I Need the True Ending to Graduate - Chapter 11

‘It feels like this is where the real beginning starts…’

It was a bit dangerous.

Judging by Evan Bell’s reaction and his expression, it was clear that my talk about authority had offended him.

Even if Evan Bell couldn’t interfere in my private life, I had no choice but to obey his commands in bed.

Therefore, it was all too obvious that the level of humiliating play he would order me to do would increase.

‘Maybe I should have chosen my words more carefully.’

Regretting having provoked him for no reason, my body nevertheless moved diligently in accordance with his command.

My legs, stepping forward on the floor, trembled slightly with tension, yet my heart, anticipating a harsher humiliation play, pounded with excitement.

In a situation where I couldn’t tell whether to feel joy or sorrow, I stood before the side desk. Just as I naturally pulled the chair back to sit down—

“……?”

An utterly bewildering object entered my sight.

“What is this…”

I was so shocked I couldn’t continue speaking. My pupils, fixed on the object, trembled helplessly from side to side.

‘Are my eyes deceiving me?’

Unable to believe it, I blinked, but the object attached to the chair was still there.

‘My god…’

My grip tightened on the back of the chair.

The object attached to the chair was none other than a dildo.

And it was huge and thick.

Had it been any bigger, not only would it have failed to hide under the desk, but the tip of the glans would have poked right through.

Its girth was also so thick that, judging by sight alone, it was comparable to my forearm.

The only fortunate part was that it didn’t have various protrusions designed to poke and stimulate erogenous zones, nor was it shaped in bulging ridges. It was a smooth, straight rod. At the tip was only a slightly rounded shape resembling a glans.

But even with that in mind, it wasn’t an object one could easily insert into the body.

‘I’ll have to sit with this inside me…’

The giant artificial penis was fixed right in the center of the chair, like a mushroom growing out of it. It wasn’t structured so that I could push it aside or sit while avoiding it.

With a deeply troubled look, I turned to Evan Bell. He met my gaze with a completely calm expression.

“Why are you hesitating? Sit down.”

“……”

“You’re not going to disobey my command, are you, Miss Lucia? Because that’s precisely the kind of ‘command’ I have the right to give you.”

I had no rebuttal.

Evan Bell had indeed paid fifteen million gold for exactly this kind of thing, so I was in no position to refuse his command.

However…

“Isn’t this too… big?”

I said it with utter seriousness, without a trace of a smile.

“I really… don’t think it’ll go in.”

“I prepared it in a size that a human can insert. Do I need to help you sit down myself? Even after you’ve taken my money?”

“……”

“No matter how, sit down on your own, Miss Lucia. I paid to see it. And you need to be seated for me to give you your tasks, don’t you think?”

“……”

“While you’re at it, it might be good to recall what you signed in the contract.”

Biting my lip at his words, whether urging or commanding, I knew all too well which part of the contract he wanted me to remember: that I would obey his orders in bed.

I had already taken the money, so I couldn’t just run away.

‘I have no choice but to put it in, somehow…’

He had probably made arrangements so that no one would come looking for his office. That was why he had called me here in the first place.

There was no need to worry about someone seeing me or getting caught.

And though the dildo’s size was terrifying, the act itself was exactly what I had wanted and expected.

Of course, actually doing it in front of a man I had only met twice was a little embarrassing…

‘Humiliation play with a handsome man? Not bad.’

With a shallow sigh, I took off my outerwear and neatly placed it on the chair, then slid my hand under my skirt. One by one, I pulled off my underpants and black stockings.

In the silence, the sound of clothes sliding down my legs and falling to the floor seemed unreasonably loud.

It wasn’t just my imagination. The office was utterly still.

From time to time, I lifted my eyes slightly to glance at Evan Bell, but he only sat at his desk without moving, watching me intently.

Every single one of my actions was being observed, and my heart pounded wildly with nervousness.

My hands shook slightly as I undressed, but I ignored it.

Finally, when my stockings were off and my bare white legs were exposed, Evan Bell’s stare became even more intense.

He must have seen countless women’s legs, with so many eager to marry him, but he gazed at mine as if devouring them.

He stared so intently it felt like his gaze was stabbing me.

“……”

Feigning composure, I kept a blank face as I removed my underwear and placed it neatly in a corner of the office with my stockings and underpants.

It felt awkward having nothing on below, with the cool air flowing between my legs, but since I wasn’t showing him everything directly, I decided not to dwell on it.

Once I was ready to sit on the chair with the dildo, Evan Bell, who had been silently watching me, said indifferently, “You’re not taking off your skirt?”

“I can sit just fine without removing it.”

“……”

“If you want me to, I will. I agreed to follow your commands.”

“You’re standing in front of someone you’ve met only twice, stripping without hesitation. Are you used to this sort of thing, Miss Lucia?”

Of course not.

I was just… a grad student whose thesis had been stolen a week before the defense.

All I wanted was to graduate, return to my original world, and so I was doing my best to raise Evan Bell’s affection through my body.

…And, just a little, I was enjoying it.

I couldn’t exactly explain all of that to one of the capture targets, so I chose to gloss over it.

“You can think of it however you like, Boss.”

“That’s not exactly an answer to my question.”

“……”

“Well, I’ll let it pass for now. There’s plenty of time, and I’ll have more than enough chances to face you again.”

Then he added, “Go on. Continue.”

Evan Bell gestured with his chin at the chair before me. For now, it seemed he had no intention of forcing me to take off my skirt.

“…Understood.”

I calmly answered and dutifully attempted to sit on the chair.

I slightly lifted the back of my skirt that was in the way and lowered my hips as if sitting on an ordinary chair.

The moment I tried to place my hips down, the soft yet firm tip of the dildo touched beneath me.

I carefully reached my hand down to check my state below.

For the moment, my entrance was wet.

All I had done was remove my underwear under Evan Bell’s watch and sit on a chair with a dildo attached, and yet I had no idea when I had become aroused.

But it was undeniable that I was wet.

It was a relief that my skirt covered me, hiding from Evan Bell the fact that I was enjoying his perverse command.

I continued to move my hand to gauge the size of the dildo’s tip.

In sensation, it felt even bigger than it looked.

I groped around the entrance, trying to align it properly and insert it, but perhaps because it was so large and the surface so stiff, it wouldn’t go in at all.

‘I’ll probably need to loosen up down there a little, wet the surface, and slowly ease it in…’

I instinctively looked diagonally at Evan Bell. He wore a face that asked why I was looking at him.

‘So he’s not going to give me lubricant, and I’ll have to manage on my own, is that it?’

No one carried lubricant in their bag, myself included, so I would have to manage with the fluids my body produced.

And to make that happen, I would have to masturbate. Yet right before my eyes, Evan Bell was openly watching me.

In the end, it was no different from him saying he wanted to see me masturbating in front of him.

‘Just how much does he hate that woman?’

I had been paid to be tormented in place of the woman he despised, but I hadn’t expected his hatred to run this deep.

‘Well, if he paid fifteen million gold just to see my shameful state once, then if that’s what Evan Bell wants, I’ll have to give it to him.’

Awkwardly perched on the chair, I shifted my hips back, spread my legs just enough, and positioned myself so the rod touched between the parted folds.

The firm yet flexible dildo bent smoothly.

Gripping the seat of the chair with both hands, I began slowly rubbing myself against the shaft.

The straight, smooth surface brushed against my sensitive spots.

“Hng.”

A shallow moan escaped my lips before I realized it.

Startled by the sound of my own voice, I bit my lips.

Evan Bell’s gaze remained fixed on me, but I didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes. Keeping my gaze lowered to the floor, I continued to move my hips.

“Haa…”

Each movement pressed the smooth rod against my folds and clitoris, creating friction and stimulation.

I shuddered as waves of pleasure slowly washed over me. My face grew hot, my body flushed with a mix of shame and arousal.

My skirt flared slightly as the dildo’s rounded tip repeatedly peeked out and disappeared between the fabric.

It was an even more obscene sight than baring myself completely.

Perhaps it would have been better to just remove the skirt, but I couldn’t say that now.

Besides, Evan Bell had paid to see me like this. I decided to consider it a small service for him.

“Haaah…”

Before long, the area below grew wet, and the fluids that spilled out coated the shaft of the dildo. What had been stiff and resistant now grew slick with lubrication.

Even without pressing hard, my lower body slid naturally along the shaft, like gliding over an icy path.

“Hngh!”

When the glans-shaped tip of the dildo pressed against my clitoris, a burst of pleasure surged through me.

My body trembled, and I briefly arched my back. The sudden intensity left my vision flashing white.

As I caught my breath, waiting for the sensation to subside, my entrance throbbed and twitched as if begging for more stimulation.

‘The pleasure is stronger and clearer than I thought…’

This wasn’t some private, intimate place—it was just an ordinary office.

And right before me was a man watching as I pleasured myself. In the still silence, the only sounds were my moans and the obscene squelching of wet friction.

Perhaps because of the unusual setting, the shame mixed with pleasure heightened my arousal further.

On top of that, my untouched nipples stood erect, pressed tightly against my underwear, giving me faint stimulation.

‘Next time, I hope he does something to my chest too.’

Thinking that, I resumed moving my hips, which had paused for a moment.