"I'm actually neither a good person nor a bad person. I just want to live happily every day. If I have the ability, I don't mind helping others. If I don't, then sorry—I'll just keep to myself."
Cain shrugged. "There's no need to force yourself to do something you don't like. Isn't being alive enough? Of course, I am actually sick."
Jigsaw nodded. "What disease? You can even cure cancer. What else could stump you?"
"Haha, there's only one disease in the world that has no cure. The rest can still be treated." Cain exhaled a smoke ring, smirking. "Mrs. Bessie, could you get me a bottle of red wine?"
"Of course, one moment." Bessie smiled, her curiosity about Cain growing.
Jigsaw chuckled. "Have you solved the problem of poverty, then?"
"For me, being rich or poor doesn't matter. As long as I work hard for the life I want, that's enough. Goals shouldn't be too far—otherwise, I'll lose motivation. But they also shouldn't be too easy—otherwise, I won't cherish them. Besides, life isn't about how much money you have, but whether you find it fulfilling."
Cain continued spinning his lies effortlessly.
"If poverty isn't your sickness, then what is?"
Jigsaw was genuinely intrigued now.
He picked up the medicine on the table, examining it. If it truly could cure cancer, it would be a miracle for him.
"Sex addiction. I have to masturbate every day." Cain sighed dramatically.
"Prostitutes are risky—too easy to catch something. And I don't have the time or charm to get a girlfriend, so… self-service it is. I feel off if I skip a day."
Jigsaw stared at him, speechless. That's considered a disease?
Bessie returned with the wine, pouring three glasses. "He's right. Sex addiction is a disorder."
"Alright then, Mr. Cain," Jigsaw folded his arms, shifting to business. "What exactly did you come here to discuss?"
"Just a heads-up—you're drawing attention. If we can't handle this quietly, the FBI will step in. For me? Solving this case won't earn me any credit, and ignoring it won't hurt me."
Cain swirled his wine before taking a sip. "If there's a chance, I'd love to see your… work. Must be thrilling."
He said it like a joke, dark and dry. "Do you get off on torturing people?"
"No. I just enjoy seeing those the law can't punish get what they deserve." Cain studied his wine, his expression unreadable.
"You want to join me?" Jigsaw didn't bother hiding it. If Cain had tracked him down, he already knew about the team.
"Nah. Enlightening the world sounds exhausting. I just want a comfortable life—and maybe a woman with high stamina to cure my little problem."
Cain smirked, utterly shameless. Why not enjoy the suffering of others?
Jigsaw's eyebrow twitched. "Fine. But I need your help. Divert the police. Ensure my games aren't interrupted."
"That's tricky, but I'll try." Cain already had a plan—perjury would do.
"Good. Then I hope your medicine works." Jigsaw lifted the vial. "How do I use this?"
"Direct injection. Isn't Mrs. Bessie a doctor? Let her handle it. She's quite… skilled."
Cain's grin was loaded. Jigsaw's ex-wife? Even better.
Jigsaw's face remained neutral. "You like Bessie?"
"Who wouldn't?" Cain shrugged. No point denying it.
"But you can't protect her." Jigsaw almost sounded regretful.
"Protection isn't about shielding someone—it's teaching them to protect themselves." Cain countered smoothly.
"Interesting." Jigsaw winced as the needle pierced his skin. He trusted Cain only because his cancer was terminal anyway.
"Eat more after this. Nutrition fuels the medicine's effects."
Cain's instructions were simple: Eat. Survive.
Almost instantly, Jigsaw's stomach growled violently. "I'll contact you soon." He left faster than his frail body should've allowed.
Bessie bit her lip. "Will he be alright?"
"Jigsaw? He's fine. But I have a problem." Cain pulled her close, his erection pressing against her. "Help me, ma'am."
Bessie gasped—this was insane. But Cain's hands were already roaming, and despite herself, she grew wet. His size alone was intoxicating.
"The bedroom."
Cain carried her effortlessly, kicking the door shut behind them.
He tossed her onto the bed, stripping off his shirt to reveal a sculpted torso. "Sorry, ma'am. I can't control myself."
"Ah—slow down!"
Bessie's protest was half-hearted. Her body betrayed her, arousal pooling as she took in Cain's physique. At her age, hunger outweighed hesitation.
And Cain? He knew it.
Jigsaw had tested him. Approved him.
And now?
Now, Cain would claim his prize.
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Staring at Cain's 20-centimeter cock, Bessie swallowed hard, her heart fluttering with anticipation. My God, it's enormous!
"Madam, could you… let me see your private parts? I've never really seen a woman's up close," Cain said, feigning the shyness of an untouched virgin—a tactic he knew would stroke a mature woman's ego.
Sure enough, Bessie giggled and eagerly stripped, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy.
Her labia majora were thin, nearly merging with the delicate inner lips, making her slit appear as a tight, tempting line. The plump mound bulged slightly—one of the finest cunts a man could hope to sink into.
A weaker-willed man might lose control instantly, but for those with discipline, the snug embrace of such a pussy offered unparalleled pleasure.
"Go on, take your time… look all you want."
She guided his fingers to her pink folds, parting them to expose the glistening entrance beneath.
"This is a woman's opening. Slide that big cock inside, and you'll understand the joy of lovemaking—it'll cure your little addiction." Her voice dripped with teasing warmth. "Come on, put it in."
"W-well, Madam… could you lick me first? I've heard it feels incredible."
Cain played the bashful virgin perfectly, knowing it would make her even more eager to teach him.
The depravity of it thrilled him. They could've fucked outright, but he wanted her to debase herself—to serve him willingly until her pride eroded, until she craved submission. Given enough time, she'd become his devoted plaything.
Bessie's eyes gleamed. She leaned forward, one hand stroking his shaft while the other cupped his heavy sac—too large for her palm alone.
She inhaled his musky scent, her body flushing hotter. "So big…"
Then, she took the swollen head into her mouth, swirling her tongue expertly while gazing up at him like a servant pleasing her master. The sight alone filled Cain with primal satisfaction.
"Ah! S-so good—is this a blowjob? Ungh… I can't hold back, Madam. I'll cum if you keep going!"
Feigning overwhelmed pleasure, Cain pushed her onto her back, deliberately grinding his cock against her clit. Each teasing rub made her shudder, her breath hitching. She loved that he seemed inexperienced—a virgin to mold to her desires.
Guiding him with a slick hand, she pressed his tip to her entrance, her smile turning sultry. "Go on, my sweet virgin. Push it in… fuck this needy pussy. Let me cure you."
With a groan, Cain sheathed himself inside her.
Her walls clenched instantly, the snug heat almost milking his release right then. The initial stretch was exquisite—her tightness gripping him like a velvet vise.
Once past the entrance, her inner muscles relaxed slightly, but the scorching wetness never eased, massaging every inch of his cock. The sensation of taking another man's wife—of claiming her—sent a brutal thrill through him.
"Fuck… so tight! Madam, your pussy's perfect—ah!"
No longer acting, Cain pistoned into her, his control fraying. Her cunt pulsed around him, rippling with each thrust, the friction bordering on unbearable pleasure.
Bessie moaned, her neglected pussy stretched to its limits after years of emptiness. His roughness—his lack of finesse—only stoked her hunger. Her walls fluttered, gripping and releasing his shaft like a greedy mouth.
"Oh! Y-yes, just like that!"
She arched, trying to take him deeper, her lust surging unchecked.
Cain's hips snapped faster. "Gonna cum—can't hold back! Please, Madam, let me fill you—!"
"N-no, pull out! Ah! It's too—too much!"
But the heat flooding her core told her it was too late. Resigning herself, she gasped as rope after rope of seed painted her insides.
"Mmmph! S-so full…"
Collapsing together, their sweat-slick bodies heaved. Bessie's legs still hooked around Cain's waist, her cunt rhythmically squeezing, milking every last drop.
"Madam, I'm sorry… I couldn't stop. If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility."
His apology was hollow. He'd wanted to breed her—to mark her as his. And judging by her dazed expression, part of her craved it too.
Bessie sighed, ruffling his hair. "You reckless boy… virgins are always so eager. A few more rounds, and you'll last longer." She shifted, wincing at the sticky mess between her thighs. "Now let me clean up before—ah!"
Cain hadn't softened. Still buried inside her, he grinned.
"Wait, Madam… I'm not done. I need to make you feel good too."
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Bessie's protests dissolved into moans. She was still aching for more—she just hadn't wanted to admit it.
But Cain's stamina left no room for denial. His cock stayed iron-hard, pounding her into the mattress until her thighs trembled, until she screamed her climax into the sheets.
And even then, he didn't stop.