I Wanted to Grow Closer to Anna
"Hngh, nnngh! Ah…! Oohahh!"
The conversation between Anna’s body and mine went on and on.
Maybe it was because I’d truly touched her heart, but my stamina and lust were surging higher than usual, and I couldn’t even spare my hips a moment’s rest.
Anna devoted herself to pleasing me, surrendering her body with complete obedience, yet her lewd flesh kept sending out involuntary, sinful signals that only stoked the heat between us.
And those signals still hadn’t stopped.
Perched on top of me while I lay on my back, her generous breasts kept jouncing as her pussy was driven upward, each sway teasing me mercilessly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Anna kept her seat on top of me, but she’d handed her center of gravity over to me completely, so all she could do was shudder and moan as my thrusts kept finding her womb.
"Hahh! Hngh! It’s going so deep…!"
"Do you know what this place is called?"
"My womb pussy… ♥"
Anna answered with calm innocence, rocking her hips as she spoke a word she’d never heard before.
I’d expected her to say something like pocchio, so that answer caught me completely off guard.
"That’s right. I’ll ravage Anna’s womb pussy."
"Aaaah!"
After thoroughly drilling her through the pocchio and taking her with me all the way to the edge, I got out of bed and stood before the full-length mirror.
When I lifted Anna’s cuffed wrists up over her head, she looked like a prisoner who’d been captured and strung up for inspection.
I admired the lush fullness of her body in the mirror, the way her beautiful breasts hung heavy and inviting, then took her from behind while my cock was still inside her pussy.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ahh! Ah! Hngh, there…!"
"You like it when it hits different places like this, don’t you?"
"Y-yes… ♥"
Anna was shorter than me, so every time her pussy was lifted up onto my shaft, she gave a little jolt and rose onto her toes.
When I drove into her, her heels came up; when my cock slipped out, they lowered again. So when her heels happened to drop out of rhythm, I slammed upward at that exact moment.
"Ohooh!"
"Did you come?"
"I-I did…!"
Honestly, I didn’t need to ask. One look told me everything.
Her whole body was trembling, her back arching, and her heels had gone rigid as if electricity had run through them and refused to let go.
I moved my hips again, massaging the inner folds of her sex with my cock, and Anna’s face in the mirror caught my eye.
Her eyes were glazed from so many climaxes that it was hard to tell exactly where her gaze had drifted.
"What are you looking at?"
"Master’s face…."
"Why my face?"
"Because you’re handsome…."
The sudden compliment about my looks didn’t exactly make me unhappy.
That was partly because Anna didn’t say things like that very often.
Wanting to repay the praise, I drove my hips harder.
Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack!
"Ahh! Ah! Nnngh, hngh!"
Anna’s breasts swayed violently in the mirror, and her moans rose right along with them.
Every time my cock went in and out, the way her lower belly bulged was plainly visible in the glass.
"Am I really that handsome?"
"Nghh! Yes…! Master is handsome and amazing…!"
"I’ve heard that when the father’s handsome, the daughter turns out beautiful too. I wonder what it’d be like if Anna gave birth to my daughter."
Anna’s ass, which had been obediently taking my piston, started moving in time with it.
Seeing how her pussy was tightening even more, it seemed she was already imagining herself bearing my child.
And if it was Anna, not just anyone else—maybe, as we’d talked about before, she’d even taken it as far as imagining being fucked together with an adult daughter of mine.
Should I ask her?
"You’re feeling even better all of a sudden. You were fantasizing about something filthy again, weren’t you?"
"Hngh, I’m sorry!"
"What kind of fantasy?"
"I-I was imagining becoming Master’s bitch-breeding slave… hngh! And getting pregnant over and over until I can’t have children anymore… ♥"
…Mm. Anna really was growing day by day. Especially in the perverted department.
Still, that had to be a fantasy, not a wish, right?
I really hoped it stayed a fantasy and she didn’t ever beg me to make it real.
"Just how perverted can you get!"
"Nghh! S-sorry…! Ooh! Hngh, hah! Aah!"
I kept hammering her without giving her a chance to finish a sentence, and Anna’s heels showed no sign of coming back down.
When I finally filled her belly with my seed, her legs gave out and she slowly collapsed to the floor.
"Already tired out? I’m not satisfied yet."
"It’s okay…. Use me until you’re satisfied♡"
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Even hours later, Anna’s moans still echoed through the room.
"Ooh… oooh…. Hngh…. Mm…."
But unlike a few hours ago, her voice was weak and heavy.
That was because she’d been used nonstop as my pussy.
Her eyes were completely unfocused, and since I’d even removed the cuffs halfway through, both her arms and legs lay sprawled wherever they’d fallen.
The only parts of her exhausted body still doing their job were her nipples, still stiff and erect, and her pussy, still dutifully clenching around me.
Her voice had grown soft and obedient, but the sound of my lower body striking the mound of her sex was still sharp and raw.
It was because the sight of Anna so limp and pliant was, somehow, even more arousing to me.
It couldn’t be helped. No matter how roughly I shoved into her, she accepted everything without even flinching, and that made her look exactly like a real onahole.
"Kuh, Anna!"
"Haa… ngh, haaah…!"
With yet another orgasm—I’d lost count by now—her insides were once again being filled with me.
Even Anna, who’d been quiet as if she’d passed out, let out a loud cry for the first time in a while.
"Phew…."
Her cute lower belly, which had always had a bit of soft flesh on it, looked even rounder than usual from all the repeated ejaculations.
The moment I pulled out, a pale stream spilled free as if there was no room left inside her at all.
I caught it in my hand like mountain spring water and brought it to Anna’s mouth, where she was still trembling lightly.
"Anna."
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth.
I tilted my hand and poured it in, and she moved her tongue as if savoring the taste of my semen, swallowing it down gulp after gulp.
She swallowed every last drop, then opened her mouth wide to show me the now-clean inside.
"Good girl."
There was no need to say Anna was satisfied; that much was obvious. As for me, I’d spent so long at it that I felt like I’d burned myself white.
Once I finally caught my breath, exhaustion came crashing over me after the satisfaction.
…I guess that’s enough for now.
Unable to resist the sudden weight of my eyelids, I lay down beside Anna.
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It was already well into the morning.
When I finally woke with a grimace and rubbed the sleep from my face, Anna’s body was draped over mine, her breasts pressed against my chest.
I couldn’t tell why she’d fallen asleep sprawled on top of me, but I didn’t dare move her aside in case she woke up.
…Kind of heavy.
She was pressing her whole body against me, so her weight came through completely.
Still, when I thought of how that heaviness came from her swollen breasts and the pleasantly soft flesh clinging to her in all the right places, it felt cozy—like a thick winter blanket.
Her skin, warm and close against mine, felt good too.
"Mm…."
Anna, lying face-down in my arms, finally woke up.
She turned her head a little, then realized where she was lying and looked up at me.
"Sleep well?"
"Mm-hm…."
Embarrassed, she buried her face in my chest.
So it was embarrassing to meet my eyes, but lying naked on top of me was fine?
Come to think of it, unlike when that filthy switch of hers was flipped on, it was interesting how shy she got just from making eye contact under normal circumstances.
Still, that contrast was part of Anna’s charm too.
Without thinking, I brought my hand up and petted her head.
"…."
Anna quietly accepted my touch.
Like I said, after what happened last night, she looked even more lovable to me than before.
Up until now, our relationship had been practically that of sex friends.
But now I wanted to move beyond that stage.
Whenever our bodies were wrapped around each other, it was always bliss, but even when we’d simply talked and eaten together in the bustling district, I’d enjoyed myself just as much.
Without a doubt, Anna felt the same way.
"Anna."
"…Mm?"
"Want to go out with me? Not as sex friends or anything like that."
Still burying her face against my chest, she said cautiously, "If we go out… does that mean I can’t be your bitch?"
Sometimes—no, often—Anna said things that flew right past my expectations.
"You can definitely still be… right?"
"…I see."
At my uncertain answer, I waited without pushing her, and after a moment her voice came again.
"But you already have Teacher Michel…."
She was thinking of Michel and trying to be considerate, afraid of making her sad.
But Michel would definitely understand our relationship.
"Michel said it’d be fine as long as I still loved her the way I do now. She said that even if I ended up with another girlfriend, she’d want to get along with her too."
Of course, from Anna’s point of view, the fact that I had another woman at all might still be hard to swallow.
But Anna had already known about my relationship with Michel and still taken it further with me, so that probably wasn’t the problem.
"…."
Again there was a small silence before her voice came back.
"Sorry. I think I like things the way they are now…."
"Is it because of Michel?"
"No, it’s because of me. I don’t think I can be equal to you, Ian…."
I didn’t understand what she meant.
Fortunately, sensing that I didn’t get it, Anna went on.
"I’m ordinary-looking, and I’m timid…."
"I already told you before. I think Anna’s face is cute and beautiful. And your shyness just makes you seem even cuter to me."
"Thank you…. But no matter how many times you say that, it doesn’t give me confidence."
"…."
"And I still have a lot of flaws you don’t know about, Ian…. I’m scared that if we get any closer than this, you’ll find them out."
People are subjective creatures, which makes it hard to judge themselves with complete honesty.
That was why, as we went through life, we often met people who grossly overestimated themselves.
And on the flip side, there were those who underestimated themselves.
People who never saw themselves as they really were, who kept trying to make themselves smaller.
Those people got swallowed by endless self-loathing and could never bring their hidden strengths to light.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t something easy to fix.
Low self-esteem was like a bottomless pit: once you fell in, you kept sinking whether you wanted to or not.
From everything I’d seen so far, Anna had an especially strong tendency in that direction.
What she’d just said, and even the fact that she’d kept hiding behind her bangs all this time despite me telling her her eyes were beautiful, were proof enough.
But I wanted to be closer to her than we were now, so I wanted Anna to have confidence in herself.
So what should I do?
I decided I couldn’t rush her blindly.
If you try to force something bent straight too quickly, it might just snap.
Instead, I’d do what I’d been doing all along and draw closer slowly.
I’d let Anna’s heart open naturally, little by little.
Just like how she’d worried about her own perverted side until she met me, then accepted it and learned to enjoy it.
"I understand what you mean. Still, everything I said was sincere."
"…Mm. Thank you."
Anna might lack confidence, but she did have feelings for me.
Just as I was realizing that again and trying to pull her close in my arms, the look she lifted to me seemed strangely uneasy.
"What’s wrong?"
"Are you… not upset?"
"About what?"
"That I turned you down…."
"Huh? Why would I be? Anna’s mine anyway, so it’s fine."
"…."
Too embarrassed to answer, she simply buried her face in my chest again.
I thought that was the end of it, but then I felt her warm breath against my skin.
"Later…."
"Hm?"
"If I get the courage later, can you ask me again then…?"
"Of course. Even if you say no, I’ll keep asking."
"…Mm."
When she fell silent again, I hugged her the way I’d meant to from the start, and she pressed her soft body back against mine.
And so, while Anna and I spent the last day of the weekend together in quiet warmth, the time finally arrived.
The time for me to become a butler.
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