2 Sinner Of Lust [Brief R-18]

The night was windy, but the gush wasn't strong enough to dim the sound of the ecstasy-filled moaning that was coming from a certain high-class condo.

"Yroa~ Yroa~! Yroa… More~!"

"Sarah~ have you forgotten to not utter my name, unless you want me to be more rough with you, right?" Despite his youthful appearance, his voice was femininely mature and deep with a hint of raspiness. When he talked, it's like he was speaking directly into your ears, making you feel warm and tingly inside. "You're making this hard for yourself, Sarah."

The rhythmic clapping was loud, rippling the jiggly flesh of Sarah's violated rear.

"Yes! I want it! That's why—I have been calling your name, again, and again, and again—aaahn~!"

As Yroa savagely pounded into Sarah's tight, wet core from behind, she could feel every inch of his thick shaft stretching her out in ways that made her gasp for breath. She had never been with someone like him before—so dominating, so brutally masculine despite his effeminate exterior. His touch was both tender and cruel, sending shivers down her spine as he pulled her hair back and leaned forward, whispering filthy things into her ear.

"You want me more than your tame boyfriend, isn't that right? Of course I'm right~! Your body has been saying it all the time!" Yroa growled, thrusting deeper inside her. His sadistic squinted gaze and grimace was akin to that of a devil, guiding Sarah into the forbidden fruit. The devilish curling of his left lips was akin to a warning that none of his words should be trusted. Yet, why was every word coming out from his tongue tasted as delicious as ambrosia itself? "But I want to hear it directly from your lips. Admit it, Sarah. I'm everything you need~ even if I don't need you, because you're the one that is on the receiving side, the one who beg things from me~"

It was like drowning in a sea of ambrosial pleasure, each wave pulling her further under. Sarah felt herself slipping away, losing herself in the depths of her own desires. She was a ship lost at sea, tossed around by the tempestuous currents of Yroa's relentless display of pyrite love.

She moaned, eyes-rolled, drool escaping—she was pleasantly writhing beneath him as he continued to ravish her body. Yroa then pulled one of her legs and smoothly shifted her body position from facing down to facing the ceiling. Chuckling, he forcefully leaned forward, all while pistoning her meticulously to hit every erroneous spot, grabbing both of her legs to the sky to perform an effective mating press.

The only thing that Sarah was allowed to see was his slim, androgynous, yet domineering body—alongside the most beautiful face she ever saw, laced with a devilish smile that was devoid of light, always rolling his vice like a dice as he tossed it from his tongue.

This wasn't just about pleasure anymore; there was something darker, deeper at play here. Something primal and animalistic that spoke to a part of her soul she didn't even know existed.

And then Yroa said it. The words that sent a jolt of fear and desire through Sarah all at once.

"I want you to say it, Sarah. Say that you want my seed inside you. That you want to carry my child."

Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. But there was something about the way he looked at her, something in the fierce intensity of his pitch-black gaze, that made her nod reluctantly.

"Yes... Yes, I want your baby, Yroa~!" Uncaring about the world that was hidden from thrill and lust, she smiled as she succumbed. "Let it all in! Let it all inside me!"

Yroa grinned wickedly, driving himself even harder into her as she cried out in pleasure and delightful pain. And as they came together, their bodies twisting and convulsing in perfect harmony, Sarah knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Yroa had taken hold of her heart, her mind, and now her very being itself. There was no turning back from this—only the wild ride ahead, filled with passion, submission, and the knowledge that she belonged completely to this powerful, seductive creature who called himself Yroa.

Or that was what she initially hopped fully.

"Hah! Too bad~ I've been using a condom this time around too." Smirking promiscuously, Yroa dangled the densely filled condom in between his fingers, ignoring the overwhelmed woman with her head slumping to the side with spilling drool on the bed right in front of him. "Yet you're enjoying it, too much to the point that you forgot about it. Your boyfriend will be really sad if he hears this, you know?"

"Uuurgh…"

"Next time, try a little bit harder to keep a clear mind. It's hard for me to not tease you otherwise~"

While Sarah was trying to recuperate her thoughts and body, Yroa sneakily slunk out of the view, putting on casual clothes and grabbed a bag full of ingredients that he bought before coming here.

With the condo owner still in a daze, Yroa came to the large kitchen that was connected to the whole main hall of this housing.

The kitchen counter was clean, but there was no sign of proper usage, with all of the equipment and utensil still as pristine as new. 

The trashcan near the kitchen was filled with boxes from takeouts and many other fast foods, showing that Sarah probably hadn't eaten anything homemade once in a while.

"Fuiyoh, she got a wok!" Yroa proceeded to pull a stray chair to claim the wok hanging high on the kitchen's wall above the counter—his stature only makes up to 160 cm in height, after all. "As expected, it isn't seasoned yet. Guess I might as well~"

Sarah didn't even know that her kitchen was currently being borrowed by the gremlin, as she went instinctively for a short nap after the hustle and tussle. After a half hour or so, the sounds and scent lingering on her condo disrupted her from her sleep.

"Mmmm…?"

"Ah, you're awake?" said the person that brought her into the pleasure town just a while ago. "Wait a little bit, sweetheart, I assure you that this will be great."

The air was thick with the tantalizing aroma of exotic spices, as the soft humming of the stove fan mixed harmoniously with the rhythmic chopping sound coming from the cutting board. 

With delicate precision, he placed four boneless and flattened cornish game hens onto the sizzling hot surface of the wok. As they began to take on a lovely golden color, he added a generous helping of thinly sliced foie gras to the mix. The combination created a mouthwatering contrast between the tender meat and velvety texture of the liver delicacy.

Next, Yroa reached for a handful of fresh ingredients that he prepared: Garlic, lemongrass, coriander seeds, black peppercorns, turmeric powder, tamarind concentrate, ginger, chili peppers, and cilantro leaves. 

"Hmm, there's no mortar and pestle, but there is a mixer. Welp, not the best, but better than nothing." He then shouted from the kitchen, knowing well that Sarah was awake, "Sweetie, can I use your mixer?"

"Ah, feel free to use it!" Sarah shouted back, even though she was still in the daze from the intense workout that she just got. At the same time, she wondered why Yroa asked for permission to use her mixer, even though it was obvious that he had already claimed the whole kitchen.

Soon enough, all of those ingredients mixture was turned into a smooth paste. 

This fragrant concoction was something that one wouldn't be too familiar with unless they were in a certain asian traditional housing or restaurant.

With a flourish, he poured the spicy blend into the wok, igniting a symphony of flavors that mingled seamlessly with the aromatic smell of lemongrass and the thin yet distinctive tanginess of the tamarind paste. 

He continued to work his witchcraft, adding chunks of pineapple that was already cooked together with caramelizing chili paste. 

He then added diced onions, and other exotic ingredients to create a medley of textures and tastes. Finally, he combined the dish with rice noodles and finished off with a homemade concoction of a pad thai sauce using the excess tamarind paste, fish sauce, palm sugar, oyster sauce, all in appropriate measurement, and then three tablespoon of water—which perfectly balanced the sweetness, sourness, saltiness, and umami notes of the dish!

With all things done, came the plating—the presentation for the owner of the condo. It was nothing too grand, splashes and meticulous strokes of the sauce and other parts of the ingredients there and there, but enough to look like it was actually served from a three-stars Michelin restaurant.

And if someone wanted another serving, they could just get extra since there were still a lot of them on the big plate. 

"You can come to the table now~" Yroa called with everything ready on the table.

After rinsing herself with a shower and putting on her casual clothing, Sarah was sheepishly summoned to the dining table of her own condo, still fatigued from the session that she had a half hour ago.

The exoticaly viscous aroma alone awakened Sarah from her fatigue. She didn't really have much expectation when she got awoken by the noise, but the scene increased that hope. 

And then she saw this otherworldly creature darting a smile as if he was her mother from the kitchen counter, and now she was here, exposed to a dish befitting that of an art, made in her house, and by this beautiful yet adorable individual that was sitting across the table with chin supported by his crossed fingers, gazing at her with anticipation to taste the offering that was placed in front of her.

Regardless of the angle, Yroa's face looks ravishing and stunning, pristine white skin, with his well-cared chin-length black bob cut and straight front bangs sitting right above the viscous eyelashes—especially with that close-eyed smile that didn't throw any devilish words and profanities, even though she didn't mind it either way.

This exposure of him after what they did just a half hour ago didn't even let Sarah dared to ask what kind of dish that was in front of her. 

Flustered, she went for a bite.

"MMM!!"

"How is it?"

"It's sooo guoooah, a little bit spwicy, but guoooh!" Sarah let out a waterfall of tears as she savored the coalescing experience that was happening in her mouth. It didn't take a while until she energetically went for another bite, and another, and another. "Iws it owkay!? I didn't pway for awll of thwis!"

"Now, now, seeing you smile was enough of a payment as it is. Just think of it as my treat apart from the service."

"Huweee! Thwank ywuuuu!"

While she was happily eating, Sarah barraged numerous insults and dissatisfaction of his current boyfriend that wasn't even available for their first-year anniversary yesterday.

"After he got a new job, he has been texting me less and less, and I'm barely getting any proper reply even though I'm worried about him, and even after I gave him a time to be alone for a couple of days, thinking that the sourness might go away since he didn't share anything about it with me!" At this point, it looked as if she was stress-eating, while crying because of both her boyfriend and the food that she was chewing relentlessly. "Then, I thought that I made some mistakes so I tried my best to become better and be more attentive and understanding of him, but he didn't even recuperate it, as if I'm the only one who wants to maintain this relationship!"

"Hmm, I see that you're nearly on your breaking point. But have you made any serious conversation about this with him?"

"... No, most of them are only in text, and I'm afraid to push it further when we're meeting together."

"While it might be the best course of action to give freedom to your partner, if there isn't any visible result, a proper eye-to-eye discussion is needed. Sometimes a man can be a little stubborn. And since most men aren't as open as you ladies in a friend gathering, a larger push into his comfortable space just to show how care you are and be there to comfort him can make more than a small difference."

"That is, true…"

"It's only proper for one to reach out to another when one side isn't as willing. Not to mention, a prolonged exposure in the dark will only stimulate the mind to throw darts without any guidance—don't you think that it is better to talk to him directly instead of stressing yourself on what may or may not be the case? 

"The unknown might feel safer than the truth, but it's more harmful in most cases." Still donning his confident smile, he gestured one of his hands forward from his chin. "Regardless of whether you end up continuing your relationship with him or breaking up, all that matters is that you made a judgment chosen by your own fortified conscience, a result made only after you get a clear saying from both of your hearts so that a reliable conclusion can be drawn."

"I was scared of the truth back then, that I might be the one who was in the wrong, so I never confronted him directly." Sarah sighed, still crying because of the food since it had been a while since she ate anything this good, not a single tear was for his boyfriend. "But yeah, maybe I should become braver to see what direction I will go next, after facing him…"

"Atta girl~!"

"But uhm, can I become your girlfriend instead if it turns out that we ended up breaking up?" Sarah pushed the tips of her index finger to one another in a shy manner. "You know, I don't even mind, not being the only one too…"

"Hmm~ as much as I wanted to, you're still my client, and I need to maintain my professionality in my line of work." Yroa basically rejected her offer, but not in any demeaning way. "Of course, you're still free to book me, albeit I can be a little bit busy at the end of the month and the next."

"True, I also don't want to get hunted by your fans and other customers," Sarah wryly said with a hint of dread, since sometimes she forgot that the person in front of her was someone that was brimming with an obsessive fan base on the internet. "Thinking about it alone reminds me why I was dead drunk when I booked one of your services… Not that I mind now that I have experienced it."

Pseudonym 'Yroa'.

He was basically one that could be called an abnormally successful 'online prostitute'. 

At first, Yroa started hooking for clients through all sorts of sites, social media, and personal connections until he was popular enough to take orders from his own website—at the same time, while also maintaining a life as one of the popular online personalities despite his originally dubious line of work.

From becoming a model, having a successful VidTube channel, to being a host on a television program—one would often forget that he firstly earned most of his money from pleasuring curious womens and some distressed individual like Sarah who wanted to pent up her stress. 

Not to mention, he was also the top 5 grossing earner of a certain promiscuous website where people could pay for a membership and other special, yet privately lewd content sometimes. He could buy a yacht and a mansion if he wanted to with those alone, but his lifestyle was quite frugal than one might expect of a wealthy figure like him.

On the extra note, he also loved exquisite food just like how he loved his women and clients, hence his passion for cooking as a second primary hobby.

"And you choose the 'I want to be dominated' option, heh." Yroa cheekily chuckled. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so into it either since you're so nervous and shy at first. It's adorable, you know?"

"Urgh, don't remind me… I just still can't believe that I ended up committing to this. I'm still in a relationship and all. And despite the circumstances, it still feels wrong."

"Do you regret it?"

"Kinda… not?"

"Happy to know~!" A mere wide smile from him was enough to entrap any man and woman who saw it this close. "Cheating is bad, and I don't condone it either, but I think that a relationship that leads to such a thing is an obvious sign that there is some jarring problem in plain sight. Regardless of where you fall into the categories, all sides can still take it as a lesson to lead themselves into a better lifestyle and status quo, no?"

"And what does that make you in this scenario?" Sarah nervously grinned, wondering what was on the mind of a person such as him, who probably had his share of problems in his line of work.

"A devil you sold your soul to!"

"... Is there any devil that is this gorgeous and adorable?"

"That makes me a living proof of it."

"A devil won't give proper relationship advice…"

"Maybe I'm a kind devil, who knows?" Yroa giggled. "Give a wolf a sheep-like apparel, doesn't make him any sheep on the inside outside of his appearance."

"With that analogy, then what does that make me?"

"A sheep."

"So you're saying that your kindness is a lie?"

"The material for the sheep-like clothing isn't fake though. Otherwise, it won't be this convincing and warm, no?"

"Manipulative men can say the same thing, and they might pass the lie-detection test without taking the test too, you know?"

"Can they be as good as I am in the bed, though."

"... Good point."

Yroa was also known for his wisely eccentric yet endearingly charismatic personality, a thing that made people forget his background when his gorgeous face was shown on their screen. And despite being successful enough to fully retire at the age of 26, he still stuck around within his own 'self-prostitution' website, claiming that he likes doing it for the thrill it gives, while many show an appreciation for his work since he was extremely good at it.

Of course, he had a great share of haters, but he also had an equal amount of protective and volatile fanbase defending him. Those fans surprisingly consisted of both male and female in quite a balanced ratio, even though he only serviced womens in his promiscuous line of work.

Still a weird thing to make a riot on the internet for sure.

Then again, a fetish for a reliable, femininely adorable and beautiful man with a big gun snaking to the side of his pants was something that many didn't expect to explode on the internet in this day and age.

In the age where society was always in conflict with itself.

"Uuuh, this might be a little bit off topic." Sarah nervously smiled, gazing away from Yroa's entrancing face and demeanor. "Can I still be your friend? Uhm, you know, friend as in friend, since you're comforting to talk with, but also friend as in friend with benefits? Of course! I will book you properly first! And I might suggest my friend to try your service out, uhm, is it okay for me to be friends with you?"

At this point, Sarah might as well have already been keen on ditching his boyfriend.

"Fufufu, the pleasure has always been mine~"

"Yay!"

"Go settle your problem with your boyfriend first, I suggest. It will be less of a guilt with you confirming what you want to do in the future after you're finished deciding on whether your current relationship is a cage, or a lush open meadow. Never compromise on anything after only getting a taste of it once."

"Is that advice coming from an experience?"

"Who knows, not all wisdom needs to be acquired through experience."

In just one night, Sarah experienced having a reliable friend, a boyfriend, the equivalent of meeting a celebrity, and what it felt like being dominated to the kingdom's come. A money well spent, and she got a free meal and a therapy session on top of that too.

They talked about a lot of things for a while, until midnight was near and it was time for Yroa to leave and service another of his regular clients.

"Anyway, I had a fun night~" Not long after, Yroa was already wearing his all-black clothes that fit him tightly. His suit and coat looked expensive, and his shoes had quiet soles. He carried himself confidently and smoothly, making him look both stylish and dangerous at once. Overall, he seemed like a person that one wouldn't want to mess with, even with his youthfully feminine face. It won't stop people from seeing him as female at first glance, however. "Feel free to book me if you want me to accompany you through the night again."

"Uuuurgh, I already ordered your service and it said that I will get it three months later…!"

"Ahaha, patience will take you far. Of course, don't mistake patience with inaction." He then muttered the last sentence to himself, "That's just being lazy."

"Still, thank you for coming today!" Sarah waved as he cried that it ended. "And thank you for the meal too!"

Yroa simply waved back as he walked toward the elevator.

With a wide poker-faced smile on his face, he left the rich-people's condos area with an invigorated joy and libido, ready for another round when he reached his next destination.

As he went down the elevator, he had already called for a taxi through an online app.

Now outside, the only thing he had to do now was to wait while the wind caressed his clothes and black-pitch hair.

"Ah, what a cutie she was, can't wait to turn her into a hopeless regular, hehehe~"

Coming from a rather poor background which then led to a transference of family onto that of a middle class thanks to his ravenously pretty face, Yroa had gone through many trials and errors until he reached his current mark of history. He knows how it felt to be poor, and he also knows how it felt to be ostracized because of his appearance, leading him to hate his very own blessing like it was a curse until he came to a term with it in high school.

He then relentlessly self-trained himself on all sorts of things that could be used alongside his more-than-average appearance. And since he was keen on taking his root as a proper man with him, albeit without the masculinity—this was the path that he took ever since.

After all, starting a new business in this day and age is cruel and relentless, and taking student debt to get a degree or a diploma won't necessarily land a person on a lavish and worthwhile job.

Long story short, it wasn't easy for him to come this far, even with his blessed face.

As such, he hoped that this status quo would last forever until his beauty wilted from old age. 

"Mmm, it's here."

He happily opened the door to the backseat and entered his ordered taxi. 

The driver was confused on whether he was escorting a youthful woman or a man, until he took another good look in the rear-view mirror, since that bob-cut was quite iconic to a certain famous person. Without looking back, the driver gave Yroa the blank-white side of a random pamphlet that he had laying around, alongside a marker within the same grip.

"You're one of my favorite VidTuber," said the driver with a nervous smile, implying to ask for an autograph from Yroa. "I know that you're busy with your, ehem, but your latest collaborations have been really entertaining so far, especially your traveling vlog on Bali!"

Without batting an eye on his fingers, Yroa swiftly autographed the given media canvas like he had already done it countless times. "Thank you~! I really appreciate it for liking my content." He then gave the pamphlet back as the taxi driver bowed in gratefulness. "There won't be any traveling vlog this year, but I plan to hit more collaborations since many have been inviting me to it. You can stay tuned to that."

"Thank you so much for giving me this chance!"

They immediately hit the road not long after. Since that interaction, much of the journey was quiet with only occasional conversations of certain things.

At a certain point, Yroa was struck by sleepiness.

"Ah. Mister, wake me up when we arrive, alright?"

"I'll sure do!"

Outside of the constant online death threats and occasional harrasment he received time to time, the only nightmare that Yroa possessed was the imagery of his own death, and the torture that awaits him—for he was the sinner of lustful indulgence, unsatiated and indomitable until he tasted every luscious womens on Earth using his non-alarmingly feminine and exotic allure.

Yes, to die now after all of those hard-earned efforts would be the most despairing moment of his life.

He hoped everyday that his life wouldn't end abruptly, since he still had a lot of people to meet—and a lot of food to eat.

None of the things he acquired and achieved were taken by him for granted.

"Mmm." Yroa was awoken mid-journey, letting his sleepy eyes wander around. "I wonder if there is any-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a nearby truck demolished the taxi without any warning, right after speeding from a faraway section of road.