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Erena's lips curved upwards, with her head lifted slightly with challenge. "Try me." She murmured, giving Yuki a firm stroke along his shaft and then she leaned in again, slower this time, letting the moment burn between them. Her mouth hovered just over him, breathing against his bare skin. Her warm breath fanned over heated skin before she finally took him in.

Yuki's grip in her hair loosened with his head falling backwards just right in the moment for a second, a low groan escaping his throat as he tried not to thrust up his cock right into her mouth. From taking him, Erena gagged on his cock repeatedly, the tip of his cock hitting her throat every time she did it.

"You like that?" Erena, murmured as she kept on sucking every aspect of his cock and slowly brought it out from mouth. His rod was dripping wet from the tip to the shaft with her saliva, same went for Erena's mouth.

Erena reached for her falling strand of hair, and packed everything into a bun, going in for another second thrust in her mouth. Erena swept her hair up into a messy bun, her eyes locked on Yuki's as she slid back down on him going in with another second thrust into her mouth deeper than the first. Her throat worked hard to take him in, lips stretched wide, spit trailing down her chin.

Yuki relaxed on the couch while Erena had him sucked roughly, swallowing, choking and massaging his balls.

On his left and on his right were already filled with women who were enticed by his dick and wanted him. Yuki stretched both his hands to the his side, grabbing hold of their boobs and giving it a squeeze until he could feel their nipples in between his fingers.

He twirled them both at the same time and the women both moaned softly under his grasp. arching into his hands as if begging for more. He turned to the one on the left, taking in her soft plump nipples into his mouth, rolling it round before giving it a hard bite.

"Ugh," She breathed roughly, the bite pain coursing through her spine but she didn't care. She loved it so much that she wanted more. "Fuck, my nipples are yours master."

Yuki loved the response he got: the kind where he was worshipped and again, he took the nipple into his mouth, still fondling the other person nipples and Erena give his cock the best blowjob.

But all his attention was on Sayuri who seemed less bothered, maybe jealous that Erena was getting his attention.

"Harder,"

Without hesitation, Erena obeyed—gripping his thighs and clutching on them for leverage while she took him deeper, rougher. Her nails bit into his skin, and each time she came up for air, her lips were red, her eyes dark with lust, a faint sheen of tears on her lashes.

She took out his cock, reaching for air with heavy breathing. Her spit trailed down her chin and she went back in, her left hand on his balls and the right going underneath her to her pussy playing with her clit.

"Oh, my...you are one of the kind you know?" Yuki lowered his head to meet Erena still sucking and fucking herself at the same time. He eased his hands from their nipples, and went down to hold that of Erena. "Sex or Kink?"

Erena rolled to the right side of her face as Yuki pulled out his cock from her mouth leaving some drops of his cock on her mouth. He lurched for her throat, his grasp not so hard but just enough pressure to obstruct her airway preventing her from swallowing his cum.

Erena's eyes widened as Yuki's hand tightened around her throat. The pressure wasn't unbearable, but it was enough—enough to remind her she wasn't in control. Her fingers instinctively rose, curling around his wrist, nails digging in—not to stop him, but to ground herself.

Her body shifted, knees sliding slightly on the floor as she tried to catch her breath. A muffled half chocking sound escaped her from her lips.

Yuki leaned in, his expression unreadable, his grip unrelenting as he gripped even harder, shaking her head to the left and oto the right. "Struggling already?" he said, voice dark with amusement. "I haven't even started."

Erena's lashes fluttered as she tried to swallow before she began to choke beneath his fingers but Yuki didn't let go off he pressure on her neck. She coughed once, her eyes watering—but even in the haze of breathlessness, her gaze remained locked with his.

"I think it's enough. Erena doesn't do choking." Sayuri stepped in, holding Yuki's hands from doing more harm. Yuki gave Sayuri a dismissing glare and loosened his grip on her throat.

She coughed hard, releasing a dribble of his cum from her mouth, finally inhaling fully as his hand slipped away. She dropped forward onto her hands, chest heaving, hair falling from her bun as she sucked in breath after breath.

"Go take a break Erena. You've had it enough." Sayuri let go off Yuki's hand, and helped her up from the ground. Erena's face went from her flushed white skin to pale white skin with fingerprints on her neck. She scrambled to the next room to rest. "Not bad, for you to make Erena go crazy you must not be something small."

Sayuri swept her hair to her side, her eyes gapping at the fully six inches erected dick below her and then brought her gaze to his face. Sayuri stepped forward, the gap between them vanishing as she pressed close—chest to chest.

Her presence was a mind blower not to even talk about her physique. "Mind taking off the mask?"

"What if I want to keep it on?"

"Men," Sayuri whispered, her lips nearly brushing his. "You're at a party for women. And when we command you…" she ran her fingers slowly down his chest, "you obey—one way or the other."

In one swift motion, her fingers curled under the mask's edge to lift it but Yuki was fast enough to keep it on. He grabbed her fingers before she could attempt to pull it off and kept it by her side.

If Sayuri found out who his identity was, she wouldn't want to fuck him. His dream has been to fuck her since she ever came into his story and that, he couldn't risk. "How about I screw you first and I take off the mask if I'm unable to make you cum under ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes?" she scoffed, biting her bottom lip as her hand teased just along his waistband. "That's generous... for someone who doesn't even know what they're doing.

Sayuri bit her lips, her hand cascading down his chest and stopped just above his legs. She closed his legs and then raised hers, climbing over him with ease. "Giving you five minutes."

She sent a glare to the sluts beside him to scram away since she liked her men only focusing on her and her alone. They scattered immediately—half in envy, half in fear—leaving just the two of them in the spotlight of that dim, glowing room.

Sayuri leaned down, bracing her hands on his chest, her lips hovering just at his ear and paused at his earlobe. She suckled on it and let go off it wet. "Impress me, masked boy. Make me forget my name."

"My pleasure," The confidence in Yuki's tone was another heaven, he slowly guided his cock into Sayuri's cunt, positioning his body slanted so he could have more entrance into her cunt.

He saw her face, he saw her groan as he entered into her bad began thrusting into her, slowly, slowly. Sayuri's breath hitched not once but twice as he hit her core again and again with no efforts at all.

Sayuri gave a lazy roll of her hips, slanting her back so they gave this curvy, sexy arch for easy entrance. She always expected a slow build-up from men when they tried but Yuki went into it.

Before she could make a quip, he tilted her pelvis slightly, angling her just right and thrust up.

Deep.

Sayuri's breath hitched. The sudden fullness shocked a gasp from her lips as her hands clutched his chest for balance.

He didn't give her time to recover.

Yuki rocked his hips again, this time faster than a second could go by, his cock banging along every sensitive spot inside her like he'd studied her body for years.

"W-What the fuck..." she breathed, her smirk faltering for the first time.

"You thought I didn't know what I was doing," he murmured, voice smooth beneath the mask. "You thought wrong."

His thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight, slow circles, syncing with each precise thrust that had her thighs twitching. He knew what pressure made her squirm. What rhythm made her legs tremble. He wasn't fucking her, he was playing her like an instrument.

Sayuri tried to move faster, to regain control but he gripped her tighter, grounding her to his pace.

"Five minutes?" he said with a cocky chuckle, breath hot against her jaw. "I'll make you beg in three."

Sayuri hated how close she already felt like cumming. Hated that her body was betraying her.

"Holy fu--ck,"