The Sex Beast System (The World Of Systems)

Chapter 207: Expert Advice (part-1)

[Beast’s Mind Read Activated!]

“Come on, tell me why are you angry, Anna?” I ask again, worried.

She obviously won’t start answering me all of a sudden, but now I can at least hear her thoughts.

*Hmph, you paid me little to no attention for the last few days, and now you expect me to act all normal? *

Oh, shit… so she’s angry about that.

[Yeah… you won’t get lucky with everyone like you did with Evelyn.]

I should apologize and explain myself. Anna would definitely understand.

“Hey, Anna. I am sorry—”

*I was excited at first*

I stop myself.

She was excited?

*I thought you were ignoring me on purpose. That’s why I was acting all pissed off just now, thinking that you would show me my place and tame me, but that doesn’t seem to be the case…*

Oh.

I take it back. Out of all my women, Anna is arguably the easiest to deal with. She doesn’t need an apology or an explanation. What she needs is…

“I am done coddling you, bitch,” I snarl, doing a complete one-eighty by grabbing her hair and yanking it to make her face me. “You look at me when I talk.”

Anna looks surprised for a second, but then her eyes melt.

*Finally!*

This time, she doesn’t look away, but rather stares at me expectantly.

“You know what I asked earlier. Answer,” I demand.

“And what if I don’t?” She asks provocatively.

*SLAP*

I give her an instant, tight slap across the face. Hard enough to sting but not actually hurt her.

“Then I will slap your pretty face, and keep slapping it until you do. Harder and harder each time,” I tell her with an evil smile.

I can tell from Anna’s shocked expression that she didn’t expect this. Even the last time, when we had sex at the hospital, I never slapped her.

Shit, did I go too far?

*Fuck, that got me wet.*

Phew, I didn’t.

*It’s so tempting to not answer him, but…*

“I-I am angry because you didn’t come to see me for the last few days. It was lonely,” she meekly tells me.

“What about an apology then?” I ask.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

*Let’s not waste time with all of this. Just push me down and take me already!*

“I am asking you to apologize, you dumb bitch,” I say with fake anger.

“M-Me?”

“Yeah, you. How dare you act cold towards me just because I ignored you? I brought you here because I wanted an easy cunt to fuck whenever I want. That’s it. That’s your job. So, do it properly by waiting for me like a good little fuck-toy. I don’t want a needy bitch.”

“I am… I am sorry, sir. I will do just that,” she says. Each and every derogatory word I throw at her sends jolts down her spine, flushing her cheeks and making her pant.  

Of course, I am saying all of this to keep up with the act, but it is making me horny as well.

“Fucking hell, I need to train you properly. There is no way I am letting you ruin my mood every time I come here,” I say exasperatedly.

Anna’s ears perk up. She suddenly looks very excited.

“Yes! Train me, please! I need it!” She grabs my hand as if begging me.

“You do. But what you need more right now is a punishment. And I need a chair.”

She immediately stands up, offering me the chair she was sitting on. But I kick it away.

“Not that one. Get on all fours. Your punishment is to be my chair,” I command her.

…

*A… a chair? He will sit on me? That would be… so humiliating…*

Looking a bit shy, Anna gets down on her hands and knees, straightening her back for me to sit.

“Wow, this is the first chair I have seen wearing clothes. Do chairs usually wear clothes?” I ask, bending down and roughly grabbing her chin.

“N-No, sir, they don’t,” she answers.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Anna stands up again and quickly starts removing her clothes. Her top, skirt, and bra are fine, but when she removes her panties, strings of love juices stretch with it. There’s also a big wet patch there.

She’s clearly enjoying this to the full. And so do I. I am rock hard right now.

Once gloriously naked, she goes down again to become my chair— and I sit down on her back without care, putting all my weight down freely.

“Fuck…!” She cries out a little.

“Too heavy for you? Want me to get up, bitch?” I ask her, half-mockingly and half-seriously. I only want to give her as much as she can take, no more. Her getting actually hurt is the last thing I want.

“No, sir!” But she denies this promptly, panting even harder.

*This pain… is so amazing!*

Nevermind…

Then, let’s get down to business before anything else. The sex part can wait. I need answers first.

“Good, let’s see how long you can last like this. The longer you do, the longer I will fuck you later. But if you drop me too soon, you might not even get to see my dick,” I tell her like a bully.

*Thwak*

Then right after, I smack her bare ass hard, printing my hand there, and making her almost drop me. A shiver of pleasure runs down her whole body.

“No, no… I won’t drop you, sir… no matter what…I want you to… fuck me all day…” She looks back, her eyes brimming with lust and subservience.

“Good girl, but don’t expect me to make it easy for you. I am going to play with your body, and ask you some questions at the same time. If you fail to give proper answers, I will get up, and this will end,” I warn her.

“I understand…”

“So, you are in the police, right?” I ask her, rubbing the spot on her ass that I just hit.

“Yes, I am…” she moans.

“A position of power, but now you are under me, squirming like a pig. How does that feel?” I ask.

“It… it feels bad,” she answers.

*It feels great…! I am a lowly pig!! All yours to do as you please!*

“Good. That makes it more enjoyable for me,” I tell her with a feeling of dominance, more so responding to her thoughts than her words.

Considering what we’re doing right now, it’s a bit difficult to ask the stuff I want—even indirectly — as going completely off topic would lower the intensity of the act. I know it probably won’t work, but let’s try.

“Anyway, you must deal with a lot of criminals every day… with bad people… imagine if one of them abducts me, and then blackmails you to do stuff for them. If you don’t comply, they will kill me. Will you do it?”  I ask, moving my hand to the side and touching her asshole.

“I-I will…” she answers.

“You will do anything they ask?”

“Maybe not… anything…”

*If I am forced to sleep with another man… I can’t… I only belong to you…*

… wait a second!

[Hey, you fucker. Don’t lead this conversation to your cuck fantasies! I will end you and your bloodline!]

Shut up, you know I didn’t mean that! If that happens, I will die from the Poison anyway!

“Nothing sexual,” I quickly clarify, dropping the idea of not going off topic. “But what if they give you a very suspicious object, and ask you to deliver it to a certain place? What will you do about it?”