Chapter 119 | A Master’s Duty[2]

"This will be our little secret~"

She pressed a finger gently against her lips, her eyes never leaving his.

Dante felt his heart get hit by something he wasn’t prepared for. ’This is unfair. You can’t just do that to a man and expect him to keep acting....’

Natasha felt his reaction through the shaft in her hand. A thick, violent throb that pulsed against her fingers so hard it made her grip tighten on instinct. Her cheeks reddened. ’Did it get even harder? Is it because I stopped stroking?’

"Don’t let anyone find out, okay?" She whispered as her fingers started moving again, slowly sliding up and down his length. "A-and don’t misunderstand. I’m only doing this so you don’t go outside and hook up with some random slut."

"I understand, Master. We’ll keep it in the family." Dante nodded with a pure, innocent look on his face while grinning like a devil on the inside.

Natasha almost choked on air. ’K-keep it in the family? Does this guy even hear himself?’

But strangely enough, those words sent a twisted thrill through her.

What she didn’t know was that Dante meant those words literally. He wasn’t planning to stop at just her and Emma. Every single one of his senior sisters was on the list.

Obviously, Natasha didn’t think much of his words and focused on what was in her hand.

Her fingers wrapped tight around the base and dragged up in one long stroke. Her thumb rubbed over the fat, swollen tip before twisting back down.

’It’s so damn thick and the veins won’t stop pulsing against my palm. And the smell...’ She was staring at his cock like she had never seen anything like it. ’This gross, ugly, angry looking thing... why do I want to keep touching it?’

This was her first time seeing a man’s cock up close. She and Victor only did it once and he kept the lights off the whole time. She agreed because she didn’t want to see his face.

Turns out there was a very good reason why he insisted on keeping them off. She only figured that out later when she wiped Dante’s body and caught a glimpse of his outline.

’This thing is easily three times bigger than that bastard’s peanut. How can there be such a huge difference between two men?’

She had always called Victor a lizard to insult him. But looking at the real deal in her hand right now, it turned out he actually was one.

’Haha, If I had known about this sooner, I would have used it to mock him before cutting his head off. What a shame.’ A dark, eerie aura leaked out of her without her realizing it.

’Shit, why is she suddenly giving off killing intent? Did I do something wrong?’ Dante felt a chill run down his spine.

A nervous string of precum oozed from the tip and stretched down to her fingers, snapping her out of whatever dark place her mind had gone to.

She blinked and looked down at the glistening drop sitting on his tip.

’...Cute.’

Just like that, the murderous aura vanished and her whole vibe did a complete flip. She was practically glowing.

’Did she lose her mind?’ Dante was concerned after watching her go from wanting to kill someone to looking like an angel in a few seconds.

On the other hand, Natasha smeared the precum along his shaft with her thumb, spreading the slickness until her hand started gliding up and down with ease.

Her hand found a rhythm. Slow strokes from base to tip, her fingers squeezing tighter on the way up and loosening on the way down. Every time she reached the head, her thumb dragged across the slit, smearing the precum that kept leaking out before sliding back down.

The wet sounds filling the quiet room made her ears burn but her hand only got faster.

’His breathing is getting heavier.’ She glanced up at his face. His eyes were half closed and his jaw was clenched, a low groan slipping through his teeth. ’Is he close?’

She sped up, her wrist flicking faster at the top of each stroke. His cock throbbed hard against her palm and the veins pulsed under her fingers every time she squeezed.

But after a few minutes, nothing happened.

She tried going faster. Still nothing.

She tried gripping tighter. His hips shifted but that was it.

’Why isn’t he finishing?’ Natasha was starting to panic. ’I’ve been at this for a while now. Shouldn’t he be done already?’

She looked down at his cock. It was just as hard as when she started. Maybe harder. The tip was swollen red and the precum wouldn’t stop leaking but there was zero sign of him finishing anytime soon.

’Am I just bad at this?’ A wave of insecurity hit her. ’Is it because I have no experience? Does Emma do it better than me?’

The second that thought entered her head, her fingers squeezed tight on instinct and her strokes turned rough and angry.

"AH! M-Master, that... that hurts!" Dante’s face went white and his whole body flinched.

Natasha came back to her senses and loosened her grip immediately. "I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to—"

She was holding his cock like it was a wounded baby bird now, her face full of panic and guilt.

"I’m fine. Just go a little easier on the pressure." Dante let out a breath as the colour returned to his face.

"Uh... Dante, am I even doing this right?" Natasha asked in a small voice, rubbing her cheek with her finger.

She looked completely lost. All the boldness from earlier had been replaced by the face of a woman who just realized she had no clue what she was doing.

Dante had been waiting for her to ask that.

He had been holding himself back on purpose this whole time.

Sure, her technique was clumsy and her rhythm kept falling apart. But there was no way in hell a simple lack of skill was going to stop him from finishing.

This was Natasha Raven, his master and the protagonist’s mother. She was giving him a handjob, trying her hardest to make him come. When the situation itself was this insane, technique didn’t matter one bit.

’A handjob alone isn’t going to cut it. I need to keep pushing.’ Dante saw the expectant look in her eyes and smiled.

Their roles had completely flipped. Right now, she was the student waiting for feedback on her ’technique’ and he was the teacher.

"I mean..." Dante kept his eyes closed, sneaking a peek at the nervous look on her face. "It’s not bad."

Natasha let out a breath of relief.

"But the technique could use some work."

"Oh..." Her face fell like a student who just got a passing grade when she was aiming for top marks.

"Well, Master, I actually like that you’re not experienced." Dante said with a small smile. "And you can always make up for technique with other methods."

"Like what?" She asked with a determined look. Her pride as a woman was on the line right now.

’She took the bait.’ Dante held back the grim and slowly let his eyes drif to the two massive mounds straining against her thin shirt.

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt but even that couldn’t hide the size of those things.

Natasha’s face reddened the moment she caught where his eyes had landed. He didn’t need to say another word.

"H-here." She turned her head to the side, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in one motion. Her tits strained against the thin bra the second the t-shirt came off, the fabric barely containing them.

Dante’s hand reached up and cupped one of her tits through the bra. His fingers sank into the soft flesh and Natasha’s breath hitched but her hand didn’t stop moving on his cock.

’This softness is unreal. And now I can touch them whenever I want!’ He squeezed slowly, feeling the full weight of it fill his palm. His thumb found her nipple through the thin fabric and started rubbing it in slow circles.

"Mmh..." A small sound slipped from Natasha’s lips. Her hand faltered on his shaft for a second before she forced herself to keep going. ’It felt good during the massage but this is completely different.’

He squeezed harder, kneading the flesh with his fingers, pushing it up and letting it bounce back into his palm. The bra was getting in the way and they both knew it.

His fingers slid under the cup. The moment his bare skin touched hers, Natasha sucked in a breath. His rough palm pressed right against her bare tit, her hard nipple poking into the center of his hand.

’During the massage, he was at least pretending to be professional about it. Right now he’s just groping me however he wants to.’ She bit her lips, holding back her moans.

’No bra in the world was built to hold these monsters.’ Dante cupped the bare flesh and squeezed. Heavy, warm, and so soft his fingers sank in and disappeared no matter how hard he gripped.

Natasha’s strokes were getting sloppier by the second. Her breathing was ragged and her thighs kept squeezing together.

Then without warning, Dante pinched her stiff nipple between his thumb and finger and pulled.

"Hyaa~! Mhh—!" The sound that came out of her mouth was so loud even she didn’t recognize her own voice. Her back arched hard, her hand clamped down on his cock, and her eyes started fluttering as her mind went blank.

If there was a climax reach bar above her, it would look like this.

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