Chapter 47 – @8. The Tragedy of Undercover Investigator Nikita Romanova
As if we were deeply in love with each other, we coveted each other’s bodies.
Unlike before, she let out a shy moan, but the pleasure she was feeling was rather strong.
I also felt incredibly intense pleasure, and I ejaculated faster than before.
For a moment I thought I really loved her.
No. It’s not just a thought, it seems that I really loved it.
Bora sat on top of me for a while and enjoyed the afterglow.
“Did you like it?”
“It was good. It was the first time I had such a good experience.”
“Do you still want to die quickly?”
“No. I want to live.”
She stared at me and said. There was no emotion on her face. However, you can’t hide only your eyes. She, like me, felt affection for me.
Unbelievable, but it really was.
“But you won’t let me live.”
“Okay.”
I calmly told her.
“I know. The you I know is that kind of person. You must keep a word once spoken.”
“I won’t be sorry.”
“I know. That kind of person.”
What kind of person was the general manager that Nikita Romanova knew?
I was more curious.
“There is only one way you can survive.”
“What is it?”
Her eyes were very small, but they shone.
I picked up her cutter, her knife, which I had thrown on the floor, and gave it to her.
“Slit my throat with this. You could kill me with this.”
Nikita Romanova’s eyes twitched wildly. Her hand holding her cutter knife was shaking.
“Uh… Uh…”
Are you conflicted? Worry? I honestly don’t know.
Her restraint upon her actress is one she could never hurt me.
If so, is it even if her own life is in danger?
Her purple face trembled and looked at me.
I could see that I was standing in a really great conflict.
How much time has passed?
Took!
Bora dropped the knife she was holding.
“No…”
She was crying Even to save her own life, she couldn’t kill the day she was going to kill herself.
“It’s… You can’t do that.”
Bora shed her tears.
“I can’t help it.”
“Yes. I can’t help it.”
“Sorry, but you don’t have any more chances left.”
“Black!”
Bora hugged me and cried sadly.
Her anger laid her down and devoured her again, seized by her new despair. She let out her moans without restraint, and at the same time shed tears of despair.
“Open your mouth.”
I ejaculated in her mouth this time.
Gulp! Gulp!
Nikita took the cock of the man she had declared to kill her and held it in her mouth.
Still can’t even think of rebelling against me.
“It’s almost done. Just be patient.”
Her I was exhausted and she masturbated as she looked down at her collapsed.
“Sobbing!”
In the meantime, Bora was crying non-stop.
He looked at her in her full emotion and made her ejaculate.
Her body was covered in my semen.
“Now it’s one last time.”
I looked down at her and sentenced her to the end.
“Save me. I don’t want to die.”
Bora was sincere. Who would be like that?
But I can’t help it. The end of an undercover investigator is always miserable.
I went to the warehouse and got an empty drum.
There was also a bag of black horse cement piled up next to the drum, but I didn’t touch it because it was annoying to deal with later.
The contents of the cement bags are, of course, fake. It was written that it was made by mixing brown rice powder and mugwort powder, and that it had nothing to do with eating it when mixed with water.
Maybe it’s good for your body.
Even with that, the visuals seemed to be really awesome.
But it really bothered me to do post-processing. When are you supposed to get rid of all the rice flour for a drum?
So I decided to use only drums.
Seeing Bora’s eyes shake as she watched it, it seemed that this was enough.
I lifted Bora’s exhausted body and put it in her drum.
Her body visibly shakes.
I had a hunch that it would be the end.
Her squatting head is just about the size of a drum.
“This is really the end. Is there anything you want to say?”
“Save me. I don’t want to die.”
But her mean boss was just masturbating to her again, looking at her own men with her lowly eyes, hoping for her mercy.
Bora stared at her boss’s cock with her black dead eyes.
I really liked Bora and I couldn’t help it.
One of the desperate behold had an ejaculation on her face.
Seeing her face covered in my semen is hard to compare to anything.
“Suck it.”
She obediently placed her cock in her mouth.
Until the last moment, Nikita Romanova was a great subordinate.
It was so beautiful that I got another erection, went back and forth in her mouth, and packed it again.
Nikita swallowed it all down her throat.
Tears were flowing down her face.
“Close your eyes.”
Satisfied enough. It’s to the point where there’s nothing more to wish for.
Bora looked at me once with her eyes as she had something to say, and her lips moved.
But she couldn’t bear to open it and closed her eyes.
“Good work. Nikita. I will not forget your hard work.”
Really.
Bora, who had been trembling with her eyes closed, gave her eyes a lot of strength.
I shot her in the neck with a stun gun.
Paperweight!
Bora’s body collapsed.
Phew…
It’s finally over.
It was difficult to act out of harmony.
Still, it was as rewarding as it was hard.
How can I enjoy this pleasure again in my life?
Huh? Will there be?
I pulled the unconscious Bora’s body from her drum.
I washed her body clean with warm water.
I put on the underwear I bought at the department store earlier, put on the skirt, and put on the blouse.
Dressing an unconscious person was much more difficult than undressing.
So I gave up trying on the nice stockings she bought for her.
The difficulty seemed too high.
The last time she put the shoe on Bora. Now she has managed to become human.
Picking up Bora’s body, she left the torture chamber and put it down on the sofa in front of the iron door leading out of the prison.
She went into the director’s office and took her laptop and bag.
Bora stole her smartphone and left it here. She took everything anyway.
It seems that today’s work is almost done.
Again Bora lifted her body.
So is it done?
Ah! Lastly, you should check your active cards.
Check again whether the active card 〈 Heal 〉 is active for Bora.
She had a very difficult day today. Her exhaustion must have piled up.
As she left the prison, she announced the end of her AV making.
Whoo! Light spread brightly from Bora’s body.
Maybe the active card 〈 heal 〉 is doing its job.
– Actors cast by AV masters will fully recover from all wounds, injuries, pains and psychological traumas after AV making is over.
Ting! The elevator stopped.
With Bora supporting her body, she got into the elevator.
This time she brings the pool card key.
I was hungry.
Of course. Today she can’t even remember how many times she ejaculated on her.
“Yes!”
As the elevator went up, Bora came to her senses.
“Huh? Where is this place?”
Bora was startled that she was leaning on me.
“You must have been tired, right? Enough to rest leaning on someone like me.”
Of course, Bora’s face showed no trace of her weariness. Perhaps she is at her best.
“Is it?”
See, she didn’t understand how she got into the elevator with me.
“But where are we going now? Maybe that pool then?”
She remembered this elevator.
Ting!
The elevator stopped.
I got off first, and she followed me.
“You want to do that again here and now?”
Behold, I am dumbfounded.
“First, let’s eat. Don’t worry. I have no plans to do it with you.”
No more words
You don’t know how many times we did today.
As expected, there was a buffet that looked like it had just been prepared.
The reason I came up here was because I could eat the right food the fastest.
How the person who provided this to me is doing this is no longer of interest to me.
It is enough to eat deliciously prepared meals.
I put down my bag and put something on my plate.
“You rented this place just to have a meal? Aren’t you crazy?”
If someone had really ordered a fancy dress like this for the two of them to eat, I’d have said I was crazy too.
“Eat first. You must be hungry too.”
“I have no idea.”
But her eyes were on the food on the table.
She also moved tremendously today.
Anyone would be hungry after having sex like that.
Active Card 〈 Heal 〉 will completely heal you from wounds, injuries, pain and mental trauma, but will not satisfy your hunger.
“After dinner, I’ll tell you some good news for your husband.”
“Huh? Are you trying to play with people again?”
“No. When have I ever really lied?”
“Really? I won’t let you lie to me about things like this.”
I like it best when she stares at me.
Ahhh!
It keeps becoming pervert.
It seems that she decided to follow my words even though she was dubious.
I’ve been putting the most food on her plate since I met her.
For drinks today, for some reason, I chose a red cola. It wasn’t Diet Coke, it was real Coke.
“You don’t drink sparkling water?”
“I’m not pulling for some reason today.”
She ate meat ate and ate again. It looks like you’re really hungry.
I also told her to turn on her laptop and do some work while eating her unbearably diligently.
By the time the meal was over, the video work was finished.
She asked her of her grumbling that she ate too much.
“What did you do today?”
I wondered what kind of memories the events of her role as Nikita Romanova would remain with her.
In the case of her last delay, all the settings she said were thought up by her.
And of the unreal abilities she displayed she had no memory of.
All because of setting card 〈 alternate memory 〉.
– After the AV making is over, all subjects involved in the making will remember the incomprehensible events during the making by replacing them with understandable situations.
How about Bora?
“I left home in the morning.
She diligently ate and answered my questions.
Hmm. All memories were blown away and replaced with something completely different.
The thing is, nothing she did today would be acceptable to Bora.
She says she spies by infiltrating city halls or unfamiliar companies, and finding evidence of her husband’s innocence by chasing innocent women?
What woman in the world could do that?
Needless to say, the tragedy of betrayal and death in prison.
So I had no choice but to do something that didn’t exist.
“So what’s the good news?”
“I know when I see this.”
I played one of her videos and returned her laptop to her.
“You have to drop that person quickly, so you can feel comfortable, right?”
A woman touched a man’s face with her loving hand.
“Thank you for making such a tough decision.”
On the screen, the two men and women were affectionately sharing their affection.
“What is this?”
After watching the video, Bora looked at me with an expression of incomprehension.
“That woman is the female employee who your husband claims to have molested. The man is your co-secretary, but he is seeking your husband’s position. The woman is otherwise a married woman with a husband, and the man is still a bachelor.”
The expression on Bora’s face was difficult to express in words.
“So you’re saying that the girl was trying to ruin the guy she liked just to give her a good spot?”
Anger! No way! That kind of emotion lingers in her voice.
“If you look at that video… What. Do you think it’s like that?”
I turned off the video there. And showed some pictures.
In the video, a picture of a woman and a man lying affectionately.
“Ah…”
Even in her relief that she had saved her husband, the confusion in her eyes was probably because it reminded her of the relationship between her and me.
“I don’t know how to use this, but bring it to my husband and he’ll take care of it.”
I handed her a USB memory stick containing her videos and pictures.
“Really… Did you do this?”
Even when she received her memory, she did not understand or believe it.
