The crack instantly grew slick as I teased the entrance of her pussy through her underwear.
"Nnn…"
Charlotte bit her lips, trying desperately to keep from making any noise, but a soft moan slipped out despite her effort to keep it silent. She glared at , her eyes burning with a mix of frustration and arousal as I continued to brush her pussy with my toe.
"You might say you dislike , but look at this. You're absolutely soaked, just from my toe. Is it really that good?"
"You really are the worst," she said through gritted teeth, a tear glistening at the corner of her eye.
I found her expression fascinating. It wasn't sweet, but it was undeniably intense and satisfying to watch.
She gripped the fabric of her clothes tightly as my toes brushed against her entrance, her panties becoming increasingly slick and wet. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to suppress any sounds.
Suddenly, the door to our room swung open, and a group of staff entered, carrying our order.
"H-Heh?" Charlotte's eyes widened in panic. She shot a desperate look, silently pleading for to stop what I was doing under the table. Instead of backing off, I pressed my toe harder against her entrance. "Fhnnnnnnn~!"
The staff glanced around, trying to pinpoint the strange sound that had just erged. When they concluded it must have been their imagination, they shrugged it off and continued setting our order on the table.
Charlotte shot a fierce glare, but despite her intense look, I kept teasing her pussy. My toes relentlessly stroked her, sotis pushing into her entrance, making her panties increasingly soaked. The air was tinged with a subtle scent of citric juice, though none of the staff seed to catch on.
Eventually, the staff finished their rounds and left the VIP room, having delivered everything, including the Leonamon wine. However, we weren't focused on the food. Instead of hunger, a thicker, more palpable tension filled the room, overshadowing the al with a different kind of heat.
"Haaa... Haa... Haaa..."
Charlotte's heavy breathing echoed through the room, each exhale thick with mounting desire. Her once fierce glare had softened into a look of unmistakable arousal. The heat of the mont was almost tangible, pressing down on her. Her grip on her clothes tightened to a desperate, knotted clutch as her breathing grew more ragged, punctuated by increasingly urgent moans.
"Aaah… Haaa, hnnn~ Haaa…"
The air was heavy with an electric tension as I continued to caress her pussy through her panties with my toes. I pinched her clitoris with deliberate precision, rolling it with the base of my foot. The pleasure was clear on her face, every trace of hostility replaced by an intense, unabashed arousal.
"Aaah… ahhh… I'm…"
Her voice trembled, filled with desperate need as she hovered on the brink of cumming. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, and the way she clutched at the fabric of her clothes, fingers digging in, made it clear just how close she was.
I couldn't help but grin, savoring the power I had over her. Then, without a hint of rcy, I withdrew my foot from between her legs, sliding it back into my shoe.
"Eh?" She looked up at , her eyes wide, shock and disbelief written all over her flushed face.
"The orders are going to get cold if we don't eat them now," I said, my tone cool and nonchalant, as if I hadn't just brought her to the edge and yanked it away.
"Wha…?" Her voice wavered, disappointnt flooding her expression. The frustration of being denied at the last mont was clear, the way her body trembled with unfulfilled need. But that was exactly how I wanted her—teetering on the edge, desperate, and unsatisfied. I planned to savor this mont, to savor her, piece by piece, until she couldn't take it anymore.
I couldn't hide the grin that was sneaking into my face. My sadistic side was coming out in full force.
Charlotte's eyes were locked onto , her frustration palpable as she hesitated to touch her food. The irritation of being denied release was clear on her face, and her fingers hovered over her plate with little enthusiasm. Eventually, she started eating, but her disinterest was obvious—her appetite had been ruined by the blue balls I'd left her with. That was precisely my intention.
Today, I had no plans to make this session enjoyable for her. My goal was to savor my own pleasure while leaving her unsatisfied.
I was going to savor every mont, making sure she didn't enjoy it. With each cruel twist, her resistance would crumble, her will breaking under the weight of my control.
***
Charlotte's POV
It wasn't fair. He was so cruel. I couldn't believe it.
How could he stop right when I was at the edge of release? It felt like he was deliberately teasing , playing with my desperation.
Admitting that I was getting off on it would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he was having an effect on . I didn't want him to see that I was enjoying it. I didn't... I didn't want to like it with him.
But it was so unfair, cutting off right when I was on the edge. I was so close, practically there, and then he just stopped. He left hanging, dangling by a thread.
This man… this man right in front of was so cruel.
Was this truly the sa guy who'd saved from those kidnappers, the one everyone labeled as skillless at the academy? Was this really that person? It was hard to reconcile the gentle hero from that past with the sadistic prick before .
Maybe this was his true self, hidden beneath a façade. I could feel it now—this was the real him, and he had caught in his snare. I had no choice but to comply and do whatever he demanded, just to free myself from his twisted ga.
The food was very good, to be honest, but I couldn't enjoy a single bite. Not with him around.
"Why are you glaring at ?" he asked, casually taking a bite of his cake while I shot him a look that could lt steel.
How could he even ask that after what he just put through? This guy was really intent on tornting , trying to break down under his thumb. Of course, I wasn't going to give in. I wasn't about to fall for his mind gas.
I turned my head away and said, "Nothing at all. Just enjoying the food."
"Yeah? Well, this is Leonamon," he replied with a smirk. "Of course, it's going to be good."
Right. This guy owns even this cake shop. I couldn't help but wonder just how powerful he truly was. Considering how much he already controlled, it wouldn't be surprising if he could take over the world without anyone even realizing it. The thought of him ruling everything from the shadows was... absolutely terrifying.
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