Leon's POV
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"W-Wait...! Aaah, yaaahn, aaaah!"
Amy's tongue worked slowly, deliberately, as she licked along the connection between Charlotte and me. She traced her way from the base of my cock and over my balls, right up to the entrance of Charlotte's soaked pussy. Her pace was lazy, but that was just Amy's way—slow and steady.
"L-Leon, stop herrrrr! Yaaaaahnnn~!" Charlotte begged, her voice trembling.
It seemed like the slower Amy went, though, the more Charlotte felt every single lick.
But I wasn't about to stop. Instead of responding, I thrust my dick upward.
"Fuhiiiiiiiiiiiiii?!"
Amy's tongue traced Charlotte's trembling folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke adding fuel to the fire as I thrust my dick upward, the force making her body jerk with every plunge. Charlotte's dress, once pristine, now clung to her skin, drenched by the sheer volume of fluids that coated her thighs and dripped down in sticky rivulets.
"Aaaaah, aaaah, n-nooo, aaah, ahhh, ahhhhh~!"
I didn't let up, driving my dick deeper into her, feeling the tight ring of muscle inside her quiver the moment the tip of my cock touched it. The sensation was intense, like the elastic muscle was stretching to its limit, almost as if I was tearing something apart.
"Aaah, n-nooo...! T-Too deep...! I can't...! You're ripping me...!"
As much as she wanted to resist, her body refused to comply. She frowned, trying to fight back, but her struggles were in vain as I kept thrusting my dick upward. The wet slickness of her pussy only intensified with each thrust, her juices spilling out more and more as I continued to fuck her relentlessly.
"I-It hurts... You're hurting me, Leon...!" she whimpered.
The sounds of deepthroating filled the small cubicle—the wet, desperate choking, and the constant drip of saliva hitting the floor. I kept thrusting, fucking her throat relentlessly, until I finally unleashed all the pent-up semen from fucking Charlotte earlier.
As I pulled out, Amy immediately opened her mouth to show me the aftermath. Her throat was completely empty—she had swallowed every drop of cum.
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Charlotte's POV
I woke up in a room that was unmistakably my dorm room at the academy. Everything was in its place, but the room felt emptier than I remembered. I'd been forced to sell off much of my stuff; once, my space had been filled with the trappings of prestige and comfort, but now, it was stark and reduced.
One thing caught my eye that shouldn't have been there: the white one-piece dress Leon had insisted I wear for our date. It hung on a hanger by the drawer, its delicate fabric swaying slightly. I looked down at myself and saw that I wasn't naked, as I'd feared. Instead, I was dressed in a new set of clothes—a present from my father on my 18th birthday, given to me the moment I received my skill.
"He must have changed me," I muttered to myself. There wasn't much embarrassment in the thought; after all, he had seen every inch of my body and done whatever he pleased with it. At this point, feeling embarrassed seemed pointless.
My eyes drifted to something new in the room—a stool placed deliberately near the bed, with a letter resting on top. I swung my legs out of bed, but the moment my feet touched the floor, my legs quivered. He'd been rough with me earlier, so much so that my legs were still trembling from the intensity.
Despite the unsteady feeling, I pushed forward, taking slow, tentative steps across the room. My legs shook with every movement, but I finally made it to the stool. With a deep breath, I reached out and picked up the letter.
I unfolded the letter and began to read. As the words sank in, a frown creased my face.
"Your service today was mediocre at best. But it did feel good to me, so I won't rate you too harshly this time. However, next time, I expect you not to fall unconscious while you're servicing me."
"This man..." I growled, crumpling the letter tightly in my hand, the paper bending under my grip.
Next to it was a receipt indicating that there were still four more sessions I had to endure with him.
I hoped that by the time these sessions ended, I wouldn't be swayed by his dominance.