Double penetration, plunder and hypnosis Entry - Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: Maintenance

Omon Naoko’s expression froze as she realised Lin Yuan had not ceased his actions. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel anew, poised to resume the drive. “You… you mean to continue?” Her voice quavered, disbelief clouding her eyes. Naoko’s desires had always burned fiercely, so much so that they had contributed to her divorce. Yet, the notion of a second round was beyond her imagining, stirring a tumult of emotions within her.

On one hand, she lingered on the thrill of their previous high-speed journey, its intensity leaving her mind reeling. On the other hand, her rationality screamed that she teetered on the edge of her limits. Her body craved further exhilaration, but her spirit quailed at the prospect. Shame, fear, anticipation, and resistance swirled in her mind, rendering coherent thought nearly impossible. Her legs trembled, pressing together instinctively, as if to ward off the impending surge of sensation. Yet, her body betrayed her, the long-suppressed desires reigniting with ferocious intensity.

“No… I cannot… I am at my limit…” she whispered, her voice laced with conflict. Her mind fought to resist, but her form yielded to Lin Yuan’s rhythm, her breath quickening, her cheeks flushing deeper, her gaze growing unfocused.

“You have no say in this,” Lin Yuan declared, his tone firm, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed her wavering resolve. “If I choose to continue, we continue.” He knew Naoko was entirely within his grasp, her rationality dissolving under the tide of her desires. The Eye of Truth—a system insight—had revealed her vulnerability: an hour of unrelenting dominance would reduce her to utter submission. Why would I stop? he thought, bolstered by his Enhanced Physique, which flooded him with inexhaustible vigour.

“Director, your performance was not yet flawless,” he teased, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “Allow me to instruct you in true intimacy guidance—my role demands it.” Naoko’s body shuddered, shame and unease warring within her. She was powerless, a passenger in Lin Yuan’s relentless drive.

“No… stop, please!” she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. “I was wrong—I’ll apologise!” Her frantic entreaties sought to halt the overwhelming tide, but Lin Yuan offered no respite. He pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring anew, the vehicle trembling violently. Naoko’s form tensed, like a racecar on the brink of collapse, poised at the edge of its limits.

“I cannot… no more…” Her voice faded to a whisper, her eyes glazing over, her expression contorting into a dazed, overwhelmed state. An hour later, Lin Yuan’s relentless handling had left its mark, branding Naoko with his indelible influence. Surveying the scene, he marvelled at the sheer excess, a wry chuckle escaping him. “Truly an anime-like abundance,” he mused. In the real world, such a yield could make me a fortune.

His laughter subsided as he turned to Naoko, now slumped on the floor. With deliberate authority, he placed the “car key” before her. “Director, surely you know a vehicle requires maintenance after a drive?” His voice carried a commanding weight, as if addressing a tamed creature. Naoko flinched, a complex mix of emotions—shame, humiliation, yet an undeniable subservience—flashing in her eyes. From her perspective, the “key” loomed like a towering peak, imposing and unyielding.

She understood, with a sinking certainty, that she was now bound to this young man. Raising her head, her gaze was clouded with surrender, her voice faint but tinged with a tremor of excitement. “Yes… Master.” The word struck Lin Yuan like a spark, igniting a surge of conquest and satisfaction. His body stiffened briefly before the thrill coursed through him.

He lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. “Well done, Director. You’ve finally grasped your place.” Naoko’s cheeks burned, her expression a blend of shame and capitulation, yet a spark of exhilaration flickered within her. Her form quivered, as if anticipating the next phase of “maintenance.” Lin Yuan released her, patting her cheek lightly. “Begin,” he commanded.

Naoko hesitated, her body rigid, but soon complied. Supporting herself on the floor, she crawled toward him, her hands gently grasping his thighs. As her fingers brushed the “key,” its potent warmth sent a shiver through her. Though her mind wavered with unease, the insatiable desire within her drove her forward, compelling her to proceed.

She’s wholly mine now, Lin Yuan thought, his triumph absolute.