Chapter 40: Real Gentlemen and Ladies My goal is to get into the VIP area.
The people gathered here are already the elite of society, so they aren't usually called "VIPs," but I've heard there's a space further inside where Bluebird discusses business.
They call it business, but since these criminals are also here to enjoy a sex party, the security isn't exactly impenetrable. It's more of a place where acquaintances drift in and out to play together or buy drugs.
My job is to get close to the guests identified as regulars and make my way into that inner room.
I managed to join the sex party somehow, but Lynette's team couldn't secure a deep enough undercover identity for us to just walk in.
So, my role is basically to party so hard that I become best friends with the guests and get invited inside, right?
"Ahahaha! Are you struggling that much because you can't even train one girl? Akado, you don't belong here. Did you bribe your way in?"
"Hey now, it's not like that, Bear Mask. Listen, just listen. I just don't like using coercive methods. Isn't it way more thrilling when those proud, high-and-mighty bitches eventually break and crawl on all fours just to suck my dick?"
"Anyone can do that. This is why rookies are hopeless."
"No, no—anyone can tie someone up, hit them, and sexually harass them. You're missing the point. Imagine this: the master does absolutely nothing, but the slave can't contain her lust and begs for his cock. But because she's so proud, she can't bring herself to say it. Isn't that process heart-pounding? I'm telling you, I enjoy the process, not the result."
Everyone here is wearing a mask and has cast off their dignity, so the conversation is definitely high-voltage.
As the "slave philosophy" of these true perverts—who make up only a small percentage even among us "Gentlemen"—flew back and forth, Lynette couldn't adapt to the conversation and just let her eyes wander nervously.
Lynette's appearance, which was far too ordinary to be a "slave," actually drew the attention of the Gentlemen and Ladies. I used her as a conversation starter to get close to people.
"Hmm—I was going to share some of my 'special medicine' if our little rookie was struggling so much."
I couldn't see her full face because of the bird mask covering everything from her nose up, but the woman wearing it gave a devious smile.
At the mention of "medicine," Lynette's eyes widened, and she secretly poked my side with her crossed arms.
I know, I know. Why are you in such a rush?
"Medicine?"
"You said you hated forcing them to submit, but I guess you're interested in drugs?"
"See? I told you he was a rookie. I was right."
"Oh, come on. You're underestimating me. I am interested in the medicine. But it's not about using it to force her. How about this? You give her the drug and then just... leave her alone."
"Oho..."
These Gentlemen and Ladies have surprisingly weak perversion levels.
I have decades of eroge experience. My head is a library of every degenerate fantasy ever dreamed up by the world's greatest perverts.
As I began to spin a tale of the creative depravity I planned to inflict, the eyes visible behind their masks sparkled with interest.
"Just hearing it gets me hard."
"I'll have to try that when I get back today."
As the Gentlemen and Ladies showed interest, the faces of their slaves turned pale.
Sorry, you guys are going to have a rough time today.
But hey, you're playing the slave role because you enjoy it too, right? The longer you endure, the greater the climax.
I wrapped my arm around the waist of a woman serving me a new drink and sucked on her exposed nipple.
"Ahhh~ No juice comes out of there~"
With a coquettish voice, the woman held out a glass she had been holding between her breasts.
I took the glass while flicking her turgid nipple with my tongue. She let out a soft giggle, gave me a light peck on the cheek, and walked away.
Come to think of it, everyone here must have been biting and sucking on those tits.
Thinking that killed my excitement instantly, so I just started groping Lynette's breasts to my heart's content.
"Our rookie looks bored. Go and help him out."
The Lady used her foot to push away the slave who had been licking her pussy and sent her toward me.
She wouldn't send a man to me, of course; a sexy blonde woman crawled over on all fours.
Is there no way to get these masks off? Whether they were slaves or masters, everyone wore masks covering half their faces, making it impossible to see them clearly.
The only ones without masks were the staff provided by the party. However, judging by the lower half of her face alone, this blonde looked like a total beauty.
"Pardon me."
"Yeah, feel free to be as rude as you like."
The blonde spoke demurely and began to unbutton my pants to pull out my dick.
As my stiffly erect cock popped out, Lynette flinched and her body tensed up. The blonde stuck out her long, lewd tongue and began to lick it.
"What are you doing? A senior slave is giving you a lesson. You should watch closely."
Suddenly grabbed by the back of her head and forced to press her face against my thigh, Lynette glared at me for a split second.
Then, realizing she'd made a mistake, she quickly went back to acting submissive and turned her gaze toward the blonde sucking my dick right in front of her.
I wonder if Lynette realized?
That the perverted Gentlemen and Ladies in front of us had swallowed hard at that brief, defiant glare she gave me.
To these perverts, who see even resistance as a sign of untainted purity, Lynette must have looked incredibly erotic.
Slurp... Schlick...
With trembling eyes, Lynette watched the blonde expertly suck my cock.
The sight of the blonde's saliva coating my shaft and balls until they glistened was reflected in Lynette's pupils, and she couldn't look away.
Every time Lynette's increasingly ragged breath brushed against my dick, I twitched, and my glans would poke the roof of the blonde's mouth.
"This bitch is enjoying herself and ignoring her master?"
As the blonde got lost in sucking my dick and started masturbating, The Lady stepped up behind her and delivered a sharp slap to her pale buttocks.
"Hyahhh—ngh... Slurp—haah..."
With my dick still in her mouth, she let out a moan that could have been pain or pleasure, and The Lady continued to slap her ass until it turned bright red.
As if refusing to let go, her long tongue wrapped around my shaft. Every time the blonde trembled from a faint climax, my dick would thrust deep into her throat, and the pleasure was incredible.
The Lady chuckled, crouched down, and whispered into the blonde's ear.
"You shouldn't embarrass your master by finishing first, right? If you do, you'll have to receive the punishment the rookie told us about."
"Mmph—mmph, hng! Ohhh—!!"
See? Even if her face looked dark, she was looking forward to it.
The moment the blonde heard The Lady's words, her body shuddered as she hit a peak, letting out a choked sob as her posture collapsed.
My saliva-drenched dick was exposed as she pulled away. The Lady looked down at the blonde with pity before taking my cock in her hand.
"I'm sorry you have to settle for an old lady like me."
"Anytime. I'd appreciate it even more if you used something other than your hand."
"Fufu—you're greedy."
Yume was the same way, always lying about being an "old lady." The standards in this eroge world are way too different from Earth.
Her skin was clear without a single wrinkle, and her body was vibrant and firm. What "old lady"?
Taking over the pleasure the blonde had built up halfway, The Lady used her dazzling hand technique to try and wring the semen out of me.
The way she skillfully adjusted the pressure with her soft hands, gripping and releasing as she pumped up and down... her handjob technique made it clear why she was called a Master.
"Whoa... I might end up becoming your slave at this rate."
"Fufu, it would be nice to have one more handsome slave."
While giving me a handjob, The Lady enjoyed herself by fondling her own breast with her other hand. Then, she looked down at Lynette, who was still watching intently with her face pressed against my thigh.
With a mischievous smile, The Lady stopped the handjob and tilted my dick toward Lynette's lips.
Lynette flinched at the sudden scent of cock, and The Lady leaned down to whisper to her.
"What are you doing? You should give your Master's cock a kiss of submission. Even the kindest Master can become violent if you don't do your job."
Wow... As expected, a fake master like me is no match for a professional.
Her voice was gentle yet commanding; I almost knelt before her myself instead of Lynette.
But, sorry, My Lady. We're just acting right now, so there's no way Lynette will actually—
Mwah.
Huh?
I felt a soft sensation on my glans and stared down blankly.
Lynette, her face bright red, had her eyes squeezed shut as she pressed her puckered lips against the tip of my dick.
She looked like an innocent girl having her first kiss, but since the object of that kiss was my dick, it was hot as hell.
"Good girl. That's a well-behaved slave."
The Lady patted Lynette's head approvingly and started stroking my dick again.
Uh—wait, I think I'm gonna blow.
But The Lady stroked vigorously as if telling me to give the semen to the lips pressed against the glans, and Lynette's mouth opened slightly along with her heavy breathing.
Splurt—! Spurt, spurt—!
It was impossible for her slightly parted lips to contain all of my semen.
As the white fluid covered her mouth and face, my dick throbbed in satisfaction.
The fact that Lynette—an elite government agent respected by her teammates—had her face covered in my cum gave me an immense surge of pleasure.
The Lady wiped a bit of semen from Lynette's cheek with her finger and put it in her own mouth while looking up at me.
"It's delicious. If it tastes this good, I might actually get serious."
"I'm not really into being a slave, but I do like being well-fed."
"Hahaha—you really are an interesting boy."
The Lady giggled, stroked my chin with her other hand, and then pulled a business card from her cleavage and handed it to me.
"You said you were interested in medicine? See over there? If you go there and say I sent you, they'll let you in. Look for Lorenzo."
"... ..."
"Why? Did you change your mind?"
"No. Aren't you going to give me your personal contact info?"
"... Pfft—no. An old lady like me shouldn't go around ruining a young man's future."
With that, The Lady leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"If you get caught by me, you'll end up a total wreck, so I can't. Mwah."
Ooooh... that was electric.
After kissing my ear, The Lady stood up, gave a soft laugh, and walked away, tugging on the leash of the blonde who still hadn't come to her senses.
Hmm... I bragged about playing a lot of eroge and all that, but I'm no match for the real deal.
I need to work harder so I can become a true Gentleman like that Lady.
But now... could you get up? You're a great actress.
Lynette was still panting, her face covered in cum, unable to get up.
But if I wiped it off and took care of her, it would break character.
My semen dripping from her mouth stained my pants, and I stood up, pretending to be horrified.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how much these cost?! Hey, snap out of it!"
"I-I'm sorry..."
Only then did Lynette snap out of it and stand up, her hair matted with semen. I scowled.
"Go wash your face. Dammit—you're ruining my image. What am I supposed to do about this?"
As I grumbled and focused only on my pants, Lynette stood up and headed for the restroom.
After acting annoyed and scrubbing at the stain with water, I turned back to the laughing Gentlemen.
"You guys won't call the cops just because a guy went into the ladies' room, right?"
"Do you think anyone here is in a position to call the police?"
"People are so sensitive about that stuff these days. Ugh, fuck—I can't let this slide. I'm going to go give her a lesson."
"There's no better place for a lesson than the restroom."
The perverted Gentlemen nodded in satisfaction, and I headed toward the restroom Lynette had entered.
I kicked the door open and went in. Lynette, who was washing up at the sink, turned around in surprise. I grabbed her and dragged her into a stall.
I slammed the toilet lid down, forced Lynette to sit, and approached her.
"Haa... haa..."
"Your breathing is pretty heavy. Did you like my dick that much?"
At my words, Lynette swallowed hard and lowered her gaze.
As she sat there, her eyes naturally fell toward my crotch, and the dick that had just fired a shot began to stir again at the sight.
Lynette held her breath as she watched the bulge twitch inside my pants, and I showed her what she was waiting for.
'We can get inside.'
"... ..."
When I whispered and showed her the business card I got from The Lady, Lynette stared blankly for a moment, looking back and forth between me and the card, before lowering her eyes with a look of disappointment.
'O-Oh... G-Good job... Yeah, well done...'
Her reaction is a bit lukewarm? Wait, could it be...?
When I silently unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock, Lynette's eyes widened as she looked up at me.
I'm not a clueless guy like Akito.
This is the dick you wanted, right?
I moved the business card that was slightly obscuring it, and Lynette's gaze naturally drifted back to my dick.
'There are people in the restroom, so I'm going to keep acting.'
What people? It's quiet as a grave.
But I can't let my guard down~ Spencer told me not to relax~ So I have no choice~
Using that as an excuse, I pressed my dick against her mouth.
"Suck it."
Her red lips, which had been feeling the warmth of my glans, slowly began to part. I pushed my dick into the opening.
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