Chapter 259 - 258: Trade offer

Chapter 259: Chapter 258: Trade offer

"Rock... paper... scissors... ahn! Ahn!" Morenne hastily threw her hand forward, trying her absolute best to follow along with Arielle, who was tightly biting her lower lip and trying her very hardest not to let out any loud moans of pleasure.

Rock! Scissors!

Arielle showed her hand with confidence and revealed a solid rock, while Morenne had chosen the scissors, completely losing the very first exchange of the game.

"I guess we have the winner for the first bout! It’s a win for Arielle," Owen announced cheerfully, declaring the first winner of the round. Arielle saw the sweet taste of triumph right in front of her, holding back her loud moans as she celebrated quietly and happily inside her own mind.

"Ahn... ahn... this is really hard... ahn... I can’t think straight at all..." Morenne complained breathlessly, her voice shaking. There was simply nothing she could do to stop the intense fingering that was driving her crazy. It felt so incredibly good on her body, yet it was so terrible for her mind while she was trying to focus on playing a game.

"Ahn... ahn... let’s try to win using our pure luck... Mor... ahnn... ah..." Arielle whispered back, maintaining her focus.

"T-this is completely unfair... ahnn... you keep enjoying the fingers of Wen because you already know how to control... ahnn... ahn... your emotions properly..." Morenne made up an excuse, clearly very unhappy about losing the very first point.

"Ngn... that is definitely not my fault for being his mom. You don’t have any other choice in this matter," Arielle replied with a smug grin, watching Morenne’s clear defeat with pure satisfaction.

Obviously, as the mother, she would naturally get the biggest share of the fun... and much more experience. Owen and Arielle regularly did that kind of intimate stuff together... even a sixty-nine position where his tongue was reserved exclusively for her enjoyment alone.

So, enduring a simple fingering while playing a game was not that hard for her to handle.

"Okay, enough with your bickering words, this is not my fault at all. It depends entirely on the effort and focus of each of you," Owen said firmly as he suddenly pulled his fingers out of them. A long, thin string of love juices could be clearly seen stretching between them, covered in sticky white stuff.

"Nggn... ahn... ahnn... I don’t have a choice in this..." Morenne muttered, knowing very well that she was currently on the losing side, meaning the only option she had left was to work much harder.

"It’s good that you understand your position, now start the next bout right away," Owen commanded. He drove his fingers right back inside without any warning, and he didn’t forget to spit a warm glob of saliva onto them to make sure the two women could feel the slick heat of his saliva coating his fingers.

Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...

The wet, echoing sounds filled the room as the game continued.

"Ahnnn... ah... rock... papers... ahn..." Morenne stammered.

"Ahnn... paper... scissors!" Arielle shouted quickly, proudly showing her trump card to secure another point.

"Oh! Another win from Arielle! The game is heavily in her favor as of the moment," Owen announced loudly. Over on the side, Pamela and Stella turned their heads away from their own thoughts to watch the heated battle unfold before them.

Stella was feeling kind of jealous watching everything... but she knew she needed to pay the price for her bubbly and carefree personality earlier.

"Ahn... ahn... this is really bad... ahn... ahn..." Morenne bit her lips hard, deeply frustrated that she had already lost two times in a row, not knowing what she should do next.

*’W-what am I supposed to do now..? This is really bad... I want to get treated roughly first... this is so bad for me..’* Morenne was caught deep inside a difficult dilemma. Of course, the situation of the other two was much better because he was fingering them exclusively and giving them intense pleasure.

"Now, now... what kind of strategy are you going to apply now, Morenne? I bet you already have a secret plan hidden in your mind," Owen taunted her playfully, wanting to see her desperate reaction.

"Ahnn... ahn... I don’t know... I literally can’t think straight with your fingers moving like that.."

"Do you want me to just stop completely?"

"Ngnn... n-no... you won’t stop anyway no matter what I say.." Morenne pouted unhappily, wondering why he was even asking a question when he would just keep going regardless.

"Hehe, I am not that bad of a guy, though. It is so harsh for you to say that right to me, Aunt."

"Ahn... ahn... n-no, b-that’s not what I actually meant..."

"Hmm? Tell me the truth, do you want me to rub my hard dick right against your tight ass so that you will have the extra motivation to work harder?" Owen asked with a suggestive smirk.

"Ngn... i-is that even fine...?" Morenne asked, her eyes widening with sudden hope.

"Absolutely no way! This is a fair game... ahn... ahn..." Arielle immediately protested loudly, because she could clearly see the sneaky tricks Morenne was trying to cook up just to gain an unfair leverage even though she had already failed to win the second round.

*’Ahn... ahn... so much for that... stop interrupting my clever plan right now, Arielle..’* Morenne thought angrily, wanting to take a bold step forward.

"Stop acting like a jealous kid, Arielle, let us hear the actual pleas of Morenne first before you complain," Owen said as he spanked Arielle’s bare ass firmly and shoved his fingers deeper inside her.

"Ahn... ahn... b-but... this is totally unfair... I am playing this game completely fair.. ah!.." Arielle sneered angrily toward Morenne, wondering why her opponent was trying to resort to such petty emotional moves.

She just wanted Morenne to let the luck work out naturally... and accept the harsh reality of her losing streak.

"I know you’re playing fair, Arielle, but let’s hear the words that are running through her mind right now," Owen insisted calmly.

"Ngn... o-okay fine.." Arielle gritted her teeth tightly and accepted his decision. She knew very well how Owen conducted himself, and she knew he wouldn’t just play around forever... plus, asking for too much argument would be completely dumb on her part.

"Please rub your dick to my asshole, Wen... I am sure I can work much better and give you a better show.. ahnn... ahn..." Morenne offered her desperate words directly, not holding back her true motives or her intense desires.

"Such a shameless woman..." Arielle rolled her eyes in annoyance, completely unhappy with Morenne’s shameless actions to bend the rules of their little game.

"Hmm, but if I do that, it means I am being totally biased toward you. So what can you offer me in return to equalize the offer?" Owen asked, causing Morenne’s hopeful smile to instantly freeze on her face.

"U-uhh... I don’t know... I just want to win against the already favorable odds of Arielle... ahn... ahnn."

"That is definitely not enough. You have to offer an equivalent trade or a fair offer. Otherwise, we will just continue the game exactly as it is right now."

"Ngn... ahm... ahn... I don’t even know what kind of offer you are talking about... ahn... ahnn." Morenne pleaded, wanting to know what price he wanted her to pay.