Chapter 109
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Method Acting (5)
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‘If she's an acquaintance... then Lena has no choice but to obediently go along with my actions to keep from being exposed to that man.’
I didn't miss this opportunity.
The hand gripping Lena's hair—her face buried in my crotch—tightened.
And slowly. Very slowly, the thing inside my pants began to swell, making its presence known.
I nudged Lena's head slightly to the side and unzipped.
My raging erection sprang free, revealing its menacing form under the dim lounge lights.
"Hoo..."
Lena's eyes filled with shock. She flinched and swallowed hard at the monstrous cock thrust right in front of her face.
I said nothing.
I just gestured urgently toward it.
She understood the silent command perfectly. Her gaze flicked to Dwight, then back to me, filled with despair.
"Ha, fuck..."
She muttered under her breath and sniffed at it. Her face was twisted in contempt and disgust, as if she had no desire to do this at all—but she had no choice.
Very slowly, like she was licking something venomous, her red tongue emerged.
*Lick.*
She gave the tip of my glans a tentative flick, then recoiled with a jerk before leaning in again to carefully trace the veins along the shaft. That faint tremble transmitted from my groin throughout my entire body.
I paraded her around like a slave I'd tamed over years of training, casually addressing Dwight.
"Well, it's a bit too vulgar for my taste... I know people love that kind of trashy stuff, but it does give me pause."
As I spoke, I gently stroked Lena's head while she desperately lapped at my crotch.
Thanks to the sweet pleasure essence mixed in with my precum, her resistance began to wane. Her tongue, once laced with revulsion, grew more eager.
"Vulgar? Come on, Kang Ihyeon! This is art. Alchemy that extracts wealth! Just imagine—a doll identical to a real celebrity for one night. Who among Tartaros's elite wouldn't throw money at it?"
"Well, sure..."
I'd never once thought about sharing this with anyone.
"That's something worth considering."
I deliberately dragged out my response to string him along. Dwight grew even more frantic at my attitude. The desire to close the deal right here was plain on his face.
Using him as an excuse, I pushed Lena deeper into the mire.
My hand stroking her head had now firmly gripped the back of her skull.
"Your proposal is intriguing, Dwight, but my ability still has clear limitations."
"Limitations? With dolls this perfect?!"
"Dolls can sometimes spiral out of control. They might refuse their master's commands or even go berserk."
Dwight's eyes twitched at my words. A fatal flaw in his business plan—it was a natural reaction.
"I-is that so?"
"Yes. That's why you need a skilled maker like me to handle them. Regular maintenance to fix flaws and reinforce who their master is."
As I finished speaking, I crushed her head harder between my hand and my groin.
Silent pressure that licking alone wasn't enough.
"Urk...!"
Lena shook her head in resistance, but she couldn't escape my grip.
I clamped the back of her head firmly. Then, I forced her resisting lips apart with my cock.
Her eyes flew wide with shock and humiliation. She reflexively tried to block it, but aware of Dwight's gaze, she slowly parted her lips.
The warm, soft mucosa clamped down tight around me.
'Hoo, that's it...'
I gently held her jaw and guided her up and down. At first, she resisted stiffly, but as she swallowed my saliva laced with pleasure essence, she adapted. Her throat opened, swallowing about half of my thick shaft into that hot depth.
"Schlurp, slurp, slurp—!"
Saliva began pooling in her once-dry mouth.
As her rigid tongue softened and lost its strength, I seized the chance to bob her head gently.
Her mouth now accepted my movements, if passively.
"Good girl, just like that..."
Lena seemed like a total novice at this.
Her motions were clumsy and awkward.
But then, her tongue—pinned by the cock in her mouth—suddenly started moving on its own.
It tentatively licked the ridge of my glans, exploring the textured veins along the shaft.
A lewd dance as her pleasure-trained body instinctively sought more stimulation.
The humiliation in her eyes faded, replaced by a hazy fog of arousal.
"...I-I'm not usually like this."
"I know. But we can't get caught, right?"
"......"
Even she knew this wasn't her usual self, whispering to me in embarrassment.
I stroked her head again.
Good girl. Such a good girl.
You're doing great. Just keep going.
My whispers seemed to instill a strange confidence in her. She took me deeper, desperately trying to swallow to the hilt. Her effort brought me immense satisfaction.
But her novice technique caused twinges of pain along the shaft.
'Clones are always better at this...'
Recalling past experiences, I said,
"That special skill of yours. You can turn your mouth's mucosa into slime too, right? Swallow my whole cock like that."
Her body shuddered at my words. But she didn't resist.
Sticky, soft slime replaced her oral structure.
"Glurk...!"
She engulfed my cock from tip to root in one gulp, without hesitation.
The firm base plunged straight into her slender throat.
The slimy ooze wrapped my entire length without gaps, squeezing like a vacuum seal. The hot, wet, plush slime caressed every vein and ridge, delivering intense pleasure.
"Mmph, mmph...! Schlurp...!"
A heavy, hot mass surged from deep in my gut.
Her slime throat sucked in every sensation from my cock, amplifying it.
'But can I cum in front of everyone?'
...Whatever.
I'm not the only one playing with women here—the old geezer's getting blown out in the open.
I didn't hold back. I couldn't. I unleashed everything deep into her throat.
*Blub-blub-blub! Blubblubblub!*
My cock throbbed wildly, spewing thick ropes of pent-up semen. An absurd volume—far beyond normal—flooded her throat nonstop.
Her slender neck convulsed. The slime throat was far more flexible and elastic than any human's.
She gulped it all down with wet *glug-glug* sounds, not spilling a drop.
Only after squeezing out the last drop did I slowly withdraw from her mouth.
"Haa... Pwah."
I exhaled raggedly. My cock, glistening with slime and cum, stood proud and erect. Lena stared blankly, her lips smeared with thick white semen.
She was still savoring the aftertaste and texture of what she'd swallowed. *Gulp, gulp.* Her throat bobbed faintly, milking the remnants.
That's when I realized everyone here was staring at me—at my crotch. Even the old man getting serviced by his slave had paused to gawk.
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat awkwardly and wiped the cum from her lips with my finger, feigning composure as if this had all been part of the plan.
"As you can see, even a seemingly perfect ability has its limits. If my skill were truly flawless, I'd have been a top hunter from the start. A quick check on me will show—I'm an academy straggler, a dropout. Controlling and utilizing my dolls to this extent took blood, sweat, and endless training."
"I see. Talent alone doesn't conquer all. Admirable mindset, young man."
The old man nodded, but his eyes weren't on my face—they were fixed on my groin. My cock, still raging hard, looked ready to reach my navel.
His gaze brimmed with envy and awe.
"But I'm curious about something else... You taking some special virility supplement or what?"
"Pardon?"
"Heh heh. With that size and stamina, no ordinary elixir could match it."
"You sure know how to talk and act with me right here."
The woman in the duke-feather mask—who'd stayed silent till now—finally spoke. Her voice was cold and haughty, laced with undisguised contempt.
"Low-class or high-class, why are all men such vulgar creatures?"
The old man burst into hearty laughter at her sharp words. "Heh heh heh! And aren't you quite fond of such vulgar men yourself, Miss Alice?"
"Hmph. My Joseph is on a different level from the likes of you crude fools."
She leaned over and lightly kissed the cheek of her strikingly handsome male secretary, who stood like a shadow at her side. He accepted it impassively, without a flicker.
"Size alone doesn't make a man good. It's how elegantly and delicately he satisfies a woman that defines true worth."
"Heh, if you say so! Tastes differ, after all."
The old man brushed off her provocation with magnanimous laughter. She scanned the table with icy eyes and spoke again.
"Shall we get to the main point now? I didn't come to listen to crude men prattle about their dicks. I'm here for a serious trade."
Her frosty remark finally aired out the lounge's sticky, lewd atmosphere.