Chapter 11 – 11. Got Caught.

“It reminds me of drinking water while marching, damn it.

Drinking from the shade of a tree that she thought was her place, Allen recalled a very funny memory from her past life, and she gulped and wiped her mouth.

“You’re working hard today too, Allen!”

Christine pops out from behind Allen’s back and pats Allen on the shoulder in delight.

“Students have to listen carefully in class.”
“Are you saying something very special?”

When I touched Christine, who was stroking my hair, saying that she was proud of me, I unknowingly shook off the shitty feeling from before.

Thanks to the red dragon’s ring, my stamina has improved and seeing me follow through in class, Miss Christine more than looks at me favorably, she sticks to me every class.

Judging from these actions, wouldn’t the likability be at least 65%?

‘Ah, I’m craving something sweet.’

In the past few days, perhaps thanks to the ring of the red dragon, her body couldn’t control her strength, and her appetite was about three times as much compared to others, so there was no good place to satisfy her sexual desire.

When I was taking physical fitness classes, I sometimes saw my classmates wet with sweat, so they stood up on their own, so I quickly rushed into the health room using lunchtime or break time to satisfy Agnes on my own.

During dismissal time after class, I caressed Cordelia while developing her voluptuous body in a secret space.

‘If Cordelia wants it first, I’ll agree. Damn, do you still have any pride left? Or is it because you’re shy? Should I set the situation once?’

“But is Vivian still cold?”
“I keep talking to Vivian, but she’s looking at me like you’re looking at food scraps.”
′′ Oh, it’s because we haven’t been close yet, isn’t it?”
“No, what… Do you answer questions?”

Cheerful Christine also scratches her cheeks, showing embarrassment as if she is still having a difficult time with an adolescent girl.

‘Than a girl in puberty. It’s funny to leave it to a classmate of the same age.’

“But isn’t it much better than last time? At first, you avoided the seat, but now you stay for a while and then avoid the seat, don’t you?”
“If it’s improved, you can consider it improved.”
“Oh, that’s right! There’s a marathon next week. Allen want to run too? Huh? How is it?”

Burdensome eyes. And the accent that told me to participate in the marathon was cute rather than annoying.

‘Come to think of it, a marathon is also an event. It would be nice to participate, but…’

“Ah, it’s annoying. There’s a lot to do. I don’t have time for a marathon.”
“Eh? But wouldn’t it be fun if we sweat and run together?”
“Isn’t that only for Miss Christine? And I have an exam next week, so I have to prepare for it.”

Of course, in order to raise Christine’s liking, she’d better participate.

But I’m not just attacking Christine. Shouldn’t she be preparing for the exam next week?

In order to capture the villainous lady, the overall help of Takari 1 was desperately needed.

‘You don’t have to study, but in case you don’t know, you should prepare. What about Christine… She attends often and gets a good impression when you talk to her.’

“Che, wouldn’t it be easier to study if you have physical strength?”
“No matter what I say, I won’t go over. Then I’ll go.”

Allen rose from the shade of a tree and headed for the shower, leaving behind Christine, who was making poor pet noises.

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Cordelia has been hot for the past few days.

Arlen Mestia dragged herself to the academy’s secret space where she experienced various caresses, so her body was developing in a way that she would get wet when she saw Allen.

And even now. Cordelia, lying alone in her bed, trying to comfort her with her own, most delicate fingers, on her own heated body. But she wasn’t satisfied.

Fingers stained with her love juice. But…

“This isn’t it… Ugh..!”

Her dissatisfied voice squeezes her own groin and moves her fingers, only to find her impatient.

“Why…! Why… Why on earth…!”

I tried comforting her vagina with her rough voice, but she was strangely unsatisfied. Moreover, as her body heats up, this pathetic feeling that seems to go away.

But no matter how much Cordelia comforts herself, she will never be able to go.

Because she gave the order with the choker of servitude, Cordelia can never go without Allen’s permission.

However, especially. Allen Mestia, the owner of her servitude choker, gave her the law to climax by any means other than her own permission.

Knowing that fact, she wanted to take off the choker of servitude in countless ways, but the act of touching her master’s things was treason, and when she sensed that she was thinking such a thing, she could not do anything about Cordelia and just masturbated. .

“Haa…! Haaang…!”

Rough breathing. No, as she lets out her disgruntled breath and wipes her fingers stained with her love juice, Cordelia thinks of the man who made her this way, her student.

While thinking about how to reach the climax, I do not try to deny my thoughts, but I wonder if my body is honest. I think of my copulation with Allen, and I gently touch my groin with my shiny fingers again, and slowly, a strange moan envelops the room, gradually reaching an unreachable climax. Started coming in slowly.

The crotch started to make a sticky, squishy sound.

Cordelia’s expression of dissatisfaction was quite different from the expression she had just before, as she bit her lip and she may not have wanted to groan.

“Haa…! Ha… More!!”

As she imagined her mating with Allen, she was Cordelia who was disgusted with herself, but as soon as her climax rose and invaded her mind, she rather opened her eyes to her pleasure.

“Huhhhhh…!!?!”

Cordelia’s waist bounced like a bow before long, and a liquid mixed with erotic juice burst out.

Then, the body that had not reached the climax several times was creepy, and the whole body trembled and reached the climax in succession, probably because of the recoil.

“Haaaaa…! Haaaaang!!”

Like an immature child, saliva ran down her cheeks, and her bouncing waist slowly descended to the bed, soaked in the afterglow, and staring blankly at the ceiling.

However, there was one fact she, Cordelia, overlooked.

That’s right…

“Fuck bitch. I’m finally gone. I’ll have to set things up soon.”

Allen, the owner of the choker of servitude and Cordelia’s owner, lays down on her bed and grabs Agnes’s waist and ejaculates quietly when she says that he finally took her bait.

“Huh… It’s been a long, long time. Agnes. Cleaning.”
“Hauuuuu…!”

The feeling of her trembling Agnes sucking and cleaning my crotch was so damn good, and imagining Cordelia masturbating while thinking of me, her rice heat seemed to explode.

‘Wait a little longer, Cordelia. For now, I’ll just keep chewing on you until you beg and cling to it.’