CHAPTER 26: CHASE UNWINDING PLEASURE [18+]

Chapter 26: Chase Unwinding Pleasure

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"Where am I?"

A young lady mumbled, finding herself lying partially on a soft mattress. Her eyes were barely open, fixed on the ceiling above her.

This isn’t my room, she thought, trying to stand up, but a wave of weakness and exhaustion washed over her.

"Welcome," a deep, cold, and calculating voice cut through the silence.

She turned her head and saw Chase Weaverake, the same person who had recently dominated Class 1-C’s tyrant in a sword match and claimed the entire class as his pawns.

She immediately got up, her body rigid with a defensive posture. She noticed a mirror on the wall and saw her reflection: she wore an elegant, sleeveless black mini-dress and a pair of black high heels. Her makeup was a smeared mess, and a constant throbbing pain pulsed in her forehead. She couldn’t remember the last few hours of the day. She quickly turned to Chase and demanded.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Hey, there," Chase said calmly, trying to de-escalate the situation.

"I’m Chase."

"Chase Weaverake."

"Okay, Chase," the unknown girl said. "What am I doing in this room alone with you?"

"You’re not just in any room," Chase replied. "You’re in my room."

She took another glance around. The room was undoubtedly elegant, dominated by the color red at every turn. There were red curtains, a red-sheeted mattress, red tables, and red chairs. To top it off, Chase’s hair was also, unsurprisingly, red.

"I see you love red," she commented.

Chase quickly took off his glasses. "Red isn’t just any color to me. It’s the color of my family—House Weaverake."

"Wait, you’re a Weaverake, one of the kingdom’s elite houses?"

I haven’t been thinking straight. My head hurts. His name and hair color should have given it away, she thought, embarrassed by her seemingly stupid reaction to his family name.

"I thought the hair color was enough," Chase said. "Never mind that, I’m sure you’re wondering how you ended up in this situation."

"Isn’t it surprising that this academy prides itself on discipline, yet there’s a bar on its very grounds?" Chase said with a smirk.

"We met at the bar last Saturday night," Chase told her. "You clearly had a lot to drink."

"Fuck, I remember you now," she said. "You’re that guy who couldn’t stop blabbing about his katana. You called it Donarstraza."

"That’s an unpleasant way to remember someone," Chase said. "After you had a lot to drink, you asked for my help, and I did what was best and brought you to my room. I promise I didn’t do anything to you."

That’s a relief, she thought, placing her hands on her chest.

"Do you remember the last thing I asked you?" Chase demanded.

"I think I do," she said. "Yeah, it was about Class 2-A. You kept asking me to tell you everything I knew about Damien Ravencroft, the student council president."

She continued, "And my answer remains the same: NO."

"You know, I actually thought it would be easy with you, but it seems you’re difficult," Chase said. "You’re a close friend of his personal secretary, which means you’ve heard a thing or two. But it seems you’ve chosen to keep everything to yourself."

"I think I’m done talking with you," Chase said. "You can leave now."

"I never needed your permission, anyway."

She quickly straightened herself, grabbed her bag from the table, and headed for the door.

As she neared the door, Chase pulled out his tablet and began playing a video.

"Fuck, it’s really as you said."

"I told you it was big."

"I want it all in my mouth."

She stopped abruptly, her hand already on the doorknob. She slowly turned back and whispered, "That voice... it’s mine."

"How?" she shouted.

Chase quickly turned off the video and began to laugh uncontrollably.

"I thought you wanted to leave. What’s the holdup?" Chase said, a hint of uncontrollable laughter on his face.

He then let out another series of laughter, placing his hands over his face as he continued to chuckle.

"That has to be fake," she said. "Let me see that."

"Why do you need to see?" Chase replied. "Don’t you fully remember last night?"

"You bastard," she said, launching an overhead kick infused with flames directly at Chase’s neck.

"I can’t count how many times I’ve been called that," Chase said, catching her foot with just his left palm and flipping her onto the bed. "I thought second-years were supposed to be strong. You’re still cultivating at the first stage of Path Establishment."

"Why do this?" she asked.

"Do what?" Chase said, staring down at her as she clung to the bed. "Don’t tell me you think I forged that video."

"You clearly aren’t deserving of Class A," Chase said. "How can you suck someone’s dick and tell me you can’t remember shit."

She immediately began touching her mouth, which felt strangely sore. She then looked at him and said, "I must have been drugged or mind-controlled."

"Don’t tell me you think any student in this academy can mind-control someone," Chase said. "That requires the use of advanced-level inffinity elements. Even I, a Weaverake, couldn’t muster that at only the middle stage of Path Establishment."

"Just take a good look at me, lady," Chase said. "My charm clearly got the best of you."

"Fuuuuck," she let out. She knew what he was saying was a possibility, but she just didn’t want to admit it. The painful truth was that last night, she had clearly sucked his dick and had obviously enjoyed it.

"You see, I’ve had a change of heart," Chase said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Initially, I intended to publish the video on the second-year forum if you didn’t tell me what you knew about Ravencroft," Chase replied. "But it seems that would be no fun."

"So, what now?" she asked. "You’re going to force me to be your sex slave?"

"Woah that’s on point," Chase said. "Good for you, now you will get three full load of cum in your mouth instead of two."

"Hell no," she said. "I’m not doing that."

"Then I would publish the video," Chase said.

He immediately started playing the video and sounds of her gulping and slurping on his dick could be heard. She immediately clenched her fists, but what could she do? She was clearly weaker than Chase, and she couldn’t just leave the room; he would simply upload the video.

"You’re despicable, you know that," she said.

"Now, to get down to business," Chase said. "You will become my sex slave, and I your master. If you insist on not doing so, then I will publish this video."

He continued, "Your schedule is simple: on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you will belong to me from 6 p.m. until 9 p.m. On weekends, you’re mine all day."

"I intentionally omitted Tuesday and Thursday," he added. "Consider them your break after a long day of pleasing me."

Chase was clearly going all out. This was a direct contradiction to his personal code of remaining celibate until he made it to Class A, but it seemed the pleasure of last night had gotten the best of him.

"Whoa, as time has it, it’s Sunday, and it’s just beginning," Chase said. "Time to work."

"Do you agree to my terms?" Chase asked.

"Do I even have an option?" she replied.

"I guess you don’t," he said.

"Now, my first command is simple," Chase said. "Kneel down and face up."

"What?" she said.

"You heard me correctly," Chase replied. "I don’t think I need to repeat myself. A single click will end all this buzzing."

She quickly got to her knees and gazed up, waiting for his next command.

Chase let out a little smirk and quickly began unzipping, letting out his massive shaft and slowly walking towards her.

She quickly darted her gaze towards it and gulped, clearly nervous about what he would do next. "Please," she pleaded. "At least be considerate."

"I sure would be."

Chase slowly placed his dick on top of her face, she quickly shivered a little as she felt the warmth feeling of his shaft resting on her face.

"How does it feel?" Chase asked.

"It’s warm," she said. "Can I taste it."

"What, did I hear you right?" Chase asked. He quickly let out a burst of laughter, "no you cannot."

"May..... I ask why?" She said slowly.

Chase let out a series of laughs. "You think I’m stupid or something. If I had agreed to your request, you would’ve just quickly bitten my dick."

"You’re really a feisty one."

"It’s just a matter of time before you succumb to the warmth of my cock. You see, it will only take three minutes—just three minutes—and you’ll be requesting it regularly for breakfast."

Chase removed his dick from her face and opened her mouth with his hands and quickly shoved his shaft into it. "Take it whole, in its unaltered form and splendor."

She was giving him a death stare as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. "Don’t look at me like that, lady."

She began to gulp, and a sensation of pleasure rippled through her. She was confused by her own reaction; she was supposed to hate this man, not love the feel of his cock in her mouth and the after taste of his pre-cum. She hated herself for feeling this way, for wanting to suck on it. After a series of mental struggles, she finally gave in to her urges and began to suck on his shaft..

SLURP!

She deepen her mouth round his cock as her gaze were fixed on him as she kept sucking on it.

"Suck Faster," Chase demanded, Urging her to take more of his length. She awkwardly closed her eyes in discomfort as she took more of his cock.

Gurgle!

She choked a little in the process as she kept going further, taking more of his cock into her mouth.

She then slowly pulled out his cock from her mouth, her hands gripping It’s length tightly, it’s head slowly beaming with pre-cum.

"Chase-"

"No," Chase said. "That’s Master to you."

She let out a sigh and quickly continued. "Master can I get a glass of water, I’m feeling a bit thir-"

GULP!

Chase quickly placed his cock back into her mouth, interrupting what she was about to say. "Less talking, more sucking."

"Don’t reduce pace."

SLURP!

She continued sucking on his cock, pre-cum starting the fill her mouth as her tongue felt it sensation and warmth. Her eyes darted up, fixed on Chase’s, she was clearly wishing for him to fall dead.

"What with the look now?" Chase asked. "You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this," he said while letting out a burst of laughter.

SLUUUUURP!

She did a rough and fast one, her hand assisting in the pace, as she quickly did five slurps after a quick spat at the chases shaft.

"Fuck, you’re good," Chase said, placing his hands behind her head, trying to match her rhythm. She was clearly a natural at this.

She pulled his cock from her mouth and began to stroke it, up and down her hands engulfed his cock as she stroked it faster and faster each time.

Ptui.

She quickly spat on hit and continued to stroke it faster.

"Ahhhh..."

Chase let out a soft moan as she continued to stroke his cock. He wasn’t the only one enjoying it; she began to finger herself with her free hand, all while continuing to stroke his cock.

"Ughhhh...."

She let out, as she began to finger herself faster.

"Fuck," Arios said as he began to feel the surge of cum building up, he quickly removed her hand and began to stroke his cock himself and aimed it at her face.

"Open... ugh... Open your mouth. Be quick," Chase said, as he kept stroking his cock faster. She quickly knelt down properly and opened her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh..." Chase let out, as he nutted in her mouth. It had been a long time since Chase had last cummed. Two no three weeks, that’s last when I felt this way, Chase thought as his dick kept twitching as it continued to drip with semen.

"Swallow every bit of it," Chase commanded, his dick still dripping with cum.

"Mmmm," She said, as she gulped up his warm semen.

It actually taste good, She taught, feeling the warmth of Chase’s cum down her throat. I fucking hate myself for that.

"Hey," Chase said as he pointed at his semens that still cling at the edges of her face. "Use your tongue and work your face."

She then began to move her tongue around her face, licking up the ones that didn’t make it in. She later felt a new familar stickiness course down her throat, but then she felt a mix of enjoyment and embarrassment building up within her.