Chapter 340.

Chapter 340.

Chapter 340. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: Spending the Night with Yuna. (5/5)

“Since I’m here I can help you out with your shower.”

“Help me out? Aren’t you the one who needs a hand here?” She peeked over her shoulder, then grinned at me as her eyes shot down in the direction of my lower body.

She pushed her rear out and bumped into me pushing my morning wood up against the crack between her cheeks from behind.

“Well, we can both help clean each other.”

I wrapped my arms around her from behind and lathered her body with soap.

“Hey, if you’re going to help me wash my body, don’t forget to clean between my thighs, it might be a bit hard to reach though.”

She tiptoed and placed her hands against the wall in front of her.

“Oh? It’s hard to reach? What a coincidence, I have the perfect tool for the job. It’s just the right height too.”

“Haha, is it?”

I slit my erection between her inner thighs, placed my hands on the side of her outer thighs, and squeezed them together.

“You’re right, your tool really is perfect for the job. Hah~” A heated moan inadvertently slipped out as she said that.

Slipping in and out between two heavenly soft thighs the water bombarded us from above. Her pants were drowned out amidst the water that hit our bodies and landed on the ground. It flowed down her womanly curves, down her glossy, wet, black hair, over the front of her breasts cupped in the palm of my hands.

Grinding it against the entrance of the slit between her legs while massaging her all over was enough to make her climax. It was testament to how inexperienced and sensitive her body still was.

“You didn’t even finish yet, what’s with this? It’s unfair. In all the stories I’ve read, the guy blew his load before the girl climaxed.”

“Well, you’re still pretty inexperienced.”

“Experience is really the problem here?”

“Yeah.” I naturally didn’t tell her it’s because her body’s overly sensitive. For someone with a developed imagination like her, she experienced things very differently compared to others. Writing caused you to vividly picture and imagine what everything felt like. You needed to be able to do so to convey it properly in words.

To feel something without it actually happening, you had to be able to form a solid concrete image of it in your mind. She had all sorts of things running through her head when touching her which amplified the sensations she felt. She was unconsciously engraving those sensations and feelings deep into memories so she’d be able to use those experiences later on. Every little minor detail became something big to her. Her mind would hone in on it and amplify it severalfold.

“If experience is really the issue, keep going.”

“As you wish.” Internally, an evil grin floated through my mind.

...

Yuna was currently sprawled out on the bed flat, completely exhausted. In the end, our little battle inside the shower this morning yielded a result of three to one in my favor. It was a crushing defeat for her and she could hardly stand on her feet. I had to carry her out of the shower back to the bed.

It seemed I’d taken things a bit too far.

To make up for it, I’d been tasked with drying her hair and body off with a small hand towel she had in her handbag. It took a while to dry her hair because of how long it was, but after a few trips to the sink to wring out all the water the hand towel soaked up, I eventually got it dry enough.

“You’re awful, you know that?” When Yuna finally caught her breath, she looked up at me with judgemental eyes and complained reproachfully.

“Sorry about that.”

“Haaaah. It’s my own fault for not knowing better. Men are wolves.”

“Yes... this is... a rather embarrassing problem to have.”

“It’s not just embarrassing, they may try to confiscate the security deposit using this as an excuse.”

“Well sorry for being a virgin. Really though, is my virginity worth less than a hundred dollars to you? Don’t you think this is a pretty cheap price to pay for it?”

“I am not getting conned out of a hundred dollars for this. I’m fine with being the one scamming, but I can’t stand being the one getting scammed.”

“Your cheapness truly knows no limits.”

“Of course.”

“So? What’s your plan to get all your money back?”

“There’s only one thing I can do.”

“That is?”

“I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, answer my question. What are you taking it with you for?”

“I’m going to try selling it for a hundred dollars. I’m sure there are some sick degenerate perverts out there who’d be interested.”

Suddenly rejuvenated, Yuna vigorously jumped off the bed and grabbed my arm to stop me from opening the door.

“Say that again? What do you plan to do with that?”

“I’m selling some bloody sheets to make some money. You got a problem with that?”

“Yes, I’ve got a big problem with that actually. Especially when the bloody in bloody sheets doesn’t mean bloody sheets.”

“Hahaha. Isn’t English a funny language?”

“Like hell it is. This isn’t even remotely funny. You sell that, and even if I like you, I’ll murder you then kill myself immediately after.”

“Relax, it was just a little joke. I’m not really selling it.”

“Do you really think I’d believe a scammer?”

“I swear, I really won’t. I just wanted to see your reaction. It was definitely worth it to see my usually cool and composed coworker freaking out over something.”

“You better not even think of selling that to some perverted guy. If you do, it definitely won’t end well for you.”

“I get it. I promise I won’t, so can you let me go now? I’m just planning to get this thoroughly washed with bleach.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I saw on this motel’s website that some rooms have a washing machine and dryer in the unit. I’m just going to find someone who’s staying in one of those units, that’s all.”

“Oh, so that’s what your plan was. Say so sooner, you jerk.” She squeezed my wrist and glared at me intensely.

“If you stare at me so passionately and refuse to let go of my wrist, I might misunderstand and think you’re up for another round already.”

“Hmph! Who’d let you trick them into doing that again?” She released her hold on my wrist. When she abruptly turned away, her hair rose up and whipped me on the arm. She seated herself back down on the bed, crossed her legs below bed-level in a defensive on-guard fashion before she retrieved her phone and started fiddling with it.

Now that she was ignoring me, I was free to leave. I turned the doorknob, opened the door, and stepped outside.