## Chapter 110 – The Fish That Took the Bait (2)
A thick, fleshy rod moved in and out of the small lips forced open.
Each time it disappeared into her mouth and reappeared, shameful trails of saliva escaped the corners of Anne’s lips, which were pursed so tightly they formed gaps.
But looking at Anne’s eyes, trembling as if in a fit, it was clear she was too overwhelmed to care about such things.
“Ugh…!! Hah!! Wai… Pah!
Wait… just a sec… Ugh!! Ugh!!”
Whether due to a sudden whim or not, her cock was pulled out for a moment, and she barely managed to catch her breath. However, she couldn’t stop the rod that began to be thrust back in, one stroke after another.
As if determined to break her completely, the brute’s movements tormenting Anne never changed.
“Ooh… not bad, though…
Sticks to the throat nicely…
Hey, you might have some talent?
I kinda like it?”
Anne’s heart surged with resentment at the unsolicited praise, but she forced back her tears, considering her position.
‘My jaw… hurts…’
Into her pure mouth, which had never held anything but food, went the rod of a man she’d met less than an hour ago, one of those who had looked down on her.
Now, she could feel the ache in her jaw joint as she was reduced to a tool to satisfy his lust for what seemed like an eternity. An unwelcome visitor began to flow into Anne’s mouth.
“I’m gonna cum!!”
“Ugh!!”
A bitter taste and smell that couldn’t compare to what she had experienced before.
And something slimy and sticky that caused goosebumps on her skin and an extreme sense of disgust.
The urge to vomit, which she had been desperately holding back, rose to her throat, but as if he had been watching her the whole time, his thick hand clamped over her mouth, preventing her from spitting it out.
“Don’t throw up. Swallow it.
You’re not even doing the basics, are you?”
Although she swallowed it against her will because her mouth was blocked, Anne, disoriented by the lingering bitterness, fell backward onto her buttocks and coughed violently.
“Cough!! Cough!! Ugh… sniff…”
“I heard you stood up to Vivian, so I thought you had some guts.
But you’re weaker than I thought?
This isn’t fun…”
Whether he was disappointed by the lingering aftertaste or by the fact that she wasn’t what he had expected.
Looking at his contemptuous expression as he looked down at Anne, she remembered what she had been told earlier.
‘If you look like you’re slacking off even a little bit, I’ll call the whole thing off.’
The threat that the deal would be off if she didn’t do it properly.
She had swallowed some strange jelly-like liquid she didn’t even know the name of to get here, so she couldn’t let herself be caught out now.
Anne forced herself to stop coughing, straightened her posture, and knelt before him again.
“Recovered? Good, that’s it.
See, you can do it if you try?
Then clean it up nicely this time.”
At the brute’s words, pointing to the rod that had just been in Anne’s mouth, she stared at it again.
The sight of his rod covered in a sticky mixture of her saliva and some strange, white liquid.
She sniffled softly, then slowly opened her trembling lips and tried to swallow it, and the brute’s expression as he looked down at her became quite satisfied.
“Ooh… yeah… ugh…
You’re getting the hang of it…
Lick it like you’re rubbing it with your tongue.”
Anne tried to move her tongue as he ordered, but she could only repeatedly touch and detach her tongue because she kept feeling the unpleasant bitterness in her mouth.
In the end, Anne managed to carry out the order by simply fondling the rod in her mouth and wiping off the fluids on its surface.
“Eunghat!! Ah!! Aah!! Heee!!”
Meanwhile, the two couples who had been rolling around on the bed with Anne and the brute since before they arrived.
Among them, the female student, who was now naked and spreading her legs to receive a rod, let out a seductive moan, and Anne’s eyes rolled towards her.
Whether they were lovers or not, Anne felt a strange twinge in her heart as she watched the woman roll back her eyes and express her happiness as the man thrust his rod into her.
‘If my life had been normal…
Could I have done that with a man I loved…?’
Anne, with the rod of a man who only saw her as a plaything in her mouth, watched the seemingly happy couple having sex.
And at that moment, a small memory flashed through her mind as she thought of Edward.
Lucia, licking his rod as if it were delicious, sucking on it like an ice cream and wearing a happy expression, and Edward, groaning roughly and ejaculating into her mouth.
What had she, who had been hiding and watching that scene, been thinking?
Had she simply despised her for being an aristocratic lady shamelessly sucking a man’s rod in a place where anyone could see her?
Or had she wished that she could be in her place?
‘Teacher…’
If what was in her mouth was his, she would have been able to do it well.
She would have been able to please him even more than Lucia had.
Lost in thought with a prickling sensation in her nose, something suddenly burst out of her mouth like a dam breaking, and startled, she snapped out of her reverie and pulled the rod out of her mouth, gasping for breath.
“Keuh… I told you I was gonna cum…
I told you not to suck it so many times…
You were like a scared chick until just now.”
“Aheuah…”
The sticky liquid that filled her mouth again wrapped around her tongue, and Anne, unable to eat or spit it out, could only let out a soft moan with her mouth open.
She wanted to spit it out right away, but she remembered that he had stopped her from spitting it out earlier.
Feeling the brute’s gaze fixed on her as he looked down at her with a scowl, Anne slowly pursed her lips, closed her eyes tightly, and swallowed the bitter liquid again.
“Ugh…”
“It’s bitter, right? It’s the weirdest taste when you eat it for the first time, isn’t it?”
At that moment, Anne turned her head slightly to look at the source of the voice as she heard Verdi’s voice from where she was lying on the bed.
Whether she had rested enough or not, she was lying on her side, her hand on her waist, which formed a voluptuous curve, and giggling at Anne.
“But you’ll get used to it.
You’ll have to anyway, right?”
“All rested up, Verdi?”
“Aren’t you getting weak?
Cumming twice in an instant?”
“Weak?
Don’t talk nonsense and suck this.”
The brute put something that looked like a cigarette, which he had been holding since who knows when or had received from someone, in Verdi’s mouth.
“Mmm… phuaa~
Good…”
Verdi lay back down on the bed, blew out smoke, smiled, closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them and got up.
“You should try one too.
It’ll probably make the musty taste a lot less noticeable?”
Verdi brought the cigarette to Anne’s mouth.
Anne was flustered by the unfamiliar object and the smoke rising from it.
“It’s gonna burn you raw!! Suck it up!!”
Anne, doubly flustered by Verdi’s urging, bit the end of the cigarette, and Verdi, seeing Anne only holding the smoke with a subtle fragrance in her mouth, seemed frustrated and told her what to do next.
“You’ve never smoked, have you? Just copy me.
Huuu… phooo…”
“Huu… cough… keh-heg…!! Cough!! Cough!!”
“Hahaha!! It’s always like that the first time.
Oh, right? You might feel a little dizzy.
Well, I guess being dizzy isn’t the problem…”
Verdi said softly as she watched Anne cough to catch her breath, feeling the stinging of the smoke burning her throat the moment she inhaled.
Anne, unable to understand what she had done to her, tried to come to her senses.
The moment she felt her mind go blank, she unknowingly fell back on her buttocks again.
“Ah… ah…”
“Oh my. She’s gone?”
A sensation as if blood was boiling, as if she could hear the sound of blood rushing through her veins.
A strange sensation of an increasingly violent heartbeat and the feeling of air catching on every hair on her body.
Anne, clearly sane but unable to move her body as she wanted, looked at Verdi and the brute with terrified eyes as she felt a sensation similar to being drunk.
“Did I give her something too strong for her first time?”
“But isn’t it okay?
I guess it’s her first time, so wouldn’t it be better than doing it sober?”
“You have a malicious side to you sometimes, Verdi.”
“You like that about me, don’t you?”
“You’re good with words. Don’t just stand there awkwardly, suck it one more time.”
As the brute held a new cigarette in his hand and put it in Anne’s mouth, Anne unconsciously sucked it in again.
“Keheuk… Keh…”
“It’ll probably be better once you get a new one in.
You’ll feel something you’ve never felt before?”
Anne coughed the same way when she inhaled the smoke again.
But beyond the tears of pain that welled up in her eyes, her expression was subtly changing.
A feeling of somehow becoming flushed.
Feeling that her mind was hazy but her senses were becoming clearer, Anne suddenly began to look down at her trembling hands.
A swirling vision, and a feeling of peace in the midst of it.
Anne, trying to get up, tried to get up with her dizzy mind, but fell sideways.
“Hahaha!! The drug works for sure.”
“Weren’t you like that when you first did it?”
“Shut up. Then, where…”
At the brute’s action of grabbing Anne’s arm, who had fallen to the floor, and sitting her up straight, Anne barely raised her nodding head and looked at him.
Seeing her unable to come to her senses with the feeling that even his face was swaying, the brute slowly put his hand on her face and stroked it.
“Huu… ugh…”
The warmth of his hand and the pleasant friction transmitted from her heightened senses.
Anne, who momentarily trembled like a puppy and almost fell to the other side, twisted her waist slightly at the subtle pleasure of the touch of the brute’s hand holding her arm to keep her from falling.
“What… is… this…?
What… what…”
“This? It’s nothing much?
It’s a cigarette that makes you feel good.”
“Ciga… rette… strange…
The sky is spinning… my body is hot…
But… I feel… strange…”
“That means you feel that good.
It’s not usually that strong.
But if you mix it with the incense you’re smoking now, it becomes a strong drug.
If you had just smelled the incense from the beginning, you’d be pretty worked up by now.”
Anne blinked at the brute’s words, then looked up at him with trembling eyes.
A feeling that her lips were drying out, and a thirst that somehow welled up.
She was definitely not normal right now.
‘A drug.’
Whatever kind of drug it was, it was definitely making her strange.
She belatedly felt a sense of crisis and tried to struggle, but her actions, already half-intoxicated, were nothing more than ridiculous flailing.
And soon, the brute, with a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep puff and pulled Anne into his arms.
Anne, with her strengthless body in his strong arms, barely looking ahead, was able to spot the face approaching her.
Before she could even try to do anything, he kissed her lips,
Then, at his action of blowing smoke into her mouth again, Anne slowly began to roll back her eyes as she drank the smoke flowing into her mouth again.
‘No… I have to come to my senses…’
“No… way…”
“Now that you’re all nicely prepared,
Shall we taste you…”
Soon, his fingers, reaching out with his evil intentions, were reaching for the buttons of Anne’s dress, trying to remove the last line of defense of the small prey, which now showed no signs of resistance.
