The Sex Beast System (The World Of Systems)

Chapter 208: Expert Advice (Part-2)

“Suspicious object?” Anna frowns.

*I thought the question would be more… kinky.*

…

Well, that’s the best I can do.

Anna takes a few seconds to think, clearing her mind before speaking.  

“Well, it depends on numerous factors… like, what is the suspicious object, and where is the place it needs to be delivered.”

“What if you have no clue?” I ask.

“Then I will get some clue,” she says as if that’s non-negotiable. “The object itself would be left with the forensics department… they will figure out what it is. As for the delivery location, I will send a team to assess it in advance.”

“And what if you have limited time to complete the task— not enough to get help or do any investigation?” I add, somewhat mirroring this in my current situation.

At the same time, I lower my fingers further, moving them down from her asshole to her slick, hairless pussy. I am purposely being slow and gentle with my touch to make her squirm.

“Put it in…! Your fingers! Please!” She moans.

“I will do what I want. Focus on answering me!”

*Thwak* *Thwak*

I spank her again a couple of times, making her ass-cheeks gain more color, before returning to caressing her pussy— still not giving her what she wants.

I can see Anna’s fists all balled up. She is feeling pain, pleasure, and frustration all at once. And on top of that, she also has to answer my random-ass questions.

She may soon have a sensory overload.

“If… If… If I don’t have time even to do that,” she says, beating heavily. “Then the situation would get pretty… serious. The object and the criminal’s intention could be anything…

“It could be smuggling of illegal contraband… which could lead to a lot of trouble…”

Smuggling, huh? The academy is pretty important and well protected… but it’s just a metal sphere. Why would the thief, Saria or anyone else, want to smuggle something so simple inside the academy?

I would understand if it was drugs, leaked test papers, or some shit like that…

“It could also be an act of terrorism… the object could be a… signal jammer, a surveillance device that can steal sensitive information… or an explosive…”

…

Holy…

Anna goes on to list a few other objectives the criminal could potentially have, but my mind is stuck here (also, the rest sound comparatively insignificant to pay much attention to).

This should have obviously crossed my mind earlier, but I don’t know why it didn’t. Thankfully, I came here, and Anna mentioned it!

From the outside, the metal sphere might look simple, but I don’t know what’s in it. It may be small and appear harmless, but that doesn’t mean jack shit when magic could be involved.

As a human, I am not used to factoring this in often. But I should learn to do so.

Anyhow, it would be a bit of a stretch to blankly label this potential thing as an act of terrorism.

Saria may be a mean, sore loser of a bitch, but she is no terrorist. Even if it’s not Saria, considering the first two tasks I was given, the person behind it seems more like a petty, money-hungry grub.

So, something like a signal jammer (or the magical equivalent of it), or a surveillance device seems unlikely. Especially considering that I wasn’t instructed to place it anywhere discreet.

But it being an explosive… I can somehow see that being the case.

[Are you for real? An explosive seems more likely than the rest, and yet you say that the thief is not a terrorist?]

Oh, I don’t think it would be anything big! A firecracker is also an explosion!

Even in my school, there have been tons of cases of students smuggling loud firecrackers inside the school to cause a ruckus. It was pretty annoying for the teachers, but all the students had a good time laughing and talking about it.

Maybe the thief wants to do the same and annoy the teachers at the academy? Saria could want that as an outlet for her anger and frustration.

[Eh… that’s too simple a reason. The efforts involved to get you to do this are far greater than the outcome that that would achieve.]

Makes sense…

[But you know what this could be? A distraction. An explosion would serve as a good way to cause that. Maybe the thief wants to steal something at the academy this time?]

Ohh!

You might be on to something!

Maybe it’s because my attempt at the painting failed so disastrously that the thief wants to do the stealing part themself this time!

Even if the metal ball is not an explosive, I bet it is something that would cause a distraction to make the stealing part easier!

Pink, that was smart of you!

[Hehe, Anna’s suggestions helped. You should thank her for it!]

True. I also feel bad for not giving her my undivided attention. We can discuss the rest later.

“… it would be too dangerous to proceed… the potential loss of lives… the dilemma… I don’t know what I would do…” Anna says, sounding exhausted.

She is trembling now. Her elbows are slightly buckled, and her back is arched down — barely supporting my weight. But despite this, she is not protesting at all. In fact, her pussy is flooding, and there is a masochistic look on her face. She is enjoying this.

“Never mind,” I tell her, moving on. “So, what were you saying right before I spanked you?”

“I-I was asking you to… put your finger inside…” She answers, gasping.

“Inside what?”

“…my pussy!”

“Oh, were you?”

I brush my fingers up against her labia before gently circling them around her clit. Then, I lower them again to press against her hole, just enough to dig in a little but not actually penetrate. I also make sure that I don’t accidentally pleasure her enough to lead to a climax.

*Fuckk…! This is torture! I love it, but I cannot take it anymore! I need to cum!*

“Beg me for it!” I say evilly, listening to her thoughts full of frustration.

I have no plans to actually grant her wish, even if she begs me for it. It’s quite fun to mess with her like this and see her reaction. I will do it until I am satisfied before giving her the sweet release.

*…*

Anna slowly turns her head to look me in the eyes. There is a strange smirk on her face. Just as I expect to start hearing her pleading, her next words surprise me.

“No, I won’t.”

“…? What did you say?”

Maybe I heard her wrong.

“I said I won’t beg you. In fact…”

She bends down and rolls away— leaving nothing under my butt to sit on. It’s all thanks to my quick reflexes and new strength that I manage not to fall stupidly.

“Hey! What are you doing!?” I ask angrily.

“It was getting tiring,” she says with a shrug, folding her hands under her ample bare breasts. Her face is still red and carrying that smirk.

“I don’t care! I need my chair! Get down!” I command her.

Of course, I care. This is just to figure out if the play is still going on or not. If she refuses again or tells me that she was actually uncomfortable, I will skip this part.

“I don’t think I will,” Anna says defiantly.

…

Okay then… I guess we are skipping this. Or are we ending the whole thing?

A little confused over her sudden out of character behavior, I decide to ask her this question directly.

“So, what are we—”

But she doesn’t let me finish. Interrupting me.

“Because I just decided that I need to show you another side of mine. My dominant side. We will be reversing our roles.”

…

I have a sudden flashback of when I used my Fetish Finder skill on her.

Oh, hell naw!!!