Chapter 258 - 257: Game On

Chapter 258: Chapter 257: Game On

"Ahn... ahn... I really can’t control my voice... but isn’t it so much better to show it off to the others... ehehe?" She gave him a playful wink, deciding it was far better to enjoy everything to the fullest.

"Wow... so bold of you." He only smirked in response and gently unhooked the back strap of her swimsuit top. It was definitely better to cover every single part of her body evenly with lotion.

"Ahn... ahnn... please do my tits too... I want you to touch my tits..." she begged, wanting to offer her chest to him completely. It was common knowledge that kneading her soft tits was a frequent occurrence between them.

Yet here he was, simply taking his time and enjoying the soft touch of her smooth skin.

"Shh, stop saying those wild things out loud. They might actually get angry at you." Owen could almost feel his life getting dangerously complicated.

"Ahn... ahn... I am so sorry about that." She apologized softly, shifting her hips and ass upward. She tried to secretly rub her soft rear against his bulging shaft hidden beneath his thin shorts. Of course, the other three saw it clearly; his shaft reached all the way up toward his stomach, after all!

The thick shape and massive head made the other three women gulp hard. Owen wasn’t even trying to hide his natural size; he was already completely shirtless, after all!

It was just like those fitness videos that revealed a man’s outline all along. Yes, exactly like that—there was no need to sugarcoat anything, and Owen didn’t bother hiding a thing. Hiding was only meant for men who were not confident in themselves.

"Good that you know. Hehe, now let me put something on your lower body." Owen slid his fingers lower down her legs, giving her a soft, relaxing massage.

"Ahn... ahn... ahn!" Pamela moaned loudly once again because Owen placed his warm fingers right along the inside of her soft thighs.

Her subtle plan to rub her ass against him had completely failed. Not because she couldn’t move, but because the sudden stimulation of his touch nearly made her squirt right then and there.

Ahn... ahn... ahn... Wen is really so good at doing this... ahnn. He is truly the perfect man... She briefly imagined herself walking gracefully down the wedding aisle holding a bright bouquet of flowers... well, not the normal kind of traditional marriage you might think of, because his shaft would be completely bare! And... obviously she would need to kneel down and suck him off right away. It was a sweet yet wildly new idea to her.

Ahn... why am I even thinking so far ahead right now? She decided to stop letting her mind wander. Owen was almost finished applying the lotion, and she needed to focus and savor every bit of the wonderful feeling.

"Ahn... ahnn... please do more... I want so much more, Wen..." she begged, desperately wanting his shaft. She wanted to be thoroughly penetrated right from behind out in the open.

"Chill out and wait for a moment. We will definitely get to that soon enough." Having finished applying the lotion to her sensitive skin, Owen decided to let her enjoy the tantalizing taste of teasing a little longer.

It wasn’t quite the right moment yet; it was time to properly marinate her pussy for a truly spectacular squirting session later on.

"Okay, you are all done. Hmm... who should I choose next between the two of you?" Owen asked, turning his head to look at the remaining two with great interest.

"..."

"..."

The two women remained completely silent. Obviously, they weren’t going to fall for such cheap, transparent tricks! Yes... whoever spoke up first would inevitably get pushed down to the third spot.

"Wise choices... eheh. I guess both of you are sharp enough to understand the rules of the game by now." Owen nodded his head in approval, thoroughly satisfied that both of them had managed to restrain themselves from speaking out.

Then he turned his head over toward Stella... well, she already knew that she had messed up her timing, which was why she simply turned her head away in mild embarrassment.

"Haha, well, well... how about we do this instead? You two will decide the order by playing a fair game of rock, paper, and scissors. The one who wins three times first will get the immediate reward." Owen proposed the idea, and the two women instantly locked eyes in a fierce battle of foresight and determination.

"Hmmn... I don’t mind accepting that fun challenge at all."

"The exact same goes for me." Both of them eyed each other intensely. Both possessed unique system abilities... but those were completely useless here; this was strictly a pure battle of human wits and simple luck.

"Well then, don’t hesitate... but also don’t try to act all tough and strong while playing."

"Hmm? What do you mean... ahnn!" Morenne tried to ask for clarification... but her question was cut short and met with an immediate, ecstatic moan after Owen unexpectedly slid his fingers beneath her fabric and fingered her wet pussy!

"Ngnn... ahnm... ahnm... how can we possibly focus on playing the game if you keep fingering our pussies like this, Wen...?" Arielle asked with a flushed face, realizing she couldn’t concentrate on her moves at all. The intense pleasure of being fingered directly through the thin swimsuit fabric made everything so much harder to endure.

"Hehe, I just don’t want to give anyone a chance to pull off some kind of secret ploy. This needs to remain a pure battle of luck, so start playing right now."

Squelch... squelch... squelch...

"Ahn... ahnn... please..."

"What do you mean by ’please’? Do you want me to stop? If I stop now, I will automatically consider Arielle as the undisputed winner of the game."

"Ahn... n-no! I am not giving up... ahnn, keep going... ahnn... ahn!" Morenne couldn’t even wrap her mind around the wild sensations anymore; it felt so incredibly good... yes, her deeply pent-up feelings had been stacking up ever since she lost the earlier opportunity to join in on the action!

Now she was at her absolute weakest, most vulnerable point... though Arielle was certainly not exempted from the intense physical sensation either.