Free Web NovelChapter 185: 185. Can You Imagine To Get A Double Blackmail? (She’s So Clueless!)
Mike reached out, his large, calloused hand cupping her chin with a firm, possessive grip. He forced her head up, making her meet his gaze.
His eyes weren’t filled with sympathy; they were filled with the satisfaction of a conqueror.
"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip, which was still trembling from her outburst. "Did you even realize how much you’re shaking?"
"You’re absolutely starving, aren’t you?"
"All this time you’ve been playing the sweet, innocent girlfriend, but deep down, you know the truth..." Mike laughed. "Ren isn’t enough for you..."
"He’s too gentle, too careful... He doesn’t know how to truly break you, does he?"
"He can’t satisfy that hunger that’s been driving you to buy toys that could rival his own size."
Haruka felt the sting of his words, but the dam had already broken. A frantic, manic energy replaced the shame.
The more he pushed, the more the truth spilled out of her, unfiltered and reckless.
"It’s true!" she cried out, her voice rising in a pitch of hysterical honesty. "He’s so... he’s so polite!"
"It’s not enough! Sometimes we try to be adventurous, but it’s never like this! It’s never intense!"
She was spiraling now, her mind racing back to a moment of pure, unadulterated embarrassment.
"Yesterday..." she blurted out, her eyes wide and wild. "When we tried to do that video call thing..."
"Hm...?" Mike was amused hearing Haruka started to say something that he didn’t tell her to.
"You see... I was the one that suggested this idea... we were both on the laptop, trying to be... ’naughty.’"
Mike raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh...?"
"Go on," he challenged.
"We were so into it!" Haruka shouted, her face a mask of flushed desperation. "Ren was getting so worked up, and he was being so loud, and he was... he was just so much!"
"And then, he got so close, and he was moving so violently, and he... he slammed his hips down so hard, he actually broke his laptop!"
"He ejaculated so hard he sent the whole thing flying off the desk and cracked the screen right in half!"
"He was sitting there in the dark, staring at a broken screen, completely spent, and all I could think about was how much more a real man could do!"
There was a split second of heavy silence as the image settled in the air. Then, Mike exploded with laughter.
He didn’t just laugh; he threw his head back and let out a roar of laughter that seemed to shake the very foundation of the apartment building. It was a loud, boisterous, unapologetic sound.
He laughed so hard that he lost his balance, his heavy fist slamming against the hardwood floor with a resounding thud as he doubled over.
"He... he broke the fucking laptop?!" Mike roared between gasps of air, his face turning a bright shade of red, his muscular chest heaving.
He slammed his hand on the floor again, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "That’s fucking embarrassing!"
"The poor bastard! He’s trying so hard just to keep up with his own imagination, and he ends up destroying his tech!"
He was practically howling, his eyes watering from the sheer hilarity of it. He looked up at her, tears of mirth in his eyes, still shaking with laughter.
"God, Haruka, you are a fucking riot!" he managed to choke out, his voice thick with amusement. "A broken laptop because he ejaculated on the laptop like you were there?!"
"That’s the most pathetic, hilarious thing I’ve ever heard!" Mike laughed louder. "No wonder you’re listening to me through the walls; you’re waiting for a man who’s going to break more than just a computer!"
Haruka stood there, frozen, her face burning with a new level of embarrassment as she watched the massive, intimidating man lose all his composure over her most humiliating memory. But even as she felt like she wanted to sink into the floor, a part of her, the part that was starving for him, felt a thrill at the way he laughed, at the way his dominance felt so much more alive than anything she had ever known.
Mike finally began to settle, though his chest was still heaving from the sheer force of his laughter. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye and took a long, deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
The air in the room felt heavy, charged with the electricity of Haruka’s confession and the lingering echo of his laughter.
The laughter died down, replaced by a sudden, predatory stillness. His eyes darkened, turning from amused to intensely hungry as he looked her up and down.
"Alright," he said, his voice dropping into a low, commanding rumble. "Since we’re being so honest tonight, let’s get down to business."
"You said you’d do anything, right? To keep your little secret safe from Ren?"
Haruka swallowed, a sense of dread pooling in her stomach. "Y-yes... anything."
"Then prove it," Mike commanded, his gaze locking onto hers like a predator cornering its prey. "Strip for me... Get undressed right now!"
"Leave nothing but your bra and your panties..." Mike licked his lips. "I want to see exactly what you’ve been hiding under those modest clothes while you were playing with that toy." freewёbnoνel.com
Haruka’s jaw practically dropped. A fresh wave of heat surged through her.
"What?! Mike, that’s... that’s too far!" she protested, her voice rising in a mix of indignation and panic. "We haven’t even... you can’t just demand that! It’s too much!"
Mike didn’t move, and he didn’t even blink. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face, the look of a man who knew he held all the cards.
"Too far?" he repeated, his voice mocking. "But you just told me the truth, Haruka."
"You admitted to everything..."
"Don’t still act all innocent like that after you admitted you were lying in bed, thinking of me, using that massive dildo because Ren isn’t enough!"
"Think it like this... you literally gave me the keys to your kingdom!"
"You said anything. So don’t start playing the shy little girl now just because things are getting real."
"But—"
"No ’buts’," he cut her off.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone again. "You want to play hard to get again? Fine."
"Let’s see how much you want to play hard to get when the whole world hears the truth."
Before she could process what he was doing, his thumb swiped across the screen. Suddenly, the quiet of the apartment was shattered by a sound that made Haruka’s blood turn to ice.
"...YES! I was masturbating! Every night! Every time the walls shake, I’m lying there, thinking of you!"
It was her own voice. Her own desperate, high-pitched, uninhibited scream played back with crystal clarity through the phone’s speakers.
"...I heard them! They talked about how massive it is... how much they loved it... and it drove me crazy!"
The recording continued, playing back her most intimate, shameful confessions, her voice sounding raw and hungry in the silent room. It was the ultimate blackmail, and he did it for the second time.
He wasn’t just threatening her with a photo anymore; he was holding her very soul in the palm of his hand, a digital recording of her most private, ’dirty’ thoughts.
Haruka froze. She didn’t scream, she didn’t protest, and she didn’t even breathe.
She stood there, paralyzed, her eyes wide and fixed on the phone as her own voice betrayed her once again. The sheer power of the moment crushed her resistance.
She felt naked, even though she was still fully clothed, her dignity stripped away by the playback of her own lust.
Mike watched her, his smirk widening into something truly villainous, like a criminal who had just pulled off the perfect heist. He leaned in close, the phone still playing her voice in the background, and whispered against her lips.
"Now," he murmured, his breath hot and demanding. "Are you going to keep stalling... or are you going to start undressing?"
