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Whether it was the setting or something else, Alya was working harder than usual today. Her silver hair swayed as her mouth actively welcomed the intrusion, saliva flying with wet, erotic sounds. The thick member went deep into her throat, creating an ugly bulge in her slender neck. Her blue eyes ignored him, focusing intently on his abdomen. Her teeth grazed him, and her practiced tongue ensured every drop was savored.
*Faster, just a little faster...*
The laughter of the passersby was a more powerful motivator than Hirano's threats. Alya was possessed, sucking frantically. Her throat, which had just tasted ramen and ice cream, was now a sexual organ for extracting essence. She was almost gagging, yet she used the soft flesh of her mouth to soothe him. Her frantic, sudden improvement in technique pushed Hirano to the brink.
"So good... tsk," Hirano stroked Alya's head, praising the stubborn girl's progress. "You've improved after a few days off. Learn that from Masha?"
"Hah... hah... shut... up... slurp..."
Alya couldn't admit she had taught herself by watching adult videos and using her excellent memory. She rolled her eyes in disgust but continued, her lipstick leaving marks as she drained him.
"Come... ugh... come in my mouth... slurp..."
In a crowded mall, with her crush waiting just outside a curtain, the beautiful Silver Princess knelt and erotically drained another man. The stimulation of this secret adultery caused Hirano's pleasure to peak. Suddenly, he pushed down on her silver hair and surged into her mouth.
"Mmm! Gurgle... cough...!"
Forced into an act of oral violation, Alya's pained expression nevertheless held a hint of relief and joy. The foul, pungent fluid flooded her throat. It was the opposite of delicious, yet it made her heart leap.
*Great... he finished... now he just needs to leave... ugh, leave... leave...*
Alya began to choke. Hirano withdrew, the remaining fluid splashing across her flawless face and silver hair. Her blue eyes lost focus, perfectly matching her flushed cheeks. Then, the Silver Princess closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Finally, she opened her mouth, the cold, noble girl now acting as a vessel, showing her master her work. Steam rose from her mouth, a mix of her own scent and the musk of his climax.
"Hah... hah... is that... enough..."
Silver hair, snow-white skin, and milky-white essence—three shades of white intertwined in a lewd performance. Hirano stared at the willing slave before him for a long time before reaching out to pull her up.
"It's enough. That's all for today. Good job, Alya."
Alya blinked, then felt a rush of ecstasy. *He... he's letting me go?! It's actually over?*
The fact that this villainous man was showing mercy made her feel a profound sense of relief. Now, if he could just slip out unnoticed, she could continue her date with Masachika, show him the dress she had picked out, and make his heart flutter...
Then... then...
Alya swallowed. The thick, foul taste in her mouth felt like a hallucination; only the lingering aftertaste proved it was real. *It's so gross,* she told herself, trying to believe she had only sucked him so hard to make him finish and leave. Yet, her tongue was still scraping the roof of her mouth, searching for the last bit of him to swallow down.
"Looks like it's clear." Hirano peeked out the curtain and found a gap. He turned back to Alya. "I'm going. You—"
He paused. He saw her scrape a bit of essence off her hair and put it in her mouth, as if tasting ice cream.
"...N-no!"
Seeing Hirano's strange look, Alya snapped out of it as if electrocuted, throwing her hands behind her back. "I... I wasn't... I just..."
"Oh? Just what?" Realizing something, Hirano smirked and stepped closer, his face inches from hers. Alya swallowed, and this time, it wasn't out of fear. "It seems I really have been neglecting you lately."
Hirano stroked Alya's smooth stomach; her high body temperature scorched his palm, and he could feel her internal pulse. "The punishment is over, Alya. We're even." He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "But if you *want* it... that's another story."
Alya's hands clenched.
"Well? If you want it, just lean against the wall like before. I'll handle the rest."
After a long silence, the silver-haired girl turned around—not out of coercion, but of her own volition. She raised her hands over her head against the wall. Her hair parted like a waterfall, revealing her arching back. Her rounded rear and the deep cleft were exposed as she hooked her fingers into her white panties and pulled them down to her knees. A single layer of fabric, yet it felt like the heaviest shackle, making her long legs tremble. She reached back and parted her own cheeks, revealing the glistening honey already trailing from her.
"Alya, when you want something, you should say something pleasant." Hirano teased her as he squeezed her rear. "I had your mouth stuffed last time, so let's start over... Do you want it?"
"...Y-yes." Alya's face was beet red, but her eyes were dazed. Following the commands of her prior "training," she suppressed her shame to pour out her lust. "I want... Hirano-papa's stick... inside me..."
"Good girl. You're so wet; you've been holding back a long time, haven't you?"
"Yes... because Papa only plays with Masha-mama every day. At school, you only touch my butt or squeeze my breasts. Every time... it feels so bad down there... ugh... I had to go home and watch movies and touch myself..."
"Oh? So it's my fault? No wonder you're so good with your mouth—our honor student has been practicing. How often?"
"Every day... more than once. Every time I help my sister into the shower, I can smell Papa's scent on her..."
Swinging her hips, her flesh rubbing against him, the embarrassed Silver Princess looked back. Forgetting her surroundings and the "Prince" waiting outside, she actively seduced the beast who had violated her.
"Every time, it hurts so much... I have to touch it myself... Papa, please, come inside... soothe Alya's aching womb..."
"My, what about Kuze-kun waiting outside? Isn't that too pitiful?"
"Ugh, saying that now is just cruel..." In Alya's blue eyes, heart-shaped patterns appeared—the same ones Masha had when she was over-excited. Her slightly parted lips were just as inviting as Masha's bewitching smile.
"Don't... don't worry about him... mmm, it's your fault. My hole has been ruined by Papa... it can't go back... Papa, you won't stop me from dating Masachika, right? You're so good to me, giving me tips and everything... you'll encourage us to be together, right?"
Facing Alya's intentional flattery, Hirano laughed, a sound that held no discernible warmth.
"That's right, Alyaa. I won't stop you from dating him, just as we agreed. You don't need to test me; I'll keep my promise. You can rest easy."