I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 93: Tortoise Sex

So, given my financial condition, I thought one day I would assu the position of a sugar daddy, but instead, I beca a sugar baby overnight. Ophelia apparently liked my performance so much that she did a 360 to beco a sugar mommy, sothing I didn’t expect, I confess, but it was for the best.

And of course, I haven’t forgotten the recording thod. Before leaving that house, Elizia gave a magic stone whose effect is to record conversations and sounds, so I kept it in my pocket and have kept it on ever since. In other words, I’m going to store all the moans and obscenities this woman utters using this stone, which we can later use to push her lewd side into public sha, or simply create and spread the rumor that she was spending the people’s money on sex.

All I need to do is maintain the act, leave no room for suspicion... and well, she just ordered to kneel, so I guess I have to do it. I bend my knees, staying just below the height of Ophelia’s head, who rips off her clothes in a rush that even frightens . She doesn’t hesitate to throw her panties in my face. Ah, so apparently, we’re starting early.

She literally jumps on , and I am knocked onto the floor with her on top, trying to suffocate by rubbing her crotch on my mouth and grabbing my hair tightly, almost pulling it out. It hurts like hell, and honestly, hating this chick gives a boner killer, but I can at least try.

I hold Ophelia’s thighs with both hands, but I don’t squeeze and control myself to the utmost not to use strength disproportionate to the appearance I want to maintain. She doesn’t really react, except for biting her lips hard while rocking her hips back and forth.

Seriously, I can’t get excited, but... it’s sothing. I move my tongue as I always learned, sliding like a serpent trying to devour those thighs. From below, I can see those breasts, slightly disproportionate to her body, swaying, with her blonde braids moving back and forth.

What can I do? There’s already a combination of things that make limp, starting with the fact that I look like a twink. Also, how long do you intend to keep moving that pussy in my face? I don’t feel anything anyway.

After a good while of rubbing, I finally get a chance to breathe with her lifting her waist and letting so liquid drip between her legs. Look, I’m not squeamish about sucking or anything, but I’m not really into drinking urine.

I take a deep breath. I really want to say "Return" and bolt out of here, but I need more proof.

Ophelia walks to the bed and signals with her finger to co closer. I obey, since I’m a submissive twink right now... Damn, I hate that I’m so good at acting. I kneel before her, but this ti without plunging my face into the target, watching her bring her foot to my crotch and start pressing.

This shouldn’t normally give an erection, but I just have to think of Elizia for a second and the rocket flies. The pressure gives a slight agony, with her foot movents circling the area and occasionally making close one eye to endure it. I let out so forced moans to satisfy my client, however, none of them are truly real.

"Take off your clothes."

With pleasure. I put my hands on the linen top and start pulling it away from my body.

"Take them off slowly, I’m not in a hurry..."

Go fuck yourself, you bossy bitch. I gently grasp the fabric and slowly remove it, then do the sa with my shorts, and it becos more than clear how Ophelia’s eyes delight in the view. I can’t complain, I asked for this, now I have to deal with a certain soone checking out my twink ass.

Then I stand up normally, taking the opportunity to get a better sense of my body and... Oh, no. No, no, no! My dick shrunk! My dick looks like a femboy’s! What... what punishnt is this, gods? Why...?

"Heeheehee, how cute. Co here."

It’s not cute, you bitch! I obviously approach, I have to get as much data as possible... She grabs by the waist with her legs and throws both hands back, lying in a raised-torso position.

The only problem is that she’s short, so even trying, she’d never be able to reach for a kiss. At least, her body control is incredible, managing to rub her flower against my dick with no difficulty. I don’t know if it’s experience, it must be, considering that dwarves live at least twice as long as humans.

Hah. What can I do?

Ophelia holds my cock with both hands. Ow, why did you squeeze so hard, you asshole? She aims my best friend right at the goal, then throws her waist forward so it goes in all at once. Jeez, you really look like a animal in heat.

"Co on, use your hips..."

Her two legs touch my butt, you can even tell how they’re rubbing by the way her feet move, so I start working as requested. Unfortunately, due to the situation, I can’t passionately unleash everything in my standard mode.

The only way is to fuck softly, with the tenderness of a tired tortoise who walked miles to get his sweet girl and is now having the experience of a lifeti. The difference is that this experience of a lifeti is only giving disgust, especially since I’m forced to maintain the twink facade.

On the other hand, Ophelia’s expression only shows rivers of pleasure through her wide eyes and that insane smile on her face. How can anyone enjoy this? I have no idea, but hey, we have to satisfy the boss...

I move my hips clumsily, nothing like what I usually do, to give the illusion that I’m inexperienced and struggling to do anything right. I let out so forced moans, seeing if that pleases my client, who is compelled to participate and starts thrusting her crotch against mine, trying to heighten the sensation of the mont.

I must say I’m nowhere near ejaculating. Today has been full of unpleasant surprises, and my disgust with everything is so great that my sacred liquid is hiding inside my balls.

She would certainly want to cum, so I force my mind to imagine the delicious monts with my other partners, just enough to bring back that sensory image of pleasure and pull out my milk.

Ophelia locks in with her legs, not even letting pull out, so the cum spills inside that disgusting woman. When I get a mont to pull back, I only see a few white drops leaking out, and she is sprawled on the bed letting out an "hmm", as if she were enjoying the hot stuff moving around inside her.

"Uhh, Ophelia, I think..."

"Call Mommy Ophelia, darling."

"Mommy Ophelia..."

"Yes, I love hearing that from you. Would you like to beco my pet, huh? I can give you a comfortable life in this mansion with , I can even take you off the streets forever and make sure you never have to worry about anything new."

"That sounds very good, Mommy Ophelia, but..."

"But?"

"You dug your own grave."

I flash a scoundrel smile, the kind I’m good at creating, just to watch her lt into shock and despair. The redness of pleasure disappears into pale tones across her face, as if she has understood that this whole thing was a trap.

"Return."

Finally, the transformation disappears, and I return to my correct body. Uff, how good it is to have the right size dick and respectable abs, I was starting to go crazy staying in this twink form for so long.

"Darius Moonlight!"

"The very one. Hello again, Mayor. How have you been?"

"What did you... what did you do?! How dare you harass like this?!"

"Aww, how cute, Mayor, too bad that won’t be what this little thing says."

I show her the recording stone, which still has the rune active. I don’t know how to turn it off, but whatever, we have the blackmail material to play with.

"I wonder what would happen if this fell into the hands of Duke Moonlight... hmmmm, how would he react?"

"What? No, no! Don’t do that, you’re not crazy enough to...!"

I let out a sigh and put my foot on the bed, frowning with that irritable face. I’m already mad at you for double-crossing . Don’t tempt , slut.

"You’re doubting the wrong person, Ophelia. If you don’t want a guillotine at your throat, you better start sucking off."