Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 116: Aisha’s live show(R-18)

Note: This Chapter contains a short flashback clip of Victor sharing his girlfriend with Harsha (from before the main story events). It is not intended as NTR. Readers who are uncomfortable with this can skip this particular Chapter. Rest assured, Mc’s harem won’t be NTRed.

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**Warehouse Room, Outskirts of Delhi, 9:47 PM**

The room was cramped and dusty, stacked with cardboard boxes along the walls. A single yellow bulb hung from the ceiling, casting weak, sickly light and long shadows. The old ceiling fan spun lazily above with a constant, annoying clang-clang-clang, but Victor didn’t care. His eyes were glued to the laptop screen placed on the rickety wooden table in front of him.

His pants were down around his ankles. One hand gripped his hard cock, stroking it furiously. Veins stood out on his forehead and neck as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

On the screen played the private video he had recorded weeks ago.

Tanya , his girlfriend , was blindfolded and bound with thick ropes, completely naked. She was sandwiched between two men like a bitch in heat.

Victor’s past self had his thick cock buried deep in her mouth, the bulge clearly visible on her cheek every time he thrust. Harsha, on the other hand, was pounding her pussy mercilessly from behind, one hand yanking the rope tied around her waist, the other slapping her ass red.

They changed positions smoothly. Victor lay down, pulling Tanya onto his cock, impaling her soaked pussy in one stroke. Harsha adjusted himself behind her and pushed into her tight ass. Tanya’s muffled, broken moans filled the speakers as she was double-penetrated.

Victor’s hand moved faster on his cock.

On screen, Harsha grabbed a fistful of Tanya’s hair, arching her back violently as he slammed into her ass one final time, growling as he came. The sight of her toned waist curving sharply and her body shaking pushed Victor over the edge.

He groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shot out, landing on the tissue he’d barely managed to position in time.

"Fuck... that was good," he muttered, breathing hard.

He wiped his dick clean with the tissue, crumpled it, and tossed it toward the corner dustbin. Then he grabbed the water bottle beside him and drank greedily, water spilling down his chin.

He checked the time on his laptop: 9:55 PM.

A dirty smile spread across his face.

"Five minutes till Aisha’s show..."

Aisha — Tanya’s twin sister. Same face, but completely different energy. The way she moved, the way she teased, the expressions she made... Victor had become obsessed. He had spent a fortune in tokens on her private shows, waiting for the day he could finally get his hands on her.

He leaned back in the chair, still half-hard.

One day I’ll fuck you live on camera, Aisha. In front of all your pathetic simping fans. That’ll be worth every fucking dollar I’ve spent.

He had only agreed to babysit this warehouse tonight because Aisha had announced her special show. Otherwise, he would’ve been at his terrace railing Tanya again. For him she was not love but a tool of mere indulgence. But Aisha, was different.. she was pure, untouched and turning into an obsesssion.

Victor stretched his neck. "Anybody come yet?" he shouted.

From outside, the rented watchman’s sleepy voice replied, "No sir. Only three boys sitting on the ground floor and playing cards."

"Alright. If anyone comes, tell them not to disturb me. I’m in an important online call. Clear?"

"Yes, sir."

Victor smirked and opened the link from his email. The page redirected to xtremechatlive.com.

Aisha’s profile loaded.

There she was.. purple hair, black mask covering the upper half of her face, wearing a tiny black bikini that barely contained her breasts. She was rolling teasingly on the bed, smiling seductively at the camera. A countdown timer appeared on screen:

30 seconds until the show begins.

Victor’s hand instinctively went back to his cock, slowly stroking it back to life as the timer ticked down.

...3 ...2 ...1

The screen flashed, and Aisha went live.

The background was clearly a luxurious hotel room — soft lighting, a large bed with crisp white sheets, and a sleek wooden headboard. But what immediately caught everyone’s attention was Aisha herself.

She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the frame, dressed in a provocative schoolgirl cosplay. Her white shirt was tied into a tight knot just below her breasts, turning it into a crop top that pushed her cleavage up invitingly. The top two buttons were undone, revealing smooth, glistening skin that looked heavily oiled under the lights. Her pleated skirt was dangerously short, barely covering her thighs, and when she shifted, it rode up even further, teasing a flash of blue panties.

A shiny purple mask covered the upper half of her face, and her matching purple wig fell in loose waves over her shoulders. She looked both innocent and sinful at the same time.

Aisha blew a flying kiss toward the camera, then slowly crossed her legs, deliberately letting the short skirt hike up to give the viewers a clear view of her panties. The chat went wild instantly.

"Hi... hello... Namaste~" she said in a sweet, seductive voice, pressing her palms together cutely while tilting her head. The motion made her breasts press together even more. "This is your lovely and one and only Purple_Princess from India. Did you miss me?"

The chat exploded.

[boy69: Love you Purple Princess!! Missed you so much]

[HabibiArabia: My days are so dry without you baby]

[booboolover: Show us that ass queen. I want to rub my whole face between those cheeks]

[Nevergetdown: You look fucking incredible today.]

Aisha blushed dramatically, blinking her big eyes and giggling. "Aww, thank you so much~ Muah! Muah!" She blew more flying kisses. "What would I do without my amazing fans?"

Victor leaned forward in his chair, a smug smirk forming on his lips. If only your sister could make expressions like that...

He typed quickly.

[WhiteGhost: Missed you baby.]

Aisha’s smile faltered for a split second before she recovered professionally. She leaned back slightly, brushing her fingers over her chest, deliberately drawing more attention to her oiled cleavage.

"Especially you, Mr. Ghost... You’ve been such a generous donor," she said softly, then wrapped her arms around herself in a hugging motion. "I wish I could give all of you a real hug."

The chat flooded with hearts and praises again.

Aisha bit her lower lip, suddenly turning shy. She looked down, playing with her nails as she spoke in a softer tone.

"Guys... I actually have something important to tell you today. I hope you’ll support me."

[IRONDICK: We’re always here for you princess]

[sexonlysex: Tell us baby.]

Aisha looked straight into the camera, her voice turning slightly nervous but excited.

"I... I got a boyfriend."

The chat went dead silent for a moment, followed by a wave of heartbreak emojis.

Then she dropped the bomb.

"And... he’s my real brother. He’ll be joining the show tonight."

The chat erupted like a volcano.

[IRONDICK: Wait... brother?! Is this real? or kind of roleplay?]

[sexonlysex: BROTHER-SISTER SHOW?! LET’S GOOO]

[HabibiArabia: Wallah! Brother-sister bang bang?! Call him RIGHT NOW!!!]

[anonymous guest: CALL HIM +1]

...CALL HIM +269

Aisha blushed furiously and hid her face behind her hands, peeking cutely through her fingers as the chat spammed even faster.

Victor’s expression darkened. His grip tightened around the water bottle.

This bitch... what the fuck is she playing at?

His jaw clenched. First his brother had taken his place, and now this? Was Tanuj really going to fuck his own sister, live on camera? Were they mocking him?

The plastic bottle cracked in his hand.

Just then, the bathroom door in the background opened.

A tall, masked figure stepped out, wearing only a white towel wrapped low around his waist. His left hand was heavily bandaged and held up in a slingbag.

Victor froze.

Water that he had just sipped sprayed out of his mouth as his eyes widened in pure shock. He barely managed to turn his head away from the laptop in time.

"No... no fucking way..." he muttered, voice hoarse.

Even with the mask, he recognized him instantly.

Rohit.

His appearance shocked not only him but also the audience, though for very different reasons..