Flirting Master

The sky before dawn was a dark, inky blue.

Although it should have been a time of utter silence, a time when ordinary people were fast asleep, in a simply furnished little room within "Waz City," a languid murmur suddenly rang out.

"Darling, let me sleep a little longer..." A naked, delicate body lay on the bed, eyes tightly shut, pleading for my mercy.

"Baby, don't sleep! A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, let's do it again..." My magically powerful hand was already reaching for those snow-white, high breasts.

But the moment my lustful index finger touched the woman's pink nipple, her beautiful eyes, which had been lightly closed, widened in shock, and she jumped off the bed screaming, "Ah! Please, please don't touch me again!"

I was already used to her overreaction. So I lay leisurely on the bed, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "Baby, look how scared you are, like I'm about to rape you!"

The alluring young woman stood about five steps from the bed, looking at me with lingering fear, and stammered, "Dear Brother Serken... your... your hands are terrifying! I never imagined you had so much stamina! Do you know you've already ejaculated seven times since last night, and you still want to do it again? I... I really can't take it anymore, please spare me..."

"Emmanuelle, baby, don't be like that! Didn't we have a lot of fun yesterday?"

Unexpectedly, she said dismissively, "Fun? Brother Serken, that's just wishful thinking on your part, isn't it? I really regret it now, how could I have met you, this legendary jinx, last night. Look..." She pointed to her long, beautiful legs, limp and trembling slightly, after her excessive orgasm.

Seeing her disheveled appearance, I scratched my head and said with feigned apology, "Uh... I'm sorry, you're just so beautiful, I couldn't help but want to do it with you a few more times."

At this moment, Emmanuelle looked at me with mournful eyes and said, "Brother Serken, no matter what, I never want to have sex with you again! If you're planning to use this to get back last night's fee, I can give it to you right away, as long as you leave here now."

"No way!" I immediately refused firmly, "Have you forgotten the biggest taboo in the 'Prostitute Rules'? Not only will a man who gets a freebie become impotent, but he might also suffer bad luck for up to seven years!"

"Then what do you want?" By the end, she was choking back tears.

To be honest, I have enough experience with prostitutes to write a book called "The Guide to Prostitutes in Elysium," so how could I be easily fooled by her pitiful act?

If I had taken pity on her and said something stupid like "Let's stop here for today," I would be the real sucker.

Seeing through her trick, I not only ignored her tearful eyes, but also pointed to my erect penis and lewdly laughed, "Hehehe...baby, you should know what to do now that you see it. Hmm...since you gave me so much fun last night, I'll allow you to use your mouth to help me this time."

"Really?" the girl asked, half-believing.

For the sake of my lower body's happiness, I immediately raised my right hand with four fingers pointing to the sky and my left hand flat against my chest, declaring with a solemn and determined expression, "I—Serken Big—assure you, I'll leave immediately after this!"

Emmanuelle pursed her dry lips, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded resolutely, saying, "Alright, but I have one condition: your hands can't touch my body."

"No problem! Baby, come on! I can't wait to try out the exquisite skills of your 'sucking lips'."

Since I had already agreed to her condition, no matter how unwilling she was inside, she still had to adhere to the principle of customer first and provide me with the most attentive service.

At this moment, she walked back to the bed tremblingly, her face seemingly displaying the words "cautious fear," and slowly stretched out her jade hand, grasped my hot and hard dragon spear, and gently stroked it up and down.

I felt the varying pressure of her hands, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, like a nimble little mouth, teasingly sucking at my erect penis; the delicate, smooth skin of her hands resembled the mysterious folds of a woman's vagina, giving me a pleasurable illusion of intercourse.

"Oh! Baby...so good!" I exclaimed sincerely, my eyes half-closed.

Not only that, I also put my hands behind my head, deliberately appearing as a "harmless" gentleman, which gradually lowered her guard. She opened her small, delicate mouth and began to lick my sensitive head.

I could see that she was putting in a lot of effort, using all the "oral skills" she had learned, working hard between my legs.

Her purpose in working so hard was nothing more than to quickly extinguish the excessive desire within me and then get rid of me as soon as possible.

But she probably didn't expect that I, a veteran of countless battles, wouldn't even notice these trivial tricks.

Therefore, no matter what she used – “blowing, sucking, licking, picking” or “pinching, rubbing, turning, brushing, sweeping” – techniques that most clients couldn’t withstand more than five moves from, she didn’t achieve the effect she expected.

After more than half an hour of effort, my dark purplish-red penis remained erect, showing no sign of ejaculation; but the girl’s mouth, due to excessive opening and moving, convulsed.

Finally, like a deflated balloon, the girl spasmed out my penis, which was glistening with sweet saliva, and sat on the bed, looking dejected, rubbing her sore cheeks and begging me for mercy.

“Brother Serken, please hurry up and ejaculate, it’s better for both of us!”

Only then did I slowly open my eyes, looking at her with a half-smile, and said, “Baby, are you tired?”

Emmanuelle nodded at first, but suddenly seemed to remember something, shaking her head violently with a look of horror, and quickly turned away!

Unfortunately, before she could even jump off the bed, her delicate, naked body was grabbed from behind and embraced by a large hand!

In less than a minute, the small room was filled with sharp moans, a mixture of excitement and pain.

My fingers, capable of driving a woman to ecstasy, began gently flicking, tapping, brushing, and sweeping across every inch of her smooth, white skin; soon, her previously tightly closed vulva involuntarily began to secrete fluids of desire once more.

She probably never imagined that the secret crevice between her legs, which should have long since dried up, would now, like a dry well receiving rain, once again produce clear, moist stains.

"No… ah… help… oh…"

"Baby, you're not telling the truth! Look…" I deliberately scooped up the pool of fluid that had gushed out after her climax from between her legs, and then slowly separated my index and middle fingers in front of her, pulling out a thick, continuous thread, showing her the evidence of her depravity.

"No...it's so embarrassing..." She half-closed her eyes, trying to push away my approaching hand to hide the burgeoning desire stirring within her.

"Hehehe, baby, don't be shy..." Seeing her blushing, shy expression, a strange pleasure surged within me.

Although her job was incredibly simple—just lying on the bed with her legs spread, letting a man press down on her, and she'd soon have a sum of money—

if she encountered a skilled man who could ignite the primal desires hidden deep within her, even a prostitute ridden by thousands would still display a shy, feminine side, inadvertently revealing genuine emotions.

Besides, making love with a beautiful woman full of passion and desire is far more interesting than raping a body that only lies on the bed, letting you vent your desires but devoid of emotion.

At this moment, I opened my mouth wide and sucked on her high, firm breasts; then I stretched out my tongue and licked the pale pink buds that were erect on her breasts, making her groan with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Darling...please...please give it to me..." Overwhelmed by lust, she had long forgotten her previous fear and soon became a wanton slut.

"Hehe...give you what?" I pretended to be stupid and laughed. "

Give me pleasure..." Emmanuelle said, covering her face with her hands, but her bewitching face revealed an expression full of lust.

I asked knowingly, "Oh? Baby, what do you want to be happy? I don't know if you don't say it clearly."

She looked at me with seductive eyes and said in a coquettish, resentful voice, "Darling~ please put it in!"

"Hehe!" "You said it yourself..." As the words fell, my five fingers, possessing some kind of mysterious magic, had already quietly touched that tightly closed secret crevice.

"Ah...no...I'm not...please don't..." Emmanuelle's soft waist twisted and struggled wildly as my middle finger explored deeper; her slender hands also tried to push away my strong arms.

Unfortunately, women are naturally weaker than men, and since last night she had been in a state of excitement with repeated orgasms, her current weak and powerless resistance was immediately interpreted by me as a coy refusal.

I probed her overflowing honey pot for a while, and seeing that the time was ripe, I quickly withdrew my wet middle finger, then straightened my hard and thick dragon spear, and with a thrust of my hips, I forcefully plunged the thick thing directly into the wet and hot honey pot.

"Oh! Darling, your famous instrument truly lives up to its name!" No matter how I tried to manipulate it, it remained as tight as a virgin's... Mmm... It feels so good... Oh... So comfortable... I relentlessly thrust and pumped wildly into her deep, narrow passage to relieve my long-suppressed desire.

"Ah...darling...slow down...you're killing me...oh...no...it's coming again...ah..."

As she finished speaking, I immediately felt a large amount of warm liquid gushing from the depths of her flower, drenching my hot, hard dragon spear. As I thrust wildly, I could even vaguely hear the "sizzling" sound of cold water meeting hot iron coming from my crotch.

Faced with such intense pleasure, if I weren't a veteran of countless battles, I might have surrendered very quickly.

At this moment, the girl's eyes revealed a blank, vacant look after her orgasm, coupled with her haggard, pale face, forcing me to slow down my thrusting to give her time to catch her breath.

I lowered my head and kissed her violently heaving breasts, my hands gently kneading the pink nipples, enjoying the strange sensation similar to milking.

"If milk could spray out, that would be even more perfect, hehehe..."

This strange thought had barely crossed her mind when she heard a weak, pleading moan in her ear, "Ugh... Brother Serken... please... please let me go... don't pinch there anymore... oh... it's coming again... ah..."

As she finished speaking, her back, which had just straightened, arched back instantly; her once fair and smooth skin now resembled a ripe shrimp, her entire body flushed with the blush of orgasm.

"Baby, you look so beautiful when you're lost in your orgasm." "I turned her limp body over, adopting a rear-entry position, and as I thrust into her intensely contracting vaginal walls, I whispered softly in her ear.

'Mmm…' she could only manage a faint, almost inaudible murmur.

Then, amidst her barely audible sobs, I continued my activity for over half an hour; only after I ejaculated my eighth thick, white semen into her blissful honeyed cave did the lewd moans that filled the small room gradually subside.

'Phew! That was so good! Baby… it's a pity I have to leave, otherwise I really wanted to do it again.' I lay on the bed, completely relaxed, spread-eagled.

Looking at the girl beside me, who seemed to have endured torture, utterly exhausted, covered in cold sweat, and on the verge of death, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

However, that feeling of remorse only lasted a few seconds.

'Waaah… didn't we agree… not to touch my body? But you… how could you go back on your word?'" "After she regained some of her senses, she questioned me in a hoarse, whimpering voice.

I then climbed out of bed and, while getting dressed, said to her, 'Baby, didn't I make myself clear? I'll leave right after I'm done, not after I'm done; besides... since you already know what kind of person I am, you should know to some extent that I don't keep my word, right? Hmm... it's getting late, I hope there will be another chance to share some lovemaking with you next time.'" "

Hastily dressing, I lightly touched the girl's pale lips as she gasped for breath, and reluctantly flicked her firm, pink nipple with my index finger, then, as she let out another dazed moan of orgasm, I leisurely hummed an off-key tune and quickly left the simply furnished little room.

After leaving this unremarkable brothel, I waited a long time at the street corner before finally hailing a carriage that was about to rest. After some 'heavy' persuasion, the driver, looking exhausted, reluctantly took me back to the Royal Military Academy of Calder, about fifty kilometers northeast of Oise.

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