CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 50: HOW TO TAME A MASOCHIST (1) [18+]

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By the time Zaen got home, it was already near midnight. Strangely enough, Uncle Mack hadn’t returned after dropping Aeron off.

"Where’s Uncle?" Zaen asked the maid who opened the door.

"Master said an emergency came up at the firm, so he was headed there," the maid curtly replied. "Will there be anything else?"

Zaen shook his head and walked towards his room. Since Ann had told him she’d have Johann’s word by the night regarding his ’sample’ collection, he didn’t want to waste any time and also ask her regarding the things he saw before.

He opened the door and saw a woman’s silhouette on the bed. Zaen sighed and hit the light switch with his stick.

"How did you know the light was off?" Ann asked, looking over the sheets.

"I didn’t," Zaen replied. "But normal people usually have the lights off at this time. What about you? Enjoying the bed?"

"Can you blame me?" Ann mumbled, stretching on his bed. "This place is awfully nice."

"Don’t get used to it," Zaen warned her. "We’ll be out of here soon since the family emergency has been handled."

"Tsk, you’re young, show some life," Ann said, clicking her tongue.

Zaen ignored her words and sat down on the couch.

"About what we discussed earlier—"

As soon as those words left his mouth, Ann’s silhouette turned pink.

She’s blushing again? Just like that?

Zaen felt something was off with her, but before he could prod about it, she threw off the blanket and strode over, carrying two flasks. One was empty, and the other was filled with some liquid.

"C-Captain agreed with the collection m-method," she stammered, handing him the filled flask. "W-We can get started as soon as you drink this."

"What’s in it?"

"A tonic to boost your... desirable traits. It’ll make my life easier while studying the sample."

"I see," he replied, taking the cup from her with slightly trembling hands.

Ann smiled and grabbed her cup of coffee before sitting right beside him. As for Zaen, he seemed to study the strange potion for a while before drinking it.

At first nothing happened, but then his fingers went limp.

"Are you okay?" Ann asked, faking concern.

"Yeah, I’m fine," Zaen replied, avoiding her gaze. "Just... a little hot in here."

"Oh, it’s about to get much hotter."

Zaen got confused and was about to question her when his ’vision’ got blurry. No, it was more like he was falling asleep. The flask slipped from his hand and smashed on the ground. All the while, Ann couldn’t help but smile.

A moment later, he flopped onto the sofa. He was still awake and his perception cleared, but he couldn’t move a single muscle in his body.

"Paralysis poison," Ann chuckled. "It does wonder, doesn’t it?"

It was doing more than just paralyzing him. Maybe it was a side effect of the drug, but Zaen’s member was raging hard.

"Oh, don’t worry about it, I added a little something extra in it to make things easier, you know?"

Zaen wanted to say something, but his lips didn’t move, and a moment later, something strange happened. Ann’s appearance changed right before his eyes.

Her tanned skin turned a pale, almost ghostly white, and her eyes shone with an eerie red light. She was now wearing string-like clothes that barely covered her essentials, leaving the rest of her body exposed.

Another transforming bitch? Is this world for real?

Zaen was still processing the change in her when Ann dropped over him and licked his face.

"Didn’t mommy teach you not to get cozy with strangers?" she hissed. "Or maybe be, this thing here didn’t let you think straight, huh?"

As Ann grabbed his member, she raised her eyebrows. She hadn’t expected someone with an innocent face would pack so much heat. She bit her lips, nestling herself next to Zaen.

"Don’t bother struggling," she whispered. "The poison would work for over 10 hours on humans. With your uncle having the emergency, we have time to drain you lots of times."

Zaen’s fists clenched at the mention of his uncle. Ann noticed it and was quick to soothe him.

"Easy there," she laughed. "Your uncle is working for real and won’t be harmed. I just happened to know someone in dire need of legal advice, and your uncle is one of the top lawyers, so I used the connection. Hope you’re not too mad about it."

Zaen wasn’t mad, he was raging. Ann saw him clenching his jaw and knew her method to enhance her ’private’ collection was over the top.

I was hoping he’d be into it, but then again, I had to consider my safety as well. Especially after he killed those cultists earlier.

How did Ann know about it? Simple. She had had him followed. The organization did not lack talent in that department.

Ann thought and, without wasting a moment, she ripped off Zaen’s jeans. She couldn’t believe how big and hard he was. It only made her more fascinated to conduct tests on him.

With the snap of her fingers, the little clothes she had on her body disappeared. Zaen felt her hand slip behind his head as she forced his face deep into her cleavage.

Meanwhile, she licked the other hand before grabbing onto his cock and began stroking him rhythmically.

With each stroke, her grip got tighter and her hand faster. Even though he was paralyzed, Zaen couldn’t help but moan as Ann began playing with the tip.

The torture lasted for over half an hour, with Ann teasing his cock in all sorts of ways. She had even prepared a feather in advance to play with the tip after a while.

Ann’s hand moved faster and faster. Her heavy breasts stopped Zaen’s moans as she continued playing with him. Until Zaen couldn’t take it anymore and shot out a massive load, covering the sofa and Ann’s hand with his seed.

"Woah... how much did you have stored in there, kid?" Ann asked as Zaen was still shooting all over the place. "Tsk, at this rate I’d need to get you a new couch. Oh, wait... I forgot to take the sample! Shit! Focus on your job and not on the cock, Ann."

Even though she said that, Ann couldn’t take her eyes off her cum-drenched hand.

I wonder what...

Even her thoughts trailed off.

A little taste wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Without a second thought, she licked his semen, and a moment later, her eyes fluttered and she moaned in ecstasy.

"It’s... good. No, something isn’t right. It shouldn’t be tasting this good..."

She looked back to see that Zaen was still as hard as ever. His cock covered in his seed drove Ann crazy. She let go of his head and placed herself between his legs, ready to savor the meat stick.

Unable to hold back, she licked his cock clean, savoring every drop as she did. But that wasn’t enough. She wanted more. However, just as she grabbed the cock in her hand, she felt something behind her head.

"Not this time."

With a sudden force, he slammed Ann’s head into his cock, forcing her to take it into her mouth.

"You wanted a taste, right? Don’t shy away now."