Chapter 268 - 267: Doing The Work

Chapter 268: Chapter 267: Doing The Work

"Heh... copycat! That’s the exact reason why you can’t ever win against me!" Arielle shouted back, though she didn’t mind the acts of the others at all. Instead of getting frustrated over them copying her style, she opened her mouth wide and spat a thick mouthful of warm saliva straight down toward her own chest.

"Master... this is my special sow dance for you... please look right at me... ahhh, I am your lowly servant... please grace me!"

Arielle went all out, chanting her continuous, soft rhythm while steadily closing the distance between them. Driven by the desire to take full control of the scene, she seized the initiative while the other three struggled to organize a cohesive routine.

"Ahn... ahn... don’t let her get to Owen... ahn... this is bad... what should we do?" Morenne asked, turning her gaze toward the other two, eager to form an alliance to bring down the one currently holding the lead.

"L-let’s join forces... just this once. I refuse to take another loss..." Pamela, whose earlier display had fallen short, was determined not to face defeat again.

"Ngh... o-okay," Stella agreed. The strategy was simple: they needed to press their chests together to prove that a combined effort far outweighed a solitary attempt.

"Lord... Master, please look over here!" Morenne called out loudly, shifting the momentum Arielle had established.

Owen looked over to see the three women pressing themselves tightly together in unison. The synchronized display formed an undeniable spectacle, offering a full six-fold display designed to command his undivided attention.

His breath caught as he watched them move desperately. For the three to secure their own opportunity, Arielle’s dominance had to be broken.

"Master... over here, come here... we’ve grouped ourselves together for you. We just want a small fraction of your attention..."

"Ngh... ahn, yes, Master. Look, we are presenting this specifically for you to use. You’re already affected, so why don’t you step over for a moment?" The three purposefully aligned themselves closer, pushing their boundaries to make his control slip.

"Ahn... not only that, Master, you can see that there are three of us right here—eager, receptive, and entirely available for you!" Pamela adjusted her swimwear, exposing smooth, delicate skin and creating a sight any man would dream of seeing. Not just one option, but three simultaneously.

Arielle turned her head toward the commotion and licked her lips. The three were acting out of sheer desperation to redirect his focus. They didn’t care who among them was chosen, so long as it wasn’t her.

It was understandable. Arielle had claimed the majority of his time and attention previously, and now she was asserting herself once more, attempting to monopolize him when the other women were equally eager.

"Good... good, show me more. Give me more, and I’ll decide who wins based on what satisfies me the most," he said, taking a sip from a bottle of water, ready to make his move at a moment’s notice.

"Hehe... yes... please give us just a moment, and we will show you what our combined effort can really do!"

"Ahh, yes, press closer! We need to prove that we’re far better together!"

"This..." Arielle found herself backed into a corner, unsure of her next move as she was forced toward the edge of the mat.

*N-no, I won’t lose... I can handle this easily...* She grabbed the side of the mat, abandoning her slower, fluid posture. Instead, she lowered her upper body completely flat against the mat, raising her hips high as she adjusted her swimsuit.

Her form was exposed, glistening with moisture, but that was only the beginning of her attempt to reclaim control.

Arielle reached for the empty bottle of sunscreen that Owen had used on her back earlier. Without hesitation, she guided the smooth plastic container directly against her slickened core, pushing the narrow top inward.

"Ngh! Ahn! Ah! Master... look at me... I need to be put in my place for being so demanding. Can you spare a moment for me? I’ve become so addicted to you that I haven’t been able to get a single wink of sleep!" Arielle left the bottle firmly positioned while continuing her reverse movement, swaying rhythmically.

The bottle remained firmly held inside her tight entrance as she squeezed down on the narrow neck, letting the wider base dangle and sway enticingly with every movement of her hips.

"Ngh! Ahn... ahn... Master... look at me..."

Owen stopped processing for a moment, his thoughts grinding to a halt at the sight before him. The sheer audacity of her seduction—using the object right in front of him—left him momentarily speechless.

Arielle was truly driven to extremes, resorting to whatever means necessary to claim his focus.

"Ahem... keep going... just a little more," he managed to say, nodding slowly as he took a step back toward the group of three. Deciding a winner in this hidden competition was no simple task.

More options meant a complete overload of sensory pleasure, and that was an undeniable fact.

*Well, well... enough playing around. Why not just take them all on at the same time? Hehe, do they really think I can’t handle it?* he mused to himself, chuckling at the thought.

Having previously driven every single one of them to complete exhaustion, leaving them collapsed on the floor, shivering in overwhelming pleasure, he knew full well the effect he had on them.

"T-then... who won...?"

"Well now... I don’t really have to choose just one, do I? Not when I can take all of you at once. All four of you, stand up. It’s time to start the real session!"

As long as hands weren’t used to maintain balance, it was completely fine... so using her chest to add extra visual appeal was a truly brilliant move!

Owen announced he is not fond of favoritism. "So better grind those pussies all together than to let them think of rivalry."

"Ahnn... so the sow dance we made was useless...?" Stella asked, not surprised by his choice, but a bit disappointed that she couldn’t have her private time with him. She looked at him with sad eyes, hoping he would change his mind. She wanted to be the only one in his arms tonight, even if it was just for a short time.