He gently lifted Amber's breasts.
A sharp whimper slipped from her lips, but I acted as if I hadn't heard.
"Do you like bread?"
"Y-Yes… I do."
Amber, too, said nothing about what my hands were doing.
It felt like we'd silently agreed to pretend.
"Ugh…"
As I cradled her breasts more deliberately, their weight and yielding softness pressed into my palms.
I could feel how sensitive she was.
I hadn't even begun touching her in earnest, yet her shoulders quivered, her body jerking with every graze.
Every so often she glanced up at me, eyes glassy with something raw and pleading.
I couldn't tell if she wanted me to stop—or to give her more.
Maybe both.
We settled on bread for a light meal.
Given what was coming, something heavy would only get in the way.
Even while we browsed the menu, my hands grew bolder.
I gave her breasts the faintest shake, then slow, deliberate strokes up and down.
No resistance.
Soon I was openly kneading Amber's full, heavy breasts.
They reshaped under my rough grip like warm silk over water.
"Haa… aah…"
Amber whimpered, trembling.
Yet she calmly tapped through bread options on the delivery app.
Her choices looked random—probably because every nerve was elsewhere.
"I'm… done…"
Her voice came out thick, syrupy.
Intentional or not, it was the kind of sound that drove men insane.
As expected from an adult streamer. Every gesture, every breath—she knew exactly how to weaponize desire.
Even without trying, Amber made you want to ruin her.
How the hell had Kang Min-hyuk resisted this?
In that moment, I almost admired the man.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers while my other hand settled lightly around her throat.
"Hnngh… S-Scary…"
She said it, but the look on her face was the happiest I'd seen all night.
I tightened my grip—just enough to make breathing a conscious effort.
The response was instant.
"Hnngh… C-Can't… breathe…"
Until now Amber had endured passively; suddenly she arched into my hand, offering her breasts like a plea.
I obliged.
Pinched her nipples hard—hard enough that anyone else would cry foul.
But for a masochist like Amber, pain was currency.
"Ah… it hurts… ugh… ugh…"
She groaned through the sting, voice cracking.
Our faces were close enough that every moan, every hot exhale brushed my skin like a secret.
It felt like the star of those filthy streams—watched by hundreds, thousands—was performing for an audience of one.
Just from fondling her breasts and choking her throat, her eyes had gone glassy, unfocused.
The poised Amber was gone.
All that remained was a woman moaning in a daze, limbs loose, thighs parted, skin gleaming with sweat under the party room's low lights.
She didn't bother covering her exposed breasts, the flushed pink nipples, the small mole just inside her cleavage.
"Do you like it?"
"…"
She nodded, eyes swimming.
Forced, coerced—and still she admitted to the man holding her throat that she loved it.
That twisted honesty lit me up like gasoline.
I wanted to rip the mask off and devour her mouth.
But not yet.
One day she'd remove it herself.
I slid my arm from her shoulders and shoved my pants down.
My cock sprang free—thick, veined, pulsing—level with her masked face.
Shock flashed across her expression.
Then she leaned in.
Eyes locked on it, hungry, as if memorizing every twitch.
I felt her breath through the fabric, saw her lips part beneath the mask.
"…Suck it."
"I-I can't… with the mask…"
"Just lift it a little. I can't see your face from above anyway."
"I… can't…"
She hesitated, long and trembling.
To take me in her mouth, she'd have to move the mask.
Risk exposure.
So I made the choice easier.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and guided her forward.
The head of my cock brushed her lips through the thin cloth.
Amber kissed it frantically, tiny lips wriggling, desperate to please even through the barrier.
Finally, she lifted the mask—just enough.
Careful, precise, keeping her face hidden from my downward gaze.
All I saw was her mouth, tongue sliding out, slick with saliva and gleaming.
"Umm…"
She took me in on her own, eager.
Sucking noises filled the room as she kissed the tip, then the shaft, then lower.
Without prompting, she wrapped both hands around me like I was something sacred.
"You're such a filthy little pervert."
"Ugh…"
The dirty talk only spurred her on.
Mouth wide, she swallowed me deep—deeper than should've been possible.
"Cough… aah… too… big…"
It choked her, cut off her air, but she didn't pull back.
"Ugh…"
"Ooh… cold…"
Her lips, her tongue, her tight throat—they clung to every inch like a custom sleeve.
Soft mouth, long serpentine tongue, wet heat—each sensation stoked the fire higher.
Amber looked up at me through teary eyes, mascara smudging.
Tears from gagging too deep, but she didn't stop.
If anything, she bobbed harder, faster, chasing my release.
I wanted to finish there—but my first load wasn't meant for her throat.
I tightened my grip on her neck and pulled out slowly.
"Haaa…"
Amber eased the throbbing cock from her mouth, lips swollen and shining.
It was the perfect male organ—thick, rigid, overpowering.
But it wasn't just the cock.
When she looked up and saw Sung-han staring down at her, hand still around her throat, a shiver raced down her spine.
He was the fantasy she'd rubbed herself raw to every night.
She'd imagined Kang Min-hyuk like this—dominant, cruel, unstoppable.
The Sung-han she'd known before was nothing like this.
Without thinking, she reached out and clutched his thigh, fingers digging in like a plea.
So… safe…
"You have pretty lips, too."
Come to think of it, they were fully exposed now—the mask pushed up.
But she didn't care.
He'd already seen them. Hiding was pointless.
Doesn't he recognize me?
A sting of disappointment.
He used to pine for her—now he couldn't tell even with half her face bare.
Then another thought, darker:
What if he finds out?
Blackmail?
Forced to suck this cock every day?
Stream turned on, raped on camera for the world to see?
Terrifying.
And still, her core throbbed.
She pressed submissive kisses to his balls with the lips he'd just praised.
"Good girl."
The hand choking her throat now stroked her hair.
It felt… good.
Like she was his pet.
"You said you have a boyfriend?"
"Ugh… Y-Yes…"
Sung-han's voice dripped mockery.
He smirked like Kang Min-hyuk was a joke, and for some reason, she didn't hate it.
Like this was Min-hyuk's fault for leaving her starving.
If he'd claimed her even once, she wouldn't be on her knees worshipping this monstrous thing.
Even now, Sung-han toyed with her breasts and nipples like they were his to break.
"Since you have a boyfriend, I'm going to rape you."
"…"
"Turn around. Ass up."
It made no sense.
Why should she present herself to be violated?
She'd already sucked him off against her will.
"Hnngh… Stop…"
Then he squeezed—hard.
She came from the brutality alone.
He seized her throat again, choking her as he claimed her mouth.
"K-Kissing is—"
She tried to twist away, but his grip pinned her in place.
She'd done so much already, but kissing felt like crossing a line.
She resisted, lips sealed.
Then his fingers tightened—she gasped for air.
The moment her mouth opened, his tongue invaded.
"Wait… ugh…"
Every rough swirl wiped her mind blank.
Only his words remained, echoing.
In the end, she chose.
She lifted an arm, clutched his shoulder—and instead of pushing, she turned.
Back to him.
Ass raised.
"P-Please… rape me…"