Upon hearing this, Kirito was momentarily startled, a sensation of both surprise and amusement welling up inside him.
"Oh, so that’s how it is?"
Fearing that her attitude might provoke the young assassin, Ayako hurriedly waved her hands and stammered in explanation:
"But... but you don’t need to worry! How can you know for sure about something you’ve never tried? We can completely experiment with it bit by bit..."
Seeing the terrified yet utterly obedient expression of the woman at his feet, Kirito nodded in satisfaction and relaxed his body:
"Alright, then just do whatever you know."
Receiving permission, Ayako did not dare hesitate any longer. She leaned forward closely, using her warm and soft hands to gently stroke along the length of Kirito’s penis. Her slender fingers skillfully massaged, sliding up and down with a skillful, rhythmic technique honed from many years of bedroom experience by a mature matron.
The heat from her palms combined with the extremely professional friction movements immediately transmitted straight into Kirito’s nerves. The novel, intensely numb pleasure spreading from his lower body caused the eighteen-year-old youth to instinctively shudder.
"Amazing..." Kirito let out a muffled moan, his hands unconsciously clutching the bedsheets tightly, completely swept up in the pleasure for the very first time in his life.
Experiencing such sublime and intoxicating delight for the very first time in his life, Kirito was immediately captivated and completely immersed. The surging stimulation transmitted from his lower body made his entire body burn with heat, every cell feeling as though it had awakened.
Noticing the excitement and the acceleration of the young assassin’s breathing, Ayako skillfully increased the speed of her hands. The sliding strokes up and down became much more rapid, powerful, and fluid than before, causing Kirito’s body to constantly tremble violently, his mouth emitting uncontrolled pants.
"Damn it..." Kirito tilted his head back, his eyes half-closed, his hands gripping the corner of the mattress so tightly that deep wrinkles were imprinted. "This feeling... so this is what everyone is obsessed with? I really like this feeling too..."
Pressing her advantage, Ayako didn’t stop there. Her other hand skillfully slid downward, using her long, neatly trimmed fingernails to lightly scratch and stroke Kirito’s scrotum with just the right amount of force. That gentle, tickling yet intensely stimulating friction combined with the manual massaging above immediately drove the pleasure to a whole new level, making the world before his eyes spin.
Ayako raised her tear-filled eyes to look at the youth who had previously been arrogant but now had to endure the onslaught of pleasure, her sweet, alluring voice sounding out:
"How do you feel... is it amazing?"
Kirito had by then completely lost his initial cold composure, his chest heaving up and down continuously, wave after wave of panting escaping through his teeth:
"Amazing... simply amazing..."
Ayako lifted her wet, alluring eyes to look at the teenage boy, the corners of her lips curling upward into a smile carrying a seductive, wicked flavor. She lowered her voice, purposely using a sweet and lewd tone to further provoke the instincts deep inside him:
"Do you want me... to make you feel even better?"
Kirito was now completely dominated by pleasure, his gaze looking down at the woman below filled with intense craving. He nodded firmly, his voice hoarse with excitement:
"Yes... do it."
Receiving permission, Ayako did not hesitate for another second. She raised her head slightly and leaned closely down toward Kirito’s lower body. Instantly, her soft and flexible tongue, like a small snake, stretched out, beginning to lick from the base along the length of the erect penis.
Her warm, slippery saliva quickly coated the surface of the penis, creating extremely stimulating smacking sounds in the quiet room. Ayako skillfully maneuvered her expert tongue, focusing on swirling deeply and circling continuously around the most sensitive glans.
The dampness, softness, and skilled movement launched a direct assault on Kirito’s weak spot. He flung his head straight back, his hands grasping the futon mattress so hard the fabric tore, his chest heaving repeatedly and panting in broken gasps:
"Hk... ah... right there... damn it, it’s so good..."
Ayako continuously swept her soft tongue back and forth rapidly across the sensitive ridge of Kirito’s glans. The heat from her wet mouth and the skilled friction made the youth’s entire body freeze, the penis inside her mouth instantly twitching repeatedly in sync with every panting breath.
"Damn it..." Kirito closed his eyes tightly, his head thrown far back, his muscles bulging and tightening rigidly. He completely lost the cold demeanor of an assassin, now able only to pant and enjoy the wave of pleasure violently assaulting his cerebrum.
However, hidden deep beneath that submissive expression and teary-eyed gaze, Ayako’s actual mood was completely the opposite. Her eyes looking up at Kirito began to flash with lust intertwined with supreme contempt. For an experienced matron like her, subjugating and toying with a rookie punk like Kirito was truly as easy as turning over her hand. In her mind, she thought that if not for her life being in the other party’s hands and the blade at her throat, she would gladly turn this fleshly game into a form of ultimate torture to avenge her fallen husband.
Still, survival came first above all else, so she could only suppress the contempt in her heart and continue to obediently serve.
What an easily manipulated little brat, Ayako sneered inwardly.
Her left hand accelerated its powerful strokes at the base of the shaft, while her right hand continuously scratched lightly and massaged Kirito’s scrotum at a dizzying frequency. The perfect combination of both mouth and hands created a relentlessly dense total assault, giving the opponent not even a single second to pant or recover.
After just a few moments of that peak assault, Ayako immediately felt clearly that every fiber of flesh on Kirito’s penis was swelling and twitching violently inside her mouth. Sensing shrewdly that the moment of eruption was near, the corners of her lips curled into a devious, arrogant smirk.
"Does it feel good, my lord?" Ayako lifted her damp eyes, brimming with provocation, and looked up.
Kirito clenched his teeth tightly, his chest heaving violently, trying to hold onto his last shred of reason but completely helpless against the surging wave of pleasure:
"Amazing..."
Instantly, Kirito’s penis twitched forcefully in rapid succession. A muffled groan choked in his throat as he could no longer hold back any longer:
"No... I can’t hold it back anymore!"
Seizing the exact moment of eruption, Ayako smiled smugly, opening her mouth wide to swallow the head of the penis completely.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Thick, warm jets of semen shot consecutively and directly deep into her mouth. The overwhelming volume of semen along with the powerful flow forced Ayako to swallow continuously so as not to choke, her throat heaving as she accepted the entire fruit of the teenage boy’s first taste of carnal delight.
As the flow gradually subsided, she slowly released Kirito’s penis from her mouth, her cunning tongue licking around the corners of her lips to clean up any remaining drops of semen.
Such a rookie’s first ejaculation, the semen is both fresh and so abundant, Ayako evaluated inwardly with a hint of surprise hidden behind her obedient mask, absolutely not daring to let even a shred of disdain show on her face.
Kirito leaned back against the mattress, panting heavily with every labored breath, his gaze fixed on the woman before him filled with supreme satisfaction. Indeed, this first-time experience far exceeded all his imagination.
"You... did you swallow all of my semen?" Kirito asked in a hoarse voice.
Ayako obediently nodded, wearing a spellbindingly charming smile to mask her inner calculations:
"Yes... swallowing it all completely leaves no traces behind, so my lord doesn’t even need to bother cleaning up."
Right as the atmosphere in the room hovered at its climax, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the corridor, accompanied by the deep, authoritative voice of a man:
"General? At this late hour, why is the door closed so tightly? I have an urgent matter that needs to be reported immediately, my lord!"
As a professional Shinobi trained in a life-and-death environment, Kirito’s reflexes were sharper than anyone’s. In a split second, he sprang up to gather his garments, moving with lightning speed to redress in his black, body-concealing suit and pull his face-covering cloth up in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, understanding the intent and wanting to use the outsider to create further trouble, Ayako instantly changed her expression, widening her eyes and letting out a loud, panicked scream:
"Ahhhh... Help! An assassin! An assassin has broken in!"
The piercing scream had just faded when Kirito faintly smirked with arrogance. His legs flexed with fluid force, his body as light as a feather darting through the ajar window, easily climbing up onto the dark high roof and completely vanishing into the night before the room’s door could be kicked open.