Chapter 84
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Violet's Surrender
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"Hah... haah..."
"Hoo..."
Locked in each other's embrace, we breathed heavily into one another's faces.
The room was filled only with those sounds.
Ragged breaths, the creaking of the bed, the slap of skin against skin, and the lewd, wet squelches of sweat and fluids.
In the midst of mindlessly devouring each other's bodies, Violet had uttered just three words.
Stop. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming.
Even those came out slurred, her tongue lolling loose and her voice hazy.
"Haah... ah, cumming... cummiiing..."
Just like now.
As I thrust deep from behind, piercing her womb, Violet climaxed once more, her body going limp and collapsing into the sheets.
The confident smirk she'd worn—claiming she might not react the way I wanted—was long gone.
The sheets and pillows bore multiple bite marks from her teeth.
Whenever the waves of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, she'd bite down on the bedding to stifle her moans.
Yet even then, a light movement from me or a sharp slap to her ass would draw out that oook wail, like a bitch in heat.
I'd been handling her a bit roughly, assuming Bella was watching, and it seemed to hit just right for Violet too.
Violet's Fetish: Rough Man, Domination, Massive Cock
Violet's fetish had completely transformed.
I smacked her huge ass a bit harder with my palm, and she let out a sharp, feral moan in response.
My handprint stood out even more vividly than her tattoo.
Her slender frame didn't match those oversized ass and tits.
If my hands weren't so large, her breasts would have overflowed them as I gripped them tight.
"N-no more..."
Even as she sweetly begged me to stop, it only stoked the fire in any man.
I lightly nipped at the tattoo on her lower back with my teeth.
In response, Violet arched her back dramatically.
"How'd you even get a tattoo if you're this sensitive?"
"I didn't know... it feels weird..."
Just as she left bite marks on the sheets, I marked her body lightly with my teeth.
A corner of my mind's conquest lust was being thoroughly satisfied.
And yet, I glanced up at the ceiling.
Toward the spot where a camera might be hidden.
She's watching, right?
That was why I'd tried this—Bella rarely left the hotel.
If she wasn't watching, I'd be the one in trouble.
'...Should I push Bella's fetish a bit more?'
Violet was performing beautifully even now, but it still felt like it wasn't quite enough to fully hook Bella.
Bella's fetish centered on submission, especially the word "Master" and the dynamic of ownership.
Her fetish list even explicitly mentioned wanting to be dominated.
Essentially,
She had a slave fetish.
I didn't know why.
Well, fetishes were mostly inexplicable anyway.
I'd even seen a guy on the street whose fetish was cars.
Anyway.
"From now on, call me Master."
"..."
It was a pretty pervy suggestion.
But with "Domination" already in her fetish, Violet didn't resist.
Instead, she blushed faintly, nodded, and slowly enunciated each syllable.
"Y-yes... M-Master..."
"..."
This time, I was the one at a loss for words.
I could see why Bella obsessed over that term.
Normally, it might've felt cringey or overly dramatic.
But hearing it from Violet—who usually lorded over villains, doling out commissions and ruling the black market like a queen—
Shivering beneath me, soaked in lust, her voice dripping with desire as she called me Master... it stirred something filthy deep inside me.
Could I indulge all my desires with her?
Could I handle her even rougher?
Because I owned this slutty woman.
"Not enough yet?"
I teased, tapping my cock against her drooling pussy lips.
"Ah, ahn... tapping with your cock... ahn..."
After back-to-back orgasms, Violet's body was hypersensitive.
Even this light patting had her hips bucking, squirting fluids everywhere.
Looking down at her like that made my dick harden right back up.
It twitched, growing hotter and thicker, ready to impale her entrance.
"Master... not now... I can't stop cumming..."
So that's why she'd been trembling nonstop.
Violet pushed at me pleadingly, but it only turned me on more.
This suited her better than pretending to be aloof.
Looking up at a man, begging forgiveness in polite speech—it scratched that primal itch perfectly.
It suited her, honestly.
"Fuck, you're so hot like this."
"Ahng..."
Whether thrilled by my words or just the timing, her hips spasmed into another climax.
I grabbed her arched waist and shoved my cock straight in.
"Oook... your cock... it's coomiiing in..."
Violet threw her head back with a lewd cry.
Her body was so flexible.
The thought kept crossing my mind as we fucked.
This body was too good to only have once.
So I decided on a mischievous proposal.
Grabbing her hair, I whispered,
"Come when I call you from now on."
"B-but you said just this once..."
"Don't wanna?"
"Saying that while your cock... stabs so deeeep—"
Each rough thrust shook her eyes wildly.
She tried shaking her head no, but when my cock knocked on her baby room, a dumb smile spread across her face.
Slap!
The lewd smack of flesh echoed louder.
I twisted her areola between my fingers with my free hand, drawing a ragged gasp from her lips.
And I even channeled a bit of internal energy to piston my hips faster.
"Yes, I'll come♥ I'll do it, so♥ Oook♥ I'm dyiiing, Masteeer..."
It was her most explosive orgasm yet.
A vulgar wail unfit for this luxury hotel.
Loud enough to reach the floors above, even without CCTV.
I unleashed my churning load deep inside Violet too.
"Ooh... oook... ngh..."
Unable to withstand the pleasure, Violet's tongue lolled out.
I chuckled at the sight.
Slowly rising from the bed, I grabbed a drink from the fridge and chugged it.
All that was left was to meet Bella tomorrow and check her reaction.
No clue if this would work.
If not, I'd cut my losses cleanly.
But my gut told me it would.
I gazed at the ceiling with a faint smile.
The next morning, early.
I knocked on Bella's door.
Not without reason—today was the executive meeting, scheduled since Brody's departure.
Click.
I tried the handle, but unlike usual, the door was firmly locked.
Bella, who never bothered with locks.
"She watched?"
I muttered softly.
Light footsteps pattered closer from inside, and the door opened.
Bella appeared, dressed in something thin.
She'd opened it herself.
"Oh, uh..."
"Meeting today, right?"
"Y-yeah, come in..."
Fidgeting awkwardly, Bella stepped aside.
I brushed past and sank into the sofa.
Her reaction was off from the norm.
Face flushed, the usual venom gone.
A bit more polite, maybe.
"Make yourself comfortable..."
"Sure."
She looked like she had something to say.
Bella threw on another layer and sat in the middle of the sofa.
I lounged and eyed the TV.
The Post-it was gone, so she'd probably checked it.
Bella sat beside me, stealing glances while awkwardly staring at her phone.
But if I peeked, the screen wasn't even on—just the wallpaper.
Minutes after I arrived, Alex—the last for the meeting—showed up.
He stared at me curiously right away.
"What? You beat me here?"
Not surprising—he'd expect that.
I was in the same hotel, after all.
I flashed Alex a light smile.
He smirked back and took a spot on the other end of the sofa.
Bella in the middle, me and Alex on either side.
The meeting was routine.
Recap of absorbed or eliminated groups, plans to keep pushing, and assigning me and Alex to hit one of the stubborn villain holdouts.
We nodded and accepted.
Then I eyed Bella's profile, appraising her fetish.
Bella's Fetish: ...Voyeurism ADDED
I had to stifle a laugh that nearly escaped.
Seeing "Voyeurism" added to Bella's fetish confirmed it.
This was working.
Virtually overnight, no less.
At this rate, in about a week, she'd spread her legs for me herself.
Though her pride might make her hold out longer.
Tonight, I'd call Minji or Choi Ga-eun.
With her new voyeur fetish, she'd flip on the TV to peek at my sessions with them.
'How long can she last, I wonder.'
I pictured Bella throwing herself at me in the near future.
Pure imagination for now—but in just days, it might become reality.