Bath?
Or Me?
(Slight R-18) [Edited] 24: Chapter 24: Dinner?
Bath?
Or Me?
(Slight R-18) [Edited] I left the club room after Yukino’s silent departure.
She looked a little out of it, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was the cause.
I’m sure hearing about my rampant thoughts got on her nerves.
“Hah~,” I sighed as I stood waiting for the intersection light to turn green.
There was no random stroll today.
I just wanted to get home and clear my mind.
The whole thing with Miyako was probably just her trying to be friends with Yukino in her own way.
This self-hypnosis was surprisingly effective.
By the time I crossed the street and walked down my neighborhood sidewalk, the lingering nerves from before were completely gone.
There was absolutely no way Miyako would actually allow something as ridiculous as me having two girlfriends anyway.
She was too possessive for that.
Reaching my porch, I grabbed the heavy brass handle to unlock the front door, but to my surprise, it was already completely unlocked.
There was no reason to panic, though; the only other person who possessed a spare key to my place was Miyako.
I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and froze instantly at the entryway.
“Welcome home, Master!
Would you like dinner?
A warm bath?
Or…
Me?” I stared entirely blankly at the enticingly dressed Miyako standing right in my entryway.
Her face was completely flushed crimson from whatever vivid imagination she had been playing out before I got here, her vibrant, sky-blue eyes filled with heat that easily rivaled the sun.
The frilly kitchen apron—which was quite literally her only piece of clothing—was doing a horrible job of covering her bare, flawless skin.
Her pert breasts and the soft slope of her hips were fully on display whenever she shifted.
[Choices have Arriced!] 1.
Dinner?
– Random Reward 2.
Bath?
– Random Reward 3.
Her?
– random 4.
Punish her?
– random reward x2 […] With all the blood in my body instantly rushing away from my brain to both of my heads, I didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second.
I bypassed the standard choices and went directly with the decision that perfectly fit my current, utterly entranced mood.
“What are you doing, slut?” I undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.
“Come on.” Miyako didn’t hesitate for a heartbeat.
She practically dropped to her knees on the hard floor, crawling forward to put her face inches away from my shaft, staring up at me with eyes absolutely brimming with passion and complete, unholy submission.
With a smirk, I smacked her face with it, making sure she really felt where she belonged.
“Come on, open up.
Clearly your slutty self is begging for it.” Miyako eagerly parted her lips and took the thick head in.
The sudden, wet warmth of her mouth tickled my senses just right.
She didn’t care about a slow warmup either; she guided the shaft halfway down her throat, her lips sealing tightly around the girth, before pulling back smoothly.
On the next stroke, she went a little deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she generated a powerful, tight suction.
By her sixth try, she was completely buried face-first in my lower half.
Her nose was digging past the base, her throat completely swallowing the entirety of my length.
The heat inside her mouth was incredible, her tongue wrapping tightly around the underside of the shaft, coating it in thick saliva as she stayed still.
“Ugh~, good girl,” I gently patted her head while her throat was adjusting.
“Hfhnnmkh?” “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” I firmly gripped the back of her soft pink hair, pulling her back halfway before ruthlessly thrusting forward, forcing my way deep into her throat.
I started at a steady pace, the intense friction building up an immediate overflow of saliva in her mouth that began to drip down her chin.
Not that I cared about the mess in the slightest.
The entryway was filled with the loud, incredibly messy sounds of her deep-throating me—heavy, wet, slapping noises echoing off the walls as her lips struck the base of my pelvis over and over again.
Gluk!
Gluk!
Gluk!
Every frantic swallow she took made a thick, choking sound, the wet suction so tight it felt like a warm vice wrapping around me.
“Ugh~ you feel absolutely amazing, you slut!” I completely destroyed her throat, relentlessly driving into her deep over and over again, forcing her to take the brutal pace.
I made her throat recognize—just like I had her slick garden the other night—exactly who she belonged to.
Her muffled whimpers only fueled my pace, making my core throb violently as the friction pushed me over the edge.
“I’m cumming, take every single drop of it!” “UGH~!” With one final, heavy thrust, I held her head firmly in place against my hips as my seed exploded, filling her mouth to the absolute brim with thick, hot ropes.
Plop~ I finally pulled back, leaving her kneeling on the floor, breathless and dazed.
“C-Cough!
T-Thank you, Master!” The depraved look on her face really turned me on.
My little brother was roaring to go almost instantly.
[Reward: Cum now tastes like proper milk.] [Reward: +$2,500 to investment.] The system rewards were nothing important to me right now.
Except its nagging wasn’t done yet.
[Choices have arrived!] 1.
Take her right here on the entryway floor.
– Reward: Random Physical enhancement.
2.
Make her crawl to the bedroom to continue the session.
– Reward: trait upgrade for Miyako.
3.
Make her clean up the mess first.
– Reward: +$5,000 to investments.
[…] Seeing the options, only two were truly worth it, and my desire was focusing heavily on one specific path.
“Undress, Miyako.” “Y-yes, Master.” All she had to do was reach behind her back, untie the strings, and take off the frilly kitchen apron, leaving her completely naked in the middle of my entryway.
“Now get on all fours and crawl all the way to my room.” She gulped, her chest heaving with ragged, heavy breaths.
“Y-yes, Master.” Crawl she did, dropping her palms and knees to the floor.
I walked slowly behind her, admiring every single bit of her shifting hips, her round assets swaying enticingly with every slow step she took down the hallway.
With every forward movement of her knees, her slick garden was completely on display from behind, glistening and dripping wet from the pure anticipation of what was to come, leaving a faint, glistening trail along the floor.
“Pfft~” I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at the absolute absurdity of this entire situation.
Miyako jumped slightly hearing my sudden laughter, her cute, messy face turning all the way around to look back at me in confusion.
“What do you think you’re doing?” PA!
My open palm slapped hard against her bare ass, leaving a bright red handprint on her butt.
“Who said you could look back at me without permission?” “S-S-Sorry, Master!” Eager to please, she immediately sped up her pace, scrambling down the hallway and up the stairs on her hands and knees.
The moment we finally entered my bedroom, I shut the door firmly behind us and gave her a thorough, unforgettable lesson on pulling stunts like this.