Chapter 78:Pretend we’re lovers… for me

Chapter 78: 78:Pretend we’re lovers... for me

My orgasm was broadcast live in full.

Oh no...

Everyone was watching.

How many had Ed said there were? Five hundred?

Five hundred.

Depending on how you looked at it, that could sound like either a small number or a huge one.

But if five hundred people were actually standing here watching me...

They wouldn’t fit in this room. They could fill the entire building and still run out of space.

And every one of them had just watched me come.

"Ah... ngh... haa!"

The thought alone was humiliating.

I knew videos of me having sex were spreading through Ed’s account.

Being shown to people live felt completely different.

Like they were here, watching in real time.

No...

I barely managed to clutch the sheet, trying somehow to quiet myself.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

Ed drove into me again.

"O-ohhh!?"

That single thrust shattered what little restraint I had left.

"Hah... ah... mm...?"

I couldn’t hold it back. The moans spilled out.

The bed was a wreck.

I had known it would happen from the moment I brought Ed here.

I just hadn’t expected it to get this bad.

"Give the viewers your thoughts."

Ed kept cruelly demanding that I describe my reactions.

I stole a look at the screen. An impossible amount of chat was scrolling past.

I couldn’t read it all, but most of it was probably people saying filthy things about me.

Having sex with Ed in front of so many people...

I swallowed.

My legs trembled just thinking about it.

And yet, somewhere inside me, an odd sense of satisfaction bloomed.

It felt as though everyone was acknowledging that Ed and I had this kind of relationship.

Maybe his other women were watching too.

The CEO. Or women whose names and faces I didn’t even know.

If Ed had streamed himself with another woman, I knew I would have watched.

I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. I’d have needed to know.

The CEO and the others... They have to be watching now.

Then I needed to prove it in front of them.

Prove that what Ed and I had was special.

"Having something this big... ah...? inside me feels... g-good, everyone."

My voice shook, but I said it.

I was having sex with Ed in front of all those people.

"What does it feel like?"

He was awful. Truly awful.

Did I really have to say that too?

I looked at him, but he only smirked.

He wanted an answer.

"My body is... trembling, and it fills my stomach so completely that I can feel the weight of it... ngh..."

"Did you like it that much?"

He was speaking to me as though I were a child.

"...Yes."

"You know you’re smiling a little, right?"

"...What?"

I hurriedly fixed my expression.

Had I been wearing the delighted face of a female who had just come?

The camera couldn’t see my face, but Ed had been looking at it the entire time.

"...N-no."

"You always say that."

He pushed into me again, as though punishing the lie.

"Oh..."

His cock filled me, sending sensation through my entire body.

Every nerve sharpened. My body rejoiced.

Again.

You’re going to move again, aren’t you, Ed?

Fear and tension tangled with anticipation and excitement until I couldn’t name what I felt.

Make me forget all of it. Hurry...

He pressed deep.

"Begging with your pussy now?"

Ed understood the plea I hadn’t spoken.

We had shared enough experience for that.

"Beg out loud too. The viewers need to hear you."

...

Would words alone really satisfy you, Ed?

I carefully wrapped my legs around his body.

The gesture plainly asked him to keep going, and he smiled.

"Fill this... filthy pussy with your cum...? MonsterCam Guy?"

***

He drove into me in a steady, wet rhythm.

"Mmh? Ah? Nn...?"

Fuck, Manager Selena’s pussy was squeezing me so hard.

It pressed around my cock tightly enough to make thrusting difficult.

At some point, she had locked those thick thighs around me. Now she acted as though she would never let go.

"How badly did you need cock?"

I thrust into her again and again.

"O-oh...! Mm, ngh?"

"Because you went more than a week without it?"

"Ah, ah... y-yes... I waited because we hadn’t...?"

"What did you do by yourself while you were waiting?"

"Masturbated... mm? I masturbated...?"

Selena confessed everything now without the slightest restraint.

The proper act she had tried to maintain because the viewers were watching was completely gone.

She was just a needy female now.

"I masturbated because I wanted MonsterCam Guy’s cock...?"

"But the real thing’s better, right?"

"Mmm...??"

She nodded wildly, delighted by the real cock inside her.

I watched the chat pour in as I slapped my hips against her mound.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ Fuck, she’s turned into a complete female.

│ Listen to how different she sounds from the beginning.

╰─

The viewers had noticed the change in her voice too.

I had felt it myself.

This was the voice Selena made once every last defense came down.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ Didn’t she hate this at first?

│ Hate it my ass, she sounded like she wanted it from the start.

│ She was pretending not to want it and finally dropped the act.

│ That’s the female underneath.

╰─

Some of them understood.

Others were just desperate creeps.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ Daddy please do me too please.

│ I want to hold those tits while they bounce.

│ Save the other side for me.

│ I bet I could act even sluttier if I were the one getting fucked.

│ Stop it, gay dude...

│ I’m not gay though?

╰─

What the hell was with that guy? I’d check the username and block him later.

I kept thrusting.

"O-ohh...? Mm, mm...! You’re still inside me... fucking me in my own bed...?"

"How does it feel getting fucked in your own bed?"

"G-good...?"

Glad to hear it.

I grabbed Selena by the waist and drove into her hard.

"Fuck, I’m coming..."

"Come... come inside me...!"

At some point she had dropped formal speech completely. Apparently the role-play was gone too.

I stopped caring about the scenario and focused on pounding her.

"O-ohhh...! Mm...! I-I’m coming again...?"

"Together..."

I pressed my hips flush to hers and came inside her.

Splurt-Splurttt-Spluurrttt.

"Mmm—ohhh...??"

Fuck... so much came out.

Far more than in the bathroom earlier.

Maybe this position really was the easiest.

Selena’s waist shook as she took every pulse of cum inside her.

"Ghh..."

Splurt.

I emptied the last drop and finished with my cock still buried in her.

"Haa...? Haa...?"

Selena went limp, nearly collapsing against the bed as she struggled to breathe.

Every rough breath made her chest rise and fall. It was strangely mesmerizing.

I kept filming while I checked the viewers’ reactions.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ Raw creampie, no hesitation lmao.

│ Wait, he really wasn’t wearing a condom.

│ How would a condom even fit that thing?

│ Cam Guy’s a real man.

│ Must be a safe day, no way he’d actually get her pregnant.

│ She’s probably on the pill or something.

╰─

The viewers were worrying about pregnancy for us.

I wasn’t worried.

Not because I had a plan. I just wouldn’t mind if it happened.

"Haa..."

Selena lay there and glanced up at me.

"...How long are you keeping that on?"

"Yes, ma’am?"

Her real manager voice made me answer formally without thinking.

Shit. That broke character.

Rather than stumble through an excuse, I simply ended the stream.

We had shown them everything worth showing anyway.

If they wanted more, they could pay for it.

╭─ [Live Comments]

│ The broadcast has ended.

│ Peak viewers: 569.

│ Total donations: 1,223 dollar.

╰─

Over a thousand dollar from one round of sex.

It barely moved me anymore. Now I knew women who would gladly pay tens of thousands for a single night.

"Is it off?"

"Whoa!"

When had she moved that close?

Selena was beside me, looking at the screen too.

Only after she saw the broadcast-ended message did she let out a relieved breath.

"Haa... Ed."

"Yes, Manager Selena."

"You can’t just start broadcasting without asking. You scared me."

Come to think of it, I really hadn’t told her.

I had used the role-play as an excuse and slipped naturally into it.

Not that I planned to apologize.

"So? Did you hate it?"

"..."

"Answer me."

"...I wouldn’t say I hated it."

"Then you liked it?"

"..."

She glared at me.

Not as if she wanted to kill me. More like she was mildly annoyed.

"...What would you do if I said I did?"

"Broadcast more often."

"...Haa."

"Why? Do you want me not to?"

"You’ll do whatever you want anyway."

"That’s true."

"Then do what you want. Just tell me first. I need to cover my face."

A reasonable condition. Very Manager Selena.

"I can do that much."

"You’re not broadcasting again tonight, are you?"

"Of course not."

"...Now that you got what you came for... are you leaving?"

Oh?

There was something in the air.

Selena kept glancing at me, trying to tell me something with her eyes.

"Who knows?"

"It’s already late. The last train’s gone."

"I can take a taxi."

"...I’m not paying for it."

I hadn’t planned to ask, but she was cute when she sulked.

"We have to go back to work tomorrow anyway. ...Stay the night."

"Next to you?"

"Yes."

I hadn’t expected such a direct answer.

"I certainly don’t mind."

I carefully offered my cock to her again.

She didn’t avoid it. Instead, she reached out and stroked it almost lovingly.

"...Ed."

"Yes?"

"Are we going to do another role-play?"

"If you want. Is there something else you’d like?"

"Yes."

Another immediate answer.

She normally avoided saying things outright.

Tonight—no, right now—she was unusually direct.

A role-play. What could she want?

"Do that one for me."

"Which one?"

"Lovers."

...What?

I hadn’t misheard, had I?

"Pretend we’re lovers... for me."