Free Web NovelChapter 184: 184. She Finally Spill Out All The Truth After I Manage To Blackmail Her
Mike didn’t stop there. Seeing her absolute devastation, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone.
The flash of the camera cut through the dim light of the room like a strobe, capturing the glistening, wet black silicone in high definition.
"Wait! No! Don’t!" Haruka shrieked, her voice cracking, and the sheer humiliation was becoming physical, a heavy weight in her chest.
Driven by a sudden, desperate surge of courage, she lunged forward to grab the toy, hoping to hide the evidence of her secret lust. But Mike was faster.
With a predatory smirk, he raised his arm high above his head. Being significantly taller and more muscular, he held the dildo just out of her reach, teasing her as she jumped fruitlessly.
"Want it back?" Mike taunted, his eyes dancing with a cruel, playful light. "Then earn it, Haruka~!"
"Stop pretending you’re this perfect, innocent little flower," Mike laughed. "I mean just look at this thing!"
"It’s fucking huge, just like you want it to be!"
"No offense though... ain’t all Asians have small cocks?"
"S-shut up...!"
"Aw, come on now~! Stop lying to yourself, stop lying to Ren, and just admit that you’re a fucking slut for the sound of a real man in the next room!"
"Please... Mike, give it back..." Haruka whimpered. She was jumping, her small hands grasping at the air, her chest heaving. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
The frustration of the week, the exhaustion, and the overwhelming shame finally broke her. Tears began to stream down her face, hot and stinging.
"It’s so embarrassing... please, stop..."
’He’s enjoying this,’ she thought, her heart breaking even as her body pulsed with a traitorous rhythm. ’He’s watching me crumble, and he doesn’t care at all.’
’He’s a monster... A beautiful, terrifying monster...’
Mike didn’t offer a tissue or a comforting word. He didn’t give a single fuck about her tears; in fact, the sight of her vulnerability only seemed to fuel his dominance.
He tapped his screen, his thumb hovering over the ’send’ icon.
"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a chillingly calm tone, "Ren would probably find this very... enlightening."
"Imagine his face when he sees exactly what his ’innocent’ girlfriend is doing at three in the morning while he’s fast asleep."
"And what’s even more entertaining is to show him seeing how much she enjoys being filled up by something so large."
"No! I’m begging you...! Not Ren!" Haruka screamed, the panic finally eclipsing her shame.
The thought of Ren seeing her like this, seeing the evidence of her unfulfilled, dirty desires, was more terrifying than anything else. "Don’t send it! Please, Mike, don’t send it to him!"
She collapsed forward, her forehead nearly touching his hard, muscular stomach as she sobbed. She was cornered, stripped of all her defenses, and held hostage by a man who thrived on her ruin.
"Anything!" she gasped out, the words tumbling from her lips in a desperate, broken plea.
She looked up at him, her eyes red and brimming with tears, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated surrender. "Anything you want! Just... please... just don’t show him that picture!"
"I’ll do anything! Just don’t send that embarrassing thing because... I could die!"
Mike looked down at her, a slow, dark triumph spreading across his features. He had broken her. The innocent Haruka was gone, replaced by a woman who was now his to command.
He lowered his hand slightly, letting the dildo hang just inches from her face, but he didn’t give it to her yet.
"Anything?" he repeated, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "That’s a very big promise, Haruka~!"
"Are you sure you can handle everything a man like me is going to demand of you?"
Haruka nodded frantically, her tears still wetting her cheeks as she looked up at him with wide, desperate eyes. The power dynamic had shifted completely; she was no longer a woman defending her space but a captive to her own desires and Mike’s overwhelming presence.
"Yes! Anything!" she sobbed, her voice trembling. "Just don’t show him... please, just keep it a secret!"
Mike’s grin widened, becoming something truly predatory. He stepped even closer, forcing her to tilt her head back until her neck was strained.
He lowered the dildo, but instead of giving it to her, he pressed the cool, wet silicone against her heated cheek, a mocking reminder of her secret.
"Then prove it," Mike commanded, his voice booming in the quiet room. "Don’t just say it because I’m a man who wanted to hear it from the woman who finally gave in!"
"I want to hear the truth..."
"I want you to scream it so there’s no doubt left in this room." Mike laughed while raising both his arms. "Tell me exactly why you’ve been lying in that bed, alone, with that massive thing!"
"Make sure to spill all you’ve been thinking about while you’re listening to me through the walls!"
Haruka’s face turned a shade of crimson so deep it looked painful. The shame was a physical weight, a crushing pressure in her chest.
She felt like she was being stripped naked in front of him, her soul laid bare. ’Ugh... This is karma... I should’ve not talked about this with Mike back then...’
’Just do it,’ her mind urged her, a frantic, primal instinct taking over. ’If you don’t say it, he’ll ruin everything.’
’Just scream the truth and let it out!’
She squeezed her eyes shut so tight that stars danced behind her eyelids. She drew in a massive, shuddering breath, her lungs burning, and then she let it all out in a desperate, high-pitched scream aimed directly at his face.
"YES!" she wailed, her voice cracking with the force of her confession. "I was masturbating!"
"Every night! Every time the walls shake, I’m lying there, thinking of you!"
Mike didn’t flinch; he leaned in, his eyes burning with anticipation, hungry for the next part.
"And it’s not just that!" Haruka continued, the words pouring out of her like a dam breaking, her voice rising in a crescendo of pure, unadulterated honesty. "I heard them! I heard Petricia and Madison!"
"I heard them talking about you! They wouldn’t shut up about your fucking cock!"
"They talked about how massive it is, how much they loved it, how it felt... and it drove me crazy!"
She let out a choked, hysterical sob, her face contorted in a mix of agony and arousal.
"I couldn’t take it anymore!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of her small apartment. "I went out and bought it!"
"I bought the biggest, thickest dildo I could find because I wanted to feel something close to you!"
"I wanted to feel that fullness! I wanted to pretend it was you filling me up instead of just... just this plastic piece of shit!"
As the last word left her lips, she slumped, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. She stood there, eyes still tightly shut, her body trembling violently from the sheer force of the confession.
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of her arousal and the raw, brutal truth she had just laid at his feet.
Mike stood there, silent for a moment, the dark triumph in his eyes replaced by a deep, simmering lust. He looked down at the broken, beautiful woman before him, and he knew.
He didn’t just have her body; he had her secrets, her shame, and her deepest, most uninhibited desires.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous growl that promised her that her ’anything’ was about to be put to the ultimate test.
