Chapter 77
Utaha was a woman capable of expressing her feelings proactively when it came to love, and Mineo was a man who never wavered when facing such emotions. Without a second thought, he reached out and swept Utaha off her feet, lifting her in a classic bridal carry.
Utaha didn't resist; instead, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Mineo's neck. At a time like this, words were no longer necessary. The silver moonlight bathing the night scenery was more than enough to explain everything.
Carrying the beautiful Utaha-senpai, Mineo headed straight for the bedroom on the second floor.
He kicked the bedroom door open with a heavy thud. The tight black bodycon dress Utaha wore served only to accentuate her breathtaking curves. Without ceremony, Mineo pulled her inside and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing sharply through the room.
"It seems you've lost your patience, haven't you?" Utaha teased, her voice a sultry hum as she stroked the back of Mineo's neck.
"Show me that you aren't a weak man, Mineo. Prove to me that you can make me surrender."
Mineo's answer was a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands moved with possessive intent, kneading her firm breasts through the fabric of her dress.
Utaha's hands were just as busy, deftly undoing the buttons of Mineo's shirt one by one. Their breaths mingled and hitched between increasingly wild kisses.
Mineo then pulled the black dress down, revealing her flawless skin and two beautiful, defiant breasts. Without hesitation, he leaned down and bit her nipple gently, coaxing a moan of pure pleasure from her lips.
"Ahh... more... don't stop," Utaha groaned. The black stockings she still wore created a sharp, tantalizing friction as her skin met the smooth fabric of the bedsheets.
Mineo's hand found Utaha's thigh, tracing the silk of her stockings before firmly squeezing and kissing his way toward her inner thigh. Utaha parted her legs wide to make it easier for him, silently inviting him to explore every inch of her.
His hand reached for her panties hidden beneath the stockings, clearing the way.
His tongue began to play with her, licking and sucking with a rhythm that forced Utaha to cry out in delight.
"I... I'm almost... ah!" she gasped, her fingers tangling in Mineo's hair. However, Mineo stopped abruptly, pulling back to look at her with eyes clouded by lust.
"Not yet, Utaha," Mineo murmured hoarsely, his breath hot against her open thighs.
He stared intensely at Utaha's flushed, desperate face, savoring the absolute power he held over her in this moment.
"I'm going to make you beg before I let you reach the peak."
With a swift motion, he discarded his trousers and boxers, freeing his hardened erection, ready to claim her.
Utaha looked at him with shimmering eyes, a defiant smile playing on her lips.
"Don't just talk, you bastard," she breathed, tilting her hips upward as an invitation.
"Show me what you've got."
Mineo didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at the entrance of her soaking wet heat.
He didn't plunge in immediately. Instead, he teased her, rubbing the tip slowly along her length, making Utaha writhe and groan with impatience.
"Ahh... Damn it, you jerk, don't torture me like this!" Utaha shrieked.
"Put it in! Put it in right now!" Finally, with one powerful and sudden thrust, Mineo buried himself deep, reaching the very bottom of her.
A mixture of a satisfied moan and a sharp cry escaped Utaha's lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt the overwhelming sensation of being filled.
Mineo began his assault, driving in and out with a fast, rough tempo. He gripped Utaha's hips firmly, pulling her toward him to deepen the penetration with every thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding and Utaha's cries of ecstasy filled the room.
After a long while of relentless rhythm...
"Do you... want my behind?" Utaha whispered between gasps, her eyes wild as she looked at him.
"Try it... if you dare..." That challenge triggered something primal inside Mineo.
Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled out of her wetness and roughly turned her over until she was on all fours.
Mineo's rough hands quickly tore through the black stockings clinging tightly to Utaha's thighs and buttocks. The elastic fabric groaned and shredded with a loud, distinct rip.
"Damn it, you really are a beast!" Utaha growled, but her moan sounded more lustful than ever.
Mineo gripped her slender waist, pulling her back until her beautiful rear was raised high in challenge. He used his own spit to lubricate her tiny entrance, and then, using his fingers, he forced the gateway open.
"Ahh...!" Utaha screamed, a blend of pain and pleasure, as Mineo began to insert his fingers one by one to stretch her.
With an unyielding shove, Mineo began to drive his length into her rear, slowly but surely.
Every inch that pushed through made Utaha groan loudly, her hands clutching the pillow so hard her nails nearly snapped. "Shit! It hurts so much... ah! But... keep going!"
"You deserve this, you slut," Mineo breathed, driving even deeper.
He began to pump with an increasingly savage rhythm, enjoying the tight, searing heat of her.
Their sweat mingled, coating Utaha's pale skin.
"Look at you now, Utaha. Being a little whore for me."
With every thrust, he reached around to grab her breasts from behind, squeezing and twisting them with brutal intent.
Finally, unable to withstand the incredible tightness any longer, Mineo accelerated his pace toward the finish. With a long, loud groan, he released his warmth deep inside her.
As he continued to pulse inside her, he reached for Utaha's clitoris with his fingers, rubbing it in a rapid, circular motion.
That final stimulation triggered a violent explosion within Utaha.
Her whole body stiffened, her eyes went wide and vacant, and her mouth fell open in a perfect circle as a gargantuan wave of orgasm swept her away.
Her scream reached a high pitch, a total loss of control.
"AHH... MINEO! I'M... GOING... I'M COMIIIIING!"
Her body buckled as she released her own climax, the fluid drenching Mineo's hand and the sheets beneath them.
Mineo kept himself buried inside her twitching heat, feeling the strong contractions of her orgasm. He let out a long sigh of satisfaction, then slowly withdrew from the narrow space.
Utaha collapsed helplessly onto the bed, her entire body trembling violently. The heat of the moment was visible in the stains on her pale skin, a mixture of sweat and the aftermath of their passion.
"You jerk... you really are... an animal," Utaha muttered between ragged breaths. She turned her head slightly, looking at Mineo with hazy yet fiery eyes.
Her body felt like lead, but a deep sense of satisfaction filled her chest. Mineo chuckled lowly and lay down beside her, pulling her sweat-slicked body into a back hug.
"Look who's talking," Mineo whispered into her ear.
His hand gently stroked her smooth back, moving from her shoulder down to her still-flushed rear.
"I am a beast, and you were the prey tonight." A soft kiss landed on Utaha's shoulder, a stark contrast to his previous brutality. The tenderness made Utaha let out a small purr, her limp body adjusting to his embrace.
The air in the room was thick and heavy, smelling of sweat, sex, and the lingering scent of Utaha's expensive perfume. Mineo leaned in to lick a stray bead of sweat on her shoulder, the saltiness sharp on his tongue.
Utaha rolled over to face him. Her eyes, previously hazy, were now sharp and full of a passion that hadn't quite died down.
She brushed Mineo's damp hair from his forehead and kissed him—a deep, yearning kiss, tasting herself on his lips.
"I'm not done with you yet, bastard," she breathed against his lips.
"Don't think you've won this game just because you managed to make me climax once."
Utaha's hand crept down, gripping Mineo's length as it began to stir and harden once more. She stroked it with a practiced, circular motion, her thumb playing with the tip.
"See? This part of your body is honest," she whispered.
"He still wants more." Mineo hissed in pleasure, his hand squeezing Utaha's warm hip.
Without breaking eye contact, Utaha slowly lowered her head, ready to lick and suck him until he roared.
Utaha opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to slowly lick the head of his hardening shaft. She toyed with him, making Mineo's muscles tense with renewed desire.
With one swift motion, Utaha took him in, sliding down to the base. Her throat hitched as he reached the back. She sucked firmly while bobbing her head, her hands gently but intensely kneading his underside.
"Ahh... Utaha... Damn it... Your mouth... Ah!" Mineo groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, urging her to move faster.
The sounds of lust and wet friction filled the room. Utaha looked up, her lust-filled eyes locked onto Mineo's even as she continued her work.
She pulled back for a brief second and said hoarsely, "Look, Mineo. I'm the one in control now."
"I'm going to fill... your mouth... with it!" Mineo gasped. Utaha smiled and aggressively returned to him, sucking harder and faster.
Her right hand squeezed his thigh while her left hand teased his base.
Mineo couldn't hold back anymore. A long roar escaped his throat as he pulled Utaha's head closer, forcing himself deep into her throat as he released his warmth into her mouth.
Utaha choked slightly but swallowed every drop, leaving nothing behind. She licked away the stray remnants with a triumphant look.
"See that, jerk? I win," Utaha whispered, her voice a raspy, victorious purr. A sly smile graced her sweat-streaked face.
She licked her lips again, as if savoring the taste of her victory. Mineo could only stare at her, chest heaving, his body spent but his eyes still reflecting that unquenched fire.
Utaha stood up, looking at her body—covered in bite marks and bruises—in the large mirror in front of the bed. To her, those marks looked like medals of honor.
She grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, taking a long swig directly from the bottle before pouring the rest over her face and neck to cool down.
"Crazy. You actually made me thirsty," she said with a laugh.
Mineo suddenly lunged from the bed and snatched the bottle from her hand. He finished it in one go, then splashed the last few drops onto Utaha's chest and stomach.
The cold liquid made Utaha shiver, her nipples hardening instantly. Mineo dropped the bottle to the floor, then suddenly hoisted Utaha up and slammed her back against the glass vanity table. The perfume bottles and trinkets on top scattered and fell.
"I'm not done with you, slut," Mineo growled, forcing Utaha's legs wide open.
Without a word, he drove himself back into her wetness.
"I'm going to make you cry and beg for me to stop."
He began to claim her roughly atop the vanity, making the glass rattle with every thrust.
Utaha groaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.
"Show me, bastard! Show me everything you've got!" Utaha screamed between loud gasps, her body moving in sync with the brutal rhythm Mineo dictated.
Every strike sent a wave of painful pleasure straight to her head.
"Fill me up! Ruin me!"
The dirty talk flowed effortlessly from her lips, driving Mineo insane. He drove his hips with full force, enjoying every centimeter of her tight walls as they massaged him wildly.
Mineo paused for a second, making Utaha growl in frustration. With a rough movement, he flipped her over, pressing her down against the cold glass of the vanity.
Her large breasts were pressed flat against the glass surface. Mineo entered her again, this time from behind while standing.
He grabbed Utaha's hair, forcing her to look at their reflection in the mirror.
"Look! Look how low you are now, Utaha! Look at your face as I take you like a bitch!"
"Yes... yes... I'm... I'm your bitch!" Utaha whimpered, her eyes glued to the mirror, enjoying the sight of her body being dominated by Mineo.
Her hands gripped the edge of the table tighter, enduring every heavy impact.
"Keep going... hit me! Break me!"
Mineo obliged, swatting her rear until it was bright red, then continued to hammer into her with a merciless rhythm.
The sound of their bodies clashing grew louder, drowned out only by Utaha's increasingly wild moans.
They were both at their limits, but Utaha still begged for more. Mineo felt it—the muscles in his groin tightening, a sign he was reaching his peak for the second time.
With a swift move, he pulled out, making Utaha groan at the sudden loss. Before she could protest, Mineo flipped her again, pinning her to the cold floor with her back against the bed frame.
"Now look at me clearly as I fill you up," Mineo growled, pulling both of Utaha's legs over his shoulders.
This position left her completely exposed and vulnerable. Without mercy, Mineo drove back in, reaching as deep as he possibly could.
"Ahh... Damn it! This pleasure is mine!"
"It's... yours... and... mine!" Utaha screamed incoherently, her nails clawing at Mineo's sweaty back.
The sheer depth of the penetration gave her a different sensation—a perfect blend of pain and unbearable ecstasy.
Mineo pumped at full speed, every thrust shaking Utaha's entire frame. Their breaths were ragged, sweat dripping onto the floor.
Mineo squeezed her breasts, which bounced violently with every strike, twisting her nipples until Utaha shrieked hysterically.
"I'm... I'm going to... come again! Let's go together! Come inside me, you jerk!" she screamed.
Mineo let out a sharp grunt, and with one final, deep lunge, they both reached the peak together.
Mineo's warmth flooded Utaha, while her second orgasm made her shake violently. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out—a wild, primal image of pure desire.
For a few moments, they both lay still on the floor, savoring the fading echoes of their climax. Their breathing remained heavy, their bodies slick with sweat and the remains of their passion.
Mineo slowly withdrew, and the white fluid immediately spilled out, coating her thighs and the floor. Without saying a word, Mineo stood up and collapsed onto the bed, completely drained.
Utaha remained on the floor, staring at the empty ceiling. She felt a sharp sting between her legs, but it was accompanied by an immense sense of satisfaction.
Slowly, she forced herself up despite the soreness, limping toward the bathroom. She caught her reflection in the mirror—pale but glowing, her body covered in the marks of Mineo's ferocity.
"Crazy," she whispered to herself, splashing cold water on her face.
In the bathroom, she felt the remnants of their night dripping down her thighs.
She sat on the toilet, cleaning herself up. Once she felt decent, she returned to the bedroom to find Mineo already sound asleep.
Utaha smiled faintly, grabbed a blanket, and covered Mineo's naked body. She lay down beside him without a blanket, letting the night chill graze her bare skin.
The next morning, as warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, Mineo was already awake. Utaha was still fast asleep beside him, her clothes scattered across the room.
Mineo chose not to wake her. Instead, he communicated with the System in his mind. He had discovered something very strange. On his phone, behind Utaha's name, there was a new note.
"Utaha (Candidate for Boss Lady of the Dimension Restaurant)!"
"System, what's with this 'Candidate for Boss Lady' thing?"
"Are there like... backup slots and a primary choice for a Boss Lady?"
As if sensing Mineo's confusion, his "Golden Finger" sent a stream of data into his mind. After processing the information, Mineo finally understood why Utaha—whom he had already claimed completely—was still labeled as a "candidate."
Before his chat count with Utaha reached ten thousand and before the world connection channel was officially opened, he couldn't change her status to official. However, even the "candidate" status provided significant benefits!
Logically, after Utaha finished eating at his restaurant, he could extract one ability from her. But since the chat count hadn't reached ten thousand, the extracted ability should have only been at Level 1.
But now, because Utaha held the identity of a Candidate Boss Lady, the Golden Finger could upgrade the extraction reward to the maximum level! In other words, he now possessed Max Level Creative Experience!
Closing his eyes, Mineo integrated the creative techniques that flooded his mind. "Max Level Creative Experience" wasn't just limited to writing novels.
Everything from song lyrics and poetry to any work created through the arrangement of words was now something he could master perfectly.
Word combination techniques, precision in diction, sentence flow, and aesthetic value—once he digested it all, Mineo felt he could easily write anything!
If he returned to writing on a Webnovel platform, every book he wrote would surely hit rank one on the popular lists!
While Mineo was marveling at his new power, he felt a tickle on his palm. Looking down, he saw that Utaha was awake.
Her bright eyes were fixed on him. She was playing with a strand of her hair, occasionally using the tip to tickle Mineo's palm.
"You're awake? You must be hungry. I'll get up and make breakfast for you."
Mineo started to climb out of bed, but Utaha pulled him back.
"I'm not hungry yet. Stay with me a little longer. I have to go home soon, so we should cherish this time."
Seeing Utaha clinging to his arm like a little princess, Mineo kissed her forehead gently. He reached out and pulled her close, and the two enjoyed the morning silence together.
To be honest, Mineo wanted Utaha to stay at the restaurant forever, but since he hadn't fully unlocked her world yet, he couldn't keep her for long periods.
When he asked Utaha, her thoughts were similar. She wanted to stay with Mineo, but she had responsibilities. Her new book had just been released; the editorial department and her readers were waiting for her next masterpiece.
Quitting now would mean letting everyone down. Mineo understood her completely. Besides, he had the Dimension Restaurant and an infinite lifespan. The road ahead was long; a temporary parting was no big deal.
After all, they still had phones to chat, right? He just needed to talk to her more often to link their worlds so they could see each other every day!
Once she became the official Boss Lady of the restaurant, she too would have an infinite lifespan to stay by his side forever.
Around seven-thirty, Mineo finally got out of bed. After whipping up breakfast with lightning speed, Utaha dressed and made her way downstairs.
Seeing the man she loved preparing food for her, Utaha walked up behind Mineo and wrapped her arms around his waist. She leaned her head against his back, basking in the warmth radiating from him.
"Breakfast is almost ready!"
"Honey, go find a seat!"
"Mmh!"
With a soft hum, Utaha let go and took a seat. She rested her chin on her hands, watching Mineo work, her heart fluttering with sweetness.
Soon, Mineo brought the dishes to the table. After pouring a glass of milk for her, he said:
"I'll walk you home later."
"In the future, if you miss me, just tell me. No matter how busy I am, I'll make time for you. Also, don't lock yourself in a dark room all day. Writing requires emotional relaxation to get the best inspiration."
"Remember to eat and rest on time. If you really can't manage, I'll run over there and take care of you..."
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Honestly, this is my first time writing an 18+ chapter, so I was pretty nervous putting this together. Please bear with me if the writing seems messy or repetitive, or if the flow seems off. I'm still trying to find my rhythm and make sure the "vibe" is just right for you.
Also, I should mention that I originally wrote this in my native language and used AI to help with the English translation. If some parts seem robotic or too mechanical, that's why. Enjoy!
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