Chapter 847 – #177_Script(2)
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Assistant professor and caretaker relationship.
Master and exclusive slave relationship.
Guardian and ward relationship.
I’ve learned a lot about Amelia through our various relationships, but there were also things I discovered anew after we became lovers.
Let me give you a few examples…
Amelia has a bit of a quirky side.
She’s more diligent and hardworking than anyone, but sometimes her path goes astray, or should I say?
Like this script, for example.
“…A caretaker who makes an arrogant assistant professor helpless and violates her, is it?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Hmm.”
Aside from the ‘violates’ part, it doesn’t seem much different from usual.
I carefully asked Amelia, so she wouldn’t get discouraged.
“Isn’t it what we always do…?”
“It’s different.”
Amelia answered in a confident and resolute tone, so I skimmed through it.
The role-playing script itself didn’t have as much detailed description as I thought.
Unlike when we used to improvise the positions, actions, and lines, this one just provided some guidelines.
It was a real relief.
If there were set lines, it would have been an awkward role-playing situation that would have made me gasp for air.
-The assistant professor orders the caretaker to attend to her at night.
-But it was a deception, and she was actually just trying to torment the caretaker.
-The caretaker gave her a drug that prevents her from using magic to get revenge.
-The assistant professor, unaware of this, scolds the caretaker (30 minutes).
-The drug takes effect, and the assistant professor falls into the caretaker’s trap and becomes helpless.
-The caretaker, who always looked at the assistant professor with a lecherous gaze, violates the resisting assistant professor to his heart’s content (unlimited time).
☆Very Important☆
Please do not stop resisting until the safe word ‘acorn’ is said.
Don’t be surprised if I cry.
It’s okay if Siwoo is rough.
“……”
Here’s another point to understand about Amelia.
Amelia secretly enjoys role reversals.
At first, I thought she was just accommodating me because she liked me, but seeing how much better her reaction is than usual, I could tell.
But a rough violation role-play…
Of course, I don’t dislike beastly conqueror sex either.
But wouldn’t it be nice to share a sticky love in a soft atmosphere after our reunion?
As soon as we went up to the top floor of the Marigold Perfume Shop, Amelia came to me with quick steps.
“Siwoo, first, inhale my scent very deeply.”
“Huh? Amelia, that could be a little dangerous.”
Even so, I always tried to control the intensity with Amelia.
Amelia was tender-hearted, unlike her appearance, and there were many things she was clumsy at.
If I suddenly stepped on the gas, our Amelia would be sulky.
“It’s okay. Siwoo, I’m ready.”
Amelia, with a determined spirit, clenched her fist as she spoke.
“It’s not that, it’s the intensity. What should I say…”
“I can do it!”
She even raised her voice, which was rare.
If she’s going this far, I have no choice but to do as she asks and try to hold back as much as possible.
“Okay.”
I did as I was told.
I buried my nose in Amelia’s hair, which felt like a soft curtain, even though it was thin, and breathed in.
Behind the floral scent that always made my heart race, there was a white musk that suppressed the animal scent that people either liked or disliked.
It was a scent I had never smelled before.
“It smells a little different?”
“I sprayed a perfume that amplifies Siwoo’s honesty.”
Sure enough, my heart was beating faster than usual.
It felt like some kind of animalistic impulse was rising.
Wasn’t this really dangerous? I was worried.
“Wait a little bit.”
Amelia left her seat and soon returned after changing her clothes.
“……”
I was speechless for a moment.
Because Amelia’s outfit was something I had never imagined.
A white silk blouse with a slight sheen, a high-waisted H-line skirt that revealed her hip line and covered half of her thighs, and high heels.
Her hair was styled in a neat chignon to match her clothes.
It was an office look from the modern world.
As expected, clothes look good on a good hanger, and Amelia looked great in modern clothes.
But her office look wasn’t just about the external elements.
Amelia, with her beautiful, intelligent appearance and cold eyes, awakened the aesthetic beauty that should be in an office look.
Almost no exposure.
An outfit that creates a clear, intellectual beauty rather than sex appeal.
These two things paradoxically made people think, ‘I wonder what that woman is like in bed?’ It was a bewitching outfit.
“What are you staring at?”
An icy voice cut off my admiration time.
Whether she had gotten into character for the role, Amelia’s tone and expression had changed completely.
She was like a beauty carved out of ice.
Here’s another point to understand about Amelia.
She’s a very good actress.
It is said that first-class actors have the power to immerse not only themselves but also their co-stars in the situation.
They create an atmosphere that draws in even the people around them.
“I’m sorry.”
I quickly lowered my head.
It was partly to cooperate with the acting, but the drug was too strong.
I felt like I would pounce on Amelia in less than 3 minutes, let alone 30.
“Take off your underwear too.”
“Yes.”
As soon as I took off my clothes, my already fully erect dick was revealed.
“Hmm.”
A cold sneer filled with contempt.
Amelia, who had come close to me, moved her lips provocatively.
“Men are all the same.”
“……”
“Did you really expect me to call you to my room?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You look very excited for someone who didn’t.”
Amelia’s cold fingertips touched the tip of my glans.
“Did you really think that a slave like you could sleep with me? It’s disgusting to even touch this thing with my hands.”
I think I roughly understood Amelia’s concept for today.
It was much spicier than the real Amelia, so it seemed like she wanted to be properly educated.
She was trying to maximize the gap between her daytime and nighttime persona and deliberately draw out my desire to conquer her.
-Thump!
Amelia’s hand pushed me onto the bed.
Amelia, who had taken off her heels, put her foot on my face as I lay helplessly.
Through the gap in her skirt, her mature panties were slightly visible.
“Lick it.”
“Huh?”
“If you lick it carefully, I might let you rub it with my foot. It’s a reward that’s too much for a slave like you, isn’t it?”
“……”
Her acting skills were worthy of a Best Actress award.
She was perfectly portraying the feeling that she was enjoying watching me do pathetic things because I couldn’t resist my desires.
Even her cold, disdainful gaze, which was different from her usual affectionate gaze, was superb.
I swallowed hard.
One of the fetishes I understood the least was foot fetish.
But when Amelia’s small, pretty bare feet were added to my suppressed libido, a ferocious impulse raged.
Wouldn’t it feel good enough if it was her soft-looking feet?
But I had my pride.
My desire to conquer, which was swelling along with my libido, made me firmly refuse to lick Amelia’s feet.
“I can’t do it.”
“So you still want to protect your pride?”
Amelia’s eyebrows arched as if she was displeased.
“Your expression is very rebellious. Okay, I, the merciful one, will be generous.”
Amelia’s toes gently stepped on my fully erect dick.
My dick, which was craving stimulation, willingly accepted her touch.
-Swish, swish
Amelia moved her feet appropriately and also moved her mouth mischievously.
“How is it? Do you still have the strength to stand up for your pride when you’re throbbing like this?”
It was frustrating, but it felt good enough to make me feel self-loathing.
Like a noble being cared for from head to toe, there was no part of her body that wasn’t soft.
-Swish, swish
“How pathetic. If you’re so upset, why don’t you try to pounce on me with your life on the line?”
“……”
“You can’t, can you? You’re a coward.”
“……”
“Well, even if you didn’t have magic, you wouldn’t be a match for me.”
Even the awareness that this was a role-playing situation was fading.
The only thing that was lingering was the impulse to teach the arrogant Amelia a lesson.
It was flowing exactly as Amelia intended.
“You didn’t obey me, but you received this much of a reward, so you need a suitable punishment.”
Amelia put her shoes back on and smiled bitterly.
“You act like you’re upset in front of me, but when you’re alone, you’ll be masturbating while thinking about tonight, right?”
“No, I won’t.”
By now, a rough edge had crept into my voice.
“Yes, you will. I have no intention of playing in your low-class imagination. So, I’ll put a sensory deprivation spell on your penis.”
“……”
“If you want to undo it, practice licking feet.”
-Thump!
Amelia flicked her fingertips.
And.
Nothing happened.
“Huh…?”
In reality, Amelia had drunk a potion she had made that limited all her magical functions.
She was defenseless, unable to use even simple telekinesis, let alone self-defense.
This was also a preparation for a perfect ‘role-playing’.
“Wh-why?”
Amelia was shocked that nothing happened even after repeatedly flicking her fingers.
I got up with a triumphant smile.
My smile was no longer just acting.
Of course.
Amelia had laid another plan for this event.
It was a perfume that allowed me to unleash my beastly nature, which I had suppressed to be considerate of Amelia.
It was the ‘immersion perfume’.
It maximized the range of human emotions, allowing for a much more intense immersion than usual.
If you added the fact that my libido became rough when I smelled her scent, and if you scraped away the fragments of emotions through various plays, it would have a hypnotic effect.
“Wh-what did you do to me?”
And it was the same for Amelia.
Amelia’s reaction to being exposed to the perfume without any defenses, combined with her excellent acting skills, was pursuing extreme realism.
This was the essence of role-playing that immersed you in the role.
It was method role-playing.
“G-get out of here right now. I’ll call someone… Ack!”
I, who was naked, strode up to Amelia and threw her roughly onto the bed.
Amelia literally flew and fell onto the bed.
“Even without magic, I can do that much easily?”
Amelia’s trembling eyes were trapped in the shadow caused by the difference in our physiques.
“Try it.”
Shin Siwoo, the owner of a spirit body that was trained to the extreme, had a 3-ton bench press, despite his lean muscles.
He was an extreme gym rat who could wear six Under Armour shirts.
