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I feel like I'm about to explode with all the emotions churning through my body, and the countless thoughts racing through my head only make things worse. There's just so much to see, so much to feel and think of.
One part of me is unable to tear my gaze away from what my front cam is showing, and I can't stop wondering what the Devil could be thinking or feeling as he watches my breasts with its crested peaks bob against the water with every breath I take.
The other part of me, however...
That part is obssessed with what I'm seeing for the first time. It's a glimpse of the Devil himself, and all I can think of is how devilish appearance is, with his black suit and loosened tie. He looks tall and lean and muscular, sophisticated and powerful.
He looks like the kind of man who would never look twice at a girl like me, so why—-
Don't start acting stupid again, Sheena.
Why can't I shake off this feeling that the Devil is enjoying the sight of my naked breasts?
I thought it would take a lot longer for us to get here.
But this is one of the few times I don't mind being wrong.
I've done my best to cling to my sanity the moment he started speaking.
But it's just no use.
Madness has taken over me once again, and I'm already fighting against the urge to writhe as that secret, burning part of me starts to swell and ache.
I have been looking forward to this for a very long time, Sheena.
God, oh God.
I feel like hiding at his words, but another part of me also wants me to thrust my breasts out so the Devil can stare at them some more.
From the moment you invited me into your life,
I knew I'd be your first.
I squeeze my eyes shut against the sensual impact of his words, but this only backfires on me, and all I can see now are images of a man in a suit drawing me into his world until I'm straddling his lap.
Note to self, Sheena: stop reading isekai manga!
Every orifice of your body will be mine to claim.
I used to think 'orgasm' was the most potent O-word there is, but trust the Devil to prove me wrong on this, and when he says every 'orifice', oh God...
Your mouth.
My senses spiral into an immoral abyss of lust, and my lips part in a soundless moan.
Your cunt.
My body arches up at the thought of the Devil taking my virginity, and my nipples tauten even more as cold air slaps against my wet, tingling skin.
Your ass.
My throat tightens as that secret part of me begins to throb and throb and throb—-
Oh God, oh God, no.
I know what this means. I know what this can lead to if I don't get myself back under control. I know I can't let it happen—-
They're all mine.
