Extra R18 TIS 297. 22 Wild Dom Play: Perverted Drunk Boss (2)

Extra R18 TIS 297. 22 Wild Dom Play: Perverted Drunk Boss (2)

I arrived at the waiting room to find Pearl, her face a mask of confusion and disbelief. "Where's your priestess?" she asked. The chattering sound of my women was in the background. The play was almost finished so most of them used the opportunity to chat or relax around.

"I K.O-ed her on the bed so I took the opportunity to escape here," I said casually as I plopped myself on the couch. A satisfied smile on my lips.

"You K.O-ed her?" asked Pearl in a cringe. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Yep," I replied with a big grin on my face, proudly.

"How much did you do it with her?" asked Pearl in curiosity, leaning toward me.

"Four," I admitted. "Well, one of them was just a blow job. And the other two are just quickies, so that's barely called sex,” I responded with a shrug. As I spoke, I picked up another bottle and pour half of it into my glass to finish it at once. The wine was dark and sweet. A shudder went through my body as I thought about Diamond's scarlet lips wrapped around my shaft.

Pearl's eyes widened in utter surprise, her disbelief evident in the way her eyebrows shot up. "Four times? You fucked her four times after all this play?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity, leaning in closer to me as if to hear every detail.

I couldn't help but let out a weary sigh, knowing that my actions might be difficult for Pearl to comprehend. "Yeah," I admitted. “I mean, that’s normal,” I said.

Pearl shook her head, her expression a mix of concern and disapproval. “You are crazy…” she muttered.

I grinned innocently and put down the glass. "Let's continue the game. It's almost dawn,” I reminded her.

Leaning toward the table, my finger pressed the device. The cards danced and twirled, their edges brushing against each other in a hypnotic rhythm. Clicks and whirrs filled the air. It was a performance in its own right.

Finally, the shuffler slowed to a gentle halt, and I reached out, plucking a single card from the deck.

“You are a perverted boss. One night, when you are drunk, you ask your intern to meet you at your office. Seeing her, you can't hold yourself back anymore. Your office is room 1042,” I read out loud.

"This sounds like sex abuse," I commented, my words carrying a weight that seemed to hang heavily in the air. My hand put the card on the table.

Olivia, seated on Pearl's side, was quick to respond, her voice edged with frustration. "It sounds like a mistake. What idiot goes to his own office after getting drunk? He should have gone to his house," she interjected, her eyes narrowing with disapproval.

Celia chimed in, her tone unyielding. "And what idiot would want to be in a room with a perverted drunk?" she remarked, her disdain for the hypothetical situation palpable.

Feeling compelled to offer a counterpoint, I spoke up, my voice measured and calm. "He is her boss. She has no other choice," I commented.

Celia broke the silence first. "What a cliché problem," she chimed with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, her eyes scanning the array of cards laid out before us.

Pearl couldn't resist adding her own colorful commentary. "What a pathetic bastard," she quipped, her disdain evident in the curl of her lips.

I raised an eyebrow at Pearl's reaction, a touch of amusement tugging at the corners of my mouth. "It's your card, Pearl. Why are you complaining?" I retorted, my frown betraying the mild scolding I couldn't help but give. With a slight smirk, I reached out and pressed the button on the shuffler once more, eager to unveil the next narrative.

As the cards were set into motion, the room seemed to buzz with electric energy. The screen came to life, displaying a rapid succession of names. My heart skipped a beat when it finally settled on a name that caught my attention—"Yuffy."

"So, I have to act like a virgin then?" Yuffy asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she sought to grasp the implications of the card.

Pearl responded without hesitation. "Yup," she answered, her tone matter-of-fact as she confirmed Yuffy's role.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Pearl's unflinching response. Her bluntness was characteristic of her personality. I glanced at her, seeking to understand her perspective better.

"Pearl... you surely like non-consensual role play, huh?" I commented, my voice tinged with a mix of amusement and curiosity, as I observed her reaction to the situation.

Pearl's lips curled into a sly grin as she met my gaze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, you know me better than that," she replied, her tone teasing. "It's not about non-consensual play; it's about slipping into a role that fits the narrative. We need to create a convincing illusion to pull this off."

"Besides, it's only a role play, so just enjoy it," Pearl said with a dismissive wave of her hand, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

I took a deep breath. "So..." I began, my voice steady despite the uncertainty that gnawed at me. I extended my hand towards Pearl, my fingers outstretched. "Where's the key?" I asked, my eyes locking onto hers in an unspoken plea for guidance.

Pearl handed me the card key. "Just wait there," she instructed, her eyes flickering with determination as she glanced at Yuffy. "I shouldn't take long to prepare," she added.

Yuffy nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had her Demon’s Clothes skill so she should be ready in no time.

"I'll be ready," she said, her voice steady, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Okay. Don’t make me wait for too long,” I said. With the key clutched tightly in my hand, I stood from my seat and went out to the exit.