Lesson Learned

[MR. Q]

Startled nearly out of his skin, Ivan lets out an involuntary yelp as Amon bursts into his shower stall unannounced, sending water splashing everywhere. His heart hammers in his chest as a rush of adrenaline floods his system, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"What the bloody hell, girl?" Ivan roars, hastily covering his nude form with one hand while pointing accusingly at Amon with the other, his face beet-red with surprise and indignation. "You can't just barge in here like some sort of madwoman!"

Ivan's brows furrow as he takes in the sight of Amon carrying the visibly exhausted and distraught-looking model-girl, a sly grin still painted on his maid's features. A sense of unease prickles the back of Ivan's neck, his instincts screaming that whatever harebrained scheme Amon's concocted is bound to end poorly.

"Uuuuhmm, who is that?" He asked.

"Oh, this is Marina, my latest victim," Amon announces with a flourish, dragging the protesting model into the shower stall and forcing her to her knees before Ivan's drenched cock. "She's quite the feisty one, but I managed to tame her nicely during our match earlier."

Amon steps back, admiring her handiwork with a critical eye. "I thought she'd make a lovely pet for you, Master. Don't you agree?"

A loud facepalm echoed in the shower stall.

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Marina body felt sluggish ever since she was forced to follow her victories opponent to an unknown location for her. Her senses felt shot, mostly likely due to the overwhelming orgasm that were forced out of her inexperienced body. So she’d followed Amon, using her as a support so that she wouldn’t fall since her leg strength were too exhausted to even hold her up anymore.

As time passed, they make their way to the showers-specifically the men’s. A tad embarrassed, Marina blushed as she tried shutting her eyes to hopefully make herself believe that she wasn’t there. It was a bit surprising that Marina could still be this flustered despite the match she had just gone through.

All of a sudden, Amon leg picked up and kicked open one of the stalls which held one of the many wrestlers at law. After that, Amon and him began to chat with Marina only picking up on a few parts since her exhaustion was starting to put a toll on her body. The last thing she heard was something on the lines of a pet for master or something like that with the sound of a face slap following soon after.

Unsure of what to do, she awkwardly wave with her free hand and quietly say, ”umm…Hi….Im….M-Marina…”

[MR. Q]

Ivan rubs his temples, exasperated by the bizarre situation unfolding before him. He glances down at Marina, noting her disheveled appearance and glassy-eyed gaze.

"H-hey there, Marina," Ivan says nervously, "Looks like you've had quite the rough day, huh?"

Amon's eyes sparkle with delight as she observes Ivan's gentle interaction with Marina, pleased to see her master's softer side emerge.

"It warms my heart to see you show compassion, Master," Amon remarks with a warm smile, her voice tinged with genuine affection.

Apologetically interrupting Ivan's moment of connection with Marina, Amon nudges the model's shoulder, urging her onto her knees.

"Forgive me, Master, but I should attend to you immediately after the match. Why don't you let Marina here learn firsthand how to properly worship your cock?" Amon suggests with a playful wink.

Turning her focus back to Ivan's throbbing member, Amon leans in to take him into her mouth, setting a steady pace and humming contentedly as she pleases her master. Glancing back at Marina, Amon makes sure to meet her gaze, silently conveying the expectation for her to imitate the skilled oral techniques demonstrated by her.

Watching with growing incredulity, Ivan hesitates before ultimately allowing Amon to lead the charge in showcasing her sexual expertise to Marina.

"A-anyway..." Ivan trails off lamely, clearly uncertain about his role in these twisted proceedings unfolding under his watch.

Despite the confusing circumstances and his initial resistance, Ivan can't deny that witnessing Amon work her oral magic always sends a thrill coursing through him.

"Ah...yeah...keep going..." He mutters softly, resigning himself to letting Amon steer the scenario.