Hurry Up and Cum, Please
Wearing lingerie that could have passed for sleepwear or a dress designed purely to kill men, I stepped out of the changing room.
The chill crept in as my body heat drained away, and I couldn't help but find myself ridiculous — a body whose imperviousness to cold and heat had been shattered this thoroughly. If I still had my old body, would I have been overpowered by Vincent this helplessly?
Hearing voices stirring on the floor above, I realized the guest rooms were upstairs and quickened my pace toward Vincent. I needed something to throw over myself. If they saw me dressed like this, I'd become a fraud — the woman who claimed to cheer on their love for Vincent while being the one who seduced him first. Our first meeting had already been bad enough; if my reputation sank any lower in their eyes, they might stop treating me like a person at all. And if Vincent truly lost control and ravished me right in front of them...
I reached the door where I guessed Vincent would be and knocked to announce myself.
"Vincent."
His answer drifted out from inside.
"Adela, all washed up? Come on in."
"No, it's fine. Actually, about this outfit..."
"Outfit? Ah... it's a gift. Don't you like it?"
Afraid the others downstairs might hear, I hissed at him through gritted teeth.
"This thing is way too revealing!"
"What? Can't hear you."
Was he doing this on purpose? There was no way he couldn't hear me — it was absurd.
"I said this thing is way too revealing! Huh?"
The door suddenly swung open and I found myself face to face with Vincent.
"Ohh..."
He began drinking in my body with a slow, lingering gaze.
"S-stop looking!"
I tried to shield myself with my arms, but my clumsy attempt only seemed to stoke his lust further.
"You're the one who left this instead of a robe, aren't you?"
My flushed face felt like it would burst under his relentless stare.
"More devastating than I expected."
He covered his expression with a hand, leaving only his bloodshot eyes showing — somehow even more frightening.
"Are you out of your mind? We have guests right now, and you toss me something like this to wear?"
Despite my tirade, he seemed to be enjoying himself — the front of his pants swelling as if about to burst.
"You lunatic. Are you going to put that away or not?"
My mind went white. I felt like I was losing my grip. I could feel my own pupils trembling.
"Where's something to put on over it?"
"Try asking nicely — call me Seobang-nim."
Was he actually sane?
"You... are you serious right now?"
"If you won't, stay dressed like that in front of the others."
His sly smile proved he wasn't the one in a hurry — I was.
"No."
But the more he pushed, the more the part of me that refused to submit to him dug in.
When I refused, Vincent only raised the stakes.
"Seriously, you'd walk out there dressed like that? I mean, I wouldn't exactly mind if you went around declaring to everyone that you're my bitch-wife, but..."
"You rotten bastard...!!"
"Ah, I can't wait anymore. Jerk me off with your mouth, and ask while calling me Seobang-nim."
"What?!"
He was escalating, step by step. If I hesitated any longer, I couldn't even imagine what he'd make me do next.
Watching me struggle for words, Vincent undid the front of his pants. Out came his red member, so rigid it throbbed. He'd bathed just as I had, but beyond the flower scent scattered through the bathwater, a thick masculine musk rose from it.
"I can't do this after all."
He caught me as I turned to leave and dragged me into the room.
"Let go!"
Hauled inside by the waist, I found myself trapped the moment the door closed — Vincent planted himself squarely in front of it. I tried to slip past him, but he herded me into the corner of the room. When we were close enough to feel each other's breath, he reached out and pressed down on my shoulders. Overpowered, I couldn't make a sound and sank to my knees exactly as he wanted. The grotesque red pillar looming before my eyes overwhelmed me; I couldn't tear my gaze away. The masculine scent flooding through my nose took over my brain.
"No..."
I clamped my mouth shut and turned my head — Vincent pinched my nose closed. I swatted at his hand and held out, but after minutes of struggling I was gasping for air.
"Haah—hup! Mmph! Hah—!"
The instant my mouth opened instinctively for breath, the head pushed in as if he'd been waiting for it. I tried to stop him by biting down, but of course I couldn't even leave a mark. With my nose still pinched shut, the only way to draw air was to suck on his thing. As the slowly advancing shaft drove its head against my throat, tears sprang up and nausea climbed my chest. But Vincent didn't soften one bit — he had no intention of pulling out.
I glared up at him with tear-filled eyes, his thing held in my mouth, and he — apparently dissatisfied with my passivity — made his threat.
"If we stay like this, your friends will be finishing their baths. You sure you don't mind if I call them up here?"
Fine. I get it! I get it already!
I began servicing him. Using my tongue, I licked up the length of his shaft from base to tip, teasing the slit before taking him into my mouth.
"Slurp, hah, mmgh, mwah!"
My lips nibbled along the ridge behind the crown, then I sucked the air from my mouth so the soft inner flesh clung tight around him, squeezing before swallowing him deeper.
Hurry up and cum already.
I stole a glance up at Vincent — he was looking down at me with satisfied eyes, watching me service what was his.
How humiliating.
I pulled off his cock with a wet pop and brought my mouth to his balls. I hesitated a moment at the sight of them, but if it could hurry his release even a little, I had no other choice. One hand stroked down his shaft while the other cradled one side of his sack, kneading it carefully, and my mouth latched onto the other, sucking.
Please. Please.
"Pop, slurp, ngh!"
As I fondled him in turn, his senses must have caught fire — moans leaked from his tightly pressed lips. Before long, his balls and cock were slick with my saliva and his own precum, glistening. When I pumped the slick shaft with my hand, obscene wet sounds filled the room. As if ordering me to take him back in, he brought the head to my lips. I opened my mouth and swallowed Vincent's manhood to the root.
"Mwah, mmph! Slurp, shlp!"
My still-damp hair slid down and clung to my face. Vincent rested his hand on top of my head, indulging his hunger to dominate — and at the same time, he used his qi to dry the moisture still left in my hair. My hand kept massaging his sack, stoking his pleasure higher. The pulsing against my tongue quickened and quickened, telling me Vincent's release wasn't far off.
That was when it happened. The sound of a door opening drifted up from downstairs.
"Ahh, that was better than I expected, don't you think?"
"Not bad."
"For me, it was just so relaxing — I think that's what I loved most."
The Hero Party's satisfied voices drifted out toward the parlor.
"Vincent! Where are you? Adela!"
"He said he was going ahead to help you, Hero."
"Doesn't seem to be on the first floor."
"Maybe he's upstairs?"
Hearing them move from the parlor toward the stairs, I panicked. I tried to tear my mouth off him, but the hand gripping my head wouldn't allow it.
You idiot — you want to do this even now?!
I tried to shove his hips away with my hands, but this time Vincent used both of his to block any retreat, and then he began driving himself toward my throat.
"Mmph! Ugh! Shlp-shlp! Gck-gck!"
I beat at him with my arms, but it was useless. Their footsteps drew closer and closer.
"Hero! Adela! Are you up there?"
"What was that? Didn't you hear something?"
No — her voice is getting closer.
"Don't tell me the two of them are at it again — eyes meeting, joining bodies?"
"Oh, come on, no way."
"She did say it herself, so surely not."
"Everyone quiet for a second."
At his limit, Vincent rammed his cock deep into my throat and began to cum.
"...Gck!"
The amount of semen he poured straight into my stomach was considerable. The volume of baby-making fluid flooding my belly made my head swim. I have to hold on — the moment I so much as coughed, they'd come bursting in here. What felt like an eternity of Vincent's climax finally lost its force, his spurting movements slowing to a stop.
I kept sucking as he slowly withdrew, seeing the cleanup through to the end. I slurped at the head until the last dregs of semen were coaxed out of his slit. Steam seemed to rise from my mouth.
"Haaahh..."
I opened my mouth to show him what was inside. He gave his command quietly.
"Swallow."
With effort, I swallowed down the sticky white jelly. After he inspected even the inside of my mouth, he whispered.
"And Seobang-nim?"
Honestly...
"Thank you for your seed... Seobang-nim. Now please, some clothes..."
"I'll move the girls along. Slip into the master bedroom when you get the chance. I left it on the bed."
If only I'd searched the master bedroom first — I was still regretting it as Vincent fastened his pants and stepped out into the hallway.
"Hero, there you are."
"You all done bathing?"
"We washed ages ago."
"What on earth were you doing that you couldn't even hear us calling you?"
"You all suddenly decided to sleep, so I was busy tidying the guest rooms."
Please, just go...
"Where's Adela? In there?"
"She hasn't come out yet — I'd guess she's in no state to?"
"I think we should check!"
Oh, please, I'm begging you.
"Adela looked unwell, so I sent her ahead to the master bedroom. Come down and help with the luggage."
I heard him herd his party members downstairs. After waiting a while, I stepped out — no one was there. I crept carefully down the stairs to find Vincent and the others already gone, luggage and all.
I dashed silently to the master bedroom and turned the handle — the door that had refused to open before now swung open freely. I slipped inside quickly and shut the door without a sound. Just as Vincent had said, a silk robe lay waiting on the neatly made bed.
If only I'd come here first, I wouldn't have had to do... that...
Fate's cruelty and the relief welling up inside me drew a long sigh from my chest. As I approached and picked up the robe, the door clicked shut behind me — if only it hadn't.
Now I don't even need the robe!