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Chapter 553: No Leftovers For The Daughter
I could already feel the storm brewing in her mind, the way she’d twist this into some dramatic, self-righteous narrative—Jack’s corrupting us, he’s playing us, he’s—fucking please. Like she wasn’t the one who’d spread her legs for me first, who’d moaned my name like a prayer when
I had her bent over her desk, her panties torn and discarded on the floor. Like Haruna wasn’t the one who’d watched me with those hungry, jealous eyes, her body trembling every time I so much as looked at her.
Julie’s laugh was dark, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she sank back onto it, her ass swallowing me inch by inch with a filthy, wet sound. "Let her," she purred, her voice dripping with sin, her hips rolling as she took me deeper.
"The more she fights it... the harder she’ll come when she finally breaks." Her cum-drenched thighs pressed against mine, her body trembling with the dirty thrill of it all.
I didn’t just want to remind them who was in charge.
I wanted to ruin them.
I wanted them to ache for me, to beg for me, to hate how much their bodies betrayed them the second I so much as looked their way. I wanted them to lie awake at night, their fingers buried between their thighs, their minds replaying every filthy word, every touch, every moment they’d let themselves need me.
Time to make them remember.
My hand came down hard on Julie’s ass, the sharp crack echoing through the car. "Greedy. Little. Cat," I growled, my fingers sinking into her flesh as she jerked forward with a high, broken whimper.
"Who’s going to drive the fucking car if you keep taking my cock in that used-up ass of yours?" I gripped her hip, my cock still buried deep inside her, and pulled out with a slow, deliberate drag, watching as her hole clung to me, gaping and dripping, her thighs trembling.
"Aaaah—! N-no, don’t—ah!—don’t pull out!"* Julie’s voice was a desperate whine, her body arching back, trying to chase the emptiness I’d left behind.
"I can still take it, I can drive like this—please—" Her fingers clawed at the seat, her ass twitching, her hole fluttering like it was begging to be filled again.
I slapped her ass again, harder this time, the sound sharp and obscene. "You think I’m joking?" My voice was a dark chuckle as she yelped, her body jolting forward. "You’re dripping all over the seat, you filthy slut. Now move before I decide to leave you like this—empty, aching, and covered in my cum."
Julie let out a broken, needy sound, her body trembling as she finally collapsed into the driver’s seat. The car was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, cum, the musky aroma of her arousal.
She cracked the windows, the cool night air rushing in, but it did nothing to clear the filth hanging between us. "Fuck..." she panted, her fingers pressing between her thighs, her ass still throbbing from the slaps. "You bastard... I hate how much I need this..."
I tucked my cock back into my pants, the fabric straining against my still-hard length, my mind already racing ahead. "Good," I murmured, my voice a dark purr. "Because you’re going to beg for it again before the night’s over."
Julie’s laugh was breathless, her fingers still teasing her clit as she adjusted herself in the seat, her thighs glistening with my cum. "I’ll milk you dry," she promised, her voice dripping with sin.
"So my daughter won’t get a single drop of it." Her lips curled into a smirk. "She’s trying to compete with me. Like she even stands a chance."
She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with something feral. "Now tell me, what’s your plan with Haruna and Yuko?"
As Julie drove, the city lights blurring past us, I leaned in, my voice a dark murmur. "Haruna’s jealousy is going to be her downfall," I started, my fingers tracing idle patterns on Julie’s thigh, my thumb pressing just hard enough to make her breath hitch.
"She thinks she’s in control, but she’s already mine—she just doesn’t want to admit it yet," I smirked, watching as Julie’s fingers twitched on the steering wheel. "I’m going to push her until she breaks, until she’s on her knees, begging me to fuck that pretty, jealous mind right out of her."
Julie’s breath hitched, her free hand sliding up my thigh, her fingers teasing the bulge in my pants. "And Yuko?" she asked, her voice thick with lust.
A slow, dark smile curled my lips. "Yuko’s different," I murmured. "She’s innocent—or at least, she thinks she is." My chuckle was low, dangerous.
"She’s the kind of girl who blushes when you call her pretty, but she melts when you call her a slut. I’m going to corrupt her so thoroughly she won’t even remember the girl she used to be." My hand covered Julie’s, pressing her fingers harder against my cock.
"By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be spreading her legs for me, her panties stuffed in my pocket like a good little toy."
Julie’s laugh was filthy, her body arching slightly in the seat, her ass still stinging from my slaps. "Fuck, I love the way you think," she purred, her voice dripping with lust.
Julie’s breath hitched, her body arching into my touch like a cat in heat, her cunt already dripping at the thought of what was coming. "When do we start?" she whispered, her voice raw with need, her fingers trembling against my cock.
I smirked, my grip on her hand tightening, my thumb pressing harder against her clit until she let out a broken whimper. "Oh, Julie..." I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety promise. "We already have." My lips brushed the shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Now drive... before I decide to pull over and fuck that pretty, used-up ass of yours again."
Julie’s thighs clenched, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps, but she didn’t argue. She adjusted herself in the seat, her ass still throbbing from my slaps, and started the car.
The engine roared to life, and she peeled out of the parking spot, her fingers gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I watched as she shifted in her seat, the movement making another thick drop of cum slip from between her thighs, dripping onto the leather beneath her. She didn’t bother wiping it away. She wanted it there. Wanted the reminder of what I’d done to her. What I owned.
The drive to Yuko’s apartment was short, but every second was thick with tension. Julie’s knuckles were white on the wheel, her breath uneven, her body still humming from the way I’d wrecked her.
When we pulled up, she didn’t hesitate. She stepped out of the car, her legs slightly unsteady, and I caught the glint of cum still dripping down her thighs in the dim streetlight. She didn’t bother to hide it. Didn’t bother to wipe it away. She wanted Hannah to see. Wanted her to know.
Julie already knew the plan.
And everything was ready.