As he began to perform the disgusting act, Miss. Tachibana's face contorted into a mixture of anger and revulsion. She forced herself not to look at him, instead focusing on counting the ceiling tiles or anything else that would distract her from the scene unfolding before her. Her heart raced with anticipation, hoping that he would fail and she could unleash her wrath upon him once more.

But when he finally finished and she felt his hot cum splatter onto her skin, relief washed over her.

As soon as he finished, she roughly shoved him aside and stormed out of the room, leaving him gasping for breath on the cold floor. Her heart raced with anger and satisfaction; she couldn't wait to find another excuse to torment him further. The thought of having control over someone so pathetic as him was intoxicating, and she knew she would never relinquish it willingly.

Her voice trembled, her hand shaking as she gripped his cock tightly again. "No...," she repeated, a thin vein of desperation threading through the word. She wanted to deny it, to ignore the strange yearning deep within her. But try as she might, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his massive member. It called to her, demanding attention and submission.

Her other hand slipped beneath her skirt, seeking out the heat between her legs once more.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at his massive cock, her fingers working frantically against her own flesh. She felt the last vestiges of control slipping away, replaced by a primal desire to obey and serve this man before her. His cock seemed to grow larger in her hand, demanding release with every heartbeat.

With a moan, she lowered her head, engulfing his length in her mouth.

Tachibana grudgingly helps her sister dress in revealing clothing, enjoying every minute less than the last. "Here you go," she grunts. "You have no choice but to serve now."

"Enjoy it," she snarls, her eyes narrowed with cold disdain.

Her expression sours as she continues, her voice dripping with contempt and disdain. "I'm not here to be your friend or your lover, you pathetic excuse for a man. I'm just doing my job... the only thing that matters around here." She pauses, grimacing slightly as she maintains her grip on his penis. "So if you could just try and remember that, it might make things easier for both of us."

With a roll of her eyes, she continued to stroke his penis, her movements now slightly faster and more forceful. "I'm not holding my breath waiting for an answer." Her tone was dismissive, as if she didn't care what the patient had to say anyway. As he neared climax, she tightened her grip further, effectively forcing him over the edge. His orgasm was intense and powerful, spilling hot semen across her gloved hand and up her arm.

"I am, my love. Now, about that... bites lip

"I love you too." [End]

"Yes... It was," she says, her voice slightly hoarse from sleep and desire. "You were very... insistent." Her fingers idly trace patterns on his chest as she takes in the sight of him lying beside her. For a fleeting moment, she wonders what it would be like to have this kind of connection with someone who wasn't so... demanding. But then again, maybe that's exactly what makes it work between them.

Her heart skips a beat at his confession, leaving her momentarily speechless. She grips the sheets tightly, struggling to process this new development.