Chapter 63: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (4)
Chapter 63: Sexual Bribery Trip with the Association Chairman (4)
Of course, the idea that semen is a sunscreen specifically for females is absolute nonsense. This isn't some Common Sense Alteration world, so there was no way such a ridiculous claim could be true. However, for young children whose minds haven't fully hardened yet, it was a story they might actually believe.
"R-really?"
"Yeah, I told you I don't mind, didn't I?"
In fact, I felt like I was the one getting the better end of the deal right now. After all, even if we hadn't explicitly said it, this was effectively a sexual bribery trip. While things would only truly transform once evening passed and night fell, it was clear that even during the day, my role was to serve the Mister in a lewd capacity.
But looking at the situation now, how was it? Applying sunscreen isn't that difficult. Normally, it isn't even a sexual act. Yet, the Association Chairman had stepped up to apply it himself without me even asking, stimulating my body with casual caresses as he did so.
‘Wait, am I the one being pampered here…?’
Based on his physique alone, he looked like the kind of "breeding uncle" you’d see in adult media, but he was being so sweet to me that it was almost bewildering. When other female heroes had their "interviews" to raise their hero rank, did he treat them all like this?
‘I hope that’s not the case.’
It might be selfish, but I wanted to believe that this special treatment was reserved only for me. There wasn't any grand reason for it. It’s just human nature to dream of being someone special.
Besides, it wasn't like I had no basis for the thought. Even if we considered this part of the "interviews"—the bribery—that other female heroes went through, those usually ended at the level of a single meal or being called to the Chairman’s office. As far as I knew, there were no cases where someone had gone on a trip alone with him like this under the guise of an interview.
Just as I was starting to feel a strange sensation—as if I were receiving reverse-bribery instead of giving it, or being served instead of serving—
"Nng……♡"
The Mister began rubbing his cock against my buttocks. He didn't seem to care that the boy was still watching.
Just like paizuri, where one rubs their cock between the cleavage before ejaculating, the Mister enjoyed my still body while sliding his cock into my butt crack. It was as if he were using an object.
I didn't just feel it with my body; I turned my head to take in the sight. Glancing back, the first thing I saw was his hand squeezing my butt firmly from above, as if gripping a handle. Seeing myself being used so carelessly, solely for someone else's needs, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
Perhaps what I was experiencing wasn't something as grand as reverse-bribery or reverse-service, but simply being maintained by the Mister as a sort of pseudo-adult toy. After all, it’s common sense to thoroughly maintain a tool before and after use so it doesn't break.
‘If that’s the case, what kind of object am I right now?’
The answer was obvious. A cock wedged between two thick mounds of fat, just like during paizuri. The only difference was that paizuri used breasts, and this used my butt. In that case, I was currently a sexual relief toy for the Mister’s butt-paizuri.
"Hey kid, could you press down on the lady's head for me? She keeps looking back, and it's making her body twitch."
"Huh? Her head?"
The Mister’s next words proved my theory correct. He really was trying to use me like an object. It seemed that every time I turned my head, my body flinched, causing the cock wedged in my butt to wobble.
Meanwhile, the boy hesitated at the sudden request. According to the general morality he’d learned from his parents, it was only right to refuse to press down on someone else's head. But that principle is based on the idea that the other person would dislike it, and you shouldn't do things people hate.
"Um, big sister……?"
However, since I had already declared that I didn't hate having semen sprayed on me after a cock was rubbed against my butt—that I actually liked it—the boy realized that the things normal people would hate didn't apply to me. He asked me a question that anyone would generally answer "yes" to.
"Do you... hate having your head pressed down?"
But of course, my answer was a negative.
"Not at all♡"
As soon as I said I didn't mind, the boy jumped up and started pressing my head into the ground. It was as if he had been waiting for this. Had I triggered this child's sadistic side with such premature early education?
The kid was a prodigy among prodigies. At first, he crouched and pressed with his hands, but sensing he lacked strength, he stood up and even started treading on me with his feet. This wasn't a technique that could be taught.
Press, preeeeess—
"Ugh… Nnghghhh…♡"
The humiliation of having my head stepped on by the sand-covered feet of a boy much younger than me. The depravity of being subjected to butt-paizuri by the sweet-potato-like cock of the Association Chairman, whom I had followed like a father figure. The sense of helplessness, as if I were being bound by two men at opposite ends of the age spectrum, unable to escape.
Added to the shame of committing such an embarrassing act in a wide-open, public place, just as my head—pinned by the boy—felt like it was about to explode, a hot, sticky white liquid was sprayed across my buttocks.
"Kh, khuuh!"
"Huaaaaa…♡"
After ejaculating, the Mister, who had been mounted over my thighs, backed away, and the boy withdrew his foot from my head. Only then was I finally able to lift my upper body and look back. I could see my buttocks, now smeared with semen.
"If it's sunscreen… shouldn't you rub it in?"
"Hmm?"
"You said this was sunscreen that came out of your cock."
The boy, who still hadn't left and was watching from the side, pointed at my butt. His gaze was directed at the Mister, but even the Mister wouldn't want to get his own semen on his hands just to keep up a casual lie.
But it also made no sense to ask the boy to do it. Accepting the situation, I stood on my knees like a meerkat and reached both arms behind my back, rubbing my hands over my buttocks as if wiping away the sticky semen. I did it alone, without anyone's help.
"Haah…♡ Haah…♡"
Of course, blindly wiping with my hands didn't make it disappear. If anything, the semen just spread wider across my backside. It inevitably got all over my palms, which I was using as a substitute for a rag or tissue.
But that wasn't a loss for me at all.
……Slurp♡
I could just lick off whatever was on my palms. Tasting the fresh, warm semen with my mouth instead of my womb, I let out a lewd smile.
"Then, shall we head into the water soon?"
*
The Association Chairman had said that if I were with him, everyone would be looking at me, so he wouldn't have to worry about his own fame. At first, I maintained a skeptical stance, but as time went on, I had no choice but to agree with him.
‘He was right…….’
It didn't stop at just drawing eyes while walking. Perhaps because it was the beach, the "hunting" was more frequent than I could have imagined. While playing in the water, men would often approach naturally, sometimes not just one, but an entire group.
And the frequency was insane. They would approach when the Association Chairman stepped away to go to the bathroom or buy something, and they even looked for an opening when he was right beside me.
"Excuse me, if you don't mind……."
"Yes? Who are you?"
They probably approached thinking the Mister and I were family or relatives. It was a combination that was hard to perceive as a couple. But even if they approached under the assumption that we were family, it was equally rude.
After all, weren't they coming up to him asking if they could take his daughter or niece? The fact that they were hunting when I wasn't even alone or in a group of only women was rude in itself. The Mister seemed to share my thoughts; whenever I made a troubled expression, he would step forward.
"Is there something you need?"
The best way to chase off these hunters wasn't by reasoning with them or shouting. The Association Chairman would speak gently while ostentatiously squeezing my butt or groping my breasts right in front of them.
A gesture showing that the body these hunters were begging for a chance to eat was actually a cock sleeve he could devour whenever he wanted. Faced with a response more vulgar and base than a direct "piss off," the hunters would give up on me and scurry away as if disgusted.
"……Did you really have to do it like that?"
"This method is the most certain. And they were the ones being rude first."
He wasn't wrong. It was quite a sight to see those who had approached thinking the relationship between me and the Association Chairman was father-daughter or relatives, only to run away grumbling about "sugar daddies" and whatnot.
Having been pestered by hunters for over an hour, I hadn't been able to play properly, and fatigue was starting to pile up.
"Haah, it's finally quieted down."
"I expected it, but this is more than I imagined. Is it because of the outfit after all?"
"I think it would have been similar even in something else."
"No, it's definitely the outfit. My eye for these things was accurate."
I smiled awkwardly while adjusting my Golden Bikini. Since he was fishing for a compliment like that, I couldn't exactly refuse. Misters are actually more starved for praise than anyone.
"Yes… it, it’s pretty."
"Shall I take a closer look?"
Had he induced this situation on purpose? The Mister dove into the water as naturally as if he had written a script beforehand. Since he suddenly went underwater while we were standing face-to-face, it was only natural for me to be flustered.
"H-hyeeek?!"
I thought I knew what his excuse was. He wanted to see the Golden Bikini he bought me—specifically the panties—from up close. But it was certain that his reason for submerging his head and diving wasn't just that.
"W-wait a second… what are you…♡"
Sure enough. As soon as the Association Chairman went underwater, he pushed the crotch of my panties to the side. The claim of wanting to see them up close had been a perfect excuse. He must have wanted to see my split crevice exposed directly to the seawater.
"Ha-ahng♡"
Of course, he didn't stop at just looking. As if trying to reignite the fire in my body that had cooled down after the massage, he swept a finger along the crevice and then began to insert it.
"Hngh… Th-there are so many people around… ugh, hngh♡"
The shallow thought that doing something lewd underwater wouldn't be noticed. It was even more absurd that the thought was actually working. The Mister’s thick fingers skillfully rummaged through my insides, and I couldn't hold out for long before I came.
"Hnghhhhh……♡"
"Puhah!"
Even though he hadn't been submerged for very long, my pathetic premature ejaculation pussy was defeated by the Mister’s fingering and squirted so easily. It was a relief that it wasn't obvious since we were in the ocean, but after hearing the Mister’s words as he surfaced and took a deep breath, it wasn't exactly a relief anymore.
"I wondered why the water suddenly got warm; did you pee yourself?"
"I-I did no such thing! I just came!"
"Ah, so that was it. A normal squirting orgasm, then."
I felt like I had lost the exchange of words overwhelmingly, but I let it go. It felt good, anyway. Underwater fingering—the thrill of worrying about people nearby made it somehow even more arousing.
However, it didn't seem like things were going to end here.
"……Um, Mister?"
"Hmm?"
"May I ask why you're pressing down on my shoulders…?"
"Well… my turn is over, so isn't it Min-jeong’s turn now?"
"Are you k-kidding… glub!"
The Mister ruthlessly pressed down on my shoulders and dunked me into the water. I tried to struggle and stand up immediately, but when I opened my eyes underwater, a heavy cock filled my vision, and my body froze stiff as if I’d been stunned.
His turn was over, so now it was my turn. I knew exactly what that meant. Since he had just made me squirt underwater during his turn, it was now my turn. Whether I used my hands or something else, I had to make the Mister ejaculate.
"Puhah!"
But because I hadn't dived with proper timing and had been pushed down instead, I hadn't been prepared and scrambled out of the water, unable to hold my breath. When I tried to take a deep breath and go back in, the Mister stopped me instead of pushing me.
"Stop."
"Huh?"
"Min-jeong’s turn just ended. Now it’s my turn."
"Wh-what kind of rule is that! I didn't even get to touch it!"
"Don't get so worked up. If you can hold out this time without coming, and then do it properly on your next turn, it’ll be your victory."
So it was a game where we took turns pleasuring each other. And underwater, at that. If my lung capacity failed and I came up for air, my turn was over.
Then again, people nearby don't usually pay attention to what others are doing underwater. It could be called a 19+ turn-based game where one could enjoy the thrill in a public place without much burden.
"Haah, fine. Then hurry up and… hngh?!"
As soon as the game began, the Mister dove, and just like the very first time, I came easily. It was a reaction that didn't fail to live up to the title of "pathetic premature ejaculation pussy." The problem was my turn that followed the Mister’s.
"……Ugh, just you wait. I won't lose either."
Why on earth was my lung capacity lower than that of a Mister who smoked frequently? In my heart, I wanted to transform and show off a full-power handjob with underwater activity rivaling a fish, but that wasn't an option. Unlike my pussy, I had to taste the bitterness of defeat several times against his steadfast, delayed-ejaculation cock.
"Haa, haa…!"
"Well? Do you admit defeat?"
"N-not yet… just one more turn…."
"Shouldn't you realize it by now? You can't beat me with just your hands."
The intention behind the Mister’s words was clear. Use something other than your hands. Use your butt like when applying sunscreen, or at least your breasts. And the thing that would work best was, of course…….
‘……My pussy.’
Are we doing it? Here? Not long ago, I never would have imagined I’d be doing it with the Mister.
As I stood frozen like a stone, unable to control my racing heart, the Mister patted my butt and pointed toward the sandy beach.
"Let's head back to the lodging for now. The sun is already setting."
The lodging.
It seemed that place would be the final battlefield of our trip.