Chapter 342.

Chapter 342.

Chapter 342. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: A Chat with the Prostitute in the Morning. (2/8)

When I got back to the prostitute’s room and opened the door, I stiffened up.

“Oh, you’re back already? That was quick.”

“You’re just going to continue?”

“Yeah, I said I was still horny, didn’t I? If you’re not going to give me a hand, I’ve just got to do it myself. Ah~”

She was pleasuring herself with a large silicone dildo in her right hand and drinking beer out of the bottle in her left hand. That was the sight I’d been met with as soon as I opened the door. She was dual-wielding degeneracy, I’d never seen such an efficient method to become a degenerate before. She was no doubt a master.

“What’re you standing around for? Didn’t you say you were going to clean? Could it be you’re suddenly in the mood to stick it in?”

“Not at all.”

I closed the door on my way in then waved one of the garbage bags up and down until it was fully inflated with air and let out a crisp snap from expanding.

“You’re seriously going to clean?”

“Yeah.”

I started by picking up the empty glass bottles on the ground and carefully lowering them into the bag to avoid them shattering.

“Somehow, being ignored like this by a guy cleaning my room while I pleasure myself is just making me hornier.”

“If that’s getting you off, you definitely have a problem. You should go see a doctor and see if he can prescribe something to fix your degeneracy problem.”

“You’re calling me a degenerate now?”

“If you aren’t a degenerate, nobody is one.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. Oh fuck~”

“Are you... seriously getting off to this?”

“Does it look like I’m some sort of pervert who enjoys being talked down to?”

“You must be stupid if you even have to ask.”

“Hah~ hah~ hah~ it really is getting me off~”

She started thrusting it in and out faster than before.

“Your eyes aren’t bad either ah~”

Unable to watch any further I ignored her and continued filling up the garbage bags with all the garbage she had laying about. Ten minutes into cleaning up I heard, “Fuck me, I’m cumming~”

My eyes were drawn to the bed. Her legs were bent and her ass was elevated and pushed up off the bed. The large dildo was inserted all the way to the base. Her legs trembled as her waist moved up and down. A wave rippled down her body to her chest as she maintained that state throughout the entirety of her orgasm.

When it was over her ass sank back down to the bed. Our eyes met and when they did she started thrusting the dildo in and out again. She had the look of a carnivore eying her unsuspecting prey.

I stood up and took a look.

“Try it again.”

She pinched the area above the shoulder and the bottom of the hem.

“You’re pinching it in the wrong place.”

I grabbed her right hand and moved it down to below the region under the sleeve. I then grabbed her left hand and moved it over to above the shoulder area. After that, I pulled her hands apart. I then moved her hands away from us while lowering the piece of clothing back to the bed. When it touched the bed I brought her hands back toward her and let the shirt fold in on itself.

Without realizing it, I ended up in a position where I was holding her hands on top of her lap from behind. When I became conscious of it, I quickly released her hands and explained, “There, you did it. That’s all you need to do. Try it again.”

“Uh... yeah. I think I got it.”

I picked up another top from the ground and handed it over to her. She gave it another try and she got it on her first attempt.

“Wow, it really was that easy when you know how to do it.”

“Yeah, so since you know how to do it now, why don’t you help a bit with cleaning up by folding your clothes?”

I picked up all her clothes and dumped them on her bed in one big pile.

“Uh... aren’t you grossed out from touching my clothes? They’re dirty, you know. Guys-”

“Don’t care. Nothing some soap and water can’t take care of. As long as I wash my hands before I eat, that's all that matters.”

“Hahaha, is that so?”

“Yeah. Finally, a normal conversation.”

“You consider this a normal conversation?”

“It’s at least better than what it was before.”

“You’re pretty weird.”

“Yeah? Well, I think you’re the weird one here. While we’re on this subject, do you mind putting something on if you’re not going to keep playing with yourself?”

“What? Are you finding it harder to control yourself and you’re afraid you might lose to lust?”

I raised a brow and responded, “No. I simply prefer to reserve talking to naked women for pillow talk.”

“What the hell? Well, whatever, I guess. It’s not like I’m in the mood to get myself off anymore.” She pulled a one-piece over her head. It was one that dipped low over one shoulder but covered the other. It was long enough to cover her body down to mid-thigh level.

I continued cleaning up the rest of the room while she took care of folding her clothes. She finished her little task before I finished cleaning so she laid down on the bed with her back to the ceiling. Her head was tilted to the side and stared at me while I continued to clean.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m perfectly normal."

“... you’re not normal at all. Normal guys are always more than happy to fuck.”

“...” I didn’t know what to say. I felt like she was right. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who blabbers on bullshit like, ‘I’m not like other guys.’ Because I wasn’t, I was just a normal guy as far as I was concerned. There wasn’t anything extraordinary about me. I was extremely average at everything I’d ever done in life. I could become good at something to the point I was competent, but I could never become a master in any field. As they say, a jack of all trades, a master of none.