I Need the True Ending to Graduate - Chapter 12

“Haa… Hng.”

The moment the wet entrance touched the dildo, faint moans began to flow from between my lips like gentle waves. My once-steady breathing grew ragged again.

Perhaps I had gotten used to such acts already, as my posture and movements were far more natural and bold than the first time. Thanks to that, I could continue pleasuring myself with greater ease.

“Haa… Hh, ngh…”

Before long, my aroused entrance twitched as it spilled fluid, and my stomach began to itch.

It was yearning for penetration.

I slid my hand under my skirt and felt along the inner walls.

My entrance easily swallowed my middle finger. There was no difficulty.

Pressing against the soft flesh sparked a light arousal, but I knew this alone wasn’t enough.

Pulling my finger out, I gripped the dildo with my fluid-slicked hand and slowly pushed it inside.

“Hngh!”

As the glans pushed in, my entrance stretched wide, and my inner walls were pressed and rubbed. A loud moan burst out, incomparable to when I had only been rubbing against it.

With a light climax, my hips jerked, and I quickly stretched my arms forward to brace against the desk. Otherwise, I felt I might collapse.

Even so, I trembled uncontrollably, unable to withstand the surging pleasure. My entire body quivered with excitement.

“Hh, ngh. Haa…”

Panting as the sensation rose up to my throat, I gripped the desk harder. The tips of my toes dug into the floor, tingling.

‘I managed to put it in, but if it goes any deeper, it’ll be dangerous…’

I measured the length of the remaining dildo with one hand.

Despite being drenched in my fluids as if soaked in lubricant, much of the dildo was still left.

If I took it all, it would reach my cervix and more.

As my chest heaved, I glanced at Evan Bell, whom I had avoided looking at in shame throughout my self-pleasuring.

“……”

He said nothing. He simply gazed at me, as though I were a piece of art.

Of course, the emotions flickering in those icy blue eyes were far removed from the awe or joy of viewing art. They brimmed with dark, ominous feelings instead.

It seemed he had no intention of speaking until I was seated properly as he had commanded.

Which meant, only once I sat all the way down would the next part begin.

‘Just what does he plan to make me do?’

Curiosity was one thing, but I couldn’t hover half-seated with only the tip of the dildo inside forever.

‘I have to put it in. Just do it first…’

“Haaagh…!”

The moment I slowly swallowed the dildo deeper, my mind went blank, my thoughts scattering instantly.

Though the smooth shaft had no ridges or protrusions, just stretching me open and pressing within brought waves of ecstasy crashing in, like leaving a window open in a storm. Yet I couldn’t stop inserting it.

And at last, with only a fingertip’s length left outside, I sat down fully, collapsing against the chair back, left only able to gasp hot breaths.

Though I had managed to sit, the thick dildo filling me all the way to my cervix was far from comfortable. Fluids seeped from the junction, soaking the chair unpleasantly.

Even so, I couldn’t believe I had gotten this aroused in front of Evan Bell.

And along with it came a subtle, pleasant sense of satisfaction.

‘What will he make me do next…’

As I thought hazily, Evan Bell finally spoke, as though he had been waiting for this moment.

“Looks like you managed to sit properly. Didn’t I tell you, it’s a size a person can take?”

“……”

It was indeed a size that could fit, but never something I could call reasonable.

There was much I wanted to point out, but I had no energy left to speak, so I answered with silence.

Though Evan Bell clearly understood my thoughts as I looked at him, he feigned ignorance and continued casually, “Now that you’re seated, Miss Lucia, I’ll give you your task.”

As if prepared beforehand, he grabbed a stack of papers from his desk, rose from his seat, and placed them directly on my desk.

Still flushed from the aftereffects of pleasure, I glanced between the documents thrust before me and Evan Bell.

He studied my face for a moment, then suddenly frowned deeply.

Not knowing what had displeased him, I quietly listened as he gave his order.

“These are last month’s transaction ledgers for Bell Restaurant. Check the clients, the amounts, and confirm whether the profits were properly calculated.”

“……?”

Expecting a more obscene command, I blinked in surprise at the sudden, genuine work he handed me.

‘He paid fifteen million gold just to sit me on a chair with a dildo and make me check the ledgers?’

But regardless of my confusion, Evan Bell spoke on, indifferent to my reaction.

“Once you’ve reviewed all the documents placed here, your work for today is finished. You may leave immediately.”

“…Is that really all?”

“Were you hoping for something more?”

His retort was icy.

He stared at me as though I were some lust-driven person obsessed with the bed. As if he had never once watched me almost devour myself with lust while masturbating.

‘This man… he’s impossible to figure out.’

He had gone so far as to prepare a chair with a massive dildo attached and made me sit on it, only to hand me ledgers to review.

‘Shouldn’t he be making me do something more obscene, vulgar, dirty… something like that?’

The play was far more dull and tame than expected, leaving me utterly deflated.

But there was one upside.

‘If it’s like this every time, I’ll raise his affection meter easily.’

I decided to think positively. There was nothing better than doing little work for a lot of money.

Of course, the joy of being ordered to do more humiliating, lewd acts that left me moaning and climaxing was gone, but less labor for more money was every person’s dream.

‘Yes. Let’s just think of it as a dream come true. Even if it’s just a game.’

As I remained silent, Evan Bell asked again, with a slight mocking smile on his lips.

“What exactly were you expecting of me, Miss Lucia?”

“Nothing. I expected nothing. I’ll do as you say, Boss.”

At my reply, he furrowed his brow in clear displeasure, but soon returned to his usual blank expression.

“…Good enough. Then I’ll leave it to you. If you need to calculate, there’s an abacus in the desk drawer. Use it.”

“Yes, understood.”

Handing over the work, Evan Bell strode back to his seat.

And with the same composed face as if he had never just watched me masturbate on a dildo, he picked up his pen and began working.

Though the foreign sensation of the dildo stuffed inside me, pressing against my inner walls, was almost unbearable, I had promised to obey Evan Bell’s orders unconditionally, so I began reviewing the ledgers as well.

Little did I know that before long, I would be moaning again in the silent office, casting desperate glances at the indifferent Evan Bell.

【 Humiliation and Body 】

“Hhngh…!”

As the head of the dildo forced its way into my deepest spot, I cried out, spilling arousal in a gush.

After countless climaxes, the chair was soaked beyond saving.

My lungs felt constricted, as if I couldn’t breathe. My whole body burned hot with pleasure. Even the breaths spilling through my lips were heated.

My hair and clothes had long been disheveled. Sweat drenched my forehead and ran down my back.

For dozens of minutes now, I had been locked in a fierce struggle with the massive dildo.

I had managed to sit with only about a finger’s length left outside.

Though it was too big to take comfortably, there had been no real issue, and the pleasure was heavy but bearable.

So, reviewing the ledgers Evan Bell had handed me had been possible.

But the problem came after.

As time passed, my body sank lower and lower, and the dildo began pressing deeper and deeper inside.

At first, I had managed to resist by tensing my inner walls, but as the climaxes piled up and the shaft grew slicker with fluids, I could no longer hold it back by just pushing against it.

I even tried keeping my legs tense and lifting my hips slightly off the chair as though hovering, leaving some space. But with the frail body of a grad student, I had limits.

In the end, the dildo slipped in effortlessly, spreading me open with no resistance or friction. My cervix was mashed and prodded by the firm glans, as if being crushed.

I could do nothing but abandon the pen and ledgers and writhe in the sensation.

“Hhhk, nghhh…!”

My hips had long since given out, but I strained to lift my body and raise my rear.

The sticky fluid clung like glue between my skin and perineum, only to peel away again.

At the same time, the shaft that had been swallowed to the base slowly withdrew, dragging against my inner walls.

“Haaahh, nghhh…”

The sensation of the pooled fluids running down the shaft as it slipped free sent chills of bliss through me.

Panting heavily, I looked down between my legs.

Knowing I was drenched beyond question, I lifted my skirt up to my waist, and through the gap I saw the dildo and my entrance swallowing it.

The shaft was coated thick with milky fluid, proof of the many orgasms I had reached.

And my hole, stretched to its limit, seemed already broken in by the massive dildo, begging for more.

My cervix, mashed by the glans, seemed to crave the sensation.

‘So that’s why… that’s why he sat me here.’

The realization struck me belatedly.