Bodyjack Office Lady Shindou Yukika Chapter7 (Patreon)

The fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over Shindou Yukika's sweat-slicked skin as she sways unsteadily, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. She leans into my chest, her silver hair emitting a sweet fragrance, the disheveled collar of her suit revealing the deep valley between her breasts—still flushed from my rough treatment.

"Nngh… Senpai… what will you do to me next…?"

Her voice drips like honey, a coy smile playing at the corner of her lips. Her magenta eyes glisten, long lashes fluttering—an expression so ruined it’s hard to believe she was ever the reserved, proper office lady she once was.

"…What do you want me to do?"

At my low murmur, she suddenly brings her thumb to her lips. Her mouth parts, soft and inviting, before—

"Chuu… ♡"

—she slowly, lewdly sucks on it, the wet sound obscenely loud in the empty office. Her tongue flicks teasingly against the pad of my finger, her gaze flickering up at me through her lashes.

"Fufu… Senpai’s fingers… taste so good…"

Her whisper is a sin in itself. Then, with her free hand, she guides my other hand beneath her skirt—where the fabric of her panties is still damp, still hot from earlier.

"I want… Senpai to do everything to me…"

Her hips roll slightly, pressing my palm harder against her. In the office window’s reflection, our figures are unrecognizable—no longer superior and subordinate, but something far more corrupt. The once-pristine new hire has fully embraced her role as my devoted plaything.

(…She’s really fallen, hasn’t she?)

The thought alone sends heat pooling low in my gut. Noticing my reaction, she smiles—sweet, knowing—before taking my thumb back between her lips with another slow, filthy "Chuu… ♡"

"I'll do… anything… ♡"

The clock on the wall ticks past 1 AM.

The night is still young.

And she’s all mine.

"(…Damn, she's gotten too good at this.)"

Yukika's lips envelop my thumb, the fluorescent lights catching the glint of her tongue as it swirls—slow, deliberate, like she's savoring something decadent. Saliva pools at the joints of my fingers, dripping down to my wrist in slick trails.

(That sweet, innocent kouhai… now sucking my fingers like she was made for it—)

Her long lashes flutter occasionally, magenta eyes peering up through them to gauge my reaction. Her cheeks hollow slightly, the apples of them dusted pink. Not a trace of her former purity remains—just a creature of pleasure, molded by my hands.

Every time my fingertip rolls against her tongue, her throat bobs with a soft, audible swallow. The sound echoes in the silent office. Sometimes, her teeth graze my skin, drawing out a muffled "Nngh… ♡"—a sound so sweet it makes my jaw clench.

(She’s sucking so damn earnestly—it’s driving me crazy…)

My other hand, without realizing, has gripped her waist. Even through her suit, the dip of her hourglass figure is unmistakable. When my fingers dig in, she giggles around my thumb—vibrating—before taking me deeper.

(…Who’d believe this is the same diligent Yukika-chan?)

Her reflection in the window glass is a far cry from the "office idol" she once was. Disheveled silver hair, flushed skin, fingers stuffed between those ruined lips—every detail screams how far she’s fallen.

Her tongue flicks teasingly up to the base of my thumb before—"Chuu~ ♡"—she pulls off with a lewd pop. A string of saliva connects us briefly before she licks her lips, satisfied.

(…She’s mine. Completely.)

The thought burns through me, possessive and hungry.

The office hums with silence as I take a deep breath. That line we never crossed—tonight, I decide to step over it.

"…Want to try licking it?"

My low murmur makes Shindou Yukika's magenta eyes widen. Her gaze drops naturally to the bulge in my pants.

For a second, hesitation flickers across her face. To her, untouched until now, this is unexplored territory. But then, her eyes soften, her lips part.

"…If Senpai wants me to, I'd be happy to. ♡"

She sinks to her knees slowly, her skirt pooling around her. Peering up at me through her lashes, her fingers work at my belt. They tremble slightly—but there's no doubt in them.

"Nngh… wow… ♡"

As my pants slide down, her breath catches at the sight of my cock, fully hard. Her eyes sparkle with nervous excitement. A single fingertip reaches out, tracing the tip with featherlight curiosity.

"Aha… it's so warm… I've never seen this part of Senpai before… ♡"

The touch makes my hips twitch. This is my first time, too—being touched by a woman's hands. Her fingers wrap around me, stroking slowly up and down, testing.

"Nnchu… chu~… I wonder if I can do this well… ♡"

Then—her tongue.

A soft, tentative lick.

Electricity shoots up my spine.

Wet. Warm.

This is a woman's tongue.

She laps at me like an inquisitive kitten, exploring, tasting.

"Fufu… Senpai, you twitched… ♡"

Amused, she cups my balls in her other hand, handling me like something precious. When her tongue flicks into the slit, I can't help but groan.

"…Does it feel good?"

Her eyes, gazing up at me, are completely absorbed. She's enjoying this—enjoying me. For a first-timer, she's unnaturally skilled. Maybe the memories from that night—when I possessed her—are guiding her.

"Aha… I want to taste more… ♡"

Her whisper is a promise.

And we both know—this is just the beginning.

"Mmh… chu~… Aha, Senpai's taste is so strong…♡"

Yukika's tongue flicks against the head of my cock, her eyes peeking up at me as she gauges my reaction. Her expression is filled with a sense of superiority, like a child playing with a new toy.

"I never knew Senpai had such a cute spot here… Nnchu…♡"

At her words, my hips move on their own. Unable to resist, I push myself a little deeper into her mouth—

"Nngha!?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but the shock lasts only a moment. Soon, her magenta eyes narrow, a playful glint appearing in them.

"Nngh…! Nn, nhaa…♡"

She moves her head, taking me deeper, all the way to the back of her throat. Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't stop, her tongue wrapping around me, sucking and licking. Drool spills from her lips, dripping down her chin.

"Nngha…! Haa… Senpai, you're so sudden… but…♡"

She pulls away, panting, but immediately takes me back in. This time, she presses her own hand to her head, pushing herself down until her nose brushes against my pubic hair. The tightness of her throat is incredible, almost as if it's a separate creature, writhing around me.

"Ngggh…! Nn, nhaa…♡♡"

Her face is a mess of tears and drool, but she's clearly enjoying herself. Every now and then, she deliberately makes a lewd sound in her throat, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine, my hips jerking on their own.

"Haa… Nn… Senpai, does my throat feel good…?♡"

She pulls away, licking the tip of my cock as she asks, her expression brimming with confidence—as if she's the one in control. Then, without warning, she takes me back in.

"Nngha! Ngggh…!♡"

She swallows me deep, this time of her own will, enjoying the act of deep-throating me. Her throat clenches around me, her tongue working in ways that make it impossible to think.

"Mmgh! Nngh, ngah…!♡"

Yukika's throat tightens around my cock, pushing me to the brink of losing control. Her cheeks are a mess of tears and drool, her magenta eyes glazed over, yet her tongue continues its relentless stimulation of my tip.

"…I'm cumming. Got it? Take it… all in your throat…!"

My voice is hoarse, my hips moving erratically. She narrows her swollen eyes in acknowledgment—then I grip the back of her head and push down hard—

SPUUUURT♡♡ SPHHL-GL-GL-GLK♡ SPL-S-S-SHLLRP♡

Hot release surges into her, striking the back of her throat. A pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt scorches my spine, my vision whitening out. My hips jerk uncontrollably, knees buckling as she milks me with a rhythm of swallows—throat flexing to catch every drop, not letting a single spill escape.

"NGGGHH—!♡♡ Nhaah, nngh…!♡"

Her neck strains as she gulps desperately, tongue sweeping up any excess with obscene slurps, her throat vibrating around me as if begging for more. The sound alone drags additional pulses from my throbbing length, each spurt harder than the last.

S-SPLURT♡ DR-R-RIP…♡

By the time I finally let go, I’m completely drained. Yukika gasps, "Haaah…♡" pulling back with a thick strand of saliva—and something thicker—still connecting her lips to me.

"Nn… chuu… Senpai, it’s so… strong-tasting…♡"

Licking her glistening lips, she peers up at me with drunken eyes. The remnants of her "office idol" persona are gone—only a thoroughly ruined girl remains, cheeks streaked with tears, her mouth glistening.

"…Did you swallow it all?"

She responds with a throaty chuckle, slowly parting her lips to prove it—

"Yes~… See? All clean… Nnfu…♡"

Atop her pink tongue, just one teardrop-sized pearly bead lingers. Dangling precariously before her deft tongue-tip rolls it, catching the office lights with a sinful shimmer.

"Aha… I saved just a little for tasting… Chu~♡"

She laps it up with deliberate slowness, lashes fluttering as her throat bobs with a greedy swallow. There’s pride in her movements, in the way she wipes away the faint traces of me from the corners of her lips with purring contentment.

"I took… every last drop of Senpai… Nngh…♡"

Her face—though undeniably corrupted—smiles sweetly, almost pious in the way she savors devastation.

This is total surrender.

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