Hancock’s Anxiousness

Hancock had always been stubborn and unwilling to give in completely. So, she ignored the middle-aged woman's words. It wasn't until now that she realized it was truly from the bottom of her heart.

Lakeman ignored what Hancock was thinking. He squinted his eyes, leaned back comfortably on the sofa, and relaxed his whole body. Unlike Hancock, who was stubborn and silent, doing this reluctantly, Stussy served him carefully, patiently, and gently. 

As the initial stiffness passed, she soon became completely warm, reminding Lakeman of the erotic films he watched in his youth. Inside and out, up and down, everywhere was taken care of. What's more, Stussy wouldn't rush him out. She took the initiative to adjust the pace, allowing Lakeman to enjoy the service to the fullest. In contrast, Hancock served with a cold face, performing tasks like a robot without any love in it.

'What an addictive service,' Lakeman's heart sighed. 'No wonder people in the past always said that young women are as good as they come but can't compete with trained women. It turns out that's the case!'

Lakeman also realized the benefits of an informed woman.

After an hour.

"Aahh," Lakeman suddenly held Stussy's hair and forcefully pushed her head down on his cock till her lips were kissing the base. Her eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly adjusted, allowing him to feel every inch of her warmth. Lakeman's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm with a mixture of dominance and desperation. He could feel the muscles in her throat working diligently, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

He didn't stop there. Lakeman continued to thrust, each motion slow and deliberate, drawing out his pleasure as long as possible. Stussy's eyes watered slightly, but she maintained her rhythm, matching his movements with practiced ease. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared intensity, Lakeman's breathing growing heavier, punctuated by the occasional groan of satisfaction.

"Mhhh… This is the ultimate enjoyment," Lakeman murmured, his voice a husky whisper. He held her like this for several more minutes, the tension building with each thrust until he finally reached his peak. With a final, forceful push, he came down her throat, shuddering from the intensity of his release. "Drink it all, Bitch," he commanded, his voice a blend of dominance and satisfaction.

"Gulp…gulp…"

'My mouth is sore!' Stussy thought, but she maintained a smile, showing no signs of discomfort. After finishing, she gently pulled away, licking her lips clean, and quickly left the hall. She walked into the women's room and rinsed her mouth with water several times before suppressing the smell. Then, she reapplied her lip makeup in front of the mirror.

'It's going to be hard to serve with such a lustful Celestial Dragon,' Stussy looked at herself in the mirror and sighed slightly. Such is the fate of spies. Whatever her superiors asked her to do, she had no choice but to do it. She couldn't say no.

'But is this Saint Lakeman really only ten years old?'

Stussy gently rubbed her face to soothe the sore muscles and raised her eyebrows in confusion. 'That size, it would be an exaggeration to call it an adult. As for his body and shape, he doesn't look like a ten-year-old child. More like a hunk of 16-18 years old!'

Stussy thought secretly in her heart. She felt like she had access to the secrets at the heart of the Celestial Dragon. This Saint Lakeman probably has an unusual identity.

'In the Celestial Dragons group, in addition to most of the fat pigs, there are also the Knights of God who were trained harshly... Could he be a future member?'

Stussy was lost in thought. As a CP0 agent, she knew about the existence of the Knights of God. But this knighthood is extremely mysterious, and selection and elimination are conducted in secret. Stussy couldn't get any information.

'This Saint Lakeman may be my breakthrough point to find out the deeper secrets of Celestial Dragons!' Stussy clenched her fists. She then put away her lipstick, carried her bag, and left quickly. She was responsible for organizing the auction house and planning the construction of areas 1 to 5. The workload was astonishing. Tonight, she will be dedicated to Saint Lakeman's room again. She had to hurry up and finish today's work.

In the hall, Lakeman put a foot on Hancock's thigh and enjoyed the massage service. His whole body was soft and very comfortable. Stussy's service just now was the most comfortable he had ever had. It seemed that from the inside out, from the depths of the bone marrow, there was a numbing and calming feeling.

'Are you loyal to Vegapunk…' Lakeman squinted his eyes, thinking. 'It doesn't matter, just eat her then train her to be my obedient slave. Besides, in my opinion, both Celestial Dragons and Im will be my enemies in the future, so what's one more Vegapunk? And it's not necessarily impossible for Vegapunk and me to collaborate.'

Lakeman was lost in thought. He glanced at Hancock, who was squeezing his leg next to him. Ever since Stussy appeared, Hancock had become unusually silent, as if she was being stimulated.

'That's a good thing too,' Lakeman chuckled inwardly. Appropriate stimulation can allow Hancock to better complete the change in mentality. He wants to get Hancock's whole body and mind. But mastering the mind requires an opportunity. The emergence of Stussy is such an opportunity.

'That should be enough for now,' Lakeman thought and looked away. His insight into the human heart was as if he understood it by himself without a teacher. It's like his true nature had been awakened. His identity as a Celestial Dragon broke his moral and legal shackles, allowing him to unbridledly reveal his inner greed and desire.

In the evening, Hancock accompanied her two sisters and enjoyed a special dinner. The food would help their bodies recover. After being cooked by professional chefs, it not only perfectly retained the effect but also increased the deliciousness, making people salivate. But Hancock seemed uninterested.

The servants were extremely capable of adapting to the changing circumstances. While walking in the afternoon, Hancock had already heard the whispers.

"Haha, that Hancock has finally fallen out of favor."

"She looks very high all day long and doesn't know who she belongs to!"

"That's right, no slave consciousness at all."

"I have long disliked her."

"If it weren't for Lord Lakeman, she was just a slave. How could she enjoy such good resources?"

"The thought of servicing a slave every day makes me sick."

Malicious words were circulated among the servants. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, these words reached Hancock's ears. Hancock clenched her fists. She could already imagine the harsh expressions on other people's faces. But there was no way to refute it. 

She did rely on Lakeman's love and never considered herself a slave. She just had to be a little more careful when facing Lakeman. For other people, she didn't pay attention at all. She even felt that those people were here to serve her.

"Sister, don't you have an appetite today?" Boa Sandersonia asked.

"Yes, the fried rice in the bowl has not been touched!" Boa Marigold added.

Her two sisters were unaware of Hancock's worry and uneasiness.

"I'm a little distracted. Sister, let's eat now." Hancock turned around with a smile and swallowed heavily. She didn't want her two innocent sisters to bear the same psychological pressure. She could only pretend to be happy.

Dinner was over. Hancock came to the garden, stretched her body, and ate slowly. No one yelled at her to do anything. They didn't remind her when Master Lakeman would go to bed, so she could prepare in advance. Nothing at all. The huge group of servants and housekeepers seemed to have forgotten her.

"I told you, didn't I, Hancock."

The middle-aged woman walked out of the darkness with a pitiful expression on her face. 

"Everything you have now is based on the master's love for you... So you need to accept your current identity, erase your resistance, and express your feelings from the bottom of your heart. Respond to the master's love."

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