erection. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re nothing but a bully,” she whispered, her voice low and mocking. “You think you can come into my home and take what you want? I’m in control here. Not you.” Her hand moved faster now, her fingers working him with expert precision. Surya’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to resist the pleasure coursing through him. But Munai didn’t stop. She watched him intently, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she felt him getting closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let it out. Show me just how much of a man you really are.”
Surya’s nails dug into her sides as he fought to hold back, but it was no use. Moments later, he came with a low, guttural groan, his release spilling over her fingers and onto the floor. Munai didn’t stop until he was completely spent, his cock limp in her hand. She pulled away, wiping her hand on the damp towel hanging nearby. Her eyes met his, cold and unyielding. “Was that all you had? I expected more from someone who talks so big.” Surya’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his face flushed with humiliation and anger. “You… you bitch,” he stammered, his voice trembling with rage. Munai smirked, stepping back under the stream of water as if nothing had happened. “Get the fuck out of here now,” she said calmly, her tone dismissive. “And please use the front door from the next time.”
Surya stood there for a moment, seething with anger but unable to muster a response. Finally, he grabbed his wet clothes and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Looking over the backyard wall, where her jumped from earlier, Surya wore his wet clothes. His humiliation still boiling beneath the surface, but a twisted sense of satisfaction lingered—he’d gotten his hands on Munai’s voluptuous breasts, their creamy softness a memory he’d indulge in later. Meanwhile, Munai stood under the cascading water, a slow smirk spreading across her lips as she felt the intoxicating thrill of dominance course through her veins, a sensation she hadn’t tasted in far too long. The encounter left her electrified, her confidence reignited, as if she’d finally reclaimed a part of herself that had been buried for years.
The steam from the shower clung to the bathroom, thick and warm, as Munai stood beneath the stream of water, her skin glistening. Her round face was tilted back, the droplets tracing the curve of her cheeks, her pale moon complexion glowing under the soft light. Her hands moved slowly over her chubby frame, the soap sliding over her fleshy love handles and waist folds. She lingered on her heavy breasts as she lathered them with lavender gel turning into thick foam. Her areolas, a lighter shade than expected, were wide and inviting, and she couldn’t help but admire how they seemed to beg for attention.
The door creaked open abruptly, snapping her out of her reverie. Her head turned sharply, and there stood Surya, his lean frame filling the doorway. He wore nothing but a thin white vest that clung to his wiry torso and a lungi tied loosely around his waist. The fabric did little to hide the bulge beneath it, and Munai’s eyes flicked down involuntarily before she quickly covered herself with her hands, her nipples and pussy hidden from view.
“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice sharp but laced with unease.
Surya leaned against the doorframe, his lips curling into a smirk. “Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Munai. I know what you’ve been up to. Whoring around while Dipankar’s away? Shame on you.”
Munai’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing with anger. “How dare you barge in here and accuse me? Get the fuck out right now!” But Surya didn’t move. His eyes raked over her wet body, lingering on the curves she tried so desperately to hide. “You’re not fooling anyone,” he sneered. “I’ve seen the way you look at other men. You’re no saint.” Her hands tightened over her chest, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her boobs as she glared at him. But then, something shifted in her expression—a flicker of defiance that burned through her unease and sparked into something sharper.
Slowly, deliberately, she dropped her arms, letting them fall to her sides. The water cascaded over her nakedness, tracing every curve, every fold, as she turned to face him fully. Her lips curved into a smirk, and she let out a low, mocking laugh. “Oh, please,” she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that all you’ve got? A pathetic little man like you, trying to shame me? Look at you—can’t even keep your own trousers straight.” Surya’s eyes widened slightly, his smirk faltering for just a moment before he recovered, his jaw tightening. “You think you’re so clever,” he spat, taking a step closer. His lungi clung to his hips, the fabric barely containing the stiff bulge beneath it. “But I know what kind of woman you are. You’re nothing but a—” “A what?” she interrupted, her voice cutting through his words like a knife. She stepped forward too, closing the distance between them, her body glistening under the water. Her heavy boobs swayed slightly as she moved, and she saw his eyes flicker downward despite himself. “Go on, say it. Call me whatever filthy name makes you feel like a big man. But let’s be honest, Surya—you’re not scaring anyone. Least of all me.”
She tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she gave him a pointed look. His face flushed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides, but Munai didn’t back down. Instead, she reached out and flicked a stream of water directly at him with her fingers, the droplets splashing against his chest. “You think I’m scared of you?” she asked, her tone light but edged with steel. “You?” Her laughter was soft, almost cruel, as she took another step closer, forcing him to either retreat or stand his ground. “The only thing you’re good at is puffing up your chest and spitting nonsense. But we both know you don’t have the guts to do anything about it.” Surya’s nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his anger boiled over. He opened his mouth to retort, but Munai cut him off again, her voice rising now. “And let’s not forget who’s really in control here,” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “You might strut around like some kind of alpha male, but at the end of the day, you’re just a coward. You can’t even handle your own wife without raising a hand to her. So tell me, Surya—what makes you think you could ever handle me?”
He stared at her, his lips pressed into a thin line, his body tense with suppressed rage. But Munai didn’t wait for a response. She turned away from him dismissively, stepping back under the showerhead and letting the water wash over her once more. Her voice carried over the sound of the rushing water, calm and unyielding. “Now get out before I make you regret coming in here.” Surya’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The bulge beneath his lungi seemed to grow more prominent, and Munai’s eyes flicked down again, this time with deliberate mockery. “What’s the matter, Surya? Does it hurt your pride to see a woman who doesn’t cower at your words?”
“You pompous bitch,” he growled, taking a step forward. “I will teach you a lesson you wouldn’t forget.” Munai tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her neck as she smirked. “Oh, I’m sure you’d love to try. But let’s be honest—what could a man like you possibly do to me? You can barely keep your erection maintained. Do you really think you could handle me? To be honest, you are beaming with small dick energy. Pathetic.”
His face turned red with rage, and he took another step closer, his breath coming fast now. But Munai didn’t flinch. She turned the showerhead so the water sprayed directly at him, soaking his vest and lungi in seconds. “Go ahead,” she taunted, her voice soft but cutting. “Show me how much of a man you really are.” Surya stood there for a moment, water dripping from his clothes, his erection now unmistakable. But he didn’t move. He just glared at her, his chest heaving with anger. Munai laughed again, the sound light and cruel as she turned her back to him, resuming her shower as if he weren’t even there. “You’ll regret this,” he spat finally, his voice low and dangerous.
Munai glanced over her shoulder, her eyes cold and unyielding. “Oh, I highly doubt that. Now get out before I call Dipankar—or worse, your wife.”
The sound of the shower was deafening, but it couldn’t drown out the fury in Surya’s eyes. He took off his soaked vest, the thin fabric clinging to his skin as he threw it to the floor. His lungi followed, landing in a wet heap at his feet. Now completely naked, his half-erect cock twitched with a mix of anger and arousal. Munai didn’t turn around, but she could feel him—his presence, his heat, his rage. “You think you can mock me?” Surya growled, his voice low and grittier than the bathroom tiles beneath his feet. He stepped forward, closing the scant distance between them, his rough hands finding her bare shoulders first. His fingers traced down her spine, sending an involuntary shiver through Munai’s wet skin, before gripping her hips with a possessive force that made her gasp. Not out of fear—no, she refused to give him that satisfaction—but from the sheer audacity of his boldness. He didn’t stop there. His hands slid around to the front of her body, cupping her heavy boobs in his calloused palms. The contrast of his cold, rough skin against her warm, soft flesh sent a jolt through her, a spark of defiance igniting deep within her core. Munai stiffened, her back arching slightly as his fingers squeezed experimentally, testing her resolve. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his chest pressing against her back as he leaned in closer.
“You think you’re untouchable?” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom and something darker, something primal. “You strut around this neighborhood like you own it, flaunting yourself like some cheap whore. You think I don’t see you?” His hand shot out, rough and demanding, and began to rub her left nipple through the water-slicked skin. The touch was harsh, possessive, and it sent a jolt through her body. Munai’s eyes narrowed as she felt his fingers claim what wasn’t his. That nipple—that left nipple—had already been claimed by Mr. Singh, and the memory of his touch, deliberate and commanding, surged through her mind. She stiffened as she turned to face him, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "Oh, Surya," she purred, her voice laced with sarcasm, "you really think you can just take what you want? That’s not yours to claim—not anymore." His grip tightened, but so did her resolve. She didn’t flinch, didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she hissed, "You’re not even in the same league as him. You’re just a boy playing at being a man."
The insult hit its mark, and his face twisted with rage. But Munai didn’t care. She straightened, her boobs glistening under the shower’s spray, and let out a low, derisive laugh. "Go ahead, Surya. Try to prove me wrong. I dare you." Surya’s grip tightened momentarily, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts as if trying to silence her. But Munai wasn’t about to let him have the upper hand. She twisted in his grasp, turning to face him fully, her nipples brushing against his chest as she tilted her chin up to meet his glare. “You think you can shame me? Humiliate me?” she continued, her voice low but sharp as a blade. “You’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man, Surya. You can’t even touch me without crumbling.” His nostrils flared, and for a moment, it seemed like he might strike her. But instead, he let out a low, almost feral growl, his hands moving to her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “You talk too much,” he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. “Let’s see if you’re still so cocky when I’m done with you.” Munai laughed, a dark, melodic sound that only seemed to infuriate him more. She pressed her body against his, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his cock against her stomach. “Go ahead,” she dared, her voice dripping with mockery. “Show me what you’ve got. But I doubt it’ll be much to talk about.”
She spun around, her wet body pressing against his. Her heavy breasts flattened against his chest, their pale nipples hard from the chill of the water and the intensity of the moment. Her hands moved instinctively, one gripping his wrist to pry it away, the other finding its way to his cock. It was medium-sized, still only half-hard, but she wrapped her fingers around it firmly, her grip unyielding. “You think your hands have any right to touch me?” Munai hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. She tightened her hold on him, her fingers sliding up and down his length with deliberate precision. Surya’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. “You’re nothing but a drunk fool who beats his wife and thinks he can control women. This”—she gave his cock a sharp tug—“is all you’ve got? Shame.” Surya’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he tried to maintain control. “You’re a whore,” he spat, his voice raw and rough. “You think you can humiliate me? I’ll show you what happens to women like you.”
Munai laughed, a dark, musical sound that filled the steamy bathroom. “Oh, please. You can’t even keep it up without my help. Look at you—quivering like a scared little boy.” She increased the pace of her hand, her fingers sliding over his shaft with a firm, steady rhythm. His cock responded, growing harder in her grasp, but she didn’t let up. “Is this what you wanted? To come here and prove how weak you are?”
Surya’s hands moved to her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He tried to pull her closer, but Munai pushed him back against the tiled wall. Her wet body pressed against his, her breasts mashed against his chest, her hips brushing against his growing erection. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re nothing but a bully,” she whispered, her voice low and mocking. “You think you can come into my home and take what you want? I’m in control here. Not you.” Her hand moved faster now, her fingers working him with expert precision. Surya’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to resist the pleasure coursing through him. But Munai didn’t stop. She watched him intently, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she felt him getting closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Let it out. Show me just how much of a man you really are.”
Surya’s nails dug into her sides as he fought to hold back, but it was no use. Moments later, he came with a low, guttural groan, his release spilling over her fingers and onto the floor. Munai didn’t stop until he was completely spent, his cock limp in her hand. She pulled away, wiping her hand on the damp towel hanging nearby. Her eyes met his, cold and unyielding. “Was that all you had? I expected more from someone who talks so big.” Surya’s chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his face flushed with humiliation and anger. “You… you bitch,” he stammered, his voice trembling with rage. Munai smirked, stepping back under the stream of water as if nothing had happened. “Get the fuck out of here now,” she said calmly, her tone dismissive. “And please use the front door from the next time.”
Surya stood there for a moment, seething with anger but unable to muster a response. Finally, he grabbed his wet clothes and stormed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Looking over the backyard wall, where her jumped from earlier, Surya wore his wet clothes. His humiliation still boiling beneath the surface, but a twisted sense of satisfaction lingered—he’d gotten his hands on Munai’s voluptuous breasts, their creamy softness a memory he’d indulge in later. Meanwhile, Munai stood under the cascading water, a slow smirk spreading across her lips as she felt the intoxicating thrill of dominance course through her veins, a sensation she hadn’t tasted in far too long. The encounter left her electrified, her confidence reignited, as if she’d finally reclaimed a part of herself that had been buried for years.
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