"Fine, fine," Makoto chuckled, a low, appreciative rumble in his chest. "Do you want to go to the sa love hotel? The one from back then, when you were still charging 200,000 yen for the Ganyu cosplay?"
Yuna's steps faltered for just a second, a faint, betraying blush creeping up her neck. "Tch. That place?"
She flipped her long, blue wig over her shoulder with an expression of exaggerated disdain. "It's too cheap for us now."
She hailed a taxi with the confidence of a queen, of soone who had never had to pay for one in her entire life.
"We're going sowhere nicer," she declared, shoving him into the back seat with a surprising, unladylike force.
"Sowhere with…" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she climbed in after him, her Ganyu bells jingling with a sinful, promising rhythm. "…bigger mirrors."
The driver, a tired-looking man with a balding head, coughed loudly.
Yuna bead at him with a terrifying, saccharine sweetness. "It's just a sibling bonding trip, mister!"
As the car pulled away from the curb, her hand crept onto his thigh, her nails digging in just shy of drawing blood.
"And don't think for a second that this is free," she murmured, her voice a low, dangerous purr. Her other hand held up his credit card, the plastic glinting in the passing streetlights.
"Here's the paynt plan: you're going to watch roll for Ganyu constellations tonight." Her grin, reflected in the dark window, was feral. "While you're still inside ."
Makoto's cock, which had been stirring with a lazy, appreciative interest, sprang to full, throbbing attention.
"Watching you roll for two hours will bankrupt ," he growled, a low, possessive sound. "I'd better make it so that you can't even lift your hand to touch the screen."
The mont the taxi stopped, they rushed through the opulent, ridiculously ornate lobby of the high-end love hotel.
She quickly secured a key to a luxury, fantasy-thed room that looked like it had been ripped straight out of a video ga.
Yuna slamd the door open with her hip, already tearing off her Ganyu gloves with her teeth.
"Two hours?" She scoffed, kicking the door shut behind them. "You wish."
Her gloves went flying, landing in a ssy heap on the floor as she pounced, knocking him back onto the ridiculously large, round bed with its slippery, impractical satin sheets.
Her thighs squeezed his hips as she leaned down, her breath a hot, tantalizing puff against his lips.
"You're gonna watch empty your entire fucking bank account," she whispered, grinding down on him just enough to make him groan.
Then, she rolled off him, already pulling up the gacha screen on her phone. But her legs stayed spread, her skirt hiked up just enough to be a tantalizing, infuriating tease.
"Hurry up," she taunted, wiggling her hips, her eyes fixed on the glowing screen. "Or I'll start without you."
"Let's see if you can even stay… conscious enough to touch the screen, then," he growled, a wave of raw, possessive lust crashing over him.
He got on top of her, his knee parting her thighs as he speared his cock into her cunt in a single, fluid motion. "I hated the way those guys were looking at my Ganyu back at the con."
Yuna's phone clattered to the bed as her back arched violently, a choked, guttural scream tearing from her throat.
"F-Fuck!! You!!" Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry, red trails in their wake as her thighs trembled around his hips. "Y-You don't get to... ah!... complain when you're the one... nngh!... fucking in my cosplay!"
Her breath ca in ragged, desperate gasps as she tried, and failed, to reach for her phone again, her fingers twitching uselessly against the satin sheets.
"N-No… my rolls…!" she whined, but her hips, betraying her words, rolled up to et his, a silent, desperate plea for more.
Between his relentless, punishing thrusts, she glared up at him with half-lidded, pleasure-glazed eyes, her wig askew, her carefully applied makeup sared.
"J-Jealous… bastard," she panted. "M-Maybe I should've… let that Zhongli cosplayer take for a photo after all. AH!"
"Are you still thinking about that Zhongli?" he snarled, a fresh wave of primal, territorial rage surging through him.
He flipped her onto her belly, his pace turning relentless, punishing, as his hand gripped her horn, pulling her head back. "Remind whose cunt and ass this belongs to, Yuna."
Yuna's scream was muffled by the satin sheets as her back arched violently, her fingers clawing at the bed.
"Y-YOURS@!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as his grip on her horn yanked her head back, forcing her to submit. "Big bro Makoto! Always... hnng... always yours!"
Her thighs quivered, her body convulsing as she slamd back against him, taking him deeper with every brutal snap of his hips.
The beautiful Ganyu outfit was now a ruined, tangled ss around her waist.
Her real, gray hair was a stark contrast to the pristine, blue wig that lay discarded on the bed. Her sared makeup streaked down her face like war paint.
Between her desperate, gasping breaths, she reached blindly for her discarded phone, the screen still lit with the glowing, tantalizing gacha banner, only for him to pin her wrist to the bed.
"N-No... my rolls...!" she wailed, but her hips ground back harder, her walls clenching around him in a final, desperate betrayal of her own words.
He grunted, his own control shattering as he gripped her ass, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into her.
"Phew, that was not bad for the first round," he panted, collapsing on top of her, a sweaty, sated weight.
He picked up her phone from where it had fallen, and with a final, benevolent gesture, placed it in her hand. "You can take a break now. But I'm not pulling out, though."
Yuna's trembling fingers fumbled with the phone, her breath still coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
"Y-You're… the worst, big bro," she whimpered, but her hips, as if with a mind of their own, pressed back against him, keeping him buried deep inside her as she shakily tapped the summon button.
The screen flashed gold.
Her eyes widened. "N-No way !!" Her voice cracked as the five-star animation, a shower of glittering, rainbow light, filled the screen.
Her body, still twitching around his softening cock, went rigid. "G-Ganyu… C6… in one ten-pull…!"
She dropped the phone, the device bouncing harmlessly on the soft satin sheets, and collapsed onto the bed with a shuddering, exhausted moan.
"…Fuck you, the ritual worked..." she mutters, but there was no real heat behind it. Her fingers curled weakly into the sheets, a gesture of pure, unadulterated defeat.
"…We need more fucking for my next pulls. Round two, when you're ready, you trash."
And despite her words, she made no move to push him away.
Her body remained snug against his, your cum slowly leaking out around the place where they were still connected.
The way her thighs squeezed him, a tiny, almost imperceptible pulse, told him everything he needed to know: she wasn't letting him go anyti soon.
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