“Um, I have a favor to ask you,” she said, her tone hesitant.
It had been months since Otis and Serena started their volatile relationship, marked by frequent arguments and physical abuse. Serena had been feeling trapped and helpless, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid triggering Otis’ violent outbursts. But this morning, something had shifted within her.
Otis turned to face her, wary of what she might want. “What is it?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
“I will listen to what you say, do what you told me to do . So… will you please promise me you won’t tell your father about my masturbating?” Serena blurted out, her face turning red with embarrassment.
Otis’s expression turned sour as he processed the request. It was unexpected, to say the least. However, he quickly realized that it was not as serious as he initially believed it to be. The relief was palpable, but he still couldn’t help but frown.
“I understand,” he said, attempting to sound reassuring. “I’ll keep your secret safe.”
Serena’s expression was guarded, and she scrutinized Otis with a skeptical gaze. Her eyes narrowed, and she spoke with a hint of suspicion.
“Are you sure about that?” she asked, her tone cautious.
Otis nodded, trying to sound confident. “Absolutely,” he replied. “But, in return, you have to keep your promises too.”
Serena’s voice was firm, and she spoke with conviction. “Of course. I don’t break my promises.”
Otis sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Okay, then, we have a deal,” he said, forcing a smile. “Let’s see your underwear.”
Upon hearing this, Serena exhaled deeply as if pondering her response, and then slowly lifted the hand holding the edge of her skirt.
I was fascinated by the whiteness of her thighs, which were gradually becoming more and more exposed. I found myself gulping down a mouthful of spit.
I swallowed hard and concentrated on the scene in front of me.
Naturally, Serena moved her hands slowly, yet continuously and with determination, never taking them off her skirt. As I watched, I caught a glimpse of her thighs and groin area. When I saw the light blue fabric, I couldn’t help but exclaim “Oh!”
Though I’m certain it wasn’t my doing. It seemed my excitement was apparent, as Serena’s face turned bright red and she let out a muffled cry.
Can I go now…?”she said.
No,” Raise it until I can see everything.
Ugh. ….”
While groaning in embarrassment, Serena did as I asked and lifted up her skirt.
About 30 seconds later.
She lifted the skirt of her uniform with her hand, exposing her underwear. I stared wide-eyed at her crotch, I were devouring it.
The shorts were a basic pair of pale blue pants with a small white ribbon attached. They featured a charming white ribbon and were embroidered with white flowers, giving off an air of tidiness and elegance. They weren’t in flashy colors like black or red, and they weren’t cinched at the waist with a string. I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh at how the underwear suited my taste. “This is lovely,” I accidentally muttered, causing Serena to open her mouth in embarrassment.
You are not done with me yet.”
Not quite. Stay patient.
This is not the end.
After satisfying my sense of sight, I needed to satisfy my other senses – touch, smell, hearing, and even taste – to be fair.
Considering this, I casually extended my hand between Serena’s legs and smoothly moved it up her crack underneath her shorts. As soon as I made contact, she quickly pulled down her skirt in response. Witnessing this, I reprimanded her sternly, using a commanding tone.
Don’t move!
Hiccup!
Serena came to a sudden halt, her movement ceasing as she was struck by a harsh, whip-like tone.
I continued speaking in a low voice.
Raise your skirt and thrust your hips forward. I won’t tell you again.
Yes. …
The woman was forced to expose herself to a man who was not her boyfriend, and he proceeded to touch her without restraint. Despite feeling tears welling in her eyes, Serena managed to comply with the command, feeling a sense of satisfaction at following orders. It seemed as though she had been conditioned to not resist, almost like she was being trained. With this thought in mind, I continued to caress Serena in her revealing shorts.
I lightly rubbed the crack through her shorts using my right index finger, making sure to move it up and down gently so that it touched the clitoris. The key is to use minimal force.
‘Nn…fu…fu! Oh, ya… hah, hah… ♡ nn, ku… nn ah ♡”
Serena’s voice, coming from above, started to sound like panting. I realized that her light blue shorts were becoming wet and stiff. I saw a slight mark along her genital area and felt a tremble in my throat. She didn’t seem to be aware, but each time my fingers moved along her shorts, she rocked her hips back and forth, seeking more stimulation. As I stopped massaging her genital area and began to circle her clitoris, her movements became even more frantic.
Let’s get you undressed.”
I said abruptly, not pausing for her response. I quickly removed her shorts down to her knees with one swift motion. I had intended to draw out the process, including removing her underwear to evoke a sense of embarrassment, but I couldn’t wait any longer in the presence of her aroused and intoxicating scent. My restraint was not enough.
Oh …!”
When I removed my shorts, Serena let out a scream upon feeling the open air on her genitals, a sound that was neither a shriek nor a charming yell. The wet and glistening crack where the penis goes in was dripping with love juice, creating a scene of dominance. At the top of the crack, a swollen clitoris was visible. I leaned in closer to her pussy, watching as her quivering clitoris seemed to beckon me to stroke it. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and sucked her clitoris into my mouth.
Hiaaaah!
Serena couldn’t contain her reaction and screamed while trying to remove my hand from her skirt and pull me away from her crotch.
Initially, I considered telling her to stay still, but ultimately, I realized that she was unconcerned about her skirt in that moment.
As I buried my head in her skirt, I delicately touched her clitoris with my tongue before circling it with gentle licks. I then proceeded to suck on her clitoris passionately, much like I would suck on a nipple.
Continuing with fervor, he sucked on her clitoris as if it were a nipple.
Despite Serena’s desperate pleas as she grabbed my head through her skirt, her words only heightened my excitement and had no effect on my actions.
Trying to evade my advances, Serena attempted to move her bottom provocatively, enticing the guy nearby. However, it seemed more like a way to distract me as I was busy exploring her intimate areas. Despite her efforts, I managed to firmly grip her rear to prevent any further resistance. Struggling with the excitement, I continued to pleasure her, causing her to react with a high-pitched sound of pleasure. Enjoying the sensation of her body, I started to stimulate her clitoris, unable to resist the urge to continue
Naturally, using just the clitoris for stimulation would become boring, so I make sure to also touch the labia, both large and small. I use my tongue to explore the vaginal opening, feeling the folds inside and vigorously stimulating the walls with the tip of my tongue. She was so aroused that she couldn’t hold back from reaching climax once again! Witnessing Serena’s trembling hips, I knew she was nearing her limit, so I gave her clitoris one last intense touch. I kissed her with a gentle sound, sucked on her like a baby seeking nourishment, and ended by gently biting her swollen clitoris. In that moment, Serena let out a powerful climax.
Aaahhh! ♡♡♡♡♡♡”
As she cried out, the warm liquid from her pussy splashed down on my face.
I opened my mouth wide and drank up the flood of love juice.
The lewd, slutty sounds echoing through the peaceful living room of the Moonlight household for quite some time.
*********
“Otis-kun, nice to meet you today as well.”
As Otis walked into the room, Luna couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over her. It had been a month since he had used his magic to rid her of the deadly Grim Reaper disease, and since then, Luna’s health had improved significantly. She couldn’t believe how much better she felt, and it was all thanks to Otis.
Since the curse had been lifted, Otis had been a constant presence in Luna’s life. He visited her regularly, always making sure to check in and see how she was doing. In the beginning, he came every day, just to be safe, but as time went on, his visits became less frequent.
Despite this, he still makes time to visit me every other day to catch up and see how I’m doing. He’s been a great source of support and has been incredibly helpful during this time. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
As Luna sat there, basking in Otis’s presence, she couldn’t help but notice that something had changed in her home. It wasn’t anything physical—she hadn’t redecorated or anything like that—but the atmosphere felt different. It was brighter and more inviting, and she couldn’t help but feel that it was all because of Otis.
For the first time in a long time, Luna felt hopeful. She had been so sick for so long, and she had almost given up hope that she would ever feel well again. But with Otis by her side, she knew that anything was possible. She was filled with a renewed sense of energy and determination, and she knew that she had Otis to thank for it all.
Before Otis arrived,I found myself losing control over my body, preventing me from getting out of bed or eating. Lyselia and Linaria were constantly worried about her well-being. They tried to put on brave faces whenever Luna was around, but she could tell that they were just as concerned as she was.
But with Otis by her side, Luna felt like she could conquer anything. He was always there for her, offering words of encouragement and helping her through the tough times.
Luna was sitting on a chair at the living room table and watching Linaria cook. Even the simplest things, like watching Linaria cook in the kitchen, brought her joy and filled her heart with hope.
Linaria is happily involved in cooking and receives positive comments from Otis-nii-san about the delightful flavor of her dishes. As I watch this delightful sight, I can’t help but grin, although there’s a hint of jealousy in me. I passionately wish to speed up my recovery and soon be able to cook meals for Otis-kun.
That sensation resurfaces once more.
If I had a son, would he be like this?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
