Ikenami's head hurt. Her eyes opened to a blurred world and the pulsing of her headache made it hard to move. What happened? She tried moving a hand to her headache but for whatever reason she couldn't. She tried again, putting what little strength she could into the motion. Again her arms stayed. She shook her head to try and clear her vision but the blur persisted. She pulled hard again, then again, worry beginning to infest her clouded mind. With limited eyesight she traced her left arm up from the shoulder. Out of the unfocused world around her she could scarce make out the unmistakable outline of handcuffs. She pulled hard, turning panicked to her right arm. She was on her back, both wrists cuffed to the far ends of her headboard. She felt sticky, her thighs sore. Did he drug me? She thought, thinking back to her glass of wine as her eyes traced down her chest. That fucking pervert! I'll kill him that evil pig! She was still in her swimsuit. Oh God, she thought. She stared up into the clearing lines of the ceiling in despair. Where are you Asagi? I need you...
Ikenami felt a tingle at her right and at it, snapped her head to the doorway. Even through a smearing sightline she could make out Okobu's silhouette in the doorway, hands propped at his hips. She pulled again at her hands, whining as the strain of her wrists pressing into steel dug fresh cuts into her. As her vision cleared she saw he was naked.
"Good morning," he chimed. He stretched his arms as he glowered down on her. "Lovely day, hm?"
Ikenami watched, petrified but with what she couldn't place. She shrunk back as far as she could into the comforter and he sat himself down on the side of her bed.
"Weather's always lovely this time of year, don't you agree?"
Ikenami shut her eyes tight. "Let me go."
He put a hand to her thigh. She pulled it away but he squeezed it firm, forcing it still as he massaged up and down its length. Okobu's hands felt rough against her skin. "What sports do you play?" He teased, squeezing as close to the thin base of her swimsuit as he could.
She squealed, moving it up and to the side but as she did the clever Okobu snuck aged fingers up and into her. She bit down hard on her lip as he toyed away at it. "Please," she begged once his fingers left. "Sir I'm begging you." To her horror Okobu straddled her chest, squirming weakly as his weight forced air out of her.
"Please what?"
Ikenami glared at him, pulling violently at her wrists. She stopped as his hands wrapped around her smoothed arms, running the length of them as he stared longingly into her eyes. She could feel him getting hard. Asagi...
"You never answered my question," he teased, sliding his hands back to her breasts. She didn't answer so he squeezed, watching with newfound joy as her squirming ceased. "That's very rude you know?"
Ikenami's eyes narrowed, fixed to the growing cock emerging out from between her breasts. She shut her eyes tight as he began moving it back and forth, laughing at her as it grew. It grazed her chin and her body shuddered.
"Oops," he joked. He let go of her breasts and for a moment got up, giving the Taimanin a chance to catch her breath.
To her horror she watched as he turned, hands parting her thighs with ease as his stiffening cock lowered to her lips. "Please sir," she whimpered, shutting her lips just in time. She let out a horrified whimper as his cock mashed into her closed lips.
"Open sesame," he hissed, one hand prying into her pussy as the other reached around into her ass.
Ikenami's mouth opened on command and on cue in went the cock. She gasped for air but found only a now all too familiar taste. Her hips bucked but that only forced fat fingers deeper into her. In a fight for air and to yell her tongue and throat massaged up and down every part of his cock. Her whole body wriggled, at every twist feeling some part of him dig in deeper. His fingers greedily prying away in inescapable motions, his cock growing at every strained swallow and his horrid laugh. I'm gonna break....
Ikenami's body squirmed beneath him and in response he sent his cock down further, letting out a sigh of delight as he felt it stall against the lining of her throat. The thrusting of her hips was doing all the work for him hands-wise so he removed the hand in her ass and ran it greedily up and down her thighs. Once he'd felt every part of them he slapped her inner thighs hard, making her legs kick and spread wide for his greedy hand.
Why me? Ikenami thought, gagging violently as her whole body strained. Her throat hurt, tongue wrapping around the sweaty taste of his cock at every turn, his hands prying away at her pussy and her ears filled with the sound of his laughter. Asagi where are you?
Then he stopped, leaving Ikenami with a clap to her inner thigh as he moved to the desk. Her phone was ringing. "Asagi!" He chimed, straddling the young Taimanin again.
Ikenami felt the diametric fires of hope and worry as he flapped his cock against her lips. Her heart felt like it might leap right out of her chest and she pursed them tight in defiance.
He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at her, sternly. "Suck."
In spite of herself Ikenami obliged, lips and tongue straining to take as much of it as she could, finding barely more than the tip in range. Why am I not screaming? She thought. No. She can't know what I've done. I'd never become a Taimanin and then what would become of me....
"Oh she's been great," he said. He smiled at her as she continued sucking. Her head was moving back and forth fast, pursed lips not daring to let him soften. "Oh, no problems." His free hand ran slowly down the length of her face. "Nothing this one hasn't been able to handle. She's a dear. So you'll be here when?"
Ikenami felt the tides of worry start to snuff that spark of hope but dared not stop. Don't worry, this is Asagi we're talking about. She won't fail me. She can't. She'll be here. Any second now.
"Oh that's okay," he said, toothy grin widening. "Oh, I think she's coming now," he hissed as his load burst, flowing out through her lips and onto her suit and sheets. He got up and momentarily set the phone down by her head. "You've made a mess," he scolded as the young Taimanin coughed up more. "We won't have more of that." He smiled at her as he put it on speaker, setting it down by the Taimanin's head.
"Ikenami?"
"Asagi!" She panted. She hoped the desperation in her voice wasn't too evident but why she hoped for that she dared not wonder.
"Yes," Asagi said, clearly taken by the speed and volume with which the girl had answered. "How are things?"
Okobu was staring at her from the doorway, stretching menacingly as once more his cock grew. Ikenami rid her lips of whatever semen remained with a lick. "Fine," she said.
"Fine?"
"Good, y-yeah, yes, good." She could feel butterflies rising in her chest as Okobu's hungry eyes traced her. He'd started to masturbate and at the sight Ikenami shut her eyes tight, turning towards the ceiling to rid him from sight.
"Oh?" Asagi answered. "Well, good. Anything to report?"
Ikenami swallowed hard. She wanted more than anything to tell her about what Okobu had done. For Asagi, no, anyone to save her. "A goblin," she said after much deliberation. He was a congressman after all. Even if she did say, what would happen? Asagi was busy. The city itself was in danger. Her mission was simple. I'm alone, she thought. Stay strong, Ikenami. St-
"A goblin?"
"Y-yesterday. A scout," Ikenami said. "One of Oboro's I think. I was unarmed when I found it but it didn't make it to the homestead." Ikenami risked one look Okobu's way. He was hard again, circling her like a shark as he drew near. "When are you coming?" She asked. "I thought you would come for me yesterday. I..."
Asagi could now clearly hear some form of desperation in the girl's voice but couldn't quite place it. Ikenami swallowed hard, eyes fixed to Okobu's cock. "We found Oboro," she said.
Asagi assumed a seat on her bunk bed. They'd holed up in a warehouse they'd purchased a few years back. Asagi was still hoping to use it to train future recruits once the prime minister's funds came in. But for now, it was a good, unassuming place to stay on the other end of town. "No sign of Ingrid," she said. "We plugged the hole, not before those bastards raised all sorts of Hell." Asagi didn't know whether to laugh or weep. Such a sight was all too familiar at this point. Any tears would've been exclusively for show. Ikenami knew. She knew what was at stake. She'd considered bringing her on with Sakura's detachment but thought it would be a waste throwing such a promising individual to the front so soon. "Be sure to inform me of any further activity."
"Are you close?"
"To what?" Asagi sort of chuckled but at the lack of response a sense of worry started to eat at her.
"Did you catch her?"
"Catch her?" Asagi more said than asked. "Oboro doesn't come alone. Cowards never do. There are more demons here than I thought. A second breach." Asagi leant over to her sword, feeling beneath the bed for her blade sharpener. "I was going to send Sakura to replace you but Ingrid is cunning. In all honesty I think we're going to need you to spend the whole of next week." The sound of the warehouse's only door creaking open caught Asagi's attention. It was Yukikaze. She was running, trail of sparks lighting the passing air. "Sorry, I know this is a lot to ask and you've more than earned your place in the field. I have to go. Stay strong Ren Ikenami. I'll tell your school."
As Asagi hung up Ikenami felt the full weight of despair. She turned to the doorway and at once her soft blue eyes met a near inhuman grin. Ikenami tried her shackles again. From between his approaching thighs she could see the sunlight, watching it disappear beneath his girth.
This time Okobu didn't straddle the Taimanin, he lay down on her, placing tender hands to both sides of her face.
She could feel his cock between her thighs, every time she tried pressing them together making him harder. "Please," she pleaded. Her soft eyes met his but in them found only hunger.
Okobu ran his greedy tongue up the length of her neck. His hips had started thrusting gently between her thighs. "You made a mess," he scolded, giving her lips a long, tongue filled kiss. "I told you that can't happen, right?" He moved a hand to the thin strap of swimsuit between them and slowly pulled it to the side. His grin widened as the Taimanin whimpered, shutting her eyes tight as her thighs pressed in around his cock. "Who do you think I am?" He hissed, parting them in one strong push and slamming his cock up into the poor Taimanin.
"Oh!" She moaned, head lulling back as his hips rocked her body harder and harder. Ikenami's thighs spread wide for him as he pounded her, head thrown back into the bars of her headboard every time he thrust. His greedy lips devoured her and his hands pulverized her freshly unveiled breasts. Her ears rang with the rhythmic clap of balls and every time he thrust in she could feel herself starting to lose it. He was strong, and as vile as he was she knew she could've taken him. She'd been trained to fight demons, not oddly muscular old people. Why didn't I just take those damn daggers? Her mind screamed. I can kill him. But...His lips and hands left as he thrust in harder than before and she let out a loud, unrestrained moan. She knew he could hear the ecstacy in her voice, she couldn't hide it, and as her body wailed, head lulling side to side to finally let it all out, her face flush with embarrassment.
Still as far into her as he could be, Okobu moved his face as close to hers as he could without their lips touching. "You want out of those, right?" He asked, briefly flicking eyes to her shackles.
Ikenami nodded weakly. She was sweating bullets and had to restrain herself from gagging at the taste of his breath.
"Good," he hissed, lightly choking the young Taimanin. He relished the feel of her athlete thighs wriggling uselessly about the air, hips rocking side to side as she strained to take more of his cock. "Well, let's make a deal shall we?" He briefly pulled out only to slam it in again, trying to find just how far into her he could go.
"What deal?" Ikenami wheesed as hungry lips made sweet slurpy popping sounds of her neck.
"You call me master. I uncuff you."
Ikenami glared at him, hard eyes softening as he thrust in once more, making her whole body shudder at his strength. "Th-that's not fair," she whimpered.
"Well?" He hissed.
"Oh," she whined as his cock rammed in again and her head rolled back, eyes rolling with them. I won't!
Again he shoved in deep and held his position as he looked long into Ikenami's eyes.
I can't...A weak fire of defiance still burned amidst those pretty blue eyes but with only a few more forceful thrusts it was gone. As he watched her eyes glaze over, rolling back up into her head as her perfect lips mouthed 'more.' He moved his hips side to side, digging further into Ikenami than he'd ever been.
"Y-yes," she moaned. For a moment no one moved, just the shivering of fear in her eyes. Then she felt his hips starting to move again.
"Yes what?" He hissed, hands pressing in a little harder in around her neck. He thrust hard again, slamming her backwards with all he had yet the words stayed fast to edge of her tongue.
Ikenami gagged, straining to find the strength to speak. "Yes master!"
Okobu laughed as his hips rocked faster and faster, each thrust slamming her hard into the headboard. His sweaty hands tightened around her neck as his lips rose off of hers to get a better view. "What do you call me!?" He roared, relishing in the sight of her perfect body slamming hard into metal bars at his will, the feeling of her hips and thighs still squirming with whatever morsels of once swollen pride remained as he plowed deeper and deeper into her and the feel of her throat sliding around desperately between his hands as she took in what little air she could.
"Master," she whined, eyes rolling back up into her head as he fucked her harder and harder.
"Say it again!"
"Master," she cried.
"Louder!"
Ikenami swallowed whatever was left of her pride and screamed at the top of her lung. "Yes master!"
My voice...
And at the words, he came. She felt the shackles release but, too weak to move, let her arms flop limp at either side.
He took her head in his hands, cock still as deep as it was before he'd burst. "Kiss me," he said and to his surprise she did. Tongue and all. He pulled hard at various tufts of her soft hair but she dared not stop. He was getting hard again. She could feel it. His lips left hers, hips slowly, mechanically restarting that rhythmic thrust. Her blue eyes trembled, stiffening him even faster as he strained to fuck the young Taimanin just one more time. He was exhausted, muscles weakened from all the sex. But this was it. He could feel it, so still he surged on, her uncontrollable wails of pleasure urging him ever onward. She was his.
"Please master," she whimpered, tongue dangling out one side of her mouth as the force of his unstoppable hips racked her body. Her thighs spread wide with unknown strength, desire, a splits in the air as he plunged into her again and again. He was strong. Racking her back and forth at will, the two moaning loudly in both exhaustion and ecstasy.
He took hold of the bed, using its leverage to fuck her with as much force as his body could muster. He could feel the steel frame groaning, bending as her young, athletic body tossed about like a ragdoll. She looked beautiful. "You love this," he said, cracked lips smothering hers as he pumped in yet another load. He waited in that tableau, kissing her long after he'd burst. He eventually pulled out, staggering over to the door. "I'll let HQ know how splendid of a job you're doing," he hissed. "You know, I think we'd both benefit from a few extra weeks of Taimanin security."
Fuck you, were the words in her mouth, in her mind, but as she sunk further into that disgusting bed only the first one fell.
He laughed. "Clean yourself up," he said. "You look like a whore."
***
When Asagi reached the mall her heart sank. It was carnage incarnate. People streamed out its doors, trampling one another as blind fear flashed wild in their eyes. The sight was awful and the officers called to the scene stood petrified outside the shrieking walls. She regretted not bringing more but they were stretched thin as it was. Too thin. Yukikaze, Murasaki, Rinko and herself were all she could spare. Only the best, but only four. Sakura was leading the main defense of the city and suffering untenable casualties by the day. Stealth was paramount and they had to succeed. Ikenami has to succeed. If one of them failed all of this would be for nothing.
Asagi slipped in through one of the many windows shattered in chaos. The demons had already racked up quite a body count.
She knew their game. Fear.
If the few they spare break they join them. And if they don't...she shuddered at the memory.
As the dust settled Asagi felt the silent entrance of Murasaki at her side. The last stragglers dashed for the entrance, faces twisted in all flavors of agony. A man, half his face dangling in the nonexistent wind. A woman, lifeless son in her arms as she ran. A boy was standing there. Out in the middle of the hall, calling out with what was left of his voice for his father.
Asagi ducked behind the cover of what looked like a coffee shop window as a demon descended from above. It landed next to the boy with a sickening thud, dashing him to the floor as the ground beneath it distended. "Daddy's not here right now," it hissed. A gargoyle, stone wings flaring out as it rose over its prey.
Asagi had planned on using stealth. Staying hidden til they could reach the upper level. Demons, for all their strength, tended not to be the most quick witted if things went awry. If she could take out whoever'd led this massacre, cut off the head of the snake, they'd panic.
Momentarily risking the open she slipped silently between kiosks, unseen by the gargoyle or its companions overhead. She dashed into the cover of a now defunct Forever 21, watching in horror as Yukikaze stepped out into the open at the demon's back. Rinko was motioning her to stop. To return. It hadn't seen her yet. She still had time....
The gargoyle let out a lurid scream, collapsing forward into a heap at the boys feet. It twitched violently as life seeped out from between cracks in the stone.
The boy watched, eyes wide as from the setting dust, Yukikaze's silhouette rose out over her vanquished foe, smolders of lighting crackling out its broken body.
"Fuck," Asagi cursed.
As Yukikaze ushered the boy to the door a choir of demonic laughter rose overhead.
Asagi peeled back behind the entrance as two orcs smashed into the floor right outside, dressing her in linoleum shards. Without a sound she unsheathed her blade. The ground was shaking, alive with the rock of descending demons. Once there was still and all subhuman eyes honed in on the lighting Taimanin in the open, Asagi struck.
One swing sent two orcish heads to the ground, lifeless bodies collapsing at her feet. There were too many. Too many to kill anyway.
"Run!" Asagi called.
Three gargoyles shot off the ground, taking to the wing as they shot towards the one with the audacity to vanquish one of their own.
Yukikaze fired thrice, spinning like a dance as lighting sent three lifeless stone bodies sliding to past her feet.
Asagi fought her way over to Murasaki, flying over and behind a kiosk as an orc swung its club down hard, shattering it. It tried to swing again but a sword through the neck stilled its hand. Murasaki swung her axe in seemingly wild motions. Three orcs had cornered her, backing her into a wall as they kept just out of range, clubs forcing her back.
An orc charged out of the dust and swung wild at Asagi's head. She ducked easily, slicing through its knees as it fell in a heap at her feet, roaring out unfiltered agony. "Stick around," she spat. As Murasaki's back touched the brick Asagi arrived, tip of her sword piercing straight out the stomach of the one to Murasaki's right.
The two orcs jumped and at the chance of lowered guard, one swing of an axe sailed straight through one, imbedding itself deep in the next. She tore it out, watching with twisted delight as they fell.
The four convened in the center, eyes to the figure in the overpass. It was clapping, chest heaving with exaggerated laughter. "Well done!"
"Oboro," Asagi hissed. "What do you want?"
"Who?" She asked. "Little old me?"
Yukikaze fired twice but Oboro easily stepped aside, laughing maniacally as the wind of two bullets tore by her head.
"Naughty girl," she scolded. "Hey boys," she called to a rising squall behind her. "Dinner time."
"Run," Asagi said, voice slight more than a whisper as a swarm of gargoyles surged out over the edge.
Sleep hadn't bid Ren Ikenami company that night. At the first shine of sunlight she gave up on sleep and changed into her swimsuit. It stunk, visible stains of memories she couldn't shake, but so did most of what she'd brought at this point.
She swam a while, relishing the lack of Okobu's company as the dreaded sun rose ever higher. At least two hours had passed when Ikenami felt a familiar shiver run down her neck. She stopped, treading water as she looked for her discomforts source.
"Morning," Okobu said with a toothy grin.
"Pervert!" She cried and he laughed.
"I have to go to the store," he told her. "Get dressed."
Ikenami was reluctant to leave the waters company, even more so knowing her school uniform was her only clean-ish thing to wear.
When she reached her cottage door Okobu was blocking the way. He ran eyes all up and down her body. She was wet, breathing hard from her morning exercise. "You look ravishing," he said.
She tried to get past him but he wasn't moving.
He laughed which made her heart flutter, pulling something out his pocket. "I'm gonna need you to wear this," he said. It was a dildo.
Her face flushed with embarrassment. "I can't," she said.
"Oh?"
"Please sir."
"Sir?" He shook his head. "We. can't have that."
Ikenami's head fell. "Master."
Okobu put a tender hand beneath her chin, lifting it softly to his gaze. "Well I'm not letting you come if you don't."
Ikenami felt her heart sink, watching as his greedy tongue ran all over it. He held it out and dropped it into her open palm. He stepped aside and as she entered, noticed him looming in the doorway.
"I don't trust you," he sneered.
Ikenami felt a swell of pride as they approached his garage. She'd managed to look natural, normal even, in spite of how embarrassing she'd felt. In spite of him calling her his new girlfriend to the clerk as he'd grabbed every part of her ass. She'd held strong. If this was his worst she could take it. She had to.
All I have to do is check the perimeter. Get out of the car before he can do anything and.....
The second the Bently stopped back in the garage Okobu leant over, pressing Ikenami into the door as hungry lips smashed into hers. He unbuckled himself, then her as his tongue tasted all parts of her mouth.
"Sir!" She pleaded, turning her head far enough to the side to escape those hungry lips if not for a moment. "I haven't secured the perimeter!?"
Ikenami felt him climb over and onto her, making sure to satisfy his lips. She heard the door click open and let out a yelp as he pushed her out and onto the cold garage floor. He got out and stood over her, letting his pants fall to her chest. He was hard, stroking himself as he stared up and down her body. "What did you call me?" He teased.
"S-sir," she stammered. From below he looked insurmountable. A foe not worth the fight. Stop it Ilenami, she thought. You have a job to do. "Your safety is at risk!" Her voice wavered with every emotion that rushed through her body. Hot shame, excitement.
Okobu didn't waste any time, tearing off her skirt and ripping open her shirt with violent delight. He cast the dildo to some dark corner of the garage and her eyes rolled back up onto her head when he did. His lips pressed hungrily into her and as he inserted himself slowly into the girl, listened to her whimper. "Kiss me," he ordered and Ikenami obliged without hesitation. He started slowly, gently even. He could feel her body straining to obey as his hips slowly pressed in firmer and firmer.
Ikenami felt him pull out only to force it in deep. Her lips left his as her head rolled back in ecstasy. Oh no. A pair of sweaty hands clamped down hard around her neck.
"You disobedient little slut," he teased, fucking her so hard the clapping of his balls rang like bullets in the echo chamber of the garage.
She spread her thighs wide, relishing in the feel of him rocking her up and down the cold cement ground. She tried to speak but through the rocking of his hips and the hand around her neck, let out a loud moan.
Okobu laughed, digging in as far as he could, clapping his balls against her naked body as her athlete legs flailed about his sides. At last he came, as far into her as he could manage. His hands let go of her neck and, still inside of her, he sat upright. "That's right," he said, running his hands up and down the length of her thighs. "Now we're sweating."
Ikenami shuddered when he pulled out, watching from her back as he made his way back to the kitchen.
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"You're gonna have to earn dinner tonight," he said. "Swimsuit."
As the door shut so did her eyes. She was tired. Beat. Her body ached and the cold floor of the garage offered little respite.
In spite of herself Ikenami had obliged, checking the perimeter in her swimsuit even. She could tell in her absence at least one goblin had been back. She didn't know how to tell him let alone shore up the compounds defenses given his uncooperative attitude. Her stomach moaned with hunger and as she stumbled in through the front door and into the kitchen, found Okobu seated in front of the television. He was eating leftover ramen out of a bowl with a second one at its side.
At the sound of the door closing he turned one eye back and smiled. She was in her swimsuit. He liked how she looked in that. He motioned her to the open seat at his side and in silence she obliged.
There were two bowls, but hers remained on his opposite side, just out of reach. He was in his robe again, still unwashed, she could smell it. Her heart sank as the folds of his robe peeled back to unsheath a veiny cock. Okobu was watching the news. Something about an attack on a mall somewhere on the other side of town. It looked gruesome but as interested as she was in the story, her eyes couldn't look away from his cock.
Okobu watched through the corner of his eye as Ikenami sat, carefully folding one leg over the other and folding her arms across her chest. He smiled.
Ikenami's eyes shut tight as a firm hand squeezed her thigh, pulling her close. "Sir," she said, her voice wavering.
"Ah yes," he said, squeezing so high up it made her jump. "You want to eat, you need to drink."
Ikenami eyed the room for a glass of some sort but at the realization felt her stomach churn. On her hands and knees Ikenami leant over and set her lips to his tip. For a moment she stayed there, frozen.
He leant over her and took in another bite of his noodles, almost ignoring the Taimanin's strife. "You are hungry aren't you?"
You're evil! Ikenami swallowed the lump in her throat and licked, tasting that horrid taste. She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, only returning upward the moment she tasted his balls. She took it in hand, running her tongue up and down as she felt it swell. A drop of broth splashed down atop her head and her lips accidentally inhaled a testical.
"Oops," he joked and she spat it out instantly. "Told you you'd need your swimsuit."
Ikenami glared up into his toothy grin, parting succulent lips around his tip. She stopped once more, bracing for what she had to do when Okobu snared her head in one hand, spilling broth down the length of her back and forcing her throat down the length of his cock.
He held her firm, gently placing his ramen back down on the table as the taimanin choked and gagged, her face flushing a rosy hue as her body squirmed. He released and watched her lips fly off his cock, coughing and spitting. "I said drink," he said.
Ikenami didn't hesitate this time. She'd done it before, trying hard to reach the base of his growing erection every time. She let out a cock filled shriek as his hand clapped down hard on her ass, greedy hands easily pulling aside the thin band of her suit. With his cock still embedded deep in her throat she moaned.
"Don't mind me," he said, turning up the volume with his free hand to drown out the poor girls struggle. As his hand crawled slowly deeper into her ass he noticed her hips starting to sway.
Ikenami was sweating hard. Her mind blank as she tried to focus in on sucking the cock. His meaty hands were almost scraping away at her, racking weary hips with unwanted pleasure. Ikenami threw her head up for a brief moment to breathe, meeting a disappointed glare.
"You can do better."
Ikenami tried to beg. She just wanted her ramen but as his fingers forged deeper let out only a pathetic gurgle of pleasure. He laughed and in shame, Ikenami took on as much cock as she could. The taste was horrible, she could feel it all the way into her neck, making her whole body shudder. Then she did it again, and again, each time letting out a loud choking sound as she gasped for air.
"Keep it down," he sighed but Ikenami wasn't listening.
She went faster, and faster, matching the rhythm in his fingers until at last he came. She shot upright in an instant but knew better than to dirty his carpet. She swallowed and at the disgusting smile on his face felt ill. But, true to his word, he passed her that still full bowl of ramen. Still hot.
That night Ikenami ate alone. It's only monday, she kept thinking. You can do this...you have to....