Chapter 239 - 240: I Can Do It..

Chapter 239: Chapter 240: I Can Do It..

"Yesh... ehehe, I will punish him for trying his luck..." she wiggled her ass tantalizingly, thoroughly enjoying the intense assjob while the rest of the crowd abruptly stopped their heated argument to watch the unfoldings.

"Alright, man. I’ve prepared the exact woman who will test your true grit. This is going to be a real challenge for you," Owen announced to the audience. He pulled down the heavy, thick partition wall to separate the space, leaving only a brief gap an inch thick near the lower part of their bodies.

This had been his master plan all along. Now that these desperate men were practically begging on their knees, it was finally time to test the weight of their bold words. Coveting his personal property? What an outrageously audacious act.

Little did the man know, the busty MILF Owen had sent over was actually the man’s very own wife. It was time to raise the stakes and elevate the drama to a whole new level!

"Hmm, so you’re the one who wanted to try out all the fun?" She paused right at his partition, her eyes casting down toward his dick, which was hanging barely through the small opening in the wall.

He was actually trying his luck with a size like that? It was downright laughable. What could a pitiful two inches even hope to accomplish?

"Y-yes... who are you?" he stammered, his voice laced with hesitation.

"I am the Savior’s pussy hole. Please, don’t try your luck too hard..." she purred teasingly.

"No... I am asking for your real identity..." A sudden chill ran down his spine. He could feel that the woman standing directly before him felt strangely familiar... no, it was as if she were a deep, core part of his life... and yet, he couldn’t quite place it through the mask.

"No, that’s not how a proper viewer should act. How about we play a little game instead?" She pointed directly at his small, exposed dick.

"W-what kind of game...?"

"It’s simple. We are just going to play a small roleplay game. Just think of me as your beloved wife... and I will grant you a level of pleasure you’ve never experienced before in your life."

"R-really?" His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, why would I ever joke around with you? Right, Savior?" She gave Owen a slow, seductive dance from behind, grinding against him while giving her clueless husband a moment to digest the situation.

"Listen to her. You were the one who wanted to try your luck, so you’d better take the chance while it’s right in front of you," Owen commanded, thrusting his dick deep into the fresh, tight pussy of the top woman. Missing out on a pussy with this exquisite level of tightness would be an absolute sin.

"You heard the Savior, right? Hehe, so just play along like a good boy."

"T-then... what do I do?"

"No, you’re being a fool. It’s me who will be taking the lead here. Let’s start the game properly."

"What kind of game is it?" He gulped hard, his throat dry. Who was she... and why did the cadence of her voice sound so hauntingly familiar to him?

"It is very simple. I will act as your wife, and I will give you a hand job using just my fingers," she explained as she raised her hand into view, demonstrating by stroking the empty air between her index finger and thumb.

"O-okay... then what happens next?" His imagination instantly began to run wild. This breathtaking woman was actually willing to pretend to be his wife just to help him practice and improve his performance in bed!

"All you need to do is hold out and refrain from cumming for three full minutes." She reached down and lightly touched his dick—half-limp, half-rigid, a thoroughly pitiful twig of a thing.

"Three minutes...? I don’t think that’s—" He wasn’t even able to finish his sentence before the MILF cut him off sharply.

"If you lose, the Savior gets to fuck your wife right in front of you. Simple enough, right?"

"Gulp... my wife?" He couldn’t help but swallow hard, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. It was supposed to be a game... but the thought of another man fucking his wife hit a sensitive nerve.

"It’s just me acting as your wife for the game. Don’t overthink it so much," she chuckled lightly, amused at how foolishly fast his mind was racing.

"W-what if I actually win...?"

"Hmm? You winning? Ohh... I honestly never even considered that possibility... sorry," she almost let the truth slip—that, in reality, he usually barely lasted more than a few fleeting seconds!

"..."

"Okay, okay, don’t fret so much. I will reward you if you somehow manage it. What you wanted was to join in on all the fun, right? Well, if you win, I’ll allow you to jump in. How about that?" She couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of pity for her pathetic husband.

What could he even do anyway? Even if he did manage to join in, a size like his wouldn’t make a single dent in anything whatsoever!

"Gulp... okay, deal..." He nodded his head eagerly. The masked woman was clearly playing mind games with him... but there was no turning back now. After all, he was the one who had stepped up and proposed to join the action in the first place.

"Well then, please hold on for your dear life. I certainly don’t want to make your life miserable... honey."

"Huh...?" He froze completely. That specific tone of voice... that choice of word...

"So cute. Don’t space out like an idiot, honey. I am your wife right now, remember?"

"H-hm... but why... ahh!" He let out a sudden groan after she wrapped her soft fingers around his dick and began stroking it. She held a look of subtle disgust on her face, handling him almost as if she were touching some sort of slimy, poisonous creature, yet her touch remained firm.

"Don’t worry about a thing, honey. Just think of me as your real wife. Nothing will go wrong..."

"Ahhh... argh... o-okay... but..."

"What’s on your mind now?"

"N-no, I just can’t help but think about my actual wife..." He clutched his hands tightly onto the partition wall for support. The sensation of her fingers stroking him was entirely different from his own grip.

The delicate softness of her skin, the precise cadence of her movements—it felt so agonizingly familiar... almost as if she truly were his real wife!

"Do you like my fingerjob, honey?" She smiled, watching his tiny dick twitch. It was so small and pathetic that she found herself wondering how she had ever managed to convince herself she was satisfied with a size like that. ℯ

"Argh... yes, I do..."

"That’s a bad answer! The time left is still very long. Look here, you still need to hold out for another two minutes and forty seconds."

"Argh... I will hold out... I can do it..."

"Are you completely sure about that? There’s already a steady stream of transparent fluid leaking out from the tip." She placed her thumb directly over the sensitive head of his dick, moving it in slow, deliberate circles to maximize the friction.

"Ngh... I am fine... I can definitely do this... argh!" He gritted his teeth as hard as he could, fighting against the overwhelming surge of sensation. If he hadn’t already cum earlier in the night, lasting even thirty-nine seconds under this kind of direct stimulation would have been completely impossible for him.

"Yes, please do your very best to hold it in. Otherwise, you’re going to end up watching your real wife get fucked ruthlessly hard by the Savior. You definitely don’t want to witness something like that, right?"

"N-no... never..."

"Hehe, then go ahead and fight for it. Do your absolute best to keep that tiny dick intact."