CHAPTER 44: THE TSUNDERE GAG REFLEX IS A FEATURE, NOT A BUG

I guided Natalia into my bedroom, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Her body still trembled slightly against mine, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her unsteady on her feet. I closed the door behind us with a soft click that felt like the sealing of a pact.

"Wait here," I whispered, leaving her swaying slightly in the center of the room.

The only illumination came from the city lights filtering through my half-drawn blinds, painting everything in muted blues and purples. I moved to my sound system and pulled up my phone, connecting to the speakers. A few taps later, a heavy bass line poured from the speakers, the volume cranked high enough that I could feel it vibrating through the floorboards.

Slow, sensual R&B filled the room, the kind of music that was basically sex translated into sound. The singer’s voice was low and rough, promising filthy things over the thrumming bass.

Natalia blinked at me, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "What are you doing? Why is it so loud?"

"Because you’re a screamer, Princess."

Her face instantly flushed crimson, visible even in the low light. "I-I am not! I was... I was quiet!"

"Sure you were," I drawled, my eyes never leaving hers. "That’s why you bit my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks."

Her embarrassment shifted to indignation. She planted her hands on my chest and pushed, forcing me back until my legs hit the edge of the bed.

"You think I can’t handle you?" Her voice aimed for dominance but wavered slightly. "I’ll show you."

I leaned back on my hands, regarding her with amused expectation. The bass thrummed through the mattress beneath me, a primal heartbeat matching my own.

"Then show me, Princess."

I slowly took off my sweatpants, freeing my erection. In the dim light, I watched her eyes widen. A soft, involuntary gulp escaped her throat as she stared down at me.

"See something you like?" I taunted softly.

She swallowed again, her throat bobbing. "Shut up," she whispered, but the command lacked her usual bite.

Natalia knelt between my legs. She’d probably seen this in videos, read about it in those trashy romance novels she thought no one knew she had stashed under her bed, but the reality was clearly overwhelming her.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against the tip of my cock. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I hissed through my teeth. She flinched at my reaction, her eyes darting up to gauge my expression.

"It’s so hot," she murmured, surprised.

Then she leaned in, her tongue darting out for a tentative lick. Her eyes widened again.

She tried to take me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. She managed barely an inch before gagging, pulling back with a choked cough.

"Gack!" She spluttered, tears springing to her eyes from the reflex. She glared up at me, her cheeks flushed with shame and frustration. "It’s... it’s just abnormally large! How is anyone supposed to—"

She cut herself off, too proud to admit defeat.

I chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Use your hands, Princess. You’re a telekinetic. You should have excellent fine motor control." I couldn’t help the teasing tone, especially when she blushed harder at the suggestion.

Taking my advice, Natalia wrapped one hand around the base while focusing her attention on the tip with her mouth. Her movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. She bumped her teeth against me.

"Sorry," she mumbled against my skin, the vibration of her voice sending shivers up my spine.

The room filled with wet, sloppy sounds. Obscene noises, barely masked by the music. And yet... her earnest, clumsy focus was anything but. The contradiction was intoxicating. She gradually found a rhythm, her movements beginning to match the beat of the music pulsing through the room.

I let my head fall back, a groan escaping my throat. My hips began to buck involuntarily, matching her pace. Her efforts grew more confident with each sound she pulled from me. I could feel her smile around me, a flash of triumph at making me lose control.

Emboldened by my reactions, she tried to take me deeper, her hand guiding me toward her throat. She managed about half before her gag reflex kicked in again, but this time she fought through it, her throat muscles working around me.

"Fuck," I growled, my control slipping.

A month of celibacy in this body, weeks of planning and maneuvering, days of teasing and tension—it all came crashing down to this moment. The sight of proud, cold Natalia on her knees, purple hair falling around her face as she serviced me, was too much.

My hand shot down, tangling in her hair and gripping a thick handful at the base of her skull. I wasn’t gentle anymore. This wasn’t about guiding her—it was about taking what I needed.

"That’s it, Princess," I said roughly. "You wanted this. You’re so close."

As I felt my orgasm building, instinct took over. I thrust my hips forward while pulling her head down, burying myself to the hilt in her throat. Her eyes flew open in panic, a muffled scream vibrating around my cock.

"Take it all," I commanded through gritted teeth. "Every fucking drop."

I held her head firmly in place as I came. The release was violent and explosive after weeks of tension. Hot, thick ropes pulsed directly down her throat, filling her mouth when she tried to pull back. My thumb pressed under her chin, forcing the swallow reflex.

A soft, choked gulp came from her throat as she struggled to swallow it all, her eyes watering, her make-up smearing down her cheeks.

When the last waves of pleasure subsided, I finally released her. Natalia collapsed to the side, landing on the floor beside the bed. She was a complete mess—coughing, sputtering, tears and saliva and cum mingling on her chin. Her expression was dazed, shocked, her usual sharp edges completely rounded off.

I reached down, gently wiping her mouth with my thumb. "Good girl," I said, my voice rough with satisfaction. "You took every last drop."

I pulled her up from the floor and into my lap on the bed, holding her trembling body against my chest. She didn’t resist, didn’t snap back with a cutting remark or push me away. The tsundere was gone. The pride was gone. All that remained was a dazed, compliant girl, completely and utterly mine.

The System notification appeared in my peripheral vision:

\[QUEST COMPLETE: SEDUCTION AND CORRUPTION OF NATALIA KUZMINA: 100%\]

\[REWARD: 250 SCHEMA POINTS ADDED\]

\[SPECIAL BONUS: TRAIT UNLOCKED - "CONSORT’S TOUCH" - TARGET WILL EXPERIENCE 30% INCREASED PLEASURE FROM YOUR CONTACT\]

\[NEW CATEGORY UNLOCKED - ENSEMBLE\]