The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: A Restless Breakfast (2) R18

Dominic Vance paid absolutely no mind to it, even deliberately slowing his pace a fraction when passing by where the servant stood. The man leisurely sat down on the leather-upholstered armchair beside the dining table, settling Lucien neatly upon his lap. This posture caused Lucien’s buttocks to press perfectly against the crotch of Dominic Vance’s trousers, pushing the vibrating egg even deeper, nearly touching the absolute deepest point.

"Nng..." Lucien shuddered violently, his legs instinctively clamping shut, but they were immediately pried apart by Dominic Vance’s hands and placed on either side of the man’s thighs.

This position forced his legs wide open, rendering the hem of the dress shirt completely useless for modesty. The entirety of his lower half was just laid bare in the open air. In front of him was the dining table, and behind his back was the servant who was still waiting with a bowed head.

"Be a good boy, eat your porridge first." Dominic Vance held Lucien’s waist securely with one hand, while the other reached for the bowl of porridge on the table. He scooped up a spoonful of piping hot white congee, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to Lucien’s lips.

Lucien pressed his lips tightly together, looking at the man with tear-filled eyes brimming with pleading. But Dominic Vance merely waited patiently, his dark, fathomless gaze seemingly stating that Lucien had no other choice. The spoonful of porridge remained right in front of his lips, the heat wafting against his face as the faint, fragrant scent of ginger wove into his nasal cavity.

"Or perhaps..." Dominic Vance slowly parted his lips, his thumb underneath the dining table gently rubbing against the rear entrance that was holding the vibrating egg. "Do you want me to stuff something else down below before you eat?"

"No... please do not..." Lucien shook his head frantically, having no choice but to shakily part his lips.

A warm spoonful of porridge slid into his mouth, the mildly spicy taste of ginger spreading across the tip of his tongue. But Lucien was in no state of mind to savor it. His entire attention was concentrated on the place below that was ceaselessly buzzing. As if deliberately teasing him, every time Dominic Vance fed him a spoonful of porridge, the man’s finger beneath the table would press lightly, driving the vibrating egg to oscillate even more violently.

Lucien had to try his best to swallow the porridge while simultaneously suppressing the moans threatening to spill from his throat. Physiological tears rolled down his cheeks, trailing to his chin before dripping onto the back of the hand Dominic Vance used to hold the spoon. The man tilted his head and reached out to wipe the tears for Lucien, his movements so gentle, acting as if he were completely innocent.

"Why are you crying? Is the porridge too delicious? Or is the thing down below making you feel so good that you cannot bear it?"

The servant behind them shifted slightly, seemingly wanting to retreat. In a panic, Lucien clamped his legs tightly together, trying to use his thighs to conceal his long-hardened member that was tenting the shirt’s hem. But that action inadvertently clenched his gluteal muscles, causing the entrance to bite down even harder on the vibrating egg. The intense wave of pleasure crashing over him nearly made him release right on the spot.

"Do... Dominic Vance... please..." He gasped weakly, his hands clawing tightly onto the man’s shoulders, his nails digging deep into the fabric of the dress shirt.

Only then did Dominic Vance slowly set the bowl of porridge down on the table. He glanced at the servant who was still standing by with a bowed head, and nonchalantly waved his hand: "All of you, step down. There is no need for attendance anymore."

The sound of hurried footsteps retreated, and the dining room doors closed with a soft click. Only the two of them remained in the vast, sunlit room.

Before Lucien could even breathe a sigh of relief over the absence of outsiders, he saw Dominic Vance stand up, gather Lucien entirely in his arms, spin around, and forcefully lay him flat on his back atop the dining table. Plates and bowls clattered against each other, and a silver spoon fell to the floor with a crisp, echoing clink. The half-eaten bowl of porridge was shoved aside, the thick, golden broth sloshing and spilling over the snow-white tablecloth.

"Dominic Vance...!" Lucien cried out in a panic.

The man did not even bother to answer him. Dominic Vance’s hand slid downwards, tearing open the few buttons of the dress shirt to completely expose Lucien’s fair body, which was thoroughly marked with ambiguous traces. The morning sunlight pierced through the large windows and cascaded over his skin, dyeing it a warm, pale gold. Dominic Vance leaned down and devoured his already swollen red lips; a scorching tongue swept through his oral cavity, capturing the small, trembling tongue that was timidly trying to hide.

Kissing until Lucien was nearly suffocating, the man finally let go, transitioning to trail kisses down his chin and neck, sucking forcefully onto the collarbones that were already littered with hickeys from last night. His hand slipped downwards, two fingers effortlessly pushing into the yielding, overripe rear entrance to pinch the buzzing vibrator before slowly pulling it out.

"Ah... do not...!" A sudden sensation of emptiness crashed over him. The opening spasmed relentlessly as if trying to hold onto something, but ultimately, it could only gape open helplessly, allowing the transparent, viscous fluids to seep out and wet the surface of the table.

Dominic Vance held up the vibrating egg that was drenched in bodily fluids, examined it under the sunlight for a moment, and then casually tossed it aside. He unbuckled his belt, and the member that had been erect for a long time sprang free, the terrifying size made Lucien instinctively want to back away. But his back was already pressed flat against the cold surface of the table, leaving no path for retreat.

"Do not... I have not even had time to prepare..." He begged tremulously, but before his words could finish, Dominic Vance’s scalding member had already thrust forcefully straight inside.

"Ah!"

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