A few moments earlier,
Rohit was certain she would come. To pass the time, he went inside the bathroom, undressed and applied his special growth oil.
The massage worked quickly, and his member became hard, veins bulging. Just then, he heard a rustle. Opening the bathroom door, he caught Aisha trying to slip his phone into her purse.
He was taken aback. Even under leverage, she had the audacity to be this shameless.
'Damn, this is going to be easy,' he thought.
And so, the event escalated—now she was at his feet, licking his toe.
The sense of power over her helplessness was intoxicating, and he wanted to savor every moment of her humiliation. That was why he suggested making himself climax.
He was certain that no matter what she did, he would stay hard. The effects of the oil were well-tested, and he knew her reaction at the end would be worth it—especially after all she had put him through over the years.
That's why he unfurled his towel and got ready with his cock.
"Quick," he said with a sharp voice, as he pointed to the wall clock. "Your thirty minutes start now. Fail, and it's over."
Aisha was in tears, her mind no longer working. All she could think was, 'How did it come to this?'
She had believed her wit would be enough to strike a deal with Rohit, but not even in her worst dreams had she imagined being treated the same way they used to treat the other girls.
All her bravado had crumbled. Now she felt like a rat cornered by a cat, spared only as long as his mercy lasted.
She wished she could dig into the ground and disappear, but reality was unforgiving.
Then she heard his voice again. Time was ticking, and she had to decide—quickly.
Rohit tossed the towel at his face and said, "Hey, don't ruin my mood. Wipe that stupid face and drink some water from that bottle." A smug smile lingered on his lips as he spoke.
'Good, at least he's compassionate. Maybe he'll let me off if I do as he says, he was a good guy, afterall' Aisha thought, feeling a flicker of hope. She picked up the towel and wiped away her tears.
Then she reached for the bottle on his study table and took a few gulps. The cool water helped steady her nerves, calming her for a brief moment.
She poured the rest of the bottle's contents over her chest. Her pale skin glistened as her bra clung to her dress, the fabric turning sheer and outlining her curves. Her cleavage shimmered under the light, catching Rohit's eager eyes.
*Clap*
He clapped, grinning. "Oh, Nice—I like the intro." With a flick of his phone, he set some romantic music playing and put it back on study table. "Let's set the mood, then."
Aisha's smile deepened, her aura shifted.
Moving her body like a wave, she poured more water down her dress. The fabric clung tighter with every drop, each beat of the music making her form more revealing.
Rohit commented with a sly grin, "That's quite bold. But I wonder—how will you walk back to your room in those wet clothes?"
Aisha's smile faltered, her movements pausing for a heartbeat.
She bit her lip, doubt flickering in her eyes—but then she forced herself to continue, resuming her dance with a practiced smile. She reminded herself: 'As long as he finishes, I can handle everything later.'
There was no way she would truly let him use her body, not when she still had a chance to secure her part of the deal before time ran out. In her mind, Rohit was still the same mediocre loser—a man with no real experience with women.
With a plan forming, her expression softened into a more convincing smile.
She cupped her breasts, pushing them together into a deeper cleavage, then leaned forward in a graceful arc. Her waist rolled in perfect rhythm with the beat, her body teasing with each calculated move.
She turned around, showing her back as the damp fabric clung tightly to her skin. Moving with the rhythm, she twirled her hips, her curves bouncing in time with each beat.
Her eyes locked onto his as her fingers slowly unzipped her one-piece from behind. She slid it down inch by inch, shedding it like a snake slipping free of its skin. Now, only her bra and panties remained.
Rohit's eyes glinted with hungry delight, his gaze roaming across the thin straps of her lingerie. But it was her panties that caught him most—so slender they looked more like a thong, barely hiding anything.
Aisha traced her hands down her toned waist to her hips, then bent forward, bringing herself close to his face. The thin fabric stretched across her ass resembled a heart-shaped gem wrapped as gift for display.
*Sniff*
"Arghh!"
Rohit grinned, leaning in with exaggerated theatrics to sniff. "Oh, you're getting wet… or is that just the water from earlier?"
Aisha's face flushed scarlet, but she ignored his taunt. Instead, she pressed her pussy closer to his, letting him feel her heat. A shiver ran through her as his breath grazed her most sensitive spot, sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through her.
She rubbed her cunt against his face for a moment longer before finally turning around, then her fingers worked in slow, deliberate motion as she unhooked her bra.
Rohit felt lightheaded, almost dazed. The faint, intoxicating scent of her pussy coupled with the heat made him drool. It's been a long time since he missed this divine feeling and smacked his lips, whispering to himself, "Damn… this feels like heav…"
*Boing*
But his words died in his throat the instant Aisha's breasts spilled free from their cage. Her nipples were a delicate shade of light brown, the curves of her modest chest shaped like soft, perfect perky mounds—smaller than Seo-yeon's, perhaps, but no less enticing.
A sly smirk curved Aisha's lips as she caught the dazed hunger in his eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his face, smothering him in warmth and softness.
Rohit's breath hitched, muffled against her flesh, but he didn't resist. Instead, he buried himself deeper, greedily pushing his face into the tender cushions, inhaling her scent and savoring the forbidden softness she offered.
He leaned back for a moment, gasping for air, then pulled Aisha closer by the waist, making her yelp in surprise.
Aisha created a little distance, cupping her twin peaks and bringing them forward as the ultimate offering with her left hand.
Rohit asked mockingly, as if seeking permission truly mattered, "You want me to play?"
Aisha nodded, biting her lips seductively while her right hand explored his twitching cock, already hard from earlier excitement.
*Slurp*
He licked her nipples with a slurp, feeling her shiver as her soft hand worked him, fueling his arousal. Rohit cupped her breasts one by one, taking them in his palms and squishing them slowly.
It was a pity that one of his hands was bandaged, but he didn't let it sour his mood. He continued teasing her nipples, savoring her shivers while he leaned forward for kissing and sucking her lips.
For a moment, he paused, prompting Aisha to open her eyes. She caught him staring straight at her, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
A mischievous grin spread across his face as he said, "Thanks for the meal." Then he lashed forward, engulfing as much of her left breast as he could, devouring it hungrily.
*Suck* *Suck* *Suck* *Suck*
*Squeeze* *Squeeze* *Squeeze*
He sucked her nipple with closed eyes, like a bee drawing nectar, relishing with intense pleasure. Meanwhile, his hand cupped and squished the other breast, occasionally teasing her nipple through the gaps of his fingers.
*Hic*
Aisha couldn't utter a word as a lump had earlier formed in her throat from the beginning. But seeing Rohit suck her breasts like a hungry baby made her hiccup.
*Thump* *Thump*
Her heartbeat quickened against her will, each pull of his lips sending sparks through nerves she never knew existed. She herself wondered if her milk would come out with such intensity.
She could feel his cock twitch in her hand, growing harder and hotter as he relished her breasts.
Her face, already flushed, turned even redder at his shameless act. The tingling between her legs grew more intense and her knees trembled with sensation. A moan unkowingly, escaped her lips, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut.
Rohit opened his eyes, gave a smug smile, and switched to her other nipple while sliding his fingers inside her thong.
"Aanh~"
She arched back, a loud moan escaping as she felt his fingers enter her little pussy, bypassing the fabric. Her hands left his shaft, and she hid her face in shame.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trembling as warmth spread where she least wanted it. She bit her lip, hating herself for the way her body betrayed her, whispering sensations she didn't want to acknowledge.
She couldn't understand why it felt so good when she had been forced. Somehow, the humiliation made the pleasure even more intense than she could describe. She had thought she held the advantage, but now she was losing herself to the simple act of having her breasts sucked.
She wondered how this loser could be so skilled. Not a single tooth had grazed her nipples, yet he made her tremble. The sensation was electric, and she could feel her core quivering. She feared she might cum before reaching her own goal.
At this point, Aisha had overlooked one crucial fact. Despite all her confidence and acting, she lacked real experience—her knowledge was limited to what she had interacted online.
This was the first time her body felt the touch of a man, and her reactions were instinctive. The intensity continued for a moment before she was able to regain some control.
Biting her lips, she steadied herself, took his hand from her wet pussy, and began to suck his fingers with all the lewd expression she could muster.
Rohit's grin widened as he jerked his dick. "Yeah, how about you suck out my juice?"
Aisha felt disgusted and turned her head. "No… I can't. I'm sorry."
Rohit frowned. "Okay… do your thing then—" He leaned back, hands hanging at his sides. "But if you fail, I will make you swallow."
Aisha glanced at the wall clock—it was already past ten. She removed her thong and tossed it aside, then straddled Rohit. She didn't let his dick enter, instead rubbing her pussy against him while leaning in for a kiss and jerking him with both hands.
Rohit was thrilled by her boldness, feeling her wet lips grinding against his cock from the outside. He cupped her ass with his right hand, pulling her closer to increase the friction.
At this point, Aisha had completely lost her mind. She wanted to take control, but eventually surrendered, wrapping herself around Rohit. She kissed him deeply while twerking her hips, rubbing her pussy against his shaft.
Their mouths explored each other's boundaries as their tongues battled for dominance, saliva coating both of them.
Rohit's chest pressed against her breasts, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through her. Finally, she quivered, releasing a gush of liquid while straddling him.
She felt exhausted as she rested on his lap. Her face turned even redder when she realized what she had done, and she quickly hid it.
Rohit smirked. "I'm not complaining if you need a rest, but time is ticking."
Aisha peeked through her fingers at the clock. It was already past twenty—she had only ten minutes left. Rohit's dick was slick with her juices, twitching erect as if determined not to lose control.
Finally, reluctantly, she kneeled and wrapped her hands around him. The sheer size was intimidating, threatening to overwhelm anything that might try to engulf it. Her hiccup stopped automatically as she debated whether to take him in her mouth—but the most pressing question remained: would it even fit?
She closed her eyes and brought it near. The musky scent of her own juices filled her with dread, but she tried for a take all in for a deep throat and coughed harshly.
Rohit guided, "Easy… little girl. It's sensitive. Take only the tip for starters, and treat it like an ice cream before you go deeper."
*lick*
She nodded and licked it. The taste was bland, but the tautness of the veins made her fingers and lips react. She licked more, feeling a growing excitement. Glancing at Rohit, she saw him groaning, "Hell, yeah… keep going."
She felt even more encouraged, as if doing better would earn a reward. With renewed focus, she licked with more intensity, teasing with her tongue, before taking his cock into her mouth.
She couldn't take more than two inches, and Rohit gave her a thumbs-up in approval.
"hmm~"
"mmph~"
Her cheeks flushed even redder as she moved her head slowly in and out. Her hands drifted unconsciously to her own pussy, fingering herself, and she moaned in pleasure, momentarily forgetting that this was only a trial, not the real act.
Rohit felt a surge of satisfaction knowing that her bitchy cousin was finally giving him head. Her once-foul mouth was now doing exactly what it deserved, and she looked even more provocative with her saliva slicking his shaft in preparation for the main event.
To be honest, he was already on edge, tempted to guide her for deep-throating, but he restrained himself, watching as she neared the end.
It was only with a few minutes left that he patted her head. "You've got only five minutes, and I'm not anywhere near the end."
The realization hit her hard, and she tried to take him deeper. She barely managed four or five inches before gagging again, coughing repeatedly. The cycle repeated three or four more times, and she moaned in desperation, "Why aren't you cumming?"
Rohit grinned with a manic laugh. "If your hole ain't tighter, how's that my fault?"
A risky idea struck Aisha. With only four minutes left, she didn't overthink it—she just went for it.
She licked Rohit's dick, coating it thoroughly with her saliva. Rohit was surprised by her sudden intensity, but his smirk stayed in place—he was confident about the outcome.
Then she turned and bent down on the floor, exposing her wide hips. "Please… put it in my ass," she whispered.
Rohit frowned. "You're serious? Not your pussy… but your ass?"
She remained adamant. "I don't want to lose my virginity. So please…"
Rohit felt amused, but he complied. He stood up and adjusted his stance to enter her hole.
"Fuck so tight." He assumed it wouldn't be an issue as she was used to 7-inch dildos there—but his expression changed when he felt how tight she was.
He could hardly get in three inches, and she cried out. It wasn't that much lubricated.
Rohit stopped, fingered her hole to ease her, and tried again, but her pain remained intense.
Finally, he suggested another approach. "I can help you with your goal, but not this way. I'm losing my mood."
"Hmm", Aisha agreed.
He instructed her to lie on the bed , letting her head hang over the edge.
Once she was positioned, he guided his shaft to her mouth and deep-throated her, nearly reaching his limit.
Aisha's eyes opened wide as her mouth was used as a pussy. She wasn't able to control her saliva as it floated out from her mouth.
*Glugg* *Glg* *Glugg*
Rohit used her head like a rag doll as he thrust her mouth with vigor. His balls hitting her nose as he felt her breadth.
Her breasts jiggled with all the motion, and so he grabbed one of them and squeezed. The wet sensation of her mouth and the squeezing throat was finally tight enough, which he had been longing for since earlier.
As he reached the edge, he pulled his dick and shoved it in with all his might and released his white load in her throat. His thick semen filled her mouth and spilled over her nose and face as it trickled down.
She was forced to swallow it as tears fell through her eyes, but she felt a relief that finally she made him cum.
*Cough*
She quickly patted his legs, and he withdrew. She coughed out , expelling some of the remaining fluid in her hands.
Then the heart-breaking announcement rang in her ears. "Oops, seems you lost by a minute," Rohit said with a grin.
She felt a wave of betrayal as she glanced at the wall clock, which clearly showed one minute still in her favor.
With the video as leverage, Rohit had never been bound to play by the rules. At that moment, she realized, 'This bastard never intended to honor his part of the deal.'