Bodyjack Office Lady Shindou Yukika Chapter9 (End) (Patreon)

"…Senpai, please… take me again today…"

In the corner of the office, Shirayuki Kando whispered softly, her fingers gently grasping my hand and guiding it to slide along her inner thigh. Her fingertips felt hot and slightly damp with sweat.

"…How would you like me… to resist? ♡" Her voice was sweet, brushing against my ear like she was sharing a secret. Her long eyelashes fluttered nervously as she kept her eyes downcast, lifting the hem of her skirt to bare her pale skin.

"How about… today's scenario is… you caught me embezzling… and now you're blackmailing me… raping me…? ♡"

Her lips trembled, cheeks flushing red as her fingers pulled my hand deeper between her thighs. Beneath the skirt, her skin burned hot, damp against my touch.

"I… I messed with last month's account records… the money doesn't add up anymore…" Her voice shook, tears welling in her eyes—her expression so convincing, like she'd truly committed the crime. But those eyes gleamed with anticipation.

"So… I'm begging you, Senpai… use my weakness against me… rape me… please… ♡"

Her hand pressed mine firmly against her crotch. Under her skirt, the fabric was already soaked through, burning hot.

"It's all… my fault… so go ahead… ruin me… ♡"

Her breath was hot and sweet against my ear, the words an obvious lie. We'd invented this game, made up a sin just for the thrill of it.

"…Fine. Then I’ll make you atone for your crimes properly."

My hand slipped beneath her skirt. She gasped softly—"Ah… ♡"—her eyes fluttering shut as her whole body shivered.

"Oh… oh no… my sins… they're all… being exposed… ♡"

Her voice trembled with unmistakable pleasure. And just like that, we'd begun another deeply sinful game.

"…You know what happens…if you disobey…right?"

My low growl rumbled against Yukika’s ear. She shivered, nodding slightly as her fingers tightened on the hem of her skirt.

"T-terrible…how dare you—ah!—record something like this…"

Her tearful protest was undercut by how quickly she hiked up the fabric—too practiced, too willing. Black stockings stretched over plush thighs, the thin lace of lavender panties already revealing too much. Even as she pretended to resist, her fingers eagerly pinned the skirt in place for me.

"Ah…s-stop looking, you…pervert…!"

She bit her lip and turned her face away, but her eyes sparkled with wicked glee.

The second my fingertip grazed the soaked edge of her lace—

"Nnh…! D-don’t…ohh…♡"

—her words dissolved into a thready moan, her hips shuddering hard. Even through the stockings, I could see the swollen outline of her folds, the fabric clinging obscenely to every slick crease.

"Look at that. Your filthy little pussy’s on full display."

At my whisper, she let out a broken whimper—

"Mmh…nn…don’t stare at my…c-cunt…♡"

—voice dripping with lust while arched her hips higher, shamelessly offering herself. The act of resistance was laughable now.

My breath turned ragged. I hadn't even touched her yet, but the sight alone flooded my brain—prim in her office attire from the waist up, waist-down utterly ruined. Dark stockings framing that sheer violet lace, the swollen glisten of her folds pressing against it.

"Fuck… Christ. You’re soaked, aren’t you?"

The words came out strangled. Yukika kept up her little "struggle," but it was pointless. The sweet musk under the stockings, the sheen of sweat along her trembling thighs, the way her knees twitched—every detail screamed how badly her body ached to be ruined.

"Eek…! Wh-what are you…I’d never want this…ahhn♡"

Even as she lied, her hips lifted greedily. Toes curling, the lace bit deeper into her puffy lips, outlines turning translucent under all that slickness.

(Holy shit… She’s fucking dripping. Begging for it.)

I swallowed hard. Playing victim while dripping for me, her cunt clenching—empty, hungry—around nothing. Just lifting her skirt had her this wrecked, her walls fluttering like she was already being split open—

The office’s cold air brushed against Yukika's exposed skin. Her pulse raced wildly under my fingers gripping her wrist—like a trapped little animal.

"…Do you really hate this? Your body seems honest, at least."

My thumb pressed against the soaked lace of her panties through her black stockings. A lewd squelch clung to my fingertips.

"Ahn—! N-not there…!"

Yukika gasped, her breath hot and frantic—fake resistance, real arousal. Her chest heaved under her suit, her flushed skin peeking out from the half-unbuttoned blouse. No, she was genuinely turned on—every involuntary reaction proved it.

(…Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched.)

I clicked my tongue, throat dry. The way her body betrayed her—shame and pleasure twisting together—was irresistible. This contradiction multiplied the depravity tenfold. Her eyes, despite the "victim" act, were already glazed with want.

"Too late to hide now. Look."

My fingers dragged the lace aside. A wet shlick echoed as the shape of her glistening folds pressed obscenely against the stockings.

"Nn—! ♡ Ah… ah! D-don’t shoooow me…!"

She twisted her face away, but her trembling body told the truth. Between the sheer fabric, her slickness gleamed, threatening to drip.

(This girl’s too damn lewd…)

Her mouth whimpered about resisting, but her body obeyed only pleasure—that gap obsessed me. Yukika’s hips canted subtly toward my touch, already too far gone for pretend fear.

Her cunt, swollen and dripping, didn’t care about the blackmail ruse anymore—just need. She was made to be ravaged.

"I-I told you to stooop…! T-this is… a serious crime, you know…? Nngh…♡"

Yukika's voice trembled—fake panic, real shuddering need. My fingers pressed harder against the soaked lace through her stockings, and her hips jolted involuntarily. She covered her mouth with her suit sleeve, but the glint of wetness in the corners of her eyes betrayed her.

"Ahh! I'll—I'll really call the police… hah…♡"

Empty threats, even as she spread her thighs wider for me. The sheer nylon made a lewd, squelching noise, her slickness staining the fabric darker by the second.

"Hahh… N-no, don't… it's nasty there… don't toouch… nyaa-♡!"

I traced the seam of her panties, dragging my fingers along the swollen shape of her folds through the lace. She grabbed my wrist—too weak to be called resistance, just a half-assed act to pretend she wasn't putting my fingers exactly where she wanted them.

"Nggh?! Ah, ahhn… doing this… at work…♡"

Complaining whilst grinding into my touch. Even through the fabric, I could feel how puffed up and fever-hot her lips were.

"Look at that… You're soaked, aren't you?"

"Eeek…! N-not—hic—it’s fear… just… shaking… ahhh…♡"

A lie undone by the arousal stringing wetly between her legs—between my fingers. Under the office lights, the sheer nylon at her crotch was glazed with proof.

"A crime, you say? Then why’s your pussy clenching like this?"

I circled firmly, pressing just where she was swollen—

"Nh-aaa!? ♡ Aaah—th-that's not… my fault— -haah!-♡”

Her hips bucked hard—too real for an act now. The hem of her skirt rode up, revealing trembling thighs and the soaked mess of her panties beneath.

"Ahh… I'm… really telling you… st-stop meanwhilespreading wider for me—♡"

Even her words betrayed her—lifting her skirt higher, adjusting the torn stocking so I could slip under. The "It's a crime" line wasn’t protest anymore… just fuel for how filthy she wanted this.

"Nnghaa~! Ahh, s-stop…♡ Senpai's fingers—too st-strong…♡"

Yukika's body jerked violently as her suit jacket slid off her shoulders. My ruthless fingers tore the black stockings with a wet rip, plunging straight into her swollen, dripping folds—no more barriers left.

"I-I'm gonna—! R-really… nooo—I'm c-cummiing~…! ♡♡"

Pearl-like beads of sweat rolled down her neck, her disheveled hair clinging to her forehead. No act left. Just pure, broken pleasure taking over as my fingers ruthlessly grilled her clit—

"See? I know all your weak spots… Cum."

"NGHAH—!! A-AHHH—CU—CUMMMIIING~!♡♡♡"

Her hips launched off the chair—a sudden splat! as her juices shot out, splattering across the desk—

"S-splash!?"

With enough force to ruin the paperwork underneath, the squirt hit hard, her body arching obscenely, toes curling as she gushed onto the floor.

"Aaahhh~…♡ S-Senpai… I-I lost~♡ You made me cum~…♡"

Eyes wet, legs twitching helplessly, her thighs and skirt drenched beyond repair.

Completely.

Utterly.

Ruined.

"Hahh… hahh… Y-you think… I'll give up that ~eas~y~?♡"

Biting her lip with a coquettish glance upwards, she was the perfect embodiment of a woman who turned even defeat into pleasure. Though her voice trembled slightly, her fingers worked with practiced efficiency undoing my belt. Her skirt was still hiked up, and through the tear in her stockings, her slick arousal gleamed. The word crime had lost all meaning—nothing more than a fond mantra to excite herself now.

"Aah… Senpai, seriously—forcing me to do s-something like this… ♡"

But her hands never stopped, already yanking my pants down without hesitation. The old Yukika would have never dared to even think such a thing. Yet ever since that possession —ever since that night —this prim office lady had been utterly reborn.

"T-this is… so mean… I'm resisting, okay…? But you're… forcing me… ♡"

A lie. She was fabricating excuses for herself as she eagerly gripped my cock, guiding it toward her soaking entrance. Her eyes had fully surrendered to lust, her tongue tracing her bottom lip with lewd anticipation.

"Nnh…! Ah, ahhn… I-It's going i~n~♡"

The moment she sank down—clenching around the tip—the mask slipped, just for an instant.

"That night… when you used my body to feel everything… this time, I want to feel too."

And with that breathless whisper—she dropped down, taking me to the hilt in one slow, sinful stroke. Her body twitched around me, tightening reflexively—

Overwhelmed.

Perfect.

Hers.

The rapid slap of flesh filled the office as Yukika rode me with reckless abandon—still in her disheveled suit, the picture of professionalism above, utter sin below.

"Nngha~! Hahh…♡"

Her moans were loud, unfiltered, a mix of fabricated shame and raw hunger.

"Mmmph… I… wasn’t this kind of woman… before… -haaah!-♡"

There was a flicker of truth in it. She hadn't been like this. Not until—

"It’s… all your fault… you… ruined me…♡"

Her hips jerked faster, the lewd squelches betraying just how wet she was. Her thighs shook, her panties torn and useless, slipping lower as she arched into each rough, deep stroke.

"F-Fuck… Y-You're—not even a condom… raw… inside me…♡"

But she didn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

The presentation was laughable—playing the reluctant victim, yet grinding down with cock-drunk desperation, her body slick with sweat, her pussy clenching eagerly around every inch.

"If… t-the company finds out… I’ll get… fired… ha-ah!-♡"

A moan escaped as she bottomed out, her cervix kissing my tip. She gasped, spine curving—lost in it.

"You were done the moment you faked those records."

Her pace only sped up at my taunt.

"Nnghh~! I-I didn’t… do anyth—ahhn!—anything…♡"

But her pussy squeezed greedily, soaked and shameless, her hips pistoning in denial even as her juices dripped onto the ruined paperwork below.

"Look at this… So fucking happy."

"N-nooo… D-Don't say th—mmph!-♡"

Her hands pawed at her breasts desperately, her blouse undone down to the flushed curve of her chest, lace bra peeking through.

"P-Please… Senpai… Not inside… Don't… cum inside… nngh!-♡"

A lie—her thrusts grew frenzied, dragging herself down harder, rubbing her desperate little cervix against me.

"I… c-can’t get… pregnant… AAHN~!?-♡"

Her voice broke as she faltered, the act crumbling under pleasure too intense to fake.

"Then why are you fucking yourself on me like this?"

I dragged her down harder. Deeper.

Her back arched.

Her toes curled.

*Her cunt pulsed.*

"NGH—?! H-Haaaaa~♡!"

Dripping. Drooling.

Messy.

"Nn… m-more… I… I’ll break…♡"

Her reflection in the office window showed not a victim, but a cock-crazed slut rearing for wrecking.

And then—

Tight.

Tighter.

"Ah—! I-I'm… coming—GAHH~!♡♡"

Her body locked up, legs shaking as a fresh surge of slick coated me.

"Haaaah… hah… I… can't…♡"

Finally collapsing against me, her breath was hot, her voice dazed.

But I wasn't done.

"…You're not stopping now, right?"

She giggled, breathless, already lifting herself again.

"Mmm… Of course not…♡"

"I’m such a bad girl…"

And she rode harder.

Because I hadn't filled her yet.

And she wouldn't stop until I did.

Yukika's movements grew erratic, her breathing shallow and rapid. Her dress shirt clung to her skin with sweat, and her lips shone slick with saliva.

"Ah… I can't… I'm at my limit… Senpai, are you gonna cum too…? Haaah~…♡"

Her fingers dug into my chest, long lashes fluttering wildly. Deep inside, her pussy burned hot—her cervix rubbing shamelessly against the head of my cock, demanding more.

"P-Please… O-Outside… Just… don't come inside…♡"

Yet even as she begged (or pretended to), her hips moved deeper, more desperate, as if her womb itself was begging to be filled.

My grip on her waist tightened. "Fuck… Your pussy's squeezing like crazy… You want it this bad?"

"Eek…! N-No way… I really don't… AH!? ♡"

The moment she denied it, I slammed her down impossibly hard, my cock driving straight into her deepest spot. Her eyes snapped wide, mouth dropping open in a silent scream.

"NNGHA—! A-Ah…! T-There… it’s so deep…! ♡"

No acting left—just pure, unfiltered ecstasy twisting her expression. Her breasts bounced wildly, her usually neat blonde hair now disheveled, stuck to her skin with sweat.

"Look at this… your fucking womb is sucking me in… It's begging for my cum."

"Mmn… N-No… I’ll get… pregnant… AhH! ♡"

Her hips convulsed, fluttering around me, gripping so tight it hurt. Her nails clawed into my shirt, drool and tears mixing as they dripped from her chin.

"Hnn…! I… I'm gonna lose it… Senpai… Together…♡"

That plea was all it took. With one last brutal thrust—

"Tch…! Here it comes… all of it—"

"AH—!? AHHHHHH~!! ♡♡♡"

A flood of heat pulsed straight into her core. Her body snapped back, skirt fluttering wildly as her pussy wrenched tight—milking every drop, unwilling to let even a trickle escape.

Filled.

Claimed.

Done.

…Until the next excuse she dreamed up.

"Glurg… Squelch…♡"

Wave after wave—her hungry womb gulped it all down. One hand pressing against her lower belly, Yukika shivered as she felt the thick, scalding load spreading inside her.

"Nngha…! Ah… ahh… it’s… filling me… deep… so warm…♡"

Her voice was pure melted sugar, every shred of "resistance" long gone. In the office window’s reflection, her expression was undeniably breed-hazed, lips curved in drowsy satisfaction.

"Haaah… haaah… Senpai’s… all inside me now…♡"

A subtle grind—squeezing out every drop like her body refused to waste it. Instinct, not pretense.

Then—a smirk.

"…Ah… about that 'falsified data'…"

Eyes lidded, fingers tracing her swollen belly, she admitted the game with a giggle.

"…It was all fake.♡"

The look on her face was both sinful and innocent, dangling the truth between them—this had never been blackmail. Just her, him, and the filth they both craved.

"Mnnh…! Aah… even p-pulling out… feels so good…♡"

Her voice was syrupy as she lifted her hips, thighs trembling while the thick length of my cock slid from her clenching walls. Each ridge, each pulse of her insides wringing the last remnants of pleasure, chasing the final drop.

"Shhluck~! Ahhh… haah…!♡"

A lewd string of creamy white stretched between us as she finally let go. Eyes locked onto it, teeth grazing her bottom lip—

"Aha… watching you… leave* me… hnn~♡"

No more "blackmailed office lady." Just a woman ruined by pleasure, her legs still folded in shameless sprawl, panties wrecked, suit still buttoned up like she hadn't just taken a breeding.

Playtime was over.

But surrender?

Never.

She’d just come up with another excuse to be wrecked again tomorrow.

(End)

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