[ROYD-299] Morning Surprise: My Arrogant Batchmate in Underwear Begs for Attention!

The morning light barely cut through the haze of last night’s drinks, but what it illuminated was a sight that made my head spin. There she was, Rina Shishido, sprawled across the hotel bed in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties—her massive, perfect tits straining against the flimsy fabric with every shaky breath. This was the same woman from my training batch who struts around the office like she owns the place, always barking orders and dropping curses like they’re punctuation. But now? No sharp tongue, no attitude. Just a whimpering mess, her eyes glazed over as she mumbled something about feeling dizzy and needing help. The sheer audacity of it—her coming to my room, crawling into my bed, and presenting that incredible body like some twisted gift. I could see the outline of her nipples through the lace, hard and begging for attention, and the way her thighs trembled slightly made it clear she wasn’t here to argue. This wasn’t the arrogant coworker I knew; this was a vulnerable, desperate version, and the contrast was fucking intoxicating.

Before I could even process it, her hands were on me, fumbling with my pants as she sank to her knees. That mouth that’s usually spitting venom was suddenly wrapped around my cock, taking me deep with a sloppy, hungry urgency. She bobbed her head frantically, tears mixing with spit as she gave a slobbery blowjob that felt more like a plea than anything skilled. I grabbed fistfuls of her hair, forcing her down until she gagged, and she didn’t fight it—just looked up at me with those wide, submissive eyes. I yanked her up onto the bed, flipping her onto her back, and she spread her legs without a word, her pussy already glistening and ready. Mounting her in a rough cowgirl position, I watched those huge tits bounce wildly as she rode me, her moans shifting from whimpers to ragged cries. She clung to my shoulders, nails digging in, and every thrust seemed to shatter another piece of that tough-girl facade she wears every day.

I didn’t hold back when I felt that familiar tightness coil in my gut. Pinning her down, I slammed into her over and over, her body convulsing beneath me as I emptied myself deep inside in a thick, messy creampie. She shuddered through it, a broken sob escaping her lips, and I collapsed next to her, both of us panting and slick with sweat. The room stank of sex and regret, and she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her makeup smeared and that defiant spark in her eyes completely gone. For once, she had nothing to say—no curses, no insults. Just the quiet aftermath of what happens when the bitch who thinks she’s untouchable gets exactly what she secretly wanted all along.