CHAPTER 42: THIRD TASK [PART-2]

After Dapper finished eating, Belinda stood up, but Dapper quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on her ass.

"Stop—someone might see us," Belinda said in a panicked tone, eyeing the way Dapper boldly grabbed her ass.

"No one’s going to catch us. Besides, it’s fine if Lena sees," Dapper whispered into her ear, but Belinda remained cautious, so she began power-walking toward her room. Dapper followed closely behind, his hand still gripping her ass.

Abruptly, they entered Belinda’s room and locked the door behind them.

Meanwhile, Lena peeked from the edge of the alleyway upstairs, watching the flirtatious exchange between Dapper and Belinda. A mix of shock, amusement, and excitement danced across her face.

"I knew it! I knew my master wasn’t some goody-goody type! So this is that ’important thing’ he mentioned? He’s actually banging his wife’s sister. I didn’t make a bad choice after all, tee-hee," Lena muttered with a giggle as a sly smile crept onto her lips.

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Click.

Dapper locked the door behind him in Belinda’s room while she made her way to the dressing mirror and sat.

"You’ve really grown some balls. You’re not even scared of being caught. You know some of the workers do come into this building, right?" Belinda said as she tied her hair.

"Life is risk. No risk—no gain. No pain—no reward. No cheating—no change," Dapper replied, shoving his hands in his pockets with a shrug.

"What the fuckin’ bullocks are you saying?" Belinda said with a chuckle, finishing the last twist of her hairband.

Dapper, still with his hands in his pockets, stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"I’ll ask one last time. Have you made up your mind about breaking up with that Fatso?" he asked.

Belinda’s expression twisted as a wave of emotion flashed across her face. "I’m not sure yet."

"I see..." Dapper’s face darkened as he undid his pants, pulling his underwear down in one swift motion.

"Get to work," he said, his long, erect dick now in full view before Belinda.

Familiar with it, Belinda stepped forward and knelt before him, bringing her face to his cock. She kissed the tip first, taking in the strange, musky scent wafting off it.

Then, she opened her mouth and slowly took in Dapper’s dick, swallowing inch by inch.

"Argh... how are you so good at giving fellatio? And who told you to tie your hair?" Dapper asked, undoing it and wrapping it around his palm like a leash. Belinda kept sucking, bobbing her head with wet rhythm, occasionally glancing up with a lewd expression.

That look—her slutty goth face paired with her oral skill—only turned Dapper on even more. It made it that much harder for him to imagine Belinda marrying someone else.

Slurp~

Slurp~

Slurp~

Belinda bobbed with increasing intensity, nearly deep-throating his length, but she couldn’t take it all. Drool poured from her lips as she worked him.

"Mmmh~" Belinda moaned, speeding up as Dapper held her head, thrusting deeper into her mouth. His legs soon stiffened, muscles tensing as his dick throbbed, and without warning, he began shooting his load into her mouth.

Belinda’s eyes widened at the sheer volume of semen filling her mouth, yet she couldn’t understand why she was enjoying it. A strange wave of excitement washed over her.

’I’m such a bad sister,’ Belinda thought as she swallowed Dapper’s load.

As Dapper’s orgasmic high faded, he looked down at the kneeling Belinda and, in one swift motion, ripped off her top, exposing her breasts.

"That top is expensi—"

"Shut up."

"...Okay."

’Why can’t I resist? Why am I enjoying this?’ Belinda wondered, but the answer never came.

"Come here. Grab the window sill," Dapper ordered, positioning her in a lewd pose. She leaned on the sill, her back arched, her ass stuck out and her legs spread.

’What’s he doing?’

Dapper pulled down her shorts and panties, revealing her glistening pussy. He’d seen it before, but this was the first time he was going to fuck her—and complete the third task.

"Let’s at least move to the be—"

*PAH!*

"HAA~!"

"Didn’t I ask you to shave last time?" Dapper asked right after spanking her.

"I-I forgot," Belinda stuttered.

Without hesitation, Dapper spat into his hand and used it to lube her pussy, sliding two fingers in while doing so.

’I’m already wet... Why did he do that? Why is this depravity turning me on?’

Removing his fingers, he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her entrance, pushing in inch by inch.

"Ahahaaaaan~!" Belinda moaned sharply as he drove his length deep inside her. Her head turned sideways, her mouth agape in shock as she could feel him pushing against her womb.

In a sudden move, Dapper opened the window and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it hard.

"P-People might hear us down below—let’s just use the bed!"

"I want to fuck you here. Let them hear. Without proof, they can’t do anything. If you don’t want the whole estate hearing your slutty moans, keep your voice down. Not that I think you can," Dapper smirked, thrusting his hips with increasing speed. A surge of slickness coated his dick, making it glide easily inside her soaked honeypot.

"Ahan~"

"Mmmm~"

"Mhhh~"

"Mhhh~"

At first, Belinda did her best to stay quiet as Dapper fucked her, but the moment he yanked her hair tighter and slammed into her with increased force, hitting all her sensitive spots, she lost it.

*PAH!*

*PAH!*

*PAH!*

The wet sounds of flesh clapping echoed across the room as Dapper drilled her mercilessly, nailing her G-spot over and over with brutal precision.

"MY INSIDES~ AHHAAWN~!"

"PEEWEES~!"

"MHHHH—HAAAA~!"

"HAAAAA~!"

Her breasts bounced lewdly, flopping around while Dapper pounded her like a machine, his pace mechanical and inhuman. Her voice cracked from moaning so loudly, but the pleasure just kept building, sending her further into a haze.

"PLEEEEEEEEASE~ LET ME CUMMM!!" Belinda screamed at the top of her lungs, her muscles seizing up and eyes bulging, but her orgasm never came. Her body refused, teasing her at the edge of climax.

"I’ll ask one last time, who owns this pussy?" Dapper growled, ramming into her over and over while Belinda dripped with sweat, on the brink of madness.

*PAHHH!*

"AHAN!"

He delivered a hard slap on her ass. "ANSWER ME!"

"MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU!!!"

*PAHHH!!*

"SAY IT AGAIN!"

"MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU!!"

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Lena stood frozen in the living room, stunned by what she was hearing.

’Is Master this rough? And why does she sound like she loves it? He’s never had sex with his wife like that. Not even with me...’ Lena thought, her pussy trembling just from picturing herself in Belinda’s place.