Profession, Merchant Volume 8 Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Chapter 7 – Bully Girl, IV ※

From my point of view, this hug of mine was a hug without any premise. A hug with only the pure thought of wanting to caress a person.

Of course, I also know that it is different from her point of view.

That for her, because I had a relationship with her in the past but decided to cut it off, to the point of forgetting it completely, it would seem as if I was making up for it.

But from the point of view of the current ‘me’, it wasn’t, although I really don’t know what’s going on.

After all, this beautiful girl, whom I ‘met for the first time’ today, is doing a wonderful service to my cock, which is now free and protruding from the side of her panties by rubbing it with her genitals.

Soon, as if she couldn’t help herself, the girl began to pull her right leg out of her panties until it ended up crumpling over her left knee.

This meant that our genitals were now in direct contact with each other, without the cotton barrier of such clothing.

Then we moved on to the next thing.

From our standing position, which was a little uncomfortable for these situations, she wrapped her arm around my neck, tiptoed a little, and directed my rod between her legs.

Her labia flapped as she wrapped the entire length of my cock in the gap between those legs, tapering from the labia minora to the clitoris, which exuded a delicate texture.

Her crevice, already loosened by love juices, slid sticky over my shaft, sending a fluffy sensation through the depths of my being.

“Hey.”

“What is it?”

I asked in reply, but she didn’t open her mouth.

Instead, she turned around, stuck out her bottom, and lifted up her pleated skirt.

Then she looked back over her shoulder, her face flushed with excitement, and muttered.

“Please…”

I hesitated for a moment.

If I had abandoned this girl previously, I would not have embraced her.

Because even after all the revelations, I still believed in my heart that I wasn’t the type of bastard to leave a woman after laying my hands on her.

In other words, if I’d actually done it, then I must have been put in a situation where I ended up with her against the will of the previous me.

That bothered me a bit.

But this is different now.

Today I am more into this girl than I was before. I am attracted to her and willing to do what she wants.

So I grab her plump little but firm ass in a tight grip and dig my cock into the tightness.

“haaahaaa… mmhh…”

The girl began to breathe heavily, her silky hair in disarray, while I was awed by the tightness of the extremely narrow vaginal opening.

The folds inside were aggressively pressing down on my cock, even though I had loosened her up to the point where obscene watery sounds could be heard echoing around the room.

Still, I think I was smiling.

I could read her body heat and breathing directly from my cock, and it made me very happy.

Yes, I felt very happy to be connected to this girl.

The ‘boundless freedom’ that had made me so anxious before was suddenly gone, just by a single ‘imprisoning shackle’ of connecting my body and heart to hers.

“I’m going to move now.”

“Un.”

After making a nervous noise, I was about to start gently thrusting her,

But suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.

Time froze.

“Oiii. Are you in there? I’m coming in.”

Hearing an old man’s voice, the girl looked towards the door as if she had come to her senses.

“W-Wait a minute!”

The girl panics. I asked the girl immediately.

“Who is it?”

“It’s my father.”

Hm. If so, this is really bad…

On the other hand, isn’t this a good time?

“It’s all right. I’ll say hello.”

“Why are you saying hello?”

“What else? So I can ask for his daughter’s hand, of course.”

You…”

The girl squirms in embarrassment.

“But you can’t do that. He’ll beat you up.”

“I’m prepared for that.”

“No, my father is a martial arts expert and dojo master, and I think you’d die from a single blow.”

W-well, even I wouldn’t like that.

“And if they find out you’re a boy who dresses like that, they’ll know you’re a pervert too.”

“Why are you so sure I’m a pervert?”

No, but she has a point.

Not many parents would willingly nod when a man dressed as a woman asks them to give him their daughter.

“So, for now, I’m going to ask you to pretend to be my friend.”

“Oh. Okay.”

The girl then pulls my cock out of her vagina and adjusts her panties and my clothes.

Then she opens the door.

“What are you doing over there… ah, your friend is here? Why didn’t you say so?”

The man, who seemed to be her father, came out of the door.

He looked smart for a martial arts expert, but he still looked strong and had a good physique.

Meanwhile, I was sitting on the chair, trying to keep my skirt from bulging with my growing cock.

Our eyes met, and I was the first to bow, tilting my head in a girlish way.

“U-un. She’s a friend. So, Dad, what’s going on?”

“No, it’s nothing. I just came back from the dojo. I was just wondering if you were in your room.”

“I see. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

He smiles softly. He’s a pretty tolerant dad, isn’t he?

“Well, it’s fine that you’re here. I’m sorry to have disturbed you and your friend.”

“W-wait a minute.”

Just when I thought the storm had passed, the girl stops her father from leaving.

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