Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: First Impressions Are Always the Most Important
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After her date with Ian, Michelle returned home, sat on her bed, and pulled out her phone.
She still needed to shower and wrap up the last of her teacher duties, but the very first thing she did was message her friends.
-Michelle: Boyfriend says he's cool with it!
-Sara: Awesome, when??
-Rone: Saturday this week let's go, everyone's free right?
-Michelle: Yup yup I'm down!
-Sara: OK
-Rone: Boyfriend's super hot right? Eye candy for days! (rabbit emoji with shining eyes)
-Michelle: He looks good to me.... (cat emoji sweating on forehead)
-Rone: If he wasn't after seeing him I'd chew you out Michelle :)
-Michelle: He really is hot!
-Sara: Got it so details tomorrow I'm crashing
-Michelle: Yeah night
-Rone: Okie dokie
"Huuuuaah..."
A deep sigh escaped Michelle's lips.
'What do I do? Already getting nervous...'
She had zero worries that her friends might be disappointed when they saw Ian.
The thought never even crossed her mind—Ian looked utterly perfect in her eyes.
It was pure, simple excitement at the idea of introducing the boyfriend she adored so much that had her shaking.
The more her feelings for Ian grew, the more she wanted to show him off to everyone around her.
Proof of that: back at the café, she'd gone on an endless bragging spree about him to Sara and Rone, arm candy style.
They'd even had to stop her eventually, saying they'd heard enough.
'Wanted to tell the girls more about Ian, such a shame.'
Michelle kept staring wistfully at the now-silent group chat.
Even after all that boyfriend bragging at the café, it still wasn't enough—her fingers were itching.
Blame it on the shyness that kept her from spilling every single one of his good points.
'Especially... at night...'
Ian was her first man, but it didn't take long to realize his bedroom skills and stamina were on another level.
The experiences he gave her were pleasures and joys beyond comparison to anything else in the world.
'Body floating away, that ecstatic bliss...'
That was her lingering regret—not bragging about just how irresistibly attractive Ian was.
'...But talking about it directly would be too embarrassing.'
Lost in those thoughts, Michelle glanced at the time at the top of her phone screen and bolted upright.
"Not the time for this, jeez. Shower quick, finish work, then bed."
She headed straight for the bathroom.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahht! Yes! Hngh, haaang!"
Dania and I were still entwined on the bed.
Or more accurately, it was closer to me unilaterally ravaging her.
Seeing her meekly letting out those moans made it impossible to hold back my lust.
"Dania... Dania!"
"Hht! Yes! Eung! Hwat...!"
Lying in the same position as before, Dania took all my pent-up desire.
Fifteen slashes already marked her lower belly.
Mine on my thigh: four.
Plus one penalty each time she came, minus two each time I finished—so she was up seven points now.
Truth be told, I was scratching the tallies faithfully but not really obsessing over them.
I was just shaking my hips nonstop because her body felt so damn good, because I wanted her to feel even more.
"Hht, nghht! Ugh! Eut...!"
At some point, Dania had stopped resisting the pleasure and was fully immersed in it.
Each time my movements forced an orgasm on her body, she cried out honestly.
Plap! Thwack! Plap!
"Heurgh, eut! Haeut! G-gonna...!"
After thrusting for a good while, Dania's pussy clenched and pulsed, sending the signal.
Timing it perfectly, I slammed my cock in all the way to the hilt.
"Hau-eut! Hht, heuuung!"
I halted my movements and savored Dania lost in her climax.
Each buck of her hips sent sweat droplets sliding across her smooth skin.
Once the aftershocks faded, her half-lidded eyes and ragged breaths radiated sultry allure.
"Feels like you're getting more honest now. You enjoy it too, don't you?"
"Haa... haa..."
No reply, just heavy breathing.
She was accepting the pleasure, but her mouth refused to admit it.
I didn't mind and added another slash to her lower belly.
"On your stomach this time."
Dania panted as she started shifting her heavy body.
Getting impatient, I reached out and flipped her over myself.
"Ass up."
She knelt and presented her hips to me.
Noticeably more compliant than before.
I gripped her pelvis with both hands.
On her lean, toned frame, the only spots with plump, juicy flesh were her breasts and ass.
Her smooth back and the sideboob visible from behind made for an equally obscene sight.
Couldn't just stare—I yanked her hips toward me and plunged my cock into her pussy.
"Heuuut!"
Her moan rang out as slick walls clung to my shaft.
I rocked her pelvis back and forth with my grip, slamming my groin to match.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Haeut, heut! Heung! Haat!"
Endlessly feminine moans.
Each collision sent her ass cheeks rippling violently before snapping back.
"How's that? This position goes deeper—feels better, right?"
"Hht! Haeut... haaang!"
Just moans again, no words.
"Deny it all you want, it's pointless. You're a pervert just like me—no, even more than me."
"Uueut, hht! Eut!"
Dania buried her face in the pillow, clearly refusing to respond.
"I'll make you realize it for sure."
Thwack! Plap! Thwack!
I pounded her pussy even harder than before.
The wet slaps of our intimate parts echoed, her juices splattering onto the sheets.
"Eungh-eut! Heu-eut! Hat! Haeut!"
Her moans grew louder, her grip tighter, but I was already nearing release regardless.
My hips went wild in frustration, and her cries amplified.
Then, thrusting with womb-piercing force, I started unloading my semen.
"Hek! Heu-eut, heut..."
Forced into climax, Dania clutched the blanket tight, her body shuddering.
Just like always, she involuntarily clenched around my cock, milking out more cum.
Once I finished, I laid her flat and added one slash to each of us.
Seventeen now on Dania's lower belly.
But lost in the afterglow, she wasn't even thinking of hiding the shameful marks on her body.
"So, starting to feel like becoming my maid?"
"..."
"If you do, I'll make you feel way better than this anytime."
"...I'd die before serving scum like you."
As expected from an elite maid—unbreakable will.
I hadn't expected her to cave this easily anyway.
And right now, I wasn't in the mood for deep thoughts. I just wanted to enjoy the sex.
I swapped the condom and thrust back inside her.
"Uhm..."
Rustling sounds woke me.
Blearily looking beside me, Dania was silently donning her suit.
"...What're you doing?"
"Heading home to prep for school."
Her voice was as curt and emotionless as ever, like nothing had happened.
Checked my phone: 6 a.m.
Plenty of time before school.
"Alright, see ya. Gonna sleep more. Oh yeah, how many penalties you got?"
Dania, about to slip on her jacket, casually lifted the hem of her dress shirt.
Thirty-five slashes.
Mine on my thigh: eight.
Brain foggy from sleep, I pulled up the calculator app.
Base penalties: 30
+ Dania's orgasms this time: 35
- My finishes (8 x 2): 16
= 49.
"Ooh... down one from the start. Congrats."
"..."
"Washes off with soap or bodywash, y'know."
"Don't butt in. I'll wash at home."
Guess she just wanted out ASAP.
Dania left the room, and soon after, I heard the front door open and close.
Couldn't quite read her mood right now.
Recalling last night, she seemed more honest about the pleasure than before—but not fully there yet.
...Maybe needs some decisive push?
Still half-asleep, I couldn't follow the thought and drifted off again.
The fatigue from going all night with Dania hadn't fully worn off by the time I headed to school, so I pretty much slept through the first class.
Meanwhile, Dania—who I'd run into again at school—looked fresh as if nothing had happened.
What an intriguing woman in every way.
The Dania torment continued into the next day.
I'd planned to keep it moderate like yesterday, just playing with her body a bit, but seeing her up close got me fired up. Ended up dragging her to the storage room every break and fucking her brains out.
Now fully accustomed, she didn't curse or hold back her climaxes like before—but her heart hadn't shifted toward me either.
More like she wasn't wasting energy on outright resistance, just diligently holding the bare minimum line.
End result: five times for me, sixteen for her. Total penalties: sixty.
That night, I didn't bother calling her to the dorm.
Because tomorrow—Saturday—I had plans to meet Michelle and her friends.
If the weekend had been free, I'd have summoned her and gone wild, but looks like Dania owes her homeroom teacher some thanks.
And so the next day arrived.
Evening meetup, so Michelle and I got to the restaurant first and waited for her friends.
I figured I should make a good impression since they were Michelle's friends, but I wasn't tense about it.
Learned the hard way after getting dumped by Gu Hyejin and dating around: overthinking around women backfires.
...That friend was named Rone, right?
Truth be told, I accepted the invite partly to see how she treats Michelle.
From what Michelle said, Rone's the type who teases right up to the line without crossing it—and she's got jealousy toward Michelle too.
Michelle's such a pushover, she's probably always been on the receiving end.
I couldn't exactly say much in my position, but I wanted to get a little revenge on her behalf.
That was when it happened.
"Girls!"
Michelle shot to her feet, and two women approached from where she was looking.
"Ah, so you're the boyfriend. Hello."
The woman with the cool demeanor still had proper manners.
The other one, though...
"Ooh! So you're the bf! Nice face. Totally my type!"
Closing the distance without a hint of reservation from the jump.
I instantly knew which one was Rone.
Right then, the woman in front of me offered a handshake.
"Hi. Rone here. Nice to meet ya today."
...Yup, definitely her.
I flashed the friendliest smile I could muster and extended my hand.
"Looking forward to it, Rone."