The Butler and the Couple Motel (4): The Butler Falls Into Thought
I lowered my body over her as she lay obediently beneath me, and without the slightest hesitation, I shoved my cock into her sex and forced it open.
"Haaah…!"
Her sweet, breathy cry nearly made me lose control, so I pressed my whole body against hers and started hammering my hips down with all the force I had.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Nngh! Ah, ah! Haaah… I, Ian…."
After letting out those obscene sounds, she whispered my name in a low voice.
"Do you want to kiss?"
"…."
Maybe she was trying to protect whatever pride she had left, because she averted her eyes from mine.
Remembering what a college friend had once said about women being impossible to figure out, I brought my lips to Dania’s to grant her second wish.
"Mmmph, mmm… mmwah!"
And yet, once the kiss actually began, she was nothing like the stiff, frozen woman from the night before. Instead, she actively wound her tongue around mine.
At the same time, her pussy tightened with a vigor that sent fresh force surging through my piston-like thrusts.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The way each ridge inside her fluttering, living passage seemed to cling to my cock was intoxicating.
Feeling her tongue in my mouth, her skin against mine, and her insides around the cock I’d thrust deep into her, I rocked my hips like a beast gone wild.
"Chuurp, mwah… smooch… ah, huuh!"
The moment I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath, she immediately started spilling out those unmistakably feminine sounds.
But the instant our lips met again, she pushed her tongue between them.
By then, I thought I understood why she’d reacted so strongly whenever I kissed her.
Unlike usual, she was curling against me so tenderly that it felt as though all the blood in my body was rushing straight to my cock.
"Dania, you’re cute."
I hadn’t meant to say it, but the words slipped out before I could stop them.
"Kkh, haaah! Shut up….! Stop talking down to me."
She’d been drifting in a haze, but now she seemed to shake herself partially awake.
Still, for some reason, it felt less like she was rejecting me and more like she was only pretending to.
"No, Dania. You’re genuinely adorable."
"Haaah, shut up… nnggh!"
…Was this actually working?
Just to be safe, I held her gaze and kept going.
"Honestly, from the moment I first saw you, I thought I wanted to make you mine."
"Wh-what are you…."
"But you belong to a wealthy family, and I’m just an ordinary student, so there was no way I could get close to you. That’s why I chose this method."
"Nonsense—nngh! You just wanted some woman to play with! Haaah! Ngh…!"
The fierceness of her reaction, as intense as when she’d first been kissed by me, made me wonder if I might actually be able to catch her heart if I kept pushing in this direction.
"You like me too, don’t you? Your pussy’s squeezing me whenever I kiss you."
Thud! Thud! Thud!
"Nghaaah! Haaah, ah! Absolutely not… oogh!"
She denied it just as I expected, but she still couldn’t stop the moans.
I slowed my hips to give her room to breathe and speak.
"Look at the screen."
"…!"
Dania’s eyes widened when she looked at the TV.
There, beside the head of her image clinging to mine, floated a heart.
Inside it was written a number: 90 percent.
"Ninety percent… That’s impossible, haaah!"
"I heard no one had ever gotten above ninety percent before, and I honestly didn’t expect you to like me this much, Dania."
Which meant she was that worked up.
And it also meant my new strategy was paying off.
"Huff, the machine…! The machine is broken!"
"No, it’s accurate. My affection score is eighty percent too. I told you before, didn’t I? I like you."
"Kkh, liar…! Haaah!"
Despite her forceful denial, the moans spilling between her lips were sweeter than ever.
Seeing how fiercely she reacted even though my piston work had become gentler than before, I became certain and adjusted my posture to thrust properly again.
"If you don’t believe me, I’ll make you believe it with your body."
"What did you say—mmph!"
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
I stole her lips and began piston-fucking her with everything I had.
Dania’s pussy clamped down on me as though it meant to snap my cock in half, but my hips refused to yield and kept driving forward at a furious pace.
"Mmph! Mm! Mwah, mmmph!"
Stripped of any freedom to move, Dania could only keep moaning as her smaller frame struggled to take in my overflowing lust.
To make her understand that, in front of a man who’d made up his mind, she was nothing more than a female, I kept slamming her mound with my groin without pause.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Mmmph, chuup! Mmph… pwaaah! W-wait! My head feels weird!"
"I’m going to keep going until you accept my feelings."
"Ahhh! Haaah, ah! Oogh!"
I flattened her completely beneath me so that my mouth could reach her ear.
Feeling the soft press of her breasts and stomach rubbing against me, I whispered softly, "I love you, Dania."
"Haaah, ngh! Shut up—oogh!"
My voice was gentle, like I was speaking to a lover, but my piston was pounding like a beast.
And under that beastlike courtship, Dania let out beastlike cries of her own, while I didn’t stop whispering.
"I want you. I want to make you mine. I love you."
Of course, everything I’d said so far was a lie.
I’d decided to fuck Dania in order to get revenge on Selena.
But separate from that fact, I did want Dania.
Whatever my original goal had been, she was the kind of woman who could make a man want to possess her.
"Dania…."
Whether my confession, half truth and half lie, had reached her, or whether it was simply my full-force piston work, her inner folds started writhing and stimulating my cock all the harder.
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"I love you, Dania. Be my woman. Be my butler and mine alone."
It might have sounded romantic at a glance.
But with me pinning her down and fucking her like a beast, there was no way that kind of atmosphere could exist.
Dania’s female cries proved it too; the two of us looked far more like animals mating than lovers exchanging confessions.
"Oogh! Ngh… oogh. Haaah, ah! Haaah!"
At some point, Dania stopped answering at all and only moaned.
I wanted to taste her lips and tongue again, but I wanted even more to keep hearing those animal-like cries, so I didn’t.
When a woman was crying out like that because of me, it made me feel proud, as though my body were being acknowledged as that of a proper male.
And I, driven to the very peak of arousal, said nothing more and simply worked my hips harder.
The bed creaked.
Sticky slickness clung to my cock, then fell away with every stroke.
And over the top of my rough breathing rose Dania’s loud, vulgar moans.
Surrounded by sounds that held not the slightest trace of human reason, the climax I’d been holding back began pooling between my legs.
"Dania, I’m gonna cum!"
I shoved the tip as deep inside her as I could and flooded her with hot bursts of semen.
There was no way it could really have been that much, but it felt as though I was shooting so much cum the condom might burst.
"Haaahk! Nnggh! Oogh! Hoo… oogh!"
I stared hard at Dania’s face as she climaxed right along with me, as if we’d made a promise.
The way her eyes rolled back slightly and her tongue peeked out just a little was so lewd I couldn’t look away.
When I bent my upper body forward and pressed her down harder, the convulsions running through her tightly joined body came through my skin in full.
Following that sensation, I held her pinned until the spasms finally subsided, and only after she went quiet did I push myself up.
"Hah, haa… haa…."
"Dania. Look."
Still drifting in the afterglow of orgasm, Dania turned her head with a drained expression.
The number on the screen had changed to 100 percent, and as if celebrating, fireworks were going off with the embarrassingly cheesy message, "Body and soul: a match made in heaven!"
"One hundred…."
"Looks like we have to admit it now. That we love each other."
Honestly, I hadn’t expected it to hit 100 percent.
For sure, the internet had said no one had ever gotten to 90 percent.
In other words, while Dania was being held in my arms and listening to my confession, she’d gotten so worked up that the machine could no longer measure her accurately.
Come to think of it, by the end I’d been so out of it I couldn’t think of anything either and was just shaking my hips, so maybe it wasn’t completely impossible to understand.
"…."
Dania silently stared at the screen.
Her expression had become almost blank compared to before, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.
To be honest, I didn’t really think her heart had completely fallen to me just because of this.
A machine’s reading didn’t suddenly create affection where none had existed before.
But judging from Dania’s reaction when she’d heard my confession, it was obvious that something in her had shifted, unlike before when she’d despised me to the bone.
Just making her aware of that was already a major result.
Even as I thought that, Dania kept staring silently at the screen.
Her eyes were so deep I found myself unable to look away, and just as I was still watching her without meaning to,
"Dania?"
She suddenly shoved me away, got up, and left the bed.
Without a word, she headed for the dressing room, changed into her suit in the blink of an eye, and came back out.
Then, before I could even ask what the hell she was doing, she walked straight out the door.
"…Huh?"
There wasn’t a single person around to explain what was happening to me.
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Thud…!
"Haa, haa… haa…."
After the sound of the front door closing came the lock clicking shut.
And then Dania’s ragged breathing filled the room.
This was her dormitory room.
Because she normally stayed at the same house as her mistress, it had been a long time since she’d come here.
Still unable to get her breathing under control, Dania clutched her head with trembling hands.
There’s no way….
Again and again, the TV screen from the motel kept flashing through her mind.
The 100 percent that had stood boldly among all those fireworks, and the words "a match made in heaven."
No. Absolutely not.
As though denying the Ian who wasn’t even in front of her, she shook her head.
The machine must have been broken.
Otherwise, there was no way she could accept that number.
She despised that man more than anyone else in the world.
And yet why.
Why is my body trembling like this…?
Until just last night, she’d thought the reaction of her body to his forced pleasure was unavoidable.
When he held her, and even when he kissed her.
But after they’d lain together at the motel a little while ago, she’d realized it wasn’t just that.
Every time Ian kissed her, every time he confessed to her, her body shook with a force she couldn’t deny or explain away.
She knew.
She knew perfectly well that Ian’s words were lies.
That his love, that his claim that he’d wanted her from the beginning, were nothing but the devil’s whispers meant to deceive her.
And yet her body kept responding.
Trying to persuade her reason.
Even now, with her head full of nothing but confusion, she kept remembering his kisses and his whispers.
If I’d stayed there longer….
If she had, she would still be taking him in, panting beneath him.
Ian would keep whispering sweet words into her ear and tangling his tongue with hers so gently.
If that had happened.
Could she really have resisted him?
Even now, never mind later, could she honestly say with confidence that she hadn’t been about to fall for him?
She couldn’t answer no with any certainty.
Her will was that unstable.
"…."
Suddenly, Ian came to mind, alone back at the motel.
Had he been angered when she abruptly left his side?
Because she was in a position where he had leverage over her, it bothered her.
When she took out the phone in her pocket, she saw that he had already called her three times.
The unease only grew, and Dania touched the screen here and there with trembling fingers.
For some reason, speaking directly felt awkward, so the route she chose was a message instead of a call.
[I’m sorry.]
It was too brief, but with her mind feeling like it might split open from the overload, this was about the best apology she could manage.
Even after sending it, the sensation of being held by him just moments before kept heating her body again and again.
"Still… I have to hold out…."
The words slipped out without her meaning to speak them, but there was no longer the same strong resolve in her voice as before.
"…."
Lost in thought, her hand drifted soundlessly between her legs.
It was the first time in her life she’d touched her own sex for any reason other than training, and without even using a tool.
"Haaah…."
Rubbing herself through her suit pants was frustrating, so she undid the buttons and slipped her hand under her underwear.
As soon as she started fingering her clit, the pleasure she hadn’t fully been able to resolve came rushing back.
But in the end, the hand touching that aching place was her own, not his, and the emptiness and hollowness followed her only after the fact.
Still, she couldn’t stop.
The tingling in her lower belly was too hot to suppress with reason alone, so she kept wanting to settle it with her fingers, even if only a little.
For a while, sweet sounds filled the room, and fortunately, there was no one there to hear them except her.
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