Recording [R-18]

"Huh? What did you just say, young master Lucien?" Charlotte looks lost as she tries to process his words.

Lucien pressed his lips together. His eyebrows scrunched in a calculated expression. "I said spread your legs and go masturbate in front of me." his voice was cold and domineering.

"B-but, young master Lucien, this is break time," Charlotte stammered, her eyes darting nervously around the area. "There might be students coming around soon." Despite her anxious tone, Lucien detected a hint of excitement hidden beneath the surface of her emotions. It was as if she was enjoying this dangerous game of playing with fire.

"Isn't that why you should hurry?" Lucien retorted back coldly. "Hurry up!" Lucien urged.

"O-okay," Charlotte meekly agreed, reluctantly reaching down to touch her pussy. She was aware of how risky it was, given that they were in a public place during break time. But the thrill of being caught and the intensity of Lucien's cold gaze made her wetness even more evident.

Her pussy was still slick with her juices from her last orgasm, and as soon as she touched it, her fingers were immediately soaked wet. She slid one of her fingers inside and her ears were greeted by the lewd sounds of her wet flesh. And because she just orgasmed a couple of minutes ago, her private part was still sensitive. As a result, she couldn't resist the urge to moan as she thrust her finger in and out. "Ahh..!"

On another side, Lucien's penis was hard as a rock as he continued to stare and record the obscene scene that happened right in front of him.

"How does it feel, Charlotte?" Lucien's voice was harsh and condescending. "Masturbating like a cheap whore in public while being recorded for my pleasure. Are you getting off on the thought of being watched and used like a piece of meat?" He leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You're nothing but a filthy little slut, and you love every second of it, don't you?"

"Ahh..! Ah...! Yes...! I'm nothing but your exclusive whore," she moaned out in response to Lucien's dirty talk. Her body was on fire with desire, and the thought of being watched and recorded only added to her excitement.

Initially, Lucien was holding the camera with both hands, but as time passed, his left hand gradually slid down to his crotch. Before he knew it, he found himself stroking his shaft back and forth, enraptured by the sight of Charlotte pleasuring herself on the screen. The camera shook slightly as he struggled to maintain his grip, his breaths growing shallower with each passing moment.

At some points, Charlotte had inserted his second fingers in, and her moans grew louder as a result.

"Pinch your nipple with your other hand." Lucien suddenly ordered.

This time, Charlotte didn't even attempt to refuse him and immediately complied with his request. Her hand slid across the grass, leaving a trail of crushed blades, before it found her breast. She gave a soft gasp as her fingers closed around the plump mound, the warmth of her skin contrasting with the cool air. Lucien's gaze was fixated on her, his eyes dark with desire, as she began to knead and caress her breast, teasing her nipple with slow, circular motions. The sensation was electrifying, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan as pleasure spread throughout her body.

"Hmmm..."

"Ha...ha..."

Charlotte gasped for air as she continued to pleasure herself in both her sensitive places. Her fingers moved in a rhythm that matched the pace of Lucien's strokes.

"Open your mouth." Charlotte was lost in her pleasure when she heard Lucien's cold voice. Her misty eyes slowly looked up, and she saw Lucien's member, fully erect and positioned right in front of her open mouth. She couldn't resist the urge to take him in, and without any hesitation, she wrapped her lips around him and started sucking.

As she bopped her head back and forth, Lucien held his camera above her, capturing every detail of the lewd act. Charlotte's lips formed a perfect seal around his member as she bobbed her head with fervor, her eyes closed in ecstasy. The way her cheeks bulged and hollowed, and the sounds of her muffled moans were enough to drive any man to the brink of madness.

"Does my cock taste good?" Lucien couldn't help but comment when he saw how concentrated she was. In fact, she was so focused on pleasuring him that she had stopped masturbating a while ago.

Charlotte raised her gaze to meet Lucien's as his member remained lodged inside her mouth, her words coming out muffled yet sincere. "It's so delicious," she murmured, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. "The most delicious meat I've ever had."

As she said that, she nibbled, licked, and sucked his member as if it was a sweet lollipop.

"Have you tasted something similar to this before?" Lucien asked, his voice revealing his suspicion as he noticed the skilled way in which Charlotte was pleasuring him. He wondered if she had done this with other men before. Charlotte paused for a moment, her lips still wrapped around his member, before slowly releasing it from her mouth with a wet pop.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she asked, "What? Are you jealous now, young master Lucien?"

"No," Lucien responded with his still poker face. Nevertheless, his reddened ears betrayed his answer.

"Eh? But why did I sense a hint of jealousy in your words?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side with a playful smile.

Lucien cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed that his thoughts had been exposed. He had grown up in a rather conservative environment, so the idea of his partner having more sexual experience than him was a bit unsettling. However, since he had been assigned the task of building a harem by a goddess, he didn't really have a place to judge. It would be hypocritical if he said he was jealous.

Still, Lucien couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy towards those fortunate men who had experienced Charlotte's skilled ministrations before. It was a strange feeling for him, as he had never been the jealous type, but the thought of Charlotte pleasing other men made his blood boil.

Maybe he had grown affectionate and possessive of Charlotte, but who knows? It might be his hormone working since Charlotte was his first in everything except for sex in the context of a sensual relationship. As the saying goes, every first is an unforgettable moment.

As Lucien got caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Charlotte was beaming at him with a brilliant smile. Her eyes, like those of a fox, had curved into crescents as she chuckled uncontrollably, the sound of her laughter filling the air. "Puhaha!"

Lucien was immediately dragged back into reality when he heard her pearly laughter.

He watched her with a helpless expression. "What are you laughing at?"

Charlotte's laughter gradually subsided, and she wiped away her tears before responding. "Pfft, it's just so amusing to me," she said, her tone laced with disbelief. "Isn't it ironic that a notorious playboy like you is worried about something as superficial as my past partners? Are you kidding me?" She shook her head, still chuckling a little at the absurdity of the situation.

Lucien raised his eyebrows. "Who said that? I'm simply just curious. That's all."

"Is that so?" Charlotte tilted her head to the side. "I feel like you're not telling me the truth."

"Alright, perhaps I did said that out of jealousy." Lucien ultimately admitted.

Charlotte let out a brief chuckle and then flashed a mischievous smile at Lucien. "Ah, I see. Then, are you perhaps smitten with me now?" she asked, her voice laced with playful teasing. Her eyes twinkled with a myriad of emotions Lucien couldn't decipher.