Sitting down on her bed, he spread open his legs, allowing her to kneel in between them as if that place was her home.
Releasing the grip she had on his balls, she returned to the rod that she had grown accustomed to sucking.
Gugh! Gugh!
'My body feels so warm. All of it… It's sensitive and tender.' It didn't even occur to her what the nature of her thoughts was.
Yasuo had to grind his teeth together and muster up the strength he needed to fight back another groan that nearly left his mouth.
"Ack!"
She placed her hands on his thighs for support but he pointed at them and said, "Let go of my thighs. Take your hands off."
Doing as he ordered, he placed her hands back down on the ground.
Grabbing her head, he pressed down and she swallowed him up — all the way down to the bottom of his shaft.
"Very good. Who's my bitch?" he asked.
She didn't respond which was understandable since her entire throat was clogged.
But still, he asked again, "Who's my bitch? Who's my dirty whore?"
Starting to choke on the meat that was suppressing her airflow, Shinju clenched tightly on the carpet below her and with a barely understandable voice, she responded, "Me. I am."
Letting go of her head, he looked at her as she caught her breath. There was a snot bubble in her nostril, and saliva had trickled all the way down her chin, her neck, and was resting between her boobs.
Reaching out, he wiped away some of the drool on her chin. The liquid felt wet, slippery, and warm between his fingers.
Shinju was shaking as a hot and breathy sigh left her mouth. Her hands had dropped limp to her sides as she leaned backwards, her eyes looking up at the ceiling.
Each breath she took, it felt like sweet music that caused his cock to throb and ache even more.
Gripping her face, he brought her gaze back to him.
As her face was being held, Shinju's mind couldn't even recall what their relationship was anymore. The fact that he was her boyfriend's bully — all of that had vanished.
All that she could think about was how she was nothing more than a mindless, needy, dirty little whore who wanted another taste of his cock. She wanted his member to fill up her throat, to drag out her air, and to satisfy that sensation she felt tingling throughout her body.
"Daddy," she called out to him with a pet name that he hadn't even asked her to do. "I'm your bitch Daddy. I want to suck your cock. Please… let me suck your cock."
Yasuo was stunned by what he had just heard. How much could one person's switch be flipped?
Where had this innocent girl even heard of the concept of a girl calling a man "daddy"? It wasn't even a common thing where they lived. It was more of a Western concept.
"...Hah. Who's my bitch?"
"I am."
"Who's my whore?"
"Me. I'm your dirty whore."
"Who wants another taste of this penis?"
"I do. Ack! Ack!"
He had shoved his penis back inside her warm and sloppy mouth; it felt like he had brought his member inside a comfortable and relaxing spa.
"That's right. You're my dirty whore. Good girl. Good girl," he repeated.
He could feel her warm breath against his skin. He could see her face starting to burn up as the flames of ecstasy enveloped her.
Pulling out his cop, he tapped it all around her face.
Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap.
"Call me Daddy again."
"Daddy. Gugh~ Gugh! Ack!"
"Spit on my dick."
She spat but missed. The saliva hit his hand instead.
Pressing her palm against her lips, he said, "You missed. Clean this up."
He watched as her tongue licked every corner of his hand. No crevice was left untouched. No finger was left unsucked.
Then, once she collected all the spit, she stuck out her tongue and allowed it to flow down onto his shaft.
This action of hers was so erotic that his cock bounched a few times in excitement.
"I can't hold back any longer," he said in his low voice. He gripped her boob and then slapped it. "Take off your pants and underwear."
As he watched her take the items off without standing up, he also did the same with his pants and drawls that had been hanging below his knees the entire time.
'She's completely forgotten who I am. She doesn't even remember why she's doing this. Why she's giving up her body.'
The original purpose was to save her boyfriend from his bullying.
But now, that didn't even cross her mind.
'She's listening to me so obediently as if I'm her boyfriend,' he scoffed.
Once the two of them were both completely naked, he made her stand still and straight in front of him so that he could admire the view.
Shinju listened and stood there, her breath heavy and desperate.
'It's like her body was sculpted by the horniest sculptor to ever exist. Thank you for the hard work though. I appreciate all the tiny details you made.'
Her purple hair draped over her shoulders.
The color of her carpet matched the drapes, and contrary to what he expected, her pubic hair wasn't a mess. It wasn't completely bare either though as it was trimmed into the shape of a tiny upside-down triangle.
Standing up from the bed, he approached her. His large frame overshadowed her entire body.
Stepping behind her, she could feel his warm throbbing rob press against her back. It made her nervously gulp.
She felt a hand slide between her legs.
Yasuo could feel her skin. It was burning and the slippery fluid being released by her hole traveled down her inner thighs.
As he rubbed it gently, she gave an involuntary moan and her legs spread open on their own.
"Slut," he said. "Lie down on the bed. You know what's coming next, don't you?"