Chapter 92
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Zian's Submission
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"Haah...♥ Stop... please..."
A plaintive voice echoed through the room.
Zian twisted her body in a futile attempt to resist our touches, but Hanna and I easily blocked every effort.
I caressed her body while Hanna held her gaze from the front.
It had to be frustrating for Zian, but we were a couple more confident in this arena than any other.
In just a few minutes, we pinpointed her erogenous zones, teasing around them with featherlight strokes to torment her—until her resistance flared up, at which point we gripped those spots firmly.
Zian's sensitive areas were no different from any ordinary woman's.
Breasts and ass.
Once we seized those two, Zian couldn't hold back the pleasure. Her body shuddered violently as she shook her head.
"Ahh... Gah..♥"
How many times had she climaxed from foreplay alone?
I'd counted up to three, but then she started having these light orgasms, and I stopped keeping track.
One thing was clear: Zian's body was exceptionally sensitive—almost unnaturally so.
She seemed completely unaware of it herself, with no prior experience of being touched by anyone else.
Zian began parting her lips slightly, exhaling breaths thick with moisture.
"Hng... It feels so weird..."
That was my cue. My hands grew even bolder.
"Eut♥"
Before, I'd matched Hanna's soft caresses in speed and pressure so seamlessly that Zian couldn't tell them apart. Now, though, I stroked her body with my usual forceful, rough intensity.
Realizing it was my hands, Zian writhed in resistance—but every time, Hanna whispered sweetly in her ear.
"It's okay... you're fine."
Her voice was as gentle as soothing a frightened puppy, stroking Zian's nape along with it. The moment Zian fidgeted restlessly, I took over the caresses.
My touches escalated swiftly, my nails soon scraping across her two erogenous zones: her breasts.
Zian flinched at first, shrinking back as if tickled by my small nails.
But as the pleasure built, she pitifully thrust her chest forward, silently begging for harder scratches.
Her already massive breasts jutted out aggressively, their imposing form gleaming majestically in the hotel room's soft light.
I savored the sight with satisfaction before pinching them hard, just as she'd wished.
Precisely to the limit she could endure.
A pinch strong enough to register as pure pleasure, not pain.
The delicate control worked wonders. She bit her lip to stifle her moans.
"Eueut...♥"
Unable to hold back completely, her moans leaked through. I massaged her body again, slowly pressing with my palms.
Tension melted from her frame as she gradually surrendered to my touch.
"Aah...♥"
Now fully honest with her pleasure, tiny moans slipped from Zian's lips.
Her hazy gaze lingered on Hanna, oblivious still to the truth.
Hanna's hands were fading away; she offered only encouraging words from the front now.
The one fondling her entire body—obsessively teasing her nipples all the while—was me.
Hanna had slowly withdrawn, handing Zian over to me completely.
Zian no longer even glanced at Hanna.
Her eyes glazed half-open, she moaned like a doll responding only to my hands.
Suddenly, I wanted to show her this version of herself.
I wrapped both arms around her waist and gently lifted her up.
Fully tamed by my touch now, Zian accepted it without a hint of doubt.
I guided her to the full-length mirror right in front of the bed.
Zian stared at her reflection through clouded eyes, which gradually widened in shock.
"...Huh?"
Focus snapped back into her dazed gaze. Only then did she thrash to escape my embrace—but with her slender strength, it was hopeless.
Even so, she couldn't tear her eyes from the mirror, staring in disbelief at herself cradled in my arms.
And that's when I began tormenting her breasts obsessively, still holding her tight.
I gripped her two heavy, sagging tits firmly.
Even squeezed hard like that, after reveling in my earlier touches, the pain twisted into pleasure for Zian.
Proof came as her clenched teeth parted, a long tongue slyly slipping out between them.
"Euhng...♥"
Her body slackened slyly, legs spreading wide. My hand slipped naturally between her thighs.
"Not... there..."
Even then, her feeble hands couldn't stop my arm.
I circled her clit slowly, stimulating it.
Her legs quivered and buckled, so I steadied her body.
As I did, I rubbed her pussy entrance lightly with my fingers. Her whole body went limp, hips bucking wildly as she climaxed.
"Ga♥ Gah♥"
Ignoring the vulgar slut-face staring back from the mirror, Zian let out raw moans like a bitch in heat.
A quick check now revealed a crack in what I'd thought was Zian's unbreakable fetish wall.
Fetish: Women, Model, Foreplay
No wonder she'd come so easily.
Foreplay had slipped into her fetish lineup.
A trickle of clear juice leaked from below her pussy.
Shamefaced, Zian turned to me with pleading eyes.
"Do whatever you want... just no more mirror..."
She must have been mortified at being pleasured in front of it, saying this while looking right at me.
I obliged, laying her back on the bed.
She lay there obediently, hands clasped neatly—not looking at Hanna, but at me.
She did sneak occasional glances at Hanna, but for entirely different reasons now.
Suddenly, Zian voiced something sensible.
"You're really gonna do it?... With your girlfriend right there...?"
Girlfriend right there.
Hanna beamed warmly at us upon hearing herself mentioned.
No permission needed.
Instead of words, I tapped Zian's sopping pussy with my fully engorged cock.
Each thwack made her lewd, dripping slit even more shameful. Slowly, Zian spread her legs.
"...Do... whatever..."
"Good."
Those were the words I'd been waiting for. I seized her waist with both hands.
Sensing the moment, Zian swallowed hard.
Then whispered softly.
"G-Gently... please..."
Of course, I ignored the plea.
I rubbed my glans against her pussy lips before easing just the tip inside.
"Hueuk...♥"
A guttural moan tore from Zian's throat.
My cock mercilessly stretched her tight channel, plunging deeper and deeper.
Her eyes rolled back as she writhed her hips with a deflating hiss.
Every twitch rippled straight through my shaft.
"It's... too big..."
When my cock filled her completely and nudged her womb, Zian slapped her palms over her tiny face.
Her flushed ears and cheeks peeked out defiantly from the sides.
Her stiff nipples and feverish skin burned red-hot, as if they'd scorch my touch.
She claimed to hate men, yet her body was a lewd masterpiece—precisely the kind every guy craves.
And her sensitivity? Off the charts. The slightest brush from me made her jolt like she'd been shocked.
Her flushed form caught my eye.
I leaned down slowly to taste her heated skin.
From her subtly defined abs, tracing upward to those heavy, swaying breasts.
Slowly. Every inch, every curve.
My cool tongue gliding over her scorching body must have felt divine—Zian cradled my head tenderly in both hands.
"Hng♥..."
Still embraced, I lapped at her breasts.
My hips never faltered.
Squelch squelch.
My cock pistoned in and out of Zian's pussy, churning sticky sounds. She gazed up at me with ever more desperate eyes.
Then, suddenly grabbing my face in both hands, she murmured.
"...I get it now... why Hanna fell for you..."
Totally out of left field.
Saying it with her face beet-red made her look drunk.
Well, her expression was hazier than any drunk's right now.
The man-hater was gone. In her place, a lust-conquered female stared back at me.
No matter how she played it, Zian was just another bitch in the end.
One who came her brains out from a good pussy-pounding.
"...Gonna cum soon."
"Not... right now..."
Zian was already fluttering through light orgasms from my cock kneading her walls, panic flashing across her face—but I was past holding back too.
Spurt...!
Throbbing pulsed through me as I bucked my hips, blasting semen deep inside.
"Aaaah♥"
Zian wailed incoherently, head thrown back. Like a broken doll, her body went limp as she gasped raggedly.
She looked done—utterly spent.
I panted heavily too, basking in that familiar post-nut haze.
"How was it?"
"...Good."
Hanna asked from the side. I answered straight.
Her face and body were flushed crimson—had she been masturbating the whole time? A lewd scent clung to her.
"It was good for me too."
"..."
I couldn't help worrying if Hanna had picked up some weird new kink.