Like An AV - The Man Who Takes Away Chapter 45: The Tragedy of Undercover Agent Nikita Romanova (45/377)
I locked shackles around Bora's ankles and handcuffs around her wrists. Come to think of it, these handcuffs and shackles weren't ordinary items either. They left no marks on the skin, but to release the restraints, you needed my prison card. Since only I could possess the prison card, only I could set her free. Even in the most elite spa, once you were bound like this, there was no escaping.
I connected sturdy iron chains to the handcuffs and shackles. The other ends were hooked to rings solidly embedded in the wall. Even if she had the strength of a gorilla—or more—she couldn't break them.
Hmm... All done, and not even five minutes have passed. When I zapped her with the electric shock device, I'd set it to level three. So I had another five minutes to wait. That short time felt agonizingly long because my anticipation was sky-high, right?
In the meantime, maybe I should glance at the documents she brought. I pulled them out of her briefcase. Hmm... Just as I saw earlier, materials on the citizens' sports field construction. Evaluation sheets for the planned site, budget breakdowns, and all sorts of other docs. She'd been working hard.
But what about the stuff from the construction company? Oh! Jackpot. Dates and locations where the company president slipped cash to city hall staff, plus amounts. Even the family bank accounts specified by the officials, deposit dates, and sums. Comparison tables of withdrawal dates from the bank versus recorded payoff dates. This alone could send a bunch of them away.
Well, things were cleaner than before, but at the local level, this shit still happened now and then. Hmm... This is even more serious. Docs on the landowners in the construction zone. Huh? Connected to the mayor? The biggest plot belongs to the mayor's wife's friend's husband. Honestly, it's ambiguous. Hard to prove any deal between them.
But why does the construction prez know this? Did that bastard poke around everywhere to muscle in? Tough to judge on this alone. Still, if it leaked, the sports field project would be toast. Plenty of leverage to insert myself.
Wasn't the big boss the vice mayor? Makes sense. With billions on the line, they'd push ahead without the mayor's tacit approval? Looking at this, it felt like a real den of vipers.
"Ugh..."
Right on cue—ten minutes. Nikita was coming to.
"What the hell is this..."
The moment she regained consciousness, Bora glared at me, demanding an explanation.
"Chief. What the fuck is this? Did I do something wrong?"
"No. You did nothing wrong. You handled this case brilliantly."
I gave her a light clap with the hand holding the documents, just for her.
"Then why?"
"Sorry about this. Truth is, I've been bought off."
I put on my most apologetic face and lied through my teeth.
"What...?"
Her expression screamed utter disbelief.
"Lies. No way. The chief I know would never do that."
She denied reality. But what kind of guy did she think I was? The original Bora would've known how easily I'd betray anyone. So in her current setup, I must've been a truly trustworthy boss.
"Sorry. The money was just too damn good to turn down."
I let her process it twice. Her pupils dilated wildly. Can't believe it. No way? Betrayed by the one I trusted most? It was written all over her face. Perfect expression. The real thrill of an undercover op was the moment the female agent got caught by the enemy.
Usually, the cliché was her identity getting exposed to foes, getting drugged unknowingly, and staggering around. But I lacked the powers to stage that. Watching her now, though, betrayal by a trusted boss felt like prime spy thriller material.
"It's your own fault for being too damn competent. If you'd just poked around the edges, I could've smoothed it over. But now... no choice."
"No way..."
Her eyes were dying. Tears welled up. Ah! Yes, that's the look.
"With all the evidence you've gathered and your life as payment, my retirement's secure. Thanks."
"No... you're lying..."
Nikita still rejected reality.
"Anyway. There's something I've always wanted to do to you."
I stepped closer.
"You're dying anyway. Might as well put that body to good use."
I started stripping off my clothes, one by one. Slowly. Giving her plenty of time to feel the terror.
"Wh-what the hell are you doing?"
Bora flinched in shock. Her panic reminded me of the times I'd tormented her before.
"Wouldn't it be a waste for such a beautiful body to just rot as a corpse?"
Fully naked, I sat beside her and gazed.
"Eek! You filthy bastard!"
I loved when hatred flashed in her eyes.
"Go ahead and struggle. Makes it even better for me."
"Eek! Eek!"
She thrashed wildly. But with limbs chained, it was pointless. I picked up a cutter knife from the floor. Its blade glinted faintly in the dim light—the one I'd brought from the office. You needed something sharp to cut clothes, and this prison really had nothing that could harm anyone.
Snip! The cutter sliced through her panties at the edge.
"Don't!"
Bora screamed. Her eyes were dead serious.
"Just as I thought—a killer body."
I cut the other side, stripped the panties off, and flung them away.
"No!"
Despair. Then I snipped her bra straps one by one. Reached behind, unhooked it, and tossed it aside. She writhed, but with limbs pinned in four directions, no dice.
"Stop! Please, don't do this!"
Bora screamed, then begged. But I was already between her legs, pressing my cock against her pussy.
"What are you doing? Stop! No! Urk!"
I thrust deep inside without hesitation. Fuck, yes. So damn good. I'd fucked Bora plenty over the past month, but today topped it all.
"Stop! Sob!"
Ignoring her sobs, I gripped her pale thighs and pumped my hips.
"I'll kill you! You piece of shit!"
Crying, she was stunning.
"Right now, you should be worried about me on top of you, no?"
I drawled lazily, moving slow.
"Shut up! Stop! Don't! Please!"
She'd lost all reason.
"Tonight, I'm gonna fuck you senseless. Until I can't cum anymore."
"Pull out! Get that filthy dick out!"
"And when I can't fuck you anymore, I'll honor my deal with the ones who paid me. You're smart—you get it."
"Kill me now, you bastard!"
Where did that rage come from? Betrayal by her trusted boss?
"Nah. Too much of a waste to just kill you."
I was fully immersed in this sleazy boss role.
"So until my urges let up, I'll fill you with my cum over and over."
I leaned forward. As my face neared hers, she whipped her head aside. Pointless. I just grabbed her little head and turned it back.
"Mmph!"
She clamped her mouth shut, desperately blocking my tongue. No biggie. Even if I couldn't get in, licking her red lips and face was bliss enough.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
She bit her lips, furrowed her brow, resisting. Adorable. A real elite agent ready for death would've bitten my tongue off. But she was an actress, and I was the AV Master. In adult vids, even during gangbangs, the actress never bites the guy's tongue or dick. Genre rules trump realism.
Same here. Though she had no clue, her settings prevented any harm to me—even a little.
Setting Card <Sanctuary>
Actresses who have had sexual relations with the AV Master will not inflict any kind of harm on the AV Master.
Now I got why this was one of the first cards given. It prevented the impossible in porn. No matter how much she hated me, even if she truly faced death, Bora couldn't harm me.
So I shoved my tongue into her mouth freely.
"Hmph! Ah!"
She gasped open unwittingly. Her settings weren't just Sanctuary. Any stimulation from me turned into unbearable sexual pleasure for her. Even the psychological pressure of mortal threat became arousal.
My tongue savored her mouth. Her eyes widened. Her once-dry pussy was soaked. Perfect! I ramped up, pounding hard.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
With her mouth conquered too, Bora was helpless. Just rocking along with my thrusts, empty.
"Gonna cum."
As always, I warned her.
"Don't! You bastard!"
Tears fell. I didn't hold back, unloading deep inside.
Whew...
"Honestly, from this morning, I've wanted to jump you."
Bora stared with tear-filled eyes.
"Not easy just looking at such a tempting body."
"You fucking scum."
"Had to hold back for the greater good."
"Greater good? What greater—mmph!"
I kissed her again, unable to resist. Her tongue fled, but that only thrilled me more. After a long forced makeout, I pulled up off her.
Cum leaked from the chained woman's crotch. Fucking hot. I admired it contentedly.
"Sob!"
Tough Nikita Romanova broke into sobs. I fetched a chair, set it before her spread legs, and sat comfortably. Soon, her crying tapered off.
"Kill me now. You've humiliated me enough."
A beautiful woman's despair was art. But she hadn't tasted true despair yet. Real despair follows desperate hope. Nikita was still in anger and confusion.
"No rush. Let me say it again: I have zero plans to let you live."
She hadn't fully grasped death yet. I'd push until she felt it looming, begging for life.
Ah... Thinking about it, I'm a real piece of shit... Even I was losing sympathy for myself. How'd I become this? Just because I got this weird AV Master power? Nah.
Would anyone with mind-control powers turn as vile as me, chasing selfish lusts? No way. Some could, some couldn't. Until recently, I was the latter.
I'd never bullied anyone my whole life—not even a petty punch. Fights? Maybe verbal spats, and rarely. I could count them on one hand. Sure, I looked a bit rough, but still.
Why this? And so skillfully... Deep down, I knew the answer. I was always that guy. Just too cowardly to show it. Now with power, I abused it without restraint.