"Ah, Mr. Buchanan, you’re too forceful!"
Matsuda Miko cried out, her face showing so pain, but soon it turned into pleasure, mixed with a reluctant endurance.
"Then you better speak up quickly, or the consequences will be more severe than this."
I gently moved around, intermittently applying force again.
The limp glutinous rice dumplings more completely filled the gaps between my fingers.
I must admit, this woman Matsuda Miko, she still has quite the assets.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so infuriated last ti.
"Alright, Mr. Buchanan, I want you to delete the video from last ti."
Matsuda Miko bit her lip, her gaze intense, daring to et my eyes.
"Oh? What makes you think I would delete it?"
"Just because my people have surrounded this place, I’m afraid it would be hard for you to leave, Mr. Buchanan."
I glanced out the window and saw silhouettes flashing by, carrying tools.
This gave a shock: "You’re quite capable, hold on, I’ll make a call."
Soon, I dialed Edward and explained the situation.
Edward was furious after hearing, and he assured he knew of the Matsuda Clan and would definitely resolve this.
After hanging up, Matsuda Miko seed sowhat disdainful.
But soon received a call from her subordinates, alerting her not to provoke .
The people surrounding the area got wind of it, and fled in panic.
"Mr. Buchanan, you actually know Edward?"
"What do you think!"
"I’m sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have done this."
Matsuda Miko was in a frantic ss.
In an attempt to appease , she quickly threw herself into my arms, pleading for rcy.
"But, this is the second mistake, isn’t it?"
"I’ll bathe Mr. Buchanan, with Fusang’s bubble bath, you’ll surely be satisfied."
Matsuda Miko was almost in tears.
She failed to deal with once more, feeling utterly powerless inside.
Voluntarily shedding her loungewear, she was about to serve .
As before, she wore a cherry blossom bra, with ultra-thin black panties underneath.
Her petite, delicate figure contrasted sharply with the glutinous rice dumplings on her chest.
Trembling with nerves, those large and soft dumplings seed ready to spring out of the bra.
The ultra-thin black panties added a touch of sexiness, carrying a hint of alluring fragrance.
"This is part of your plan too, isn’t it? Fail and then resort to this way of pleading."
I read through it instantly.
"No, now I’m truly submissive, Master, please forgive ."
"Haha, why do you think I would believe you?"
"Because you know Edward, Master, I truly cannot compete, even if you delete the video, I’ll pledge my allegiance to you."
Matsuda Miko bowed to , expressing genuine submission.
This posture caused the glutinous rice dumplings on her chest to hang like water bags, presenting a different shape, swaying gently.
"Simply uttering words won’t suffice, unless, you hand over everything of the Matsuda Clan to ."
Only then could I be completely at ease.
"Master, this..."
Matsuda Miko looked troubled.
"Seems you’re still unwilling to give up, I wonder if Edward can crush you all."
I made a gesture to dial the phone again.
"No, I’m willing to hand it over, drafting an agreent to transfer the power now."
Matsuda Miko, in panic, quickly made a call to have the agreent drafted and faxed to the house.
After signing, the Matsuda Clan’s assets and powers ca to .
Once and for all, completely solving the problem!
"Master, is this sufficient now? I’m truly left with nothing, please allow to serve you, follow you forever."
Matsuda Miko whimpered, filled with regret, as she voluntarily unclasped the bra.
"Let’s see how you perform!"
I smirked wickedly.
Just watching those glutinous rice dumplings in the bra, expanding and popping out.
The giant beautiful objects with two pink grains, lightly bouncing...
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