『Nnn *shlurp* *lick* Nnn... Chu...』
A lustful sound of water is coming
from the speakers.
It's too lewd. And it made me put my
hand on my cheek, and I could feel that it was very hot.
On the monitor I looked up at, there
was a crucifix in the shape of an X.
It shows a nude man crucified on it.
His figure is not very toned, even
for a man of his size.
His head is covered with a sack and
there is no hint to the viewers watching the broadcast as to who this man is.
The image is taken from the upper and
rear. To be honest, the picture is unbearably unpleasant to look at.
A naked woman kneels between the legs
of such a man and moves her head back and forth.
She has lustrous black hair and a
sexy mole. She is a beautiful woman in her early thirties with an excess of sex
appeal.
She is poking her nose into his pubic
hair and handling the penis in her mouth with her lips.
Her face is only glimpsed here and
there because she is looking almost backwards, but anyone who sees her will at
least know that she is Kiyoka Yamauchi, the talented manager of First Beauty
Agency.
『Jupo *shlurp shlurp* Kupo,
Kupo...』
The lustful sound of a man's cock
being served by her mouth echoed. The friction of the fingertips rubbing up
against the base, and the breath on the nose can be heard too.
These sounds became more and more
intense, and gradually turned into something rhythmic.
I quietly look around me.
Natsumi-chan's face is bright red.
She covers her eyes with the palms of her hands and glances at the monitor
through the gap.
She is embarrassed to see it, but her
curiosity gets the better of her.
Misuzu-chan's breathing was ragged,
perhaps because she remembered the time Fumijima-san had raped her. She sits on
the chair, her inner thighs trembling.
On the other hand, Masakey-chan's
enraptured face, staring at the monitor, is a real mystery.
「...Serve you right」
I heard Kyoko-san muttering just next
to me. I'm not sure if it was to Fumijima-san or Yamauchi-san. No, it was
probably to Fumijima-san, who had betrayed her.
「Damn... Kiyoka..」
The President was biting his teeth,
looking as if he was about to shed tears of blood, while Akira-chan was leaning
against the President and kept her face turned away.
I wonder how it feels to see a woman
who used to be his, moreover, if she was his lover, serving another man.
Intense jealousy? Is it like that?
To be honest, I can't imagine.
『Nnn... chu... lick...』
Yamauchi-san removed her mouth from
Fumijima-san's crotch, stood up, picked up the towering penis with her
fingertips, and rubbed it against her own crotch.
『Oh, it's so big and hard. Mmm...』
Perhaps she got excited while sucking
the man's cock, but her behavior made me feel somewhat frustrated.
But unfortunately, Fumijima-san's
legs were too short.
The position of his hips was too
different from the model body of Yamauchi-san, and if she wanted to insert his
cock in the crucifixion position, the woman would have to make a really
shameful crab thigh.
『Nnn... B-big... Nnn... Haa~...
Haa~...』
The angle of the camera made it
impossible to tell what was going on, but the frown on her face made me think
of a man's object being swallowed inside her vagina.
「T-this.. means they're going to
have to have sex standing up for 24 hours, right? That's impossible... Moreover,
a hundred times..」
Natsumi-chan let out a somewhat
dumbfounded voice.
I think it's impossible too. Unlike
men, women can cum many times in a single session, but even so, it's absurd.
But if I were in Yamauchi-san's
position, this would not be the time to talk about it. If I don't fuck him,
I'll be killed. That' s not a threat. Three people are dead already.
Whether skewered like the female
detective, dismembered like Hikami-kun, hanged like Kaneko-san, or killed in a
more brutal way. It's horrible to imagine.
Even if I were in her position, I
would be desperately trying to come without any shame or outward appearance.
『Nnn, ah, ah, ahhh, nnn... ah,
ah...』
The President closed his eyes and
covered his ears as her moans began to come from the speakers.
The sound of her clinging to the man
and slamming her hips against him, a rhythmic sound similar to a popping sound,
echoed in unison with her panting voice.
On the monitor, Yamauchi-san is
desperately shaking her hips. However, she is shamelessly swinging her hips.
Her posture is so postured that she appears to be hunching over and looking
terribly stupid.
The original Yamauchi-san has the air
of a bewitching beauty, so the picture gives us an indescribable sense of pity.
And the fact that this scene is being
broadcast on the Internet makes it all the more pitiful.
『Nnn, ah, ahh, fuuh, fuuh,
ahhh... good, it's so hard, it's so different from the President's squishy
one...』
Even if he tried to cover his ears,
the President must have heard her, because he made an indescribably pathetic
expression.
Perhaps, Yamauchi-san said it as an
insult.
Just before entering the room with
the red door, she was glaring at the President and Akira-chan.
She assumed that it was the President
and Akira-chan who had voted for her. That was the atmosphere.
『Nnn, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhh...』
The movement of her hips became more
and more intense.
Perhaps she's trying to come as
quickly as possible, she began to rub her own nipples and bouncing her hips
frantically.
However, the gasps coming from the
speakers are gradually becoming interspersed with breathless gasps.
Sex in a standing position. And since
the man can't move, the physical burden falls on the woman.
It's impossible to cum a hundred
times in that kind of situation, both physically and in terms of time.
（To be humiliated and then killed
in the end... that's just too bad.）
At about the same time I lowered my
eyes...
『Ah! Ah, ahhhhhhhhhh...
hiiiiiiiii!』
Yamauchi-san's panting voice echoed
from the speakers, and its tone rose an octave.
On the monitor, Yamauchi-san is
shaking her head violently, clinging to the man's neck, arching her back, and
shaking violently.
Then she collapsed to her knees.
White fluid was dripping from the
towering manhood that had slipped out.
「Huh... Nnnn」
While staring at the monitor,
Masakey-chan let out a hot breath, and Misuzu-chan turned red and rubbed her
knees together.
Natsumi-chan, no longer embarrassed,
was watching the monitor intently.
I don't know... all three of them
seem to be envious. I wonder if the models in the Modero project have a
tendency to be lecherous....
When I turned my attention to the
monitor again, I saw that Yamauchi-san was breathing heavily as she staggered
to her feet, took the man's cock in her hand again, and led it to her crotch.
There is no time to enjoy the
aftermath of coming. In fact, does it mean that she can continue to come more
when she is in the middle of coming?
As I watched with bated breath, the
monitor suddenly switched to show a close-up of Aramaki-san.
『So, the results are for
tomorrow's enjoyment, Jake』
◇ ◇ ◇
「...I'm so tired, I can't do it
anymore」
As soon as I came back to my room
from the girl's bar, I lay down on my bed without taking a shower.
My back was shaking, my legs were
shaking. My body was tingling all over.
After three hours of intense sex, I
went to work at the store and stood there until morning. My physical strength
was at its limit.
I had to take a shower and take off
my makeup, but I didn't have the energy to stand up anymore.
「Huh..」
I let out a big sigh, my mouth
slackening involuntarily.
（I'm glad... I've got a little
more time）
Somehow I managed to stay in first place
in the popularity contest today.
Thanks to the 100,000 yen I earned
from sex with Kijima, I can finally take a break.
Still, sex with Kijima was far more
intense than I had imagined. Perhaps that's why I couldn't get the image of
Kijima out of my mind while I was standing in the store, and it really bothered
me.
I didn't want to think about a man I
didn't like or care about, I wanted to think only about Kobayashi-sensei. But
Kijima forcefully pushes it away.
（It's annoying... although it
felt good...）
What the hell is that guy? Even if he
was born with a big cock, his fingertip technique is unbelievable.
I wonder how many women he's messed
around with that he can make them come so easily... even though he's ugly.
While I'm thinking about this, my
consciousness is gradually fading. No, I'm sleepy.
（I have to take off my makeup...
it's rough on my skin. I'll ask Cockroad maid to remove my makeup while I sleep）
I reached for the doorbell to call
Cockroach maid.
