"Do you need anything to drink, Master?" Rue asked, half facing me.
"No."
I got a better look at Rue. From my angle, she has curves—her peaches look juicy. I can feel the softness of her ass through the fabric of her nightgown.
Maybe she isn’t that bad after all. I was being picky, I guess.
Now that I think about it, does she want me to do anything? She isn’t the type. But this is the perfect time—Lior might take hours, and I have nothing to do.
But then I just bought her. It doesn’t feel right.
Fuck! I’m just thinking like a nice guy. You just have to think of what’s right and wrong in a moment like this? While I have a death counter on my head.
Time to earn casllay.
"Ah—"
I grabbed Rue and pulled her onto me. Her breasts pressed against my chest. I instantly got horny. She looked up at me, gripping my shirt, puzzled.
"What’s wrong? This is the reason I bought you."
Rue swallowed lightly. It’s not like she wasn’t expecting it, but she was a little unprepared.
"I know... Can I ask you to be gentle? And not hit me. I’m not experienced, so I won’t know what will actually please you."
Rue’s eyes narrowed. She was being clear and making it difficult for me to be the bad guy here. Be gentle? We’ll find that out.
"Get up. Undress."
Rue followed my command, sitting up and sliding the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder. The nightgown smoothly fell down, covering just her waist. She was embarrassed and trying not to show it.
Her breasts are rightly shaped for her body type. Her nipples got hard from the cold air. I noticed something—she is one of the girls who has bigger hips and small breasts.
"You are not entirely unknown to sex, right?"
"No. I know parts of it—"
Grabbing her wrist, I pinned her on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling, red warm eyes that didn’t want to blink, focused on me.
I kissed her first. She twitched when our lips met, trying not to breathe. Her lips are soft. I pulled them apart, rolling my tongue inside. My tongue found hers, wrapping and twisting. After mixing our saliva for a bit, I let her breathe. It was a really wet make-out.
If I have to maximize casllay earning, I have to fully engage it, go slow, and be the dominant one.
"Can you lay down in a way where your head is on the edge of the bed?"
She looked at me confused, still under the effect of the kiss, but she did what I said. I got up from the bed.
"I’m just assuming you don’t know how to give a blowjob. So I’m taking charge. I will be a little rough, okay?"
I pulled her just enough so her head fell down slightly, giving me the right angle. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock.
My cock is average length, I guess—5.6 to 7 inches, big enough to make a decent woman like Rue blush and look away.
I held her hands so she wouldn’t shift midway. She closed her eyes, mouth slightly open as I brought my cock in front of her face.
With one smooth thrust, I pushed my cock inside her warm, wet mouth, and she kind of choked on the first thrust. It’s my fault for choosing this position, but it’s dominant.
I waited a few seconds before the next thrust. She managed to hold herself.
"Gock. Gock. Gock!!"
After a few thrusts, I pushed in more length, reaching her throat and almost making her choke again. I was hitting the back of her throat.
Then I started going rough, moving my hips faster. I saw her legs curling and shifting. But my tip was constantly hitting the back of her throat, teasing me, and I was just about to finish.
And with a final thrust, I came inside her mouth, leaving her tongue shaking. It’s the first round, so the quantity was good and hot. She took it like a good girl, I’d say.
"Mm, mhh, ahh."
⟨50 casllay mana points gained. Plus 20 for dominance.⟩
70 points? Yes, some progress—a little one, but a real one. Besides, it’s not over yet.
Taking my cock out, I looked at her face. Her mouth is open, tongue out, my cum on it, breathing heavy. Besides that, she looked fine. She sat down immediately.
"Swallow it."
Rue hesitated but wasn’t disgusted. Then she swallowed it like she was drinking her new suspicious-looking juice flavor.
"It was salty. I’m sorry. Did that please you?"
Rue is now much more comfortable facing me and genuinely wants an answer. She’s probably thinking something like, if I don’t make myself useful, he’ll throw me out. Which is sad, I’m not that’s type of person.
"Yes. We are not done yet. Since you pleased me, I will do the same."
"No, you don’t have to. I’m your servant."
Her eyes widened at my words, and she instantly replied. I smiled—not out of pity, but because I know she might know how good an orgasm feels. And I’m about to demonstrate it.
"No. It’s my wish. And I’m your master, right? I would love to see you on your edge."
Rue’s lips curled up, unsure what to say. She took a moment.
"As you say. What should I do next?"
"Nothing. I’m in charge here."
I pushed her on the bed, laying behind her and taking her into my arms until her slim, soft back touched my chest.
Rue smells like cherry—sweet—and it’s turning me on again. I cupped her breast. Her mouth opened, and her shoulders became tapered at my touch.
"Have you ever masturbated before?"
"...I have."
Ah, I was wrong, but I’m going to give her the best orgasm she has had. Because I have dated women who were close to a slut. I know what makes women all heat up and lewd.
Only a few, though. Let’s try it.
"Can you describe how you were doing it? Like this?"
Obviously, this is just teasing. I slipped my hand down to touch her pussy. Her legs spread subconsciously but then reverted back, pressing my hand between her thighs.