I Need the True Ending to Graduate - Chapter 13

Even after taking it all in, a bit of the massive dildo still remained outside, and with my weight pressing down, the depths of my flesh would inevitably be pried open.

As I shifted my position to sit, the blunt glans pressed again and again against my cervix, gradually making my body accustomed to it.

So that even when the overwhelming object hammered upward against my womb, I would still feel it.

‘Ah, this crazy bastard…’

No wonder he had gone through the trouble of preparing such a chair and then casually handed me simple tasks—there was a reason behind it.

I cursed him inwardly, but at the same time, I was genuinely delighted.

I had never expected him to attempt to train me this way, which only made it more intoxicating.

And yet, the man who had put me in this state was focused entirely on his work, not even sparing me a glance. The office was filled with obscene moans, but he didn’t look once.

I looked at the cold profile of Evan Bell and let out a faint laugh.

The behavior of Evan Bell, which until a moment ago I had found unfathomable, now felt like a peculiar kind of pleasure.

Whether Evan Bell saw my lewd, humiliating state or not was entirely up to him. What thrilled and excited me unbearably was the fact that I had to writhe in a flood of ecstasy, doing as he commanded, regardless of whether he watched or not.

Like a broken television with no one watching, like an actor performing on a stage without an audience.

That misery only heightened my sense of shame, and at the same time, it gave me joy.

‘Truly a crazy bastard…’

I muttered inwardly in admiration.

My legs began trembling. There was a limit to how long I could endure in this awkward posture, neither fully sitting nor standing.

Of course, the only option left for me was to sit down again.

I bit my lip hard. I planned to lower myself onto it as slowly and carefully as possible.

But my small plan failed.

In an instant, the strength drained from my legs and I collapsed onto it.

“Hhhngh…!”

Soaked with arousal, the slippery dildo slid in without any resistance, piercing straight into the deepest place.

An uncontrollable wave of pleasure shot from my tailbone to the crown of my head, and before I could even react, I was thrown into climax.

My opening clenched around the massive shaft, then suddenly released a spurt of clear liquid.

In the quiet office, the lewd sound of water splattering onto the floor echoed loudly.

“Hhhngh, uh, hhhngh.”

Leaning against the chair back like a discarded shell, I panted heavily. Whether from shame or arousal, my body burned hot.

My walls, sensitive and pressed after being swollen with blood, twitched continuously, and my groin was drenched, with fluids streaming down my bare thighs.

And still, Evan Bell calmly moved his pen and read the documents before him, as if nothing had happened.

Then suddenly, and yet so naturally, I felt drawn to his cold face.

I was in a state of repeated climax and excitement, and the only other person in the room was Evan Bell.

Therefore, it was almost inevitable that I would feel aroused while gazing at his cold yet perfectly handsome face.

‘Instead of this fake, I wish it were Evan Bell’s inside me…’

Thinking so, I slowly straightened my body. One hand braced the chair, the other pressed against the desk as I began to move my hips.

I imagined the thing attached to the chair was his.

“Hhhngh, ah, mmmh… Hhhngh!”

Thud, thud. The tip of the imitation cock steadily tapped against my cervix. Each time, my spine tingled and arched involuntarily.

My vision blurred with pleasure, but my eyes stayed fixed on Evan Bell, sitting diagonally across.

If Jeran Ennessy had the gentle, intellectual look of someone descended from heaven, then Evan Bell had the face of a statue come to life, one that knew no emotion.

Cold and hard as marble, with sharp, chiseled features.

His blue eyes, busy scanning the paper, gleamed sharp as blades, and his firmly shut lips looked stubborn.

Even if he embraced me, I doubted he’d say anything kind.

‘Do you enjoy being thrusted like this?’

Perhaps he would sneer down at me with scornful, hateful eyes, brows furrowed deeply, and whisper those words.

Or perhaps he wouldn’t say a word at all.

Perhaps he would simply use me without feeling, like a man with spare time, unwilling to leave something he had paid for unused, only to disappear afterward with that cold face.

That seemed closer to the Evan Bell I imagined.

With that indifferent expression, with eyes suppressing hate and anger, he would look at me as he pounded roughly, without the slightest mercy, ramming into my walls however he pleased.

As my thoughts reached that point, my hips moved faster. Along with squelching obscene sounds, the pleasure surged uncontrollably, and the cries spilling from between my lips grew louder.

“Hhhngh, uh, ahh, n-no… Ah, ah…!”

The climax hit me in an instant.

But I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting my hips.

The numbers on the ledger no longer mattered.

Whether Evan Bell watched or not didn’t matter at all.

I focused only on the deep ecstasy and rapture consuming me.

With each climax, it felt like the blood in my veins boiled. Below, water flowed without end, drenching the chair, the dildo attached to it, and my thighs.

“Hhhngh, haa… Hhhngh…”

How much time had passed?

After countless climaxes, I was left panting heavily, my opening barely twitching, when suddenly a shadow fell over me.

I slowly lifted my eyes to look up at the man standing before me.

“……”

Evan Bell, who until now had sat at his desk ignoring me, was standing there. His face looked distinctly displeased.

A tense silence filled the air, and a strand of arousal fluid trailed down between my legs.

Through blurred vision, I blinked slowly and waited for him to speak.

Evan Bell’s eyes moved over my flushed cheeks, my lips parting with hot breaths, my disheveled hair, and my hazy gaze.

Strangely, he didn’t spare a glance for my exposed parts or the chair soaked with my fluids. He looked only at my face.

Just as my pleasure-dazed mind barely registered that fact, Evan Bell opened his mouth.

“Did you finish everything I asked you to do?”

“…No.”

I answered with a voice cracked from moaning, and his blue eyes stabbed into me with the contempt of someone who had expected as much.

“From the moment I saw the documents scattered on the desk, I anticipated this, but it’s far worse than I thought…”

He paused as if choosing his words, then spoke again.

“How vulgar.”

His voice, cold as it struck down on me, sent shivers racing over my skin, and I lowered my eyes in shame.

The sound of his voice, harsher and colder than I had imagined, tightened my chest painfully.

And yet, the lower half of me, stuffed with the imitation cock, twitched shamelessly in delight.

Afraid he might notice, I opened my mouth cautiously.

“…I’m sorry, Boss.”

At such times, apologizing was the best I could do.

After all, it was true that I had shamelessly pleasured myself in front of him, and true that I had failed to finish the documents he had given me.

I thought Evan Bell would scold me, point his finger, and whisper all sorts of words to stab at my shame. But he said nothing.

Instead, in a low murmur, as if speaking to himself, came his words.

“Next time, I’ll have to get something so large you won’t even dare to put it in, so you’ll cry and beg for me instead.”

“…What?”

“Nothing.”

I lifted my head quickly, sensing I had just missed something important, but Evan Bell had already schooled his expression back into cool indifference.

I wanted to ask properly what he meant, but he swiftly dismissed me, clearly unwilling to continue.

“That’s enough for today. Leave.”

“But… I haven’t finished the documents you gave me, Boss.”

“It doesn’t matter. Leave. I’ll consider it enough work done.”

“But still…”

But I hadn’t.

I quietly swallowed the rest of my words, lowering my gaze.

I had only filled myself with the dildo he had prepared. Evan Bell’s cock hadn’t even come near my entrance.

He had tormented me, delighted in my suffering face, and yet refused to have sex with me—it made no sense.

He had paid dearly for both my humiliation and my body.

Perhaps sensing what I was about to say, Evan Bell’s face twisted grimly as he asked me.

“If I said I wanted to take you here and now, could you really handle it?”

“……”

“Being taken by me is nothing like having fun with that chair. With your body unable to even take off that skirt, you’d have to bare yourself before me and spread your legs. Do you understand that?”

“You paid me for that, didn’t you, Boss?” I replied calmly.

Evan Bell’s expression froze cold in an instant, as if he had been struck hard across the back of the head.