‘I need to be very careful here’
I thought as I restrained the raging Olivia below me, in these scenarios the way the players can deal with it differs from woman to woman, and the way in which you have conquered the girl, in my case with the thing with Olivia is more of a lover-master thing, with I conquering over her M side while not letting her S side take over.
And now to go through this scene I must thoroughly imprint on her, who her master is, fill her with a great amount of pleasure and pain such that when it cools down she knows I am her master, if I don’t do this now, then her S side will get out of control and try to take over the relationship which would lead to a bad end.
This is one of the main reasons that you need a lot of strength when you deal with the girls, the shout out you will have to deal with when you slowly manipulate the harem is not easy at all, one mistake and it will be over, thus using my strength I fully controlled Olivia, I also pulled out of her.
“Ah~”
Which earned me her glare of anger, her positive S side slowly raging out desiring to get control.
‘Girl, I haven’t used the full level of pleasure I can give you’
As I mused at this thought, the fully restrained Olivia could only gaze at me in defiance, so I let out a breath as my lips grazed her exposed nape. Olivia trembled beneath me, a soft moan escaping her as I kissed the sensitive skin. Her body, so tense and stiff, responded like a delicate toy under my hands.
I could feel her thoughts—the flicker of jealousy as she compared this moment to memories of another woman. But that was irrelevant. This moment was ours, and I wasn’t about to let her insecurities ruin it.
With one hand, I grabbed her waist, letting my fingers press into her soft lower abdomen, catching the small bit of flesh there. She shuddered, and her body bent forward instinctively. “You don’t have to be angry,” I whispered, my voice low. “You are my desire.”
Her stammered protests did little to convince me otherwise. I guided her gaze to the mirror, the light casting a shimmering glow over her bare skin. I could see it in her eyes—the reluctance to face herself, to witness the image of her own disheveled, vulnerable form, her S side not allowing it.
“Look,” I urged, my hand firm against her back. She turned slightly, avoiding the reflection. But I knew what was running through her mind—that in trying to escape her own reflection, she was offering herself completely to my gaze.
Her eyes met mine, and I could feel the desire swelling within her, even if she tried to suppress it. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a delicate blend of sweat and something more primal.
I moved closer, letting my hand brush against her face as I pulled back her sweaty hair. Her legs crossed tightly, her body becoming hypersensitive to every touch. I could feel her reaction as I leaned in, burying my face against her nape without hesitation, I slowly manipulated her level of pleasure to a level she wouldn’t be able to handle.
“When will you remove your hands?” I whispered against her ear, my voice heavy with anticipation. Before she could respond, I took control, grasping the hands that feebly covered her chest and forcing them down. Her body froze under my command, a small gasp escaping her lips as her nipples stood erect, exposed, and vulnerable.
I smirked at her futile resistance. “Such a useless struggle,” I murmured, my fingers gently teasing the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She flinched under my touch, but her body was already betraying her. The tension in the room thickened as I pinched her nipples, drawing a sharp moan from her.
Her voice trembled, begging me not to pull, but I ignored her words. I tightened my grip, twisting the delicate flesh between my fingers. I could feel her embarrassment and pain, but also her pleasure—the way her body craved my touch despite her protests.
My hand moved lower, tracing a path down her trembling body until it reached her wet cunt. With a rough motion, I slid my hand beneath, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited me. “It’s quite wet,” I commented, my voice steady despite the intensity of the moment.
“It’s sweat…” she muttered, her voice weak. But we both knew the truth. My fingers slid between her folds, teasing her sensitive flesh as she arched forward, gripping my arm for support. She trembled, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the intimacy of it all.
And then, as if trying to reclaim some control, she reached for my dick. She tried to mask her fear, but her body betrayed her once more, leaking lubrication onto my hand. My hands found her waist again, pulling her toward me, my throbbing erection pressing against her smooth, trembling belly.
Her skin shuddered beneath me, and I could feel the fear and excitement mingling within her. Her scent—intoxicating and unmistakably feminine—only heightened the tension between us.
Unable to resist any longer, I moved forward, pushing her hard into the bed. The soft blankets crinkled beneath her, and I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the internal struggle she fought as I positioned myself over her. But in that moment, I knew—I had complete control.
It felt like I needed to do something to ease the tension, so I reached out, tracing slow circles around her nipple with my finger.
“Mnn~…”
A light moan escaped her lips, and I could feel her body reacting to my touch.
Before long, I gripped her nipple a bit tighter, feeling it twitch between my fingers as I gently tweaked it. She winced, and I heard her whisper,
“Don’t… don’t pull it…”
But the sensation of her soft skin, the way her body swelled up embarrassingly under my touch—it was hard to resist. I twisted and tugged at her nipple, almost as if I was trying to draw something from her that wasn’t there.
“Ah, ah…!”
Her voice was a mix of protest and something else, but it felt like I was pushing her boundaries, seeing how far I could go. My hand left imprints on her soft flesh as I clenched her breast, feeling the heat radiate from her.
She was in pain, that much I knew, but there was more to it. I could sense the way she responded, the way she tried to hide the pleasure creeping into her expression. The way my hands roamed over her body seemed to fill a void in her.
Her body was soft, and yielding, as my hands traveled lower.
~Squelch~
“It’s quite… wet,” I murmured, feeling the moisture beneath the soft, slightly rough hair.
“It’s sweat…” she responded quickly, her voice shaky.
“Is that so?” I replied, not really caring for her denial as I tapped her lightly with my palm.
Slap~
The sound of it—the slick, obscene noise as my fingers moved against her—filled the room. Olivia’s eyes squeezed shut as if that would help her escape the embarrassment, but the sound only grew louder in her mind. She couldn’t hide from it.
“Hic…!” A soft hiccup escaped her as I bent my finger just enough to slip inside her warmth.
“Ahh…! Ugh…!” Her voice was shaky, and I could feel how overwhelmed she was. Her body trembled, but there was something else. That rebellious streak I noticed in her—she didn’t want to just sit there and take it. With shaky hands, she reached for my cock.
Squelch.
Without a word, I withdrew my hand from her warmth and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her closer. Her body pressed against me, and she shuddered as my hardness throbbed against her smooth belly.
“Ah…!” Each pulse, each twitch of me against her skin, made her tremble. I could see the fear in her eyes, mingling with something more primal. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, her body betraying her mind as the scent of her pheromones filled the air.
I could feel her soft skin beneath me, her scent overwhelming my senses. I moved my hips slightly, feeling the pressure build against her navel. She flinched.
“T-that hurts…” she whispered, her fingers gripping my arm as if that would stop me.
“Ah…!” I teased her lower abdomen roughly, my breath heavy in her ear as I leaned in close and whispered something that made her entire body go still. Her face flushed red, her breathing ragged.
