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Profession, Merchant Volume 9 Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2023-09-25 03:42:22 +0000 UTCFinale – The End, I
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I was taken to the guest room, and now I’m sitting on the sofa.
“It has indeed been a while, Miss Transfer Student. I was quite surprised when you suddenly disappeared from our class that day.”
The minister’s daughter says this calmly as she picks up her teacup, but I don’t have time to deal with her.
The female warrior and the others are waiting with my carriage in tow, and the police must be on their way now, because word must be spreading that ‘a maid ran away with the priestess in the square’.
Frankly, I want to leave Andersen as soon as possible.
If I’m caught, and it gets revealed that I’m the maid, it won’t be good for my business, in more ways than one.
“Do you know, Miss Transfer Student? I’ve been playing with the toys you’ve given me for a long time now. Of course, they are all wonderful, but there are times when I suddenly miss the touch of human skin.”
The young lady put down her cup with a click and sat down next to me with graceful steps. Her clear eyes peered this way, and her doll-like white skin and gorgeous blonde nape were visible through her vertical rolls.
But even if I checked her out again and again, I just don’t have the time to deal with her.
“Sorry, I have to go.”
I get up briskly and say my goodbyes, but…
“Hey, transfer student. My breasts have grown again. Would you like to touch them?”
“Uh…”
As the young lady wrapped her fingers around the collar of her ruffled white short-sleeved blouse, I caught a glimpse of her plump bosom.
I want to touch it so badly – but I can’t. I have to find the Minister of Finance.
“Hyaaan~!”
“Eh?”
But the next thing I knew, I was grabbing the minister’s daughter’s tits.
What’s going on?
Was I under some kind of spell or something?
My body started squeezing her tits by itself.
I didn’t know she could use magic.
Oh no, I have to let go of her immediately.
But the delicate feel of the lace of her blouse, mixed with the soft but firm touch of her breasts, is like a magnet, and I can’t let go of my hand.
She does not seem to be wearing a bra, and much of the girl’s heat can be felt from the other side of the thin fabric.
She was right. The weight had increased, and when you lifted it from underneath, you could feel the massive mass of the tassels.
“Ah. I see you’re still wearing the springy model dildo, Miss Transfer Student.”
The young lady mumbles, looking at my bulging cock lifting up my skirt.
“No, this is…”
“I’m glad. I see that miss transfer student is ready to join me.”
As she says this, a single finger goes inside my skirt, tracing the underside of my penis through the tight cotton panties.
Something tingles down my back.
What is this devilish sex appeal?
I knew she had always been a seductive woman, but this fascination was nothing compared to what I had felt on her before.
While I was thinking about this and couldn’t stop myself from squeezing her breasts, I could feel protrusions starting to appear on the rough material of the blouse.
When I intertwined my fingers on them, caressing the surface, her delicate body, except for her breasts, bounced with great sensitivity.
I see. The ‘sexiness’ of her body had increased.
Since then, she must have continued to masturbate day after day, increasing her sensitivity and sexual attractiveness.
If I continue to think of her as the same young lady as before, I will be defeated here.
To resist the sexual pressure of her, who have acquired a different level of ‘sexiness’ through constant study, I need a state of nothingness superior to that of a monk in asceticism.
“You look lovely in your maid’s uniform. It suits you very well.”
“Hieee!?”
The young lady accurately located my left nipple from the top of my maid’s uniform and flicked it.
She has complete control over my weaknesses. But I can’t afford to give up at this level.
“Haamu.”
“Ugh, anh!”
I raised my pathetic voice because before I knew it, she had removed half of my maid’s uniform, and her tongue was entwined with my left nipple.
The warmth of her saliva and tongue was flicking my nipple gently and intermittently, and it was running through my body in an uncontrolled way like a bee sting, so I couldn’t move, almost like I was in bondage.
I tried to pull myself together, but before I could, her fingers began to squeeze my cock.
The delicate feel of the cotton of the woman’s panties wound around her elegant fingers, as if to express the demeanour of a high-born lady of high position.
My nipples, pierced by her sweet tongue, and the fluffy caresses to my cock give rise to a multitude of sexual sensations, but they gradually merge into one great pleasure, as if they were mixing inside my body.
“Ah, no. Stop it already…”
“Slurrp, churrp… stop what? Slurrp, chrurrp…”
At this rate, I’m going to cum.
Which is a terrible idea.
Even though I’m a bit more experienced at cross-dressing than most, I still can’t stand the humiliation of leaking sperm into a girl’s panties!
“Really, stop. I can’t hold it any longer…”
I pleaded to her, but the young lady just looked up at me with an adorable “Why?” and didn’t stop moving her tongue and fingers.
And then, as I felt the ejaculation rising, the penis in the white panties with a pretty ribbon for girls sprang violently and stretched against the cotton fabric.
It flailed around before soiling the underwear covering it unreservedly with a splurt, splurt, splurt.
“Oh dear. The ‘sexiness essence’ is overflowing. What a waste.”
As she said this, the young lady bent down in a hurry, placed her lips on the top of the bulge in my panties, and sucked up the leaking liquid.
Her innocent, girlish mouth gurgled and swallowed the sperm that started leaking out in a tragic fashion.
Meanwhile, I continued to ejaculate.
And when the ejaculation is finished, the young lady who had sucked out the ‘sexiness essence’ – my sperm – in its entirety, proceeded to lick the soaked panties with semen until everything is cleaned.
I lost. It was a total defeat.
“Now then, please give me your springy model dildo and shove it all in~♡! What do you think, Miss Transfer Student? I got it right this time. Ah. Ah, Miss Transfer Student!?”
I stopped paying attention and collapsed on the spot.
Losing my last bit of man-ish pride, I felt a single tear run down my cheek.
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