Instead of getting angry, she smiled and slowly teased it with her tongue.
Her movements revealed her experience, each seconds making it feel as though it were melting under the heat and wetness that trailed from her cheeks.
"F*ck. This is the best feeling ever! I can feel it."
Unfortunately, I got carried away, and she started coughing.
"Sorry, that was actually my first," I murmured, my voice low, embarrassed that I already finished.
But to my surprise, my most important treasure showed no sign of getting soft.
Who would have thought this vegetable body possessed such a good innate skill?
It felt just like one of those questionable manga I've read, where the protagonist has godlike stamina, able to last more than ten rounds.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat. "But I promise, the next one will last much longer."
It probably didn't sound convincing given what just happened—but who cares? As those over the top motivational speakers always say: let your results do the talking.
She looked at me while wiping her mouth, cleaning the excess sticky stuff from her chin. There was even some in her nose.
Some might think she looks messy or unclean, but to me, it only made her even more enticing, like a cake with extra icing on top.
In this case, the icing was vanilla-flavored, rich with milk.
After cleaning up, she opened her mouth wide. I could still see a trace of residue as she tried to take it all in, managing only about three-quarters.
But she didn't let that stop her—gripping the remaining base firmly with both hands, she continued.
Watching her in that position reminded me of how ranchers milk their cows and then drink the extract straight from the source.
"Yeah… that's perfect. You look so pretty like that. Your boyfriend is one lucky guy."
She looked awkward bringing her partner into the conversation, but on the contrary, it made me even more excited—watching someone else's lover do this to me was weirdly stimulating.
Maybe it was simply how men were wired. The urge to dominate never really disappeared as society evolved; it was only restrained.
Historically, conquering lands, women, wealth, and everything else was not only normal but considered an honor.
It was only when things got too peaceful that men started acting timid—toning down their personality just to avoid being judged.
Or maybe I'm just crazy for actually enjoying it… probably both.
Thinking about this stupid stuff actually made me last longer. Her face was starting to look strained, her jaw aching from the constant sliding in and out.
Unfortunately, I couldn't even support her like a gentleman by holding the back of her hair. What a letdown.
"T…That's it. Keep going. Use your tongue more."
Little by little, I closed my eyes to heighten the sensation.
The hospital room faded away; the antiseptic smell, the beeping monitors, the harsh fluorescent lights—all of it receded as pleasure consumed me.
"Arghh." I groaned hard as she took me deeper, her throat constricting from fatigued.
The door handle rattled.
"Don't stop no matter what!"
Luckily, it stayed closed, as whoever was outside seemed to change their mind and move on.
"You're doing great, Claire. Don't worry, I'm close."
She was taking in the compliment, and I could tell she wanted me to notice her more—especially with how she picked up the pace
Finally, I reached my limit, and poured everything in one go.
She gulped , her throat moving nonstop, eyes watering as she fought to keep up with the overflow.
Only when I gave the command did she finally pull back.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breath a little uneven. She reached down and tugged on her uniform, pulling it into place.
A few strands of hair had fallen across her face, and she tucked them behind her ear.
On the surface she looked composed, but her eyes showed sign of exhaustion.
I could probably go further with her now, but the rattling at the door before made me conscious of it.
"Go clean yourself up in the bathroom first, then get back to your shift."
"Okay," she answered with a half smile.
Watching her leave only deepened my desire, but I forced myself to exercise more self control.
As much as I wanted her, I couldn't risk drawing suspicion that might cost her the job, especially since she was one of the few people I could truly trust in this place.
Alright, time to get some rest so I can unblock my meridians later and move freely.
Being spoiled wasn't bad, but having control over my own body while doing such fun stuff would be even better.