Chapter 78: Dominating the Market - 5
Chapter 78: Dominating the Market - 5
Without waiting for Iroha's answer, Jiha took Enril and walked into the bathroom.
Naturally, Jiha wasn't doing this without purpose.
Part of him wanted Enril, certainly, but this was also a ploy to feed Iroha false information.
'She'll think I'm a man who can't keep his head straight when a woman's involved... She'll misjudge me as someone she can manipulate through lust.'
If an opponent tries to scheme, you make them delude themselves.
If Iroha came to believe his weakness was carnal desire, that he was a womanizer, an opportunity to exploit that would eventually arise.
Waris had remarkably modern plumbing.
Unlike the shabby house itself, the bathroom was clean and well-appointed.
A marble tub big enough for three people sat there, with running water from a tap.
Whether it was Iroha's taste or not, white lily petals floated on the surface of the bathwater.
"Strip."
"......."
As Jiha said this while undressing himself, Enril reflexively started to undress before catching herself short.
"W-wait. This is a little..."
She'd been dazed and had simply followed where the man led, and now that she was thinking clearly, she was in someone else's bathroom.
Worse, they'd brazenly declared they were using it together right in front of the owner of the house.
Wanting to keep her relationship with Jiha a secret, Enril couldn't help but falter.
"Strip."
Even when Jiha repeated the command, Enril did not undress.
When Jiha turned around, Enril covered her body with her hands and took a timid step back.
"Not here, I can't..."
She seemed overcome by renewed shyness; even if she yielded her body to Jiha, Enril didn't want anyone else to know.
"Is that so?"
But Jiha had no intention of indulging Enril's circumstances.
There was the angle of feeding Iroha false information, and her resistance only poured fuel on Jiha's desire.
It was also a good chance to rein in Enril's preoccupation with the relationship between Leticia and Jiha.
Jiha strode forward, and Enril flinched, shrinking further into herself.
The wish not to anger Jiha warred with her judgment that this place was off-limits.
Already naked, Jiha advanced with his aroused manhood leading the way.
"Then cool it down."
"...Huh?"
"Satisfy me. Do that, and I'll let it go and we'll leave."
With trembling eyes, Enril looked down at his member, dark veins bulging along its length.
He meant that thing had to settle down for him to give up and walk out; the quicker Enril finished, the sooner they could leave.
"You left things half-finished last time."
"......."
Realizing Jiha had already resolved himself and that she could refuse no further, Enril reached out with a shaking hand and took hold of Jiha's manhood.
"...It's hot."
The observation slipped out unbidden as Enril grasped Jiha's member in one hand and began moving cautiously.
It wasn't the first time she'd touched it with her hand, but every time it squirmed, the sensation was exactly like gripping a thick snake.
Unsure how to handle it, Enril was only moving her hand gently when Jiha tilted his head to kiss her.
"...I said no."
Even as she turned her head away, Enril kept the hand holding Jiha's manhood bobbing up and down.
The hand that had been moving slowly began to pick up a little speed, as if finding its rhythm.
Schlick, schlick. Slick.
Enril's hands were callused from fighting, but that, paradoxically, made the sensation exquisitely pleasant.
As her small, soft hands worked him over, the rough little bumps added a strange extra stimulation.
.......
Enril's face was flushed red as she stroked the manhood.
Not long ago, she had known nothing of men. Now, led by a man's hand into someone else's bathroom, she was laboring to bring his member to satisfaction—a sight she herself could scarcely believe.
When Jiha reached out and kneaded her breasts again through her clothing, Enril's eyes flicked open slightly to look at him.
Unlike when he'd tried to kiss her, she didn't refuse; she let Jiha do as he pleased.
As Jiha's hand tore open the buttons of her front closure and slipped inside, Enril twisted her upper body slightly, but the hand stimulating his manhood never stopped.
"...It's hard."
Enril made the dazed remark while squeezing and stroking the length.
It felt good, but with only one technique and a steady pace, his arousal built slowly.
Jiha lowered his head and kissed Enril's cheek.
"Nn..."
As Enril squirmed, ticklish, Jiha slid his lips downward.
He traced along her jaw and licked down the nape of her neck. Enril gave a tiny shake of her head.
"Don't..."
Her words said no, but her body didn't pull away.
Jiha fully opened the front of Enril's clothes and squeezed her naked breast directly.
Enril watched him knead her roughly with unfocused eyes.
When Jiha's hand grasped her brown breast, the already-erect nipple peeked out through the gaps between his fingers.
"Ah, nn..."
As Jiha kneaded her chest and took the nipple into his mouth, Enril threw her head back and let out a faint cry.
Even so, she kept diligently stroking Jiha's manhood.
Pre-ejaculate beaded at the tip of the manhood she was caressing while being caressed herself, clinging to the clumsily moving palm of the woman's hand.
The sticky palm sliding back and forth along the shaft intensified the pleasure.
Jiha furrowed his brow, rolling and sucking the nipple that jutted out between his gripping fingers with his tongue.
"Nn, nnn..."
Enril trembled, yet continued to work Jiha's manhood.
The hand that had only been moving back and forth now began to move up and down as well.
"Unh..."
A reflexive groan escaped Jiha at the altered rhythm.
Enril didn't miss it and began weaving the up-and-down motion into her back-and-forth strokes.
The shaft, moved back and forth and up and down in her hand, grew hot.
Swallowing his moans, Jiha reached his hand toward Enril's lower half.
"Ah, not there..."
Enril tried to pull away, but Jiha ignored her and pushed his hand inside her clothes.
Originally, Enril's casual wear and combat attire were both quite revealing; slipping a hand inside let him touch the cleft directly.
"Nn..."
Inside, she was already slick and wet.
As the man's fingers rubbed against the entrance of the cleft, tracing slow circles, the woman panted sweetly and kept shaking his manhood.
"Haa... Nn. Nnn..."
"Fuuu..."
The faces of the man and woman, each pleasuring the other's sex with their hands, drew closer together.
When Jiha tried to kiss her again, Enril, as if suddenly coming to her senses, attempted to gently turn her head away.
But in that instant, Jiha pushed his fingers into the now-soaked cleft, and the pleasure surging from below made Enril's body tremble and stop.
Seizing the opening, Jiha kissed her and immediately thrust his tongue inside.
Once their lips met, Enril seemed to give up as well, opening her mouth and responding with her own tongue.
"Nnn. Nnn-ahhh."
A squelching sound accompanied Jiha's fingers entering and withdrawing from the cleft, and Enril let out a pained moan.
As if refusing to be outdone, she shook the manhood faster and harder.
Honey leaking from deep within clung stickily to the man's plunging fingers.
"Haa. Ha, haaah..."
As Jiha's fingers quickened, Enril could endure no longer and went rigid, her body trembling finely.
The hand stroking his manhood stopped; she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back the moans threatening to spill out, but the more she tried, the more Jiha's fingers tormented her relentlessly.
"Nn, stop... no more."
She shook her head in refusal, trying to pull away, but she made no move to extract the fingers digging inside her.
Like a fish hooked on a line, the female body impaled on Jiha's fingers could only flounder helplessly.
The hand that had ceased stroking his manhood braced against the wall behind her; the pitiful sight of her struggling to stifle her rising moans fanned the flames of his lust.
When Jiha kissed her again, she clung to him with both arms and writhed without restraint.
Wanting to excite her more, wanting to torment her, his fingers moved deeper and faster; Enril's expression softened beyond measure.
"Hngk, hnght. Haaht. Hnnngh!"
Enril seemed to rise onto her tiptoes, then her body shuddered violently.
She stared at the ceiling, quivering—convulsing from the tips of her toes to the point of her chin—but Jiha did not stop; he kept his fingers moving.
"Ah, no. No. Hnng... S-stop, please. I'm scared... No."
Even as she floundered in the throes of climax, Jiha pressed on without mercy, and Enril grew frightened.
Forgetting she had to stay quiet, forgetting she was entangled obscenely with a man in the bathroom of someone she barely knew, she thrashed within the pleasure Jiha gave her.
"Ha, haht. Nnn... Hnnht."
Honey flowing from the utterly undone cleft ran down her brown thighs and dripped onto the wooden floor.
Still, the fingers did not stop. Enril clutched Jiha's shoulders and shook her head.
"Hnht, haaah. Hahk. Hoo... Hnnn."
Her voice, a mix of pleasure and sobs, rose again as Enril went up on her tiptoes, completely burying her face against Jiha's chest.
Unsure she could stand on her own, she clung to him for support.
Strength drained from her body; her lifted hips tried to pull back to escape his fingers, but Jiha never ceased plunging deep and pulling out.
He pushed into her even faster instead.
"Ha. Ah. Hahk. Haaht... Kkuuht."
Enril's body, which had been moaning like an animal in distress, went stiff as a block of wood.
The inner walls clamped down tight on the deeply burrowing fingers as if to break them, making it impossible to pull free.
"Aah. Haaahk..."
With her head buried against Jiha's chest, Enril released a deflating sigh and trembled weakly.
Her mouth hung open, unable to close, and she couldn't even breathe as she screamed a silent scream beneath the waves of pleasure surging through her body over and over.
She had climaxed completely.
Her calves spasmed intermittently, and her lower back quivered. When Jiha ran a finger down her smooth back, Enril started in alarm.
"Hihk, hnht. Haa..."
The successive climaxes had left her body utterly sensitive, unable to endure even the lightest touch.
As Jiha took his time withdrawing his fingers from the tightly clenched cleft, all the strength seemed to drain from Enril's body, and she slid limply downward.
Lacking even the strength to stand on her own, she was about to collapse when Jiha seized her arm and held her up.
"Haa. Haa..."
Her cheeks, damp with a faint trace of escaping tears, and her listless, unfocused blue eyes gave Jiha a feeling of deep satisfaction.
When Jiha wiped her tears away with his hand, Enril finally managed to catch her ragged breath. Her body was so limp and drained that she couldn't move a single finger.
"I'm not done yet."
.......
But Jiha's manhood was still bobbing eagerly.
Enril looked at it with exhausted eyes, then shook her head. She was so drained she couldn't even move her fingers.
"I'm too tired..."
Enril, who would never normally voice such weakness, had no choice but to plead now.
The repeated climaxes had turned her mind white and left not a shred of strength in her body; she had no confidence she could reciprocate for the man at all.
The pitiful plea only excited him further, however.
Jiha turned Enril, who was swaying as if about to collapse, forcibly around by strength alone and made her brace her hands against the wall.
With her hands barely able to support her weight against the wall and her rear presented, Enril let out a frail sigh.
"...Do you really have to?"
So utterly drained she felt she might collapse at any moment, Enril couldn't help but plead.
She couldn't properly control her own body, and the thought that the sensations that had just made her cling so mindlessly and come undone might return again unsettled her badly.
Jiha pressed down firmly with one hand on the hips still trembling with the lingering aftershocks of climax.
He could feel through his palm how feverishly hot Enril's thoroughly aroused body had become.
Telling him to stop now was absurd.
When Jiha took hold of his member and pressed forward, Enril's eyelashes fluttered.
"Haa..."
The steel-hard length parted the sticky, yielding flesh and drove in deep.