Chapter 14: 14
"Yes, but all our activities will be recorded as video. Are you still interested? Or should I look for another person to satisfy me?"
For a split second, she was lost for words. Most girls would flinch at such a demand. But Zumi... she quickly regained her composure, flaunting her nipples even more. "Well... if that’s the case..." She tapped her index manicured finger on her pierced belly button "Since I’ll be availing myself to something I usually don’t do, you’ll have to pay an extra ¥10,000."
Shameless. Bold. Exactly the type Roku kept around while he had a wife at home. I smirked, enjoying how shameless she grew when figures increased. "Send me your account details now."
Zumi’s eyes lit up as she heard the magic word despite having doubts if I would be able to pay it or I was bluffing. Me, bluff? I had over ¥500,000 left after buying an expensive suit, of course women were second on my lift. She called it out quickly, even adding the bank name.
Pulling out my phone, I opened PayPay and, with a few taps, wired her ¥80,000. The buzz of her phone vibrated in her undressed clothing on the ground and her eyes widened as she read the notification off the phone screen. "¥80,000?!" She blinked at me. "The full package was sixty, plus ten for the video request... that’s seventy."
"Keep the change," I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket. "It can become regular... if you deliver well tonight." Her lips parted, searching for words to express her gratitude "Kaito-kun... I’ll make sure you never want anyone else."
She crawled onto the bed in a flash. "Come, sir," She whispered, patting the sheets. "Let me show you what you paid for." I didn’t rush. I loosened my tie, shrugging out of my jacket, letting her hunger build as she watched. Her eyes followed every move, biting her lip when my shirt came off, her nipples already hard and begging for attention.
"You’re staring like you’ve never had premium service before," I teased.
She giggled softly, flipping her hair back. "Not like this. You’re... different. Rich men are usually impatient, but you..." she dragged her hand slowly down her stomach, slipping between her legs with a low moan, "I can see you are a man of control. You love your women submissive, don’t you?"
She was sure to make sure her legs were fully stretched apart, part of her clit erect in front of me. "Correct," I said, climbing onto the bed, pinning her wrists above her head in one smooth motion. "And tonight, I’ll show you how control feels."
Her breath hitched. "Mmm... then take me. Make me your regular, sir."
I kissed her rough, claiming her mouth while grinding my hips against her bare slit. She gasped when she felt how hard I was already. "So thick..." she moaned.
I slid down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her arch. Her back curved beautifully, her moans spilling louder the more my tongue teased her.
When my fingers finally slid between her thighs, she was drenched. "Already this wet?" I smirked, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
She bucked against me, shameless. "Yes! Yes, I’m ready—please, fuck me!"
I pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes. "Beg properly, Zumi. If you want to be my regular... prove it." Her cheeks flushed, but she spread her legs wider.
"Please, sir. Please fuck this slutty pussy. Make me yours. I’ll do anything if you keep coming back to me."
That was all I needed. I slammed into her in one thrust, and her scream echoed in the velvet room. Her nails clawed at the sheets as I pounded her relentlessly, the bed creaking beneath us.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growled in her ear.
"Yes—ahh—yes, harder! Don’t stop, sir!" she cried, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper.
"Cum for me," I ordered, hand gripping her throat lightly. Her eyes rolled back, body trembling softly as she came, juices soaking the sheets. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it, making her whimper until she collapsed beneath me. When I finally released inside her, she gasped, clutching onto me. "You’re... incredible... please, don’t go to anyone else. I’ll be anything you want, sir."
I smirked, brushing her sweaty hair back. "We’ll see. Tonight was just your audition. Pass every time... and maybe you’ll earn me as your regular." Her body was still trembling, sweat sticking her hair to her flushed cheeks as she lay sprawled against me. I traced lazy circles on her thigh, my cock still buried inside her, keeping her locked under me.
"Zumi..." I whispered in her ear. "Or... what do you think I should call you?"
She giggled weakly, biting her lip. "Mmm, call me your little cumslut. Or your whore. I like it dirty, Master."
I grinned, tightening my grip on her ass. "Cumslut, huh? You wear it well."
"Master... what did you want to say?"
I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "You know to be my regular... no man must fuck you. You’re mine. Exclusively. Or... are you seeing someone?" She shook her head quickly, raising two fingers like she was swearing in court.
"No, Master! I swear to Buddha, I’m not seeing anyone." I raised an eyebrow, letting the silence drag until she squirmed. And that’s when her tongue slipped.
"Well..." she mumbled, nervously licking her lips. "There is only one... married loser. Roku. A CEO of Kenshao Company. He pays me ¥100,000 just to keep me company." Zumi cuddled closer to me, whispering sweetly, "But... if you want, I can get rid of him. Just double it up, Master, and I’ll be yours only. No Roku. No one else. Just you."
I chuckled softly, running my hand down her back, tracing her spine. "Mm... double it, huh? That’s tempting. But first, tell me about this Roku."
Her head lifted immediately, her lips curling into a smug grin like she had just won the jackpot. She loved talking, I could see it in her eyes. "Roku?" She gave a little giggle, kissing my chest. "Ah, Master, you’ll laugh when you hear it. He’s such a pitiful man."
I kept stroking her softly, encouraging her to keep going. "Pitiful, how?"
She rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "He’s married... but he doesn’t even love his wife. Poor thing is a wreck, especially after she gave birth to his first son. Her body’s all ruined, stretch marks, saggy skin, no beauty left. She disgusts him."
I hid my smirk behind a thoughtful hum. "So... he comes to you instead."
Zumi nodded eagerly, pressing closer to me. "Exactly, Master. Every time he looks at her, he gets sick. So he sneaks here, to me, to get his release. He pays me ¥100,000 like it’s pocket change, just so I can moan his name while he pretends to be a real man again."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost bragging. "But you... mmh, you’re different. Stronger, bigger, richer-looking. I’d give up Roku in a heartbeat if you keep me satisfied." I kissed her shoulder lightly, though inside I was laughing.
’Perfect. She just gave me every weapon I need to gut Roku alive.’