Chapter 75: Why Don’t You Say It to the Camera?

Chapter 75: 75: Why Don’t You Say It to the Camera?

"...The bed?"

Selena’s acting sounded distinctly awkward.

That was understandable.

This was only the second time she had role-played without hiding her face.

The first had been closer to reality disguised as role-play, so this was effectively her first proper scene with established roles.

We had done it several times with her face covered, but that was different.

Acting suddenly in front of someone you knew was difficult—especially acting out something humiliating.

I had trained myself during college, so I did not mind.

Selena barely knew how to control her expression in daily life. We were opposites.

"Right. The bed. You brought this old man home because you wanted to do it there, didn’t you?"

She stared at me in surprise.

My acting must have sounded convincingly sleazy.

Not wanting to lose, Selena cleared her throat and entered the role.

"Ahem... I-I didn’t bring you here for that."

"Sure you didn’t."

I grabbed both of her enormous breasts from behind.

"Mmh...!"

"You used these tits to seduce me."

"Ah... mm. I didn’t mean to..."

"Then why are we here?"

"Because you said you would spread the photographs if I didn’t take you home... mm..."

"Hehe. Did I?"

We built the setting one line at a time.

Planning everything in advance could be fun, but improvising the scenario together was one of the pleasures of role-play.

Manager Selena knew how to enjoy it.

I kneaded her breasts with both hands and whispered into her ear.

"Then get on the bed before I post them."

"Ngh!"

She gave me a furious, humiliated stare.

I met her eyes with a smirk.

Manager Selena was hottest when she looked wronged and furious.

"A-all right."

She lay face down on the bed.

She was lovely in any position.

Her dense breasts defied gravity beneath her, while her stockinged legs squirmed restlessly over the bedding.

"You’re always hot, miss."

"...Flattery won’t help you."

"Hm? You heard ’hot’ as praise?"

"Mmh! That isn’t what I meant."

Selena started to rise, but I pushed her back down.

Who gave her permission to move?

"Ugh..."

"Stay still."

Using the most stereotypical dirty-old-man line possible, I felt her body through her clothes.

Selena shut her eyes and accepted my hands with an air of resignation.

"...Do whatever you want."

I stroked and explored.

Interesting.

She did not react.

More precisely, she was trying very hard not to react.

Was this her form of resistance? Or did she want to play an icy woman who refused to respond while being molested?

I could not tell.

Either way, it did not seem likely to work.

"Ah... mm!"

The moment my fingers brushed one nipple, she moaned.

She was extremely sensitive, even through the blouse.

The alcohol probably contributed. More importantly, she had been thoroughly aroused in the restroom.

We had gone lightly there, but it was hardly a place where she could relax and enjoy herself.

The dissatisfaction had stayed in her body, leaving her oversensitive.

Then my palm merely grazed her chest.

"Hh—ah!?"

Her hips lifted sharply.

I deliberately teased her with light touches, stimulating one area after another.

Arms. Neck. Breasts. Sides. Armpits. Hips. Ass. Thighs.

"Mmh... haa...!"

"You like this old man touching you, don’t you, miss?"

"Not at all. It feels like an animal pawing at me."

Her words said one thing. Her body twitched everywhere my hand passed.

I flicked her nipple again.

"Mmmm...?"

Her waist rose immediately.

"Mmh... haa...!"

The pained, frustrated expression on her face was fucking hot.

"You’re trying so hard to hold back, but your body won’t cooperate."

"That isn’t true."

"Then why do you sound like that when I touch here?"

"Mmm?"

"What a cute noise, miss."

"Ngh..."

Selena bit her lip in frustration.

Still trying to endure?

I had another method.

I brought my lips close to her face.

"...! Wh-what are you doing?"

Her face flushed.

"What? Did you think I was going to kiss you?"

"...Aren’t you?"

"You’re innocent, miss. You think a man wants a kiss every time he brings his face close."

"Ngh! Y-you always do..."

She had clearly expected it.

I saw the tip of her tongue appear before she quickly hid it again.

"I’m not kissing you. I’m doing this."

I dragged my tongue from her chin to her temple.

"Ah! Wh-what are you doing?"

"Hehe... Marking your face so everyone knows you belong to this old man."

"That’s still—ah!?"

I licked the other cheek.

It looked greedy and grotesque, but it was strangely fun.

Manager Selena took good care of her skin. It was smooth and firm beneath my tongue.

"D-disgusting..."

"Hehe. Who let a disgusting pervert catch her?"

Unable to answer, Selena shut her eyes again.

"...Do whatever you want."

We would see how long that attitude lasted.

I licked all over her face.

"Mmh... hng..."

I coated it with saliva until it shone.

The sight was spectacular.

So was Manager Selena gritting her teeth and pretending it did not affect her.

Then I licked the side of her neck.

"Ah—eek!?"

"Oh?"

A remarkably cute sound escaped her.

Selena sprang upright, grabbing her neck.

"Wh-what did you do just now?"

"I licked you."

"Ah..."

Her face had gone crimson.

Was her neck a weak point?

That was useful new information.

"You told me to do whatever I wanted, then made a scene the moment I did, miss."

"That’s different. I didn’t know you would lick somewhere like that."

"How did it feel?"

"...What?"

"It felt good, didn’t it?"

"..."

She bit her lip.

Her expression already answered. It had felt extremely good.

"...Do what you want."

"If you won’t admit it, I won’t do it again."

"Then I’d be happy."

"Really?"

I moved my face close like the disgusting old man I was playing.

"Ngh..."

She turned away, too frustrated to admit the truth.

But she had liked it. Her whole body still trembled from the unfamiliar pleasure.

"It felt... good."

"What was that?"

"I said it felt good."

"I can’t hear you. This old man’s ears aren’t what they used to be."

"It felt good! Having you lick my neck felt good!"

"Hehehe..."

Hearing Manager Selena say it herself was wonderful.

"Then I should lick you more."

"Mmm...??"

One touch of my tongue made her cry out immediately.

She could not even maintain her posture and collapsed onto the bed.

Like a wolf holding its prey by the throat, I followed her neck and licked relentlessly.

"Mmm? Haa?"

"How is it, miss? Starting to feel something?"

"Ah... mm?"

She no longer argued. She simply offered her neck and moaned.

She even shifted subtly to give my tongue more room.

I rewarded her expectations by covering her neck in saliva.

After several minutes, I lifted my head.

Selena lay on the bed just short of climax.

I had stripped off her blouse while licking her. Her nipples stood painfully hard.

"Haa... mm...?"

"Hehe... Miss."

She was ready. Time to take out my cock.

I lowered my pants and showed her my full erection.

"...!"

"Oh? Your eyes changed the moment you saw it."

"N-no..."

"Sure. If you don’t honestly ask for my cock, I won’t have sex with you. This old man is a romantic. I only have the sex a woman wants."

"..."

Selena looked at me as though I had said something absurd.

Yet her eyes also begged for sex.

She had wanted it from the beginning. That was why she brought me here.

"...Please."

"Please what?"

"Have sex with me."

"Hehe. Good. Say it one more time."

"I already said it."

"No. This time, there are other people listening."

"...?"

I held up my phone.

A live broadcast had just started.

[Fucking an Office Lady with Tits So Huge They’re Almost Monster Size — Free Live Show!]

<Viewers: 88>

"...!?"

Selena realized she was on camera and quickly covered her face.

"Don’t worry. I won’t show your face."

"When did you start it?"

"Just now."

The audience climbed rapidly. It was already over three hundred.

Three hundred live viewers was a respectable mid-sized stream.

The MonsterCam Guy brand still had power.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ Is this really MonsterCam Guy?

│ Holy shit, look at those tits.

│ Bounce bounce.

│ This is live?

│ He’s streaming himself fucking women now? lol.

╰─

That was possible only because TwiXter was a very unrestricted platform.

"Now say it so they can hear. What did you ask me to do?"

"Ugh..."

Selena looked at me resentfully.

At the same time, her face was overflowing with excitement.