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Yume Kuribayashi
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- Joined
- Jul 23, 2023
In all honesty, Olga expected something simple. A nod of the head, a vocalization of agreement... something relatively passive that would otherwise confirm her beliefs that, for all her reputation as the Nutong Head of State, Aimi did want to submit every once in a while. She even factored in the lull it took for Aimi to conjure up a response. She was not expecting the Ichijou clan's heiress apparent to drop to her knees and press her lips against her boot, all without a single word of lead-up. The expression on her layered, masked face remained unchanging, though Olga's surprise at Aimi's decision still found a way to express itself, in the form of a bemused hum whose filtration through the module that made her audible sounded more like a mechanical whirr than a human sound.
"As I thought. Do not blame me if what happens next oversteps at least one of your boundaries, Heiress Apparent. After all..." She extended the index and middle digits on her raised hand, holding them together then spreading them. "...this is your choice, in the end."
With the signal given, the stud-drone advanced forward, letting out a deep exhalation of a groan through the perforations of his hood. Once behind Aimi, he squatted down, lifting up her robe and moving it out of the way. Regardless of whether she had underwear on or not, he grabbed the base of his sheathed cock and gave her back door a gentle prod, as if to alert her what he was about to do. What her agreement to submit to Olga in this moment truly meant in practice...
"As I thought. Do not blame me if what happens next oversteps at least one of your boundaries, Heiress Apparent. After all..." She extended the index and middle digits on her raised hand, holding them together then spreading them. "...this is your choice, in the end."
With the signal given, the stud-drone advanced forward, letting out a deep exhalation of a groan through the perforations of his hood. Once behind Aimi, he squatted down, lifting up her robe and moving it out of the way. Regardless of whether she had underwear on or not, he grabbed the base of his sheathed cock and gave her back door a gentle prod, as if to alert her what he was about to do. What her agreement to submit to Olga in this moment truly meant in practice...