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"You're back ..."

While speaking, she also puckered her lips and asked for a kiss. Her voice leaked out from between her lips and teeth. Each word dripped with honey.

Irene could only quickly set down her arm that had been caught before leaning in to kiss the other.

No matter at what time, Lisa's kisses were always sweet. But today, they seemed to carry the taste of alcohol. After kissing for a short while, Irene already felt a bit drunk. When she let go of Lisa, the other was already out of breath. Her face had flushed red too. As she panted, she pushed her chest out so that her pink nipples could reach Irene's mouth. One hand clung onto Irene's shoulder like a girl clinging onto driftwood. Her other hand slid down Irene's back and squeezed into the spot between their two bodies. With great difficulty, she felt around to try and undo Irene's skirt.

Just like she had promised in the contract. She was here to endure Irene's desires. No matter what state she was in, she had to give in, regardless of the time, place, and position.

She had been like this since the very beginning.

Their first time together had also been Lisa's first time ever.

She clearly hadn't known how to do anything, but had been determined to act very experienced. However, after Irene had only entered her a little bit, she had almost passed out from the pain. It was fortunate that Irene had experience. Otherwise, she probably would've needed to directly get driven to the emergency room of the hospital.

Irene was scared of troublesome things. She hated being the one who had to take someone else's virginity. Because of this, she had almost turned around and left.

It was Lisa's luck that she had honestly looked too pitiful while wanting to cry but not daring to. This caused Irene to feel sympathetic. Her humanitarian side was the only reason she hadn't simply left Lisa alone. In the end, she could only kiss and coax the other while looking over her body inch by inch to find her erogenous zones. Carefully, she started stretching the other anew.

When had Lisa ever experienced such a feeling? She had been in a complete daze after being kissed for a bit by Irene and could only limply rest in the other's arms, whimpering. Her answer was good to every question.

Instead, it was Irene who was sweating from exertion.

She had just pushed all the way in. Before she had even started moving, Lisa had already orgasmed with a shriek. Irene hadn't known whether to laugh or cry. She had thought, I really don't know who's serving who.

But Lisa was very sensitive. In bed, she was exceptionally excited and invested. She was also quite thoughtful and learned things quickly. While serving Irene, she was dedicated and hardworking. Not only did she never act arrogant, instead, she practically lowered herself into the dirt; she did whatever she was told to do.

Usually, her face would be flushed red and she would be on the brink of passing out from embarrassment, but she still bore this embarrassment. While gently trembling, she would obediently do extremely humiliating things.

No matter how many times Irene "ate" her, it wasn't enough.

Because of this, Irene no longer found her troublesome. She felt like the other had been personally taught by her, bit by bit. This wasn't bad either. Compared to someone who already had experience, there was something different about Lisa.

In actuality, she was a bit too perfect.

To the point that someone as morally upright as Irene would surprisingly be flooded by dark emotions – ones that couldn't be shared with anyone else – that she herself was disdainful of when she thought of Lisa. She couldn't control her desire to want to force the other into breaking out of her comfort zone.