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Idia’s wake spirit returned to her body from her dreamful state, in which she noticed she was lying on her back, her eyes sighted onto the top corner of her room when she first opened them. This was a new experience for Idia, waking up on her back well-rested. She could only speculate as to why, but whenever she slept on her back, she only encountered nightmares, her earthly position making it easy for spirits to tie her motionless like on a torture rack. Either that or she felt her sleeping spirit being ripped across space at high speeds, so high in fact that she feared she would not have enough time to find her way back to her body or would get lost in the attempt.
However, this time she slept quite well, and she had a familiar thought enter her mind this morning, a thought that probably wasn’t unique to her. Is this really my life? She thought, staring at the blank corner of her Ignihyde dorm room. Though she wasn’t burdened by anything negative happening, recent events, or a cascade of events, made her life feel equally surreal. It’s been a month and a half after her overblot, and in the process of recovery, in-between having been forced to attend STYX’s mandatory evaluations, she managed to finally, actually, get a real 3D boyfriend. And oh yeah, he was Vil Schoenheit, the idol heartthrob for Seven’s knows how many girls and is already a known movie star.
Okay now, to be totally fair, Idia herself wasn’t quite sure who she was selling this to. She barely knew who Vil was when she first met him. I mean, sure she heard him mentioned in casual conversations, and she dreaded interacting with him in any form due to both his looks and popularity, but most of what Idia had learned of him came from their time in NRC.
She tried to use this fact to her advantage when they evaluated her for physical and mental constitution at STYX, emphasizing the trial. Look! I’m not socially maligned! I got a boyfriend all on my own, see? I’m not asocial!
It didn’t quite cut it, because even the bored staffers knew that the sequence of events just seemed a little too fortunate for there to NOT have been a romantic spark.
A young handsome man saves Idia in the last second while she attempts suicide? Yeah, Idia hadn’t even simulated a scenario so self-centered in one of her role-playing games; she wasn’t that pathetic.
But oh well, this is what happened, and she could live with it with embarrassment for the rest of her life if Vil hadn’t continued to bother her afterwards. Indeed, Vil’s concern for Idia had taken a more active role. He wanted to know the ins and outs at her job at STYX, and he started grilling her on her future and plans. As he has already experienced it himself, Vil found himself indebted to study overblots and new methods for recovery.
Vil was one of those types where once he gets passionate about something, it becomes hard to latch him off that topic, focusing all of his attention on becoming perfect, or as he learned recently- as perfect as any of us can be.
He thus first shared what he learned with Idia, reminding her she was not alone in this recovery.
Vil didn’t look down on her or ridicule her for her mistakes, but he didn’t turn a blind eye to it either, as without guidance Vil didn’t even need to be there for Idia. And Idia in return found herself becoming more trusting towards Vil.
They decided to go through the STYX evaluation together, except with only two of them, and the staff went so far as to suggest they keep track of each other’s progress.
Vil wasn’t so interested in circling X’s in his notebook or measuring the blood levels in Idia’s body post OB (why would he anyways? If Vil remembered correctly, blot only made Idia stronger. But it gives him a rare chance to observe Idia’s routine and join her. This followed them back to their dorms as well. There were obvious things he had to get out of the way first: Vil unknotted her hair and removed the smouldering blot experiments inside her room, clearing it of that pungent smell using his alchemy skills.
In the midst of all of that, India felt like she was somehow railroaded onto the perfect visual novel endings. They did sweet domestic things together, brushing teeth side by side, cooking each other meals (Vil, mostly), and watching movies cuddled up under bed covers- with Vil trying to expand Idia’s tastes.
And now they were waking up together. Idia had never seen the transition happen to being a couple, but it was evident now. The only reason she felt so comfortable now was because the smell of Vil was all over her bed right now.
She was wearing one of Vil’s sleeping robes, with Vil’s arm draped over her head.
When she turned around, she could see the red, wet stain she left on Vil’s shoulder from her face being smushed against it while sleeping.
Vil’s own arm felt a bit sore from Idia’s head resting on top of it. Vil rolled over as he felt Idia shift, indicating she was slowly waking up, chuckling, and pressing their foreheads together.
“You look distraught, Idia. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… J-Just a bit surprised… You usually wake up earlier and leave me," Idia admitted, turning towards Vil as well, her flamey blue hair tickling him.
A couple of hours later, Idia was seated in front of her obscenely complicated gaming set, with Vil peeking over her shoulder.
“Say… We haven’t continued that session in one of your games. Why not? I felt like I was just getting into my Elf Paladin character," Vil spoke.
“N-No… I do like playing with you; it’s just… You get way too into the role, and I-I kind of can’t keep up. I’m much more of a grinding, challenge-run type, you know?” Idia replied, eliciting a laugh from Vil.
“Oh, and why is it that it bothers you? I’m not asking you to play a certain way, and this is your realm anyway, isn’t it? Are you going to step away from it so easily because of me, just after I joined you on your adventures?” Vil asked
“N-No, no! That’s not it!” Idia quickly replied, correcting herself.
“No matter, but I did have another type of role-playing game in mind that I hope you indulge me in," Vil spoke, and Idia was quite surprised that Vil had a fondness for any video game. Why didn’t he tell her sooner?
“T-The great Vil-shi plays RPGs too? W-Wait… It’s something you played when you were a child, right…? That must be it. What is it called? I’m quite familiar with many retro titles!”
Vil simply laughed. “It’s nothing like that, in fact…” Vil paused. “Well, let’s say you’ll find out soon enough.” After offering that cryptic response, Vil left Idia to sit on her own, suddenly feeling self-conscious of how her spine was bent into her chair while she still lounged in her underwear at 2 in the afternoon. She wondered what Vil had in plan.
Even though they cohabitate, Vil still had to attend to his responsibilities as housewarden, so later on during the day the couple saw each other periodically between classes.
After classes Idia liked to spend most of her free time in her workshop surrounded by her half-finished projects. It was as messy as her own room, with tools, rarely used machines, and scrap everywhere with little to no organization. She was wearing an old black sports bra that she wasn’t worried about getting dirty. Below, Idia was wearing a pair of faded blue work pants, with her hoodie tied around her waist.
Despite the sensitivity and complexity of the technomagical equipment she was working with, Idia didn’t leave much of her effort towards more comfort. The technomatic cores and supercritical cooling systems were hard at work, yet it didn’t take long for her workshop to become hot and humid in no time. The excess heat made Idia sweat and doused her body in an even more unpleasant odor, adding to the soot, powder, and grease marks on her clothes and skin.
Idia was in the midst of taking apart a mechanical technomatic arm when she suddenly heard the door to her workshop roll up, causing her to jerk in fear. She turned around to see Vil pull inside with a blastcabrio, a fancy car running on the same technomagic principle as her other components. Though she doesn’t remember having anything like this in her garages… Where did he get this from? And why her shop of all places? She didn’t know him to be the most enthusiastic about cars anyhow.
She then saw him step out, and he was dressed a bit, uncharacteristically. Vil was wearing a light blue, short-sleeved cropped t-shirt with white trims on the sleeves and neckline. On the bottom he had high-waisted pink pants cinched tight by a pink belt. He wore multiple necklaces with heart-shaped and crescent charms. His hair was open and wild, styled in soft, loose waves up to his shoulders. He closed the door to his car and looked at Idia before removing a lollipop from his mouth, his lips glossy. He was going to kill her.
"V-Vil, what’s going on here…?? I-Is this a hidden camera type of…” Idia trailed off, settling her tools to the side and trailing off with her gaze fixed to Vil.
“Good evening, ma’am~ Are you a mechanic lady? My car has been giving me trouble real bad…” Vil’s voice was rolling off his tongue lazily, a small vocal fry being heard from his lips.
But more importantly for Idia, why was Vil addressing her like he didn’t know her??
“I-I don’t want to be a part of your sick game- !" Idia’s heart beat faster in her chest, staring at Vil’s exposed midriff and holding her arms cocked to throw a dirty rag at him. She averted her eyes, blushing.
Vil blinked a few times in faux astonishment, clasping his hands together and pleading with Idia
“Please, ma’am…! If I don’t get this car up and running… I-I won’t be able to make it to an important meeting, and my tour will be cancelled! Please, you’re the only one who can save me!” Vil got onto his knees in front of Idia and looked up at her with hopeful eyes.
At least now Idia knew Vil was playing an act for sure… And he wasn’t infected by some mind virus or unique magic that made him do embarrassing things. This was probably what he was referring to when he said he wanted to show her his roleplaying skills later today.
“O-Okay, I will fix it… "For you," Idia began and ushered Vil to get up from his knees. A huge grin grew on his face. It looked so genuine it was almost creepy how well Vil got into the act.
“T-Thank you so much!” Vil jumped enthusiastically in place as Idia was busy gathering her toolboxes.
“So like… It makes this weird huffing sound whenever I step on the brakes… Like…PFF, PFF… You know? It didn’t use to do that before~."
Vil explained as best as he could, which was to say - not very well. Idia never heard Vil make sounds to describe things or speak so…valley girl. He was clearly putting on the dumb blond act for Idia. Which in turn suggested to her what kind of role she was supposed to get into.
“Hmmpf… Moogle says it’s… Probably the wheel thingie, or was it the transmission thingie?” He giggled nervously. “Hehe, I-I’m sorry, ma’am… It’s not coming to me right now… It was um… Oh yeah! The bearing! Is that something you can fix, ma’am?”
Vil squeezed his arms together and gently rolled his shoulders while he continued to look at Idia with mischievous eyes, like a child expecting a parent to promise them new toys for their birthday.
“I-I’ll see what I can do. You just stay back while I work, cutie."
Idia gripped her torque wrench tightly as a blush began to spread across her face. She very well knew that she would never address a client like this no matter how cute they were. That is, under normal circumstances. However, seeing Vil act this helpless and dumb for her made Idia feel more confident, even if it sounds evil saying it out loud.
Idia thinks she gets the gist, mostly. She was supposed to be the sleazy mechanic, right…? Normally she would feel slightly offended, but what was the use of defending herself in front of Vil like this? She was a pervert; Vil knew she was. This could prove to be therapeutic for Idia; she simply has to stay with the scene and not suddenly pounce on Vil.
It was going to take every fiber of her willpower not to do that, but she felt like she was going to be rewarded sooner or later. She wasn’t going to let him act this fucking slutty in her garage and just let him leave like it was nobody’s business.
But that was for later, first… She was supposed to diagnose whatever the hell was wrong with this car. Wait, was there even anything wrong? Probably not; she doubts Vil had actually damaged this expensive car.
Of course, her expertise was part of the make-believe play as well. But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t make it realistic.
Idia popped open the hood of the cabriolet and dared a glance inside, wiping her brow. She removed the engine cover, filters, and other non-essential parts to get an easier view of the engine. Her eyes darted to the timing chain and distributor.
“Say dearie, why don’t you turn the engine on for me? Be my little helper." Idia’s concentrated face disappeared and reverted back to her toothy smile as she reverted her attention back to Vil.
“Right away, miss~” Vil happily skipped into the seat and started the engine, giving Idia a chance to see how the engine moves while running.
She checked to see if the engine drive belt had any issues; she gave a visual signal to Vil to get the car onto the alignment rack, allowing the car to accelerate while staying in place.
“Alright, now give it a little gas." Idia watched as the clutch clicked on and off.
The blue-haired girl wanted to confirm her suspicions, periodically asking Vil to turn the engine on and off.
She was getting a bit engrossed in her make-believe work; she was certain something was a bit off with the brake booter or the CV joints, but she didn’t relay much to Vil. She was now elbow-deep in engine oil and other greasy stuff while working on this.
She was about to order Vil to step out so they could get the vehicle on the car lift, but to her surprise, Vil was already out, and she was looking over her shoulder. It seemed that he grew impatient with Idia’s work.
She pretended not to notice him, allowing him to take a step closer, closer…
WHACK!!
Her arm swung violently as her hand made firm contact with Vil’s butt; the harsh slap elicited a loud yelp and a sharp gasp from the blond.
Vil’s whole body jerked as he suddenly stepped away from the hood of the car, with Idia casually collecting her tools back into her toolbox. His face was flaming red, his hands balled up and close to his chest. His eyes were filled with a mix of anger and betrayal.
“You…YOU PERV!”
Idia simply chuckled.
“Hehehe~ Didn’t I tell you you’ll get dirty if you come too close while I’m working?” Idia said breezily, Vil had earned a black handprint on his pink pants.
“W-Whatever! Just finish your work; I’m mad at you now!” Vil huffed and puffed and turned his back towards Idia, who rolled the car onto the hydraulic lift with no issue.
“I’m sorry, cutie, my arm simply acted on its own! ~ There was nothing I could do. ~"
Idia continued to defend herself, with the lift raising the car up as she finally had a look from under the carosiere.
Vil was seated on a car creeper, with his legs folded up and his arms wrapped around his knees as he stared at Idia with defiance. He was still pouting from that slap; it was disgustingly cute.
She ignored him for now, searching the undercarriage for any damage. “Oh, yeah… That doesn’t look too good." She unscrupulously said while ratcheting more things off the car, shaking her head disapprovingly.
It didn’t take her long to find a myriad of additional problems. “So yeah, bad CV axle, worn brake pads, the air chamber is leaking too - perhaps that’s the sound you were hearing? The transmission pump’s not pulling either… But that’s more of an owner’s maintenance thing, which you would get a straight F in~."
Idia held back a chuckle. Yeah, everything she said was technically true, but quite overblown.
“Looks like the car’s going to have to stay overnight until tomorrow afternoon… Unless you're, uh, ready for the bill?”
Idia turned her attention back to Vil, who looked like he was sitting on needles right now. He slowly stood up, apparently now forgetting her misdeed from a few minutes ago.
“I-I didn’t think it would be this bad!” His body jerked when she mentioned the car needed to stay at the shop. “No way! I need it fixed right now!” He spoke urgently but was quite unsure of himself. Those parts did look big and expensive.
“H-How much is it…? I might not... be able to…” Vil trailed off, already gripping his wallet, but Idia would not allow it to be so easy.
Idia responded-
“Well, all in all, plus diagnosis, plus all the new parts we have to obtain, et cetera… I’m looking at about…-" Idia stroked her chin, wondering what kind of price would be believable.
She giggled at the thought of Vil offering up his body as a reward… Like in some of her erotic RPGs at the end of squad wipes!
She hurried back to her desk and grabbed a Post-it note, scribbling the bill down piece by piece.
“Hm, it’s going to be about," Idia summed the numbers up. “200,000 Madol." Idia leaned back with her hands propped up on the work desk.
“T-Two hundred…!” Vil gasped. “Y-You’re just trying to fleece me!” The blond stopped himself from getting too emotional. “W-Whatever! I-I can't...Do you maybe have a…uh, what’s it called- I can’t remember." Vil shifted on his feet uneasily; he was clearly trying to think of the word "financing," Idia presumed.
"You need a repair loan, is that what you mean, cutie?” Idia scratched her chin and looked away, placing a gummy worm in her mouth in place of a cigarette, trying to act cool.
“Of course I do have financing, but you know…” Idia trailed off. “I’ve been working here the entire day. And I’ve just about had it with customers; you simply have the privilege of being cute," Idia smiled. “So just for that, I can bring the price down for you. I can even offer a good word to make the guys at financing give you a zero-interest loan~," Idia pretended, as if she ever could have that social pull.
“But you have to do something for me too, cutie~”
Vil finally breathed out what he was holding in.
“Y-Yeah, I guess…or…I just really need my car fixed. I can’t afford to miss this meeting with my manager and staff… They’ll kill me.”
Vil timidly finished his lollipop, trying to tap dance around the issue.
“Fine, but only because I have to. I-I don’t like you or anything! You’re the biggest sleaze ball in the world! B-But… Thank you." Vil’s words were repulsed by Idia’s words and actions, but the undulations of his body made him inch closer and closer to her.
He was awaiting what kind of favor he’d have to do for her now.
“Sounds lovely, cutie~ You know damn well I’m just trying to help you out… Besides, my daughters would kill me if they found out I made their favorite idol mad at me."
Idia assumed that her role of sleazy mechanic lady would probably be older than she is now, so her having kids wouldn’t necessarily be unrealistic. She could tell her that Vil approved her added detail, seeing a layer of worry wash off his face.
Throwing restraint out the window now, she snaked her hands around his butt and yanked him closer to her, eliciting a small gasp from Vil. She let go of him before grabbing a couple of dirty rags and throwing them on the floor in-between the two. “You can start right here, baby; get on your knees." She ordered before straightening up from leaning on the desk.
Vil stared at the rags before hesitantly getting on his knees; it seemed he didn’t yet know what kind of situation he was in. “Sleazeball” He mumbled, pouting before grabbing the rags and beginning to wipe the dirty floor with them.
Idia quickly corrected him by suddenly grabbing his chin, making the blond boy look up at her, shaking her head while showing off her dangerous, sharp-teethed smile.
“Nuh-uh. I threw these down so your knees don’t get sore, blondie~."
Not explaining further, Idia slipped her fingers into the band of her work pants, pulling them down inch-by-inch.
Vil’s gaze was forcibly locked at her crotch, his eyes widening as he saw Idia expose her unruly blue pubes. The strands were slightly thinner than her hair but much denser and as soft as cotton balls.
Idia’s work pants fell down completely after passing the apex of her hip bones, giving Vil a bottom-up view of her stinking, musty pussy.
Idia got into a wider stance, spreading her feet apart more; the scent of Idia’s womanhood attacked Vil’s senses and entered his sinuses. Her skin was glistening from the hot and humid environment, and she reeked of engine oil, grease, soot, and steamed cabbage.
Idia was spurred on after giving Vil a nice shock, grabbing a fistful of his hair with her slender hand. She felt a bit bad for dirtying his pristine blond locks with her greasy and oily hands, but oh well. Pretty things weren’t just made to sit on a shelf.
They were also meant to be used.
“N-No! W-WAIT! MHMMFF...!"
Idia didn’t listen to his protests, instead yanking the blond’s head forwards and tilting his head up a bit, so his mouth perfectly collided with her womanhood.
Vil’s nose was buried deep in her blue pubes; he tried to hold his breath in, delaying the inevitable.
Eventually he had to breathe in through his nose, having to keep his mouth rebelliously shut so as to not give her any pleasure.
He inhaled through his nose and almost immediately let out an agonizing groan against her pussy. His vision became fogged up and blurry as his eyes began to water from the strong odor.
“Open your mouth, you little slut!” Idia kept a strong, vice-like grip on the back of Vil’s head, shifting her position by lifting one of her feet up and resting it on her desk’s stretcher, allowing her to angle her hips a little.
It also made it easier for her to undulate and grind her hips against his pretty face, smearing her cunt’s juices all over his nose, mouth, and chin.
Vil’s despairing moans and whimpers grew louder whenever her pussy strayed too far away from his lips, following the rhythm of her slow grinding motions.
"Mhmm...MHF-S-STOP!...Mhmmm...!" Vil couldn’t pull away but at least had enough strength in his neck muscles to move his head side-to-side, shaking his head as if to signal ‘no more.'
Idia didn’t let up for even a second, continuing her attack. Vil’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down laboriously as he was forced to swallow some of Idia’s juices so he didn’t choke.
Idia now had both hands locked behind Vil’s head; the blond had only shot his eyes up a few times at her, mixed with fear and desperation to escape.
“Come on, open your little mouth… It’s going to be easier for us both. You want the discount, don’t you?”
Idia cooed, easing the grip on his hair and stroking it.
Vil closed his eyes before eventually giving in, parting his lips and allowing Idia’s juices to cascade down into his throat.
Idia’s womanhood throbbed against his rosy, puffed-up lips, letting out a guttural moan as the blond’s tongue made contact with her wet folds.
“Oouurghh…Fuck yes, baby, that’s a good fucking slut.” Vil let out a half-stifled moan in response; he wasn’t moving his tongue as of yet, simply letting the heat of his wet muscle press against Idia’s slit.
“Work, bitch~” Idia ordered, grabbing Vil’s hair roughly again and tilting it back.
As on command, Vil slowly unrolled his tongue further and began running the length of his muscle against Idia’s cunt.
Whenever Vil stopped licking up or flicking his length, Idia would begin tilting his head up and down for a similar effect, with Vil obediently keeping his mouth open.
Vil became more and more obedient as time went on, understanding the position he was in right now. He looked up to see the sight of Idia’s flat stomach flexing and her chest heaving pleasurably while she used his mouth.
Her sweat cascaded down her faint abs from her soaked crop top, following the v-line of her hip bones before eventually disappearing into her bush and pooling near Vil’s nose.
The painful, harrowing groans stopped from Vil’s side and were replaced with softer, whinier noises he made against Idia’s cunt.
The blue-haired girl could hear Vil’s pop and smack whenever they unlatched from her soaked pussy, filling her workshop with lewd sounds.
Even Idia herself was beside herself seeing how brutish she could be; no one would believe her if she explained that she was actually a vanilla-strawberry-cookie cream-type softie.
“F-Fuck…You’re a natural. I’m going to use your pretty little mouth every day from now on."
Idia cursed, and Vil immediately objected by groaning in disdain and disobedience and trying to free herself from Idia’s grip, which she didn’t know she was easing off.
She immediately secured his head once again with both hands.
“Fuck, stop fighting, slut, just give in," Idia grumbled, grinding her hips more aggressively against Vil’s face until he stopped spitting and turned his head away from her cunt.
She finished off by spitting in his face, her hands lowered down from the back of his head to cup his cheeks, her thumbs fish-hooking his mouth.
“Don’t bite."
Idia pulled his head back to let him catch his breath for a moment, her thumbs gently stretching his mouth and exposing his molars and back teeth; the blonde had a completely disheveled face.
“So pretty, baby; stick your tongue out if you want more."
Vil didn’t even second guess before he stuck his tongue out as far as possible, signaling he was eager for more. A few tears fell down his cheeks from the roughness of Idia’s thumbs hooking into his mouth.
“That’s a good boy. Now eat."
Idia eased her grip on his lips; this time she didn’t even need to push his head into her cunt, as the blond eagerly crashed his lips into her leaking cunt. She unhooked her fingers from his mouth to let him have more freedom, her hips jerking upwards instinctively at the drags of Vil’s tongue.
Idia’s fingertips gently dug themself under Vil’s mandibular joint as he ate her out, letting out soft sighs of delight. The blue-haired girl let out a growling hum as Vil’s tongue attempted to breach into her, flicking his tongue inside her. She groaned with dreamlike satisfaction, each swipe of his tongue drawing out another sigh.
Her pussy soon became rosy and puffed up from Vil’s service, feeling a tense knot forming in her lower stomach.
She suddenly grabbed a hold of Vil’s hair and tilted his head back, a wet smack leaving his mouth.
Idia’s smirk was rapacious, seeing how Vil’s pretty lips were connected to her cunt with strings of their combined juices, drool dripping down his chin and watery snot leaving his nose.
“Look at the mess you made, you fucking slut~”
Idia said before slapping Vil’s face twice, once with her palm and the other time with her backhand, lopping the strings off his lips and turning his face even redder from the impact.
Vil looked up at her with quivering lips.
“I-I’m sh-sho-sowwy. I’m showing Idia” He apologized, temporarily forgetting he wasn’t supposed to know Idia’s name. He was slurring his speech from being so pussy-drunk."
He attempted to atone by leaning in and pleasing Idia’s cunt more, but Idia cut him off by keeping his head in place, eliciting a whine from Vil.
“No more. Lie down in the car and get into position, slut."
Vil quickly nodded, completely understanding Idia’s request. He lied down on his back inside the backseat of the cabriolet and fumbled with his pants until he brought his pants down to his knees.
Idia followed him, her pants dragging with her feet until she kicked them off to a random place in her workshop.
Idia’s insatiable eyes watched Vil stalling, bringing his knees up before trying to remove his boxers. Fuck, was he really trying to piss her off like this?
“Don’t hide; I know you want this." Vil forcefully pushed his knees down until they were locked flat and sat on his legs, licking her lips before pulling Vil’s boxers down herself.
She already saw his cock hundreds of times, but she never gets bored of a slow, anticipating reveal. She exposed Vil’s blemishless cock inch by inch, marveling at its thickness until his member finally broke free of the elastic band. It didn’t bounce straight back up due to the sheer weight of his cock; instead, Vil’s member preferred to hang in the air even while hard.
Her Vil was a delicious 8.5-inch big, smooth and soft with an elegant blue vein snaking the underside of his shaft. His cockhead was rosy pink just like his lips, drooling from excitement, and his pubes were soft and short like peach fuzz, almost unnoticeable in the background of his skin.
“Fuck, what a delicious piece of meat, baby~ Kehehe~”
Vil shuddered at her vulgar, perverted comment, “D-Don’t stare- KYAAH!"
Vil’s hands instinctively went to cover his shame but were slapped away by Idia, who slid further up his thighs.
“Don’t move an inch~” Idia cooed as she seated herself on top of Vil’s hot rod, her pussy lips sliding up and down the underside of his shaft as it twitched on his stomach. She loved the stimulation against her clit, but her pussy was craving that familiar fullness that only Vil could give her.
“M-Miss, p-please no…I-I have a girlfriend," Vil said in a raspy, low voice.
Idia was quite surprised he was still sticking to his role even at this point, thinking he’d be a moaning mess at this point. And say what? Did he really think Idia would enjoy the thought of NTR-ing a random girl while playing the sleazy, gross old woman archetype?
If that’s so, he was goddamn right.
“Mhm, your girlfriend taught you to be a perfect little cunt licker; I’ll give her that… But right now your body belongs to me."
Idia whispered as she finally sat down on Vil’s cock, groaning in delight and feeling Vil’s familiar stretch. Her hips jerked involuntarily as she finally took all of him, exhaling a groan from deep within her lungs and inhaling sharply afterwards.
Vil shifted and squirmed beneath her in response, his hands shooting up to reverently trace up and down Idia’s sweaty thighs and midriff, worshipping her as if she were a marble statue.
After a few moments of rolling her hips and getting her pussy accommodated to Vil’s size, Idia brought her hands up to grab onto Vil’s shoulders tightly, beginning her slow, humping motions on top of his hips.
There were little to no strokes or movement up and down, with Idia’s pussy holding a tight squeeze on Vil’s member at all times, only experiencing the exhilarating feeling of his cock pulsing inside her.
Idia’s hips gradually became more active, humping and grinding her hips against Vil’s shaft faster, the gentle pressure stimulating her clit.
"O-Ohh...F-FUCK!"
Idia moaned and leaned her body back, this time propping her hands against Vil’s shins but following the same grinding motions as before, undulating her hips faster and harder.
Idia’s fast, shallow motions made both their bodies vibrate at a high frequency, with Idia selfishly chasing her high as she began to feel a pressure building up from deep inside her, threatening to explode.
The sound coming from their union became wetter and sloppier, with her pussy coating Vil’s length in a creamy, white fluid on the inside, with some of it spilling out on Vil’s skin.
Idia adjusted one more time, leaning forwards again and wrapping her arms around Vil’s neck tightly, with him quickly returning the embrace around her back.
She started humping her hips against his buried cock like a horny little rabbit in heat, their hips lightly slapping against each other.
The pressure that was building inside Idia was starting to boil over “A-AAAH! CUMMING!”
Idia groaned and continued to jerk her hips against Vil all throughout her orgasm, her pussy spasming against Vil’s length.
The pleasure finally overwhelmed the control of her skeletal muscle as she stopped moving, trembling on top of Vil, who used the opportunity to throw out his restraint.
Without any inhibition, it didn’t take Vil two or three thrusts to cum with Idia already on top of him and spasming from pleasure.
His cock filled Idia’s womb up with just a few pumps, the rest overflowing from the gaps of their union in spurts.
The sudden warmth spreading across Idia’s body only helped to rile her up more, and she suddenly felt a new pang of energy burst through her body, moaning coarsely and biting Vil’s neck.
She soon began to undulate and hump her hips against his still-pumping cock, much to Vil’s dismay.
“AAahh…AAAH! Idia w-WAIT! I-I already c-came - AH!" Vil protested; his cock was far too overstimulated right now to resume the action.
Idia smirked as she felt Vil trying to buck her off like a wild stallion; with quick thinking, she adjusted their positions.
She moved one of her legs to free up some space for her hand to grab the back of Vil’s knee, pushing it way up to his chest.
She did the exact same thing with his other leg, now leaving space for Idia to climb on top of him, still sheathed around him and now with her full weight atop of him preventing him from bucking her off.
Vil tried to fight her off but could only squeeze Idia with the sides of his legs, completely immobile as she started grinding on him again, her hot body now pressed much closer.
Vil cried and whimpered, begging for at least a break, only for Idia to increase the aggressiveness of her humps, now finally picking up her hips and slamming them down on Vil’s cock, with his excess cum acting as a perfect lube.
She blocked his complaints and moans with a sloppy kiss; their hips slamming together sounded like war drums, their combined juices spraying all over the car’s backseat.
Vil was the one to cum a second time, almost screaming into Idia’s mouth. His cock pumped around Idia’s walls but produced nothing but a watery squirt that coated her already filled womb and insides.
Idia wasn’t even aware of Vil’s orgasm, simply continuing to chase her high until she finally came for a second time as well.
She only saw the effect when she felt Vil trembling underneath her, but she also needed a few minutes to recover before she could properly comfort him.
After finally regaining her bearings, she freed Vil’s cock from around her nether regions, allowing the rest of his excess cum to flow out of her in rivers.
She collected her thoughts on top of Vil’s chest, still reeling from possibly the dirtiest, grimiest sex she ever had.
“A-Ah…That was amazing, Vil~ L-Love you lots." She finally felt it was safe enough to retrieve back into her normal self, no longer playing a character. Suddenly a pang of guilt hit her for all that she did to him during their roleplay.
“I-I’m sorry for being so mean… To you," Idia meekly apologized.
He tilted his head slightly, as if the word itself confused him. Then a faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his perfectly painted lips.
"You played your role exactly as I intended~ There is nothing to apologize for, my love."
She tilted her head up, seeing as she was hiding it in his chest, and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.
“You were convincing. Too convincing for someone who claims they can’t take part in my Film Club~ Perhaps this time you’ll consider shooting a scene with me? ~” Vil cooed, half-jokingly.
“A-Absolutely not!” Idia quickly protested; she knew she could be as sleazy and disgusting with Vil all she wants, but she’d still rather die than have people see her perform on the stage or screen.