Chapter 74: …So? What Do You Think of My Place?

Chapter 74: 74: ...So? What Do You Think of My Place?

"Is it here?"

"A little farther this way."

Manager Selena lived in a neighborhood of older villas near University.

The alleys felt a little eerie for a woman walking home late after drinking.

So this was where she lived.

It was so ordinary that I did not know what to say.

Rows of four- and five-story red-brick villas from the eighties and nineties—the sort of city scenery you saw everywhere.

Even in a black company, shouldn’t someone at manager level be able to live somewhere better?

Maybe not. I knew nothing about city housing prices. They were so far beyond me that I never even looked.

Though now I could probably start taking an interest in real estate.

We walked deeper into the neighborhood in silence.

Then Manager Selena spoke.

"Ed."

"Yes?"

"...How long are you going to keep touching my ass?"

I had been holding it while we walked so I would not get lost.

"Until we reach your place?"

"...Could you stop now?"

"No. I like your ass."

"That isn’t the issue. What if we run into someone I know near my house?"

"We can make something up."

Walking while I felt her ass was hardly a major incident at this point.

"...What would we say?"

"I’d say I’m your boyfriend."

"..."

Her ass suddenly tensed hard in my hand.

"...That would work."

She nodded, apparently satisfied. Her pace even quickened.

"Hey. Wait for me."

"Hurry up, Ed."

Her steps had become strangely light.

That could not be my imagination.

I caught up, resumed touching her ass, and followed her home.

***

Beep, beep, beep. Chime.

The electronic lock opened.

The moment I stepped inside, the scent of a woman living alone filled the entryway.

A strangely arousing smell.

"Leave your shoes there."

"Okay."

I took them off behind her.

As I did, I scanned Selena from behind.

"Hmm..."

"...What?"

"Nothing. I was looking around."

I was looking at her body, not the apartment.

It was impossible to take my eyes off her figure.

I had come not long ago and was already hard again.

"Sit on the sofa. I’ll get you water."

Manager Selena headed toward the kitchen.

I sat down and looked around the living room.

Maybe because it was an older place, it was surprisingly large for one person.

A living room connected to the kitchen, one bedroom, and a bathroom. That other door had to lead to the bedroom.

The living room was not spacious, but there was enough room for one person to watch television comfortably.

The apartment was messier than I expected from Manager Selena.

Clothes were scattered across the floor.

Was that a pair of panties?

"Here. Water— Ah!"

Manager Selena returned and hurriedly gathered the clothes.

She scooped them into her arms and threw them into a laundry basket.

"...Pretend you didn’t see anything."

"The black thong?"

"...Everything."

She could not lift her head from embarrassment.

The disorder made it obvious she had not planned to bring me home tonight.

She probably intended to drink and then go to a hotel.

Something changed her mind midway through the evening.

Why?

Probably Celeste.

I had slept at the CEO’s house yesterday, so maybe Manager Selena decided I had to sleep at hers tonight.

"...What do you think?"

"Of what?"

"Coming to my house."

"It feels strange. Like visiting a female friend’s apartment."

"...A female friend."

Selena sighed and sat down directly beside me despite all the empty space.

The sofa felt cramped the moment she joined me. Our bodies were pressed together.

Her attempt to close the distance could not have been more obvious.

"Is this what you usually do after work?"

"Hm?"

"I was curious what you do at home."

"Nothing interesting."

That seemed likely.

I had not seen the bedroom yet, but there were no signs of a hobby.

"You work late almost every day, so I guess you only sleep when you get home."

"Usually."

Was that life any fun?

It did not sound fun.

"...I have a hobby these days."

"What?"

"Browsing TwiXter."

"..."

Did that count as a hobby?

She introduced it with surprising pride.

"I search things like MonsterCam Guy lately."

"What comes up?"

"There are fewer mentions now, but people still react whenever you post even a short video."

"Oh? Really?"

"Most of the posts are evaluating the women rather than you. Men, probably."

"That makes sense."

As I agreed, something occurred to me.

The overwhelming majority of videos I posted featured Selena.

Any comments about the woman were comments about her.

Meaning her true hobby was not TwiXter. It was searching for herself.

"...What do they say?"

"The obvious things. That her breasts are huge. That they want to suck them. That they want to bury their faces in them."

I had seen plenty of those posts too.

Running OnlyF*ns had made one thing clear: most of my paying audience was male.

They were not there only to look at my huge cock. They wanted to watch women react to being penetrated by it.

Their faces were hidden or mosaicked carefully, but Manager Selena’s voice, body, and the sex itself were all available behind the paywall.

"They’re all perverts."

Selena said it while fidgeting with her fingers and toes.

Her fantasy was being discovered in a humiliating act and blackmailed.

That was effectively what I had done to her.

Now her humiliation and sex were being exposed indirectly through social media.

Maybe she was getting aroused by watching that happen.

Searching for herself was almost like searching for masturbation material.

In other words, she liked this situation.

Maybe she had brought it up because she wanted me to understand that.

"Manager Selena, can I see the other room?"

"The other room? The bedroom?"

"Yes."

"It’s messy. I didn’t clean."

"That’s fine. It’s your room."

"But my image..."

Her image?

Ah. She thought the room would clash with her cold office persona.

"Don’t worry."

I patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Your image is already that of a complete pervert."

"..."

"Shall we go?"

"...Fine."

Selena carefully stood.

We both knew that asking to see the bedroom was an excuse to have sex there.

At this point, we hardly needed excuses.

"...Here."

The door opened.

Contrary to her concern, the bed was fairly neat.

The room was small, so the bed occupied most of it, but the lighting was pleasant.

"It’s a little cramped, but come in."

"Oh. This is nicer than I expected."

I entered and looked around.

"You own several copies of the same suit?"

"...I wear a suit every day. I have to."

"You could dress more casually."

"You know our company’s dress code, Ed."

Beyond the formal rules, the whole company had a conservative atmosphere around clothing.

Probably Celeste’s preference.

I would ask her to loosen it one day.

"Besides, these clothes are comfortable. If I try to dress casually..."

"Your breasts attract too much attention?"

"...Yes."

They stood out even in a suit. If she came to work in some tight casual outfit, the office would collapse.

"Still, if you prefer casual clothes..."

"I like you in suits, Manager Selena."

"...You do?"

She sounded quietly pleased.

"Sit down and rest. I’ll clean a little."

Selena began gathering clothes and random objects from the floor.

Naturally, bending over pointed her ass directly at me.

This had to be intentional.

We had been drinking. I had come to her home for the first time. We were in her bedroom.

Assuming nothing would happen was absurd.

Just like earlier, Selena was still sexually frustrated.

She might be waiting for me to cover her from behind right now.

"Hmm."

What kind of scene should I give her?

Sweet, affectionate sex between lovers in her own bedroom?

That fit the atmosphere.

I had no intention of doing anything that ordinary.

"Well, well."

"...?"

I patted Selena’s ass from behind.

"Look at that ass, miss. Magnificent."

"...!?"

Her body jolted.

She turned toward me, voice trembling slightly.

"Why... Why are you talking like that, Ed?"

"No, no, miss. You shouldn’t call this old man by name so casually."

"Ah..."

I stepped behind her and stroked her ass slowly. Selena reluctantly offered it.

"This old man came all the way home with you to comfort you, didn’t he?"

"Mmh..."

I touched her ass and legs like a lecherous stranger.

By now, she understood what I was doing.

I slapped her ass.

"Go lie on the bed, miss."

It had been a while since we did a role-play scene.