Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Amber's Surrender
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I gently lifted Amber's breasts.
A sharp voice escaped her lips, but I pretended not to hear.
"Do you like bread?"
"Y-Yes... I like it."
Amber didn't call out my actions either.
It felt like we'd made a promise.
"Ung..."
Lifting her breasts slightly, their weight and softness flowed into my hands.
I could also sense just how sensitive she was.
I hadn't even groped them properly yet, but her shoulders trembled, and her body twitched.
Occasionally, she gazed up at me with the most heartbreaking look.
I couldn't tell if her expression was begging me to stop or pleading for more.
Maybe it was both.
We settled on bread for a light dinner.
Considering what was coming next, eating lightly seemed best.
Even as we picked out the bread, my hands grew bolder.
I shook them gently, rubbed them slowly up and down.
With no resistance, I was now gripping her massive breasts outright.
They shifted shape under my rough touch.
Just like squeezing a soft water balloon.
"Haa, ahng..."
Amber sobbed, her body quaking.
Yet she casually browsed the delivery app, selecting bread for herself.
Probably grabbed whatever due to the stimulation.
"I... I've picked..."
Her voice dripped with stickiness.
Intentional or not, it was the kind of voice that drove men insane.
As expected from an adult streaming broadcaster. Amber had that something in her movements and voice that maddened men.
So even without her seducing me outright, my desire to please her naturally drew me to exploit her fetishes.
I wondered how Kang Min-hyuk had held back from this temptation.
In a way, it was impressive.
I flicked her nipple with my fingers while gripping her neck softly with my other hand.
"Hup... S-Scary..."
Despite her words, Amber's face wore the happiest expression I'd seen all night.
I added pressure to the hand around her neck.
Just enough to make breathing a struggle.
The reaction was instant.
"Hup... C-Can't... breathe..."
While I'd groped her breasts, she'd taken it passively before. Now she pressed them into my hand like she was begging.
I pinched her nipple between my fingers, just as she wanted.
Hard enough that others would cry pain.
But for a masochist like Amber, this would suffice.
"Ah, hurts... Ugh... Eut..."
Amber winced in pain, moaning from the sharp tingles.
So close her face nearly brushed mine, her moans and hot breaths whispered right into my ear.
It felt like the star of that lewd show, watched by hundreds or thousands, was broadcasting just for me.
Her eyes lost all focus from just breast play and choking.
The Amber clinging to composure was gone.
Only a slack-faced bitch in heat remained, moaning away.
Her whole body limp, legs splayed wide. Sweat beaded on her pale skin amid hot breaths, sparkling under the party room's soft lights.
During the teasing, her breasts had slipped free—pink nipples, even the mole inside. She didn't even think to cover them.
"Like it?"
"..."
Amber nodded with unfocused eyes.
Forced or not, she'd admitted to the man she enjoyed this.
Her warped fetish only fueled my excitement.
I was tempted to yank off her mask and kiss her senseless.
But not yet.
Someday, she'd remove it herself and confess who she was.
I unwrapped the arm around her shoulder and tugged down my pants.
My veiny, monstrous cock sprang out before Amber's face.
Her expression flooded with shock.
Yet she leaned toward it.
Her face intense, like she'd miss no tiny motion.
Even through the mask, her breath hit it. Her parted lips showed.
"...Suck."
"Th-the mask..."
"Just lift it a bit and suck. Can't see from above anyway."
"No..."
Her hesitation dragged on.
To suck cock, she'd have to shift the mask aside.
Risking her identity slipping.
To nudge her choice, I stepped closer.
Grabbed her hair, thrust forward.
The cock brushed her lips through the mask.
Amber squirmed her little lips, peppering kisses nonstop, desperate to serve even like this.
Finally, she carefully lifted the mask.
So cautiously, looking down, I wouldn't glimpse.
All I saw: her lips and tongue peeking from below.
Her saliva-slick tongue gleamed obscenely.
"Uum..."
Amber started sucking diligently on her own.
Kissing the glans with wet slurps, occasionally pecking the shaft and base.
Unprompted, she stroked it gently with both hands, like handling treasure.
"Pervert."
"Ung..."
My dirty talk made her service even more devoted.
Mouth agape, she swallowed the monstrous cock deep.
"Gheuk... Ahng... Too... big..."
Throat stuffed, barely breathing, but Amber didn't care.
"Uuk..."
"Oook... Chup..."
Her mouth and tight throat clung like an onahole to my entire length.
Soft lips, serpentine tongue, hot sticky interior—each stoked my urge to cum.
Amber, choking down my huge cock, gazed up with watery eyes.
Tears from the depth, yet she kept going.
She bobbed her head wildly instead, urging my release.
I wanted to blow right there, but this little mouth wasn't claiming my first load.
I lightly choked her neck and pulled out.
"Huaa..."
Amber slowly withdrew the rigidly erect cock from her mouth.
The perfect man's tool. Thick, firm, powerful.
Not just the cock.
Gazing at Sung Han choking her neck and looking down, chills raced up Amber's spine.
This was the ideal man she'd fantasized about daily.
She'd masturbated countless times picturing Kang Min-hyuk transformed like this.
The old Sung Han and this one were night and day.
Unthinkingly, she clutched his leg like a plea.
'So sturdy...'
"Your lips are pretty too."
With the mask lifted, her lips lay fully bare.
But she barely cared.
Already seen anyway. Hiding now felt pointless.
'Doesn't he recognize me?'
A twinge of disappointment hit.
He'd liked her, yet with the mask barely covering nose and cheeks, no recognition.
At once, another thought crept in.
'What if he does?'
Blackmail?
Forced daily service on this cock?
Maybe broadcasting her rape by him?
Terrifying imaginings, yet her lower belly sparked.
With the lips he'd praised, she kissed his balls in submission.
"Good girl."
The choking hand now stroked her hair.
Felt amazing.
Like Sung Han's cherished pet.
"You have a boyfriend, right?"
"Ung... Y-Yes..."
Sung Han's voice came gruff.
His mocking smile at her boyfriend oddly didn't annoy her.
Kang Min-hyuk's neglect had brought this on.
If he'd claimed her sooner—even a day earlier—no kissing this beast.
Meanwhile, Sung Han toyed with her breasts and nipples like playthings, rubbing and pinching.
"Since you've got a boyfriend, I'll rape you."
"..."
"Turn around quick. Lift that ass."
Ridiculous.
Why pose for her own violation?
She'd already sucked his cock by force.
"Hup... Stopp..."
Sung Han clamped her breasts viciously.
That merciless grip overwhelmed her. Neck seized, choking resumed.
Not halting, Sung Han devoured her lips.
"K-Kiss..."
She twisted away, but his massive hand pinned her neck. No escape.
So much already done, yet a kiss felt perilously intimate.
Lips locked, neck strangled.
Lips sealed in defiance, but choking forced them open for air.
His tongue slipped through the gap.
"Wa... Uuwut..."
Each savage swirl in her mouth blanked her mind.
Soon, only Sung Han's words filled her head.
Decision time.
Arms up, she gripped his shoulders, nudged back gently.
She had to rise.
For her future. For things with Kang Min-hyuk.
But she didn't.
She turned, hiked her ass high.
"D-Do it... Rape me..."