Chapter 847
Chapter 847
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 847
Chapter Title: The Roleplay Script (2)
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Relationships between the associate professor and the janitor.
Master and exclusive slave.
Guardian and ward.
Through all sorts of relationships with Amelia, I'd learned a great deal about her, but there were facts I'd only discovered after we became lovers.
For instance...
Amelia had a bit of an eccentric side to her.
She was more diligent and hardworking than anyone, but sometimes her approach just veered off course.
This script was a perfect example.
"...So the janitor renders the arrogant associate professor helpless and ravages her."
"Yes, that's right."
"Hmm."
It didn't seem all that different from our usual play, aside from the word 'ravages.'
Siu asked carefully, not wanting to dampen Amelia's spirits.
"Isn't this what we always do...?"
"It's different."
Amelia replied with such confident conviction that Siu scanned the whole thing.
The roleplay script itself wasn't as overly detailed as he'd feared.
Unlike times when they ad-libbed positions, acts, and lines on the fly to fit the scene, this just provided loose guidelines.
That was a relief.
If it had included fixed dialogue, it would've turned into an awkwardly suffocating mess.
- The associate professor orders the janitor to attend her at night.
- But it's a deception; she actually just wanted to torment him.
- The janitor has slipped her a potion that disables her magic.
- Unaware, the associate professor scolds the janitor as if he's trying to poison her (30 minutes).
- The potion takes effect, and the professor falls into the janitor's trap, becoming completely helpless.
- The janitor, who always leered at her with lustful eyes, ravages the resisting professor to his heart's content (unlimited time).
☆Very Important☆
Don't stop no matter how much she resists until the safe word 'acorn' is spoken.
Don't be startled if she cries.
Siu being rough would be great.
"......"
Another key insight into understanding Amelia: she secretly enjoyed power-reversal play.
At first, he'd thought she was just going along with what he liked, but her reactions were always better than usual.
But a rough ravaging roleplay...?
Of course, Siu didn't hate beastly, conquering sex either.
Still, for their first time together after a long reunion, wouldn't it be nice to bask in a fluffy, sticky lovemaking session?
The moment they reached the top-floor lodging of the Merigold Perfumery, Amelia hurried over to Siu.
"Siu, first, take a deep whiff of my scent."
"Huh? Amelia, that might be a bit dangerous."
No matter what, Siu always tried to moderate things with Amelia.
She might look tough, but her heart was soft, and she was clumsy in many ways.
If he went full throttle right away, their Amelia would end up looking all sulky.
"It's fine. I'm fully prepared, Siu."
Amelia clenched her fist with a resolute tone that carried an air of determination.
"It's not that. There's a limit, you know? Like..."
"I can handle it!"
She even raised her volume, which was rare for her.
If she was this insistent, he'd have to go along and hold back as much as possible.
"Understood."
He did as instructed.
He buried his nose in Amelia's hair—which felt like a soft curtain despite her thin body hair—and breathed deeply.
Behind the floral fragrance that always made his heart race lurked a white musk that subdued any divisive animal notes.
It was a scent he'd never noticed before.
"Smells a bit different."
"I sprayed on a perfume that amplifies your honest desires."
And sure enough, his heart was pounding harder than usual.
It felt like primal urges were surging up.
This is really dangerous, isn't it? The worry bubbled up.
"Just wait a moment."
Amelia stepped away briefly and returned after changing clothes.
"......"
Siu couldn't speak for a moment.
The outfit Amelia had returned in was utterly beyond his imagination.
A luxurious white silk blouse with a subtle sheen.
An H-line skirt that hugged her hips and covered half her thighs, paired with high heels.
Even a neat chignon hairstyle to match.
It was straight out of the modern world's office fashion.
As expected, clothes looked best on a proper hanger, and Amelia pulled off modern attire perfectly.
But her office look wasn't just visually striking.
Amelia's beauty, intellect, and icy gaze embodied the aesthetic ideal of office wear.
Minimal exposure.
An outfit that emphasized crisp, intellectual allure over sensuality.
These two elements paradoxically sparked the thought: What would this woman be like in bed?
"What are you peeking at?"
A voice as cold as ice shattered his reverie.
Whether she'd immersed herself fully for the role, Amelia's tone and expression had completely changed.
She was like a sculpture carved from ice.
Another point on understanding Amelia.
She was an incredible actress.
Top-tier performers were said to immerse not just themselves but even their co-stars in the scene, drawing in everyone around them with the atmosphere.
"My apologies."
Siu bowed his head hastily.
Partly to play along, but the pull was too strong.
He felt like he wouldn't last three minutes, let alone thirty, before pouncing on Amelia.
"Take off your underwear too."
"Yes."
His cock sprang free, already fully erect the moment he stripped.
"Hmph."
A scornful, chilly snort laced with contempt.
Amelia sidled up close and teasingly smacked her lips.
"Men are all the same."
"......"
"Did you really come to my room expecting something?"
"No."
"And yet you look so eagerly expectant."
Amelia's cool fingertips tapped the tip of his glans.
"You thought a slave like you could truly share my bed? Even touching that filthy thing feels unclean."
Siu had a rough idea of Amelia's concept for today.
Far spicier than the real Associate Professor Amelia, she clearly wanted a proper schooling on a day like this.
Maximizing the day-night gap to stoke his conquering lust to the brink.
-Thud!
Amelia shoved Siu onto the bed.
She slipped off her heel and extended her foot over his pathetic, sprawled form.
A glimpse of mature panties peeked through the hiked-up skirt slit.
"Lick."
"Pardon?"
"If you lick diligently, I might rub it with my foot. More than a slave like you deserves."
"......"
Her acting was still top-class leading-lady level, even on second glance.
She perfectly captured the thrill of watching a man pitifully succumb to desire.
And that cold, disdainful gaze—where had her usual affectionate look gone?—was exquisite.
Siu swallowed hard.
Foot fetish was one of the few kinks he truly didn't get.
But with his lust pushed to the limit, Amelia's small, pretty bare foot ignited a savage impulse.
Her soft-looking sole might feel pretty good, right?
Still, he had his pride.
His swelling male conquering urge flatly refused to lick her foot.
"I can't."
"Still clinging to your pride, huh?"
Amelia's eyebrow arched in displeasure.
"That defiant look on your face. Fine, this gracious lady will show some mercy."
The tip of her foot gently pressed his raging erection.
His craving shaft shamelessly throbbed, welcoming her touch.
-Rub... rub...
Amelia toyed with her foot just enough while mockingly running her mouth.
"How's that? Still got the strength to act proud when you're twitching like this?"
Infuriating, yet so good it bordered on self-loathing.
Every inch of her body was impossibly soft, like being pampered by nobility down to her toes.
-Stroke... stroke...
"Pathetic. If you're that mad, why not risk your life and try pouncing?"
"......"
"As expected, you can't. Coward like you."
"......"
"Not that you'd stand a chance against me even without magic."
Even his awareness that this was roleplay was fading.
All that remained was the burning urge to put this haughty Amelia in her place.
It was all unfolding exactly as she'd planned.
"You didn't even behave properly, yet you got this reward. Time for fitting punishment."
Amelia slipped her heel back on with a sly grin.
"Acting all indignant in front of me, but alone, you'll jerk off remembering tonight, right?"
"No."
A rough edge was creeping into Siu's voice by now.
"Liar. I have no intention of playing in your vulgar fantasies. So I'll cast a sensory block on your cock."
"......"
"Want it lifted? Practice licking feet."
-Snap!
Amelia flicked her fingers.
And...
Nothing happened.
"Huh...?"
In truth, Amelia had drunk her own potion, sealing off all magical abilities.
No autonomous defense, not even simple telekinesis—she was completely defenseless.
Another perfect setup for the ultimate roleplay.
"Wh-what? Why?"
Amelia flicked her fingers repeatedly in shock as nothing happened.
Siu rose with a triumphant smile.
His smile no longer looked like acting.
Naturally.
Amelia had laid another trap for this event.
The perfume that unleashed Siu's restrained beastliness out of consideration for her.
The 'Perfume of Overimmersion.'
It maximized emotional range, enabling far deeper immersion than usual.
Combined with Siu's innate lust flaring from her scent and the emotional buildup from the act, it created a hypnosis-like effect.
"Wh-what did you do to me?"
And Amelia was no exception.
Exposed to the perfume without defenses, her response—bolstered by her stellar acting—pursued ultimate realism.
This was the pinnacle of immersive roleplay.
Method roleplay.
"G-get out! I'll call for help... Kyaa!"
Siu strode forward naked and roughly hurled Amelia onto the bed.
She literally flew, sprawling atop the mattress.
"Even without magic, that much is easy."
Amelia's trembling eyes were trapped in the shadow of their size difference.
"Try me."
Separate from his sleek muscles, Siu—owner of a transcendent physique honed to extremes—could triple-lift three tons.
An ultimate muscle monster who could layer six underarmors.