Evil Organization’s Extra Mr. A – Chapter 57

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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On my way to Yu-ra’s apartment after work, I stopped by a liquor store and bought two bottles of wine. Since neither of us knew anything about wine other than soju, I asked the clerk for recommendations on popular choices and paid with my card.

Yu-ra offered to chip in, but given our earlier conversation, I insisted on covering it.
We wandered around picking up cheese and fruit, sharing an umbrella, Yu-ra’s arm looped through mine.

Her ample breasts pressed against my arm, making walking slightly awkward, but the intimacy of our closeness more than compensated for the minor discomfort.

“Anything else you want?”

I asked, just in case she needed anything more. Yu-ra considered it thoughtfully, then shook her head.

“No. This is plenty.”

Whether it was the full shopping bag or the anticipation of the wine we were about to share, Yu-ra had been radiant since we left work. Her infectious smile made me reach out and caress her hair.

“?”

Surprised by the sudden touch, she looked up at me inquisitively.
I smiled. “Let’s go.” Yu-ra beamed, and we left the supermarket, once again sharing the umbrella as we walked to her apartment.

It was only my third time visiting, but the memory of our passionate night together made it feel strangely familiar. Inside, I arranged our purchases on the coffee table.

“Is it okay if I shower first?”

Yu-ra was already getting ready to wash up, so I nodded. The sound of the shower filled the apartment after she disappeared into the bathroom. I glanced towards the bedroom, the memories of holding her that night flashing through my mind.

Pushing the thoughts aside, I focused on setting up for our wine night. A bottle of red, a bottle of white – both popular choices, but not too expensive – along with cheese and fruit.

I arranged everything on a plate, adding the new wine glasses as a final touch. The setting looked surprisingly inviting.

It wasn’t exactly fine dining, but for a cozy night in, it was perfect. I settled onto the sofa to wait for Yu-ra and checked my phone.

My phone was unusually quiet. Wondering if Yu-bin was waiting for me at home, I sent her a quick text saying I’d be late, unsure how long we’d be drinking.

She replied that it was fine. A short while later, Yu-ra emerged from the bathroom.

She wore a thin pajama top, her damp hair wrapped in a towel. My eyes lingered on her.

“What?”

She glanced down at herself, as if wondering if something was amiss. I shook my head.

“Just admiring the view.”

Yu-ra, always happy to receive a compliment, smiled, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks.

“Go shower. I’ll dry my hair while you’re in there.”

She went to the bedroom, and as I was about to head to the bathroom, she returned, holding out a pair of shorts. They were clearly not her size.

“Wear these.”

“What are these?”

“I bought them in case you came over again.”

She had been thoughtful enough to get something for me to wear around her place. The last time, I had been wrapped in nothing but a blanket, so she’d prepared for my return.

I took the shorts and went into the bathroom.

The cool water washed away the summer heat and humidity. When I returned to the living room, Yu-ra had removed the towel from her hair, her long pink tresses falling freely around her shoulders.

The cool air from the AC felt refreshing. I sat down beside her on the sofa.

“It’s my first time trying wine. Do you think I’ll like it?”

“I tried it once. It wasn’t bad.”

I couldn’t recall exactly when I’d last had wine – it had been years, back on Earth – but I remembered enjoying it.

I opened the red wine. A fruity aroma filled the air. It was both our first time wrestling with a cork, so we fumbled for a moment, then laughed at our clumsiness.

“We looked pretty ridiculous just now, huh?”

“I was just thinking that.”

She giggled, and I poured the red wine into our glasses. I vaguely remembered some formal way to do it from a TV show, but I’d hardly had enough wine to care about the proper technique.

I filled the glasses, and after I poured a splash into hers, Yu-ra topped mine off.

“Cheers.”

We clinked glasses and took a sip. The rich, sweet, and slightly tart flavor filled my mouth, its aroma pleasant and lingering.

Yu-ra’s eyes widened after her first taste.

“It’s good.”

“Definitely. Much better than I expected.”

I reached for a piece of cheese, but Yu-ra intercepted it, holding it up to my mouth.

“Say ahhh.”

She leaned close, and I picked up another piece and offered it to her.

“Your turn. Ahhh.”

“Mmm. Ahhh.”

We fed each other, savoring the flavor, then clinked glasses again and took another sip of wine. The surprisingly pleasant taste put us both in a good mood.

Yu-ra snuggled closer, wine glass in hand, her body pressed against mine. We drank, nibbling on cheese and fruit.

“So I threw him out of the cafe again.”

I listened attentively as she recounted a story about a difficult customer from earlier that week.

“It must be rough working the counter. Those kinds of guys are always showing up.”

There was no space between us on the small sofa. I could feel the curve of her breasts against my arm, and my hand instinctively moved to her waist, pulling her closer.

“!”

She flinched slightly at my touch, then met my gaze, a smile playing on her lips, her cheeks warmed by the wine. I wasn’t someone who got drunk easily, but the alcohol was definitely having an effect.

I felt a pleasant buzz. Her smile, so close, so inviting… I leaned in and kissed her.

Yu-ra met my kiss eagerly, our tongues tangling. The flavors of wine, cheese, and fruit mingled in our mouths.

A delicate string of saliva connected our lips as we parted.

“Want to finish this?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I refilled our glasses. We’d been using both hands before, but now, my arm around her waist and hers around mine, we poured with one hand.

Soon, even eating became a shared activity. After each sip of wine, Yu-ra would feed me a piece of fruit or cheese, and I, feeling it only right to reciprocate, would do the same for her.

“Let’s try this one.”

When there were only a couple of glasses of red left, I opened the white. Its lighter, crisper aroma was a refreshing change, and Yu-ra seemed to enjoy it as well.

“I think I might become a wine drinker.”

As she reached for another snack to feed me, I moved my hand from her waist up to her breast, gently caressing it.

“!”

She paused, her hand mid-reach, a playful smile curving her lips as she looked at me.

“Pervert.”

“I can’t help myself.”

I’d been holding back for a while now. Ever since the supermarket, the weight of her breasts against my arm had been a constant distraction, and we’d been pressed together on the small sofa.

The alcohol emboldened me. I cupped her breast more firmly, and Yu-ra didn’t pull away.

“Aren’t you going to feed me?”

“My, you are a demanding man.”

My hand remained where it was, and Yu-ra, biting into a piece of cheese, leaned in and kissed me.

We shared a kiss, using the cheese as a convenient excuse, and a soft moan escaped Yu-ra’s lips.

“Mmm.”

The feel of her breast in my hand ignited a fire within me. My penis hardened, and Yu-ra slipped her hand into my shorts, stroking me.

We kissed, my hand on her breast, hers on my cock, our bodies growing hot.

As we parted to refill our glasses, our hands moved from each other’s waists to each other’s breasts and groins.

Wanting to feel her skin against mine, I slipped my hand beneath her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My fingers grazed the soft skin of her breast.

“Oh…”

A sigh escaped her lips as she unbuttoned her pajama top, her breasts spilling free. I lifted my hips slightly, pushing my shorts down and freeing my cock.

We exchanged heated looks, toasted each other again, and drank.

As Yu-ra was picking out another morsel to feed me, I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth.

“Ahh!”

She gasped, surprised by my movement.
Even though I knew she wasn’t lactating, I suckled gently on her nipple. Yu-ra cupped her breast, giving me easier access.

“Mmm…”

“Oh god…”

Her breath hitched as I suckled, almost desperately. Her hand stilled on my cock for a moment, then resumed its rhythmic stroking.

I pulled back slightly, licking her nipple, adding to the stimulation.

“Ahh… that tickles…”

Her voice, thick with desire, made me look up. I kissed her, gently pushing her back onto the sofa.
The sofa was small, meant for two, but we were so close, there was no resistance as I laid her down. I buried my face in her cleavage.

“You really like breasts, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Honestly, every time we kissed in the storage room at work, I felt her breasts against me, and it was a struggle to keep my hands to myself.

While some might consider them too large, I loved Yu-ra’s breasts. The thought that I was the only one who could touch them like this filled me with a possessive thrill.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, suckling on each nipple in turn.

“Mmm, ohh…”

She ran her fingers through my hair as I continued my near obsessive ministrations.

My cock twitched, desperate for her. Despite the awkwardness of being half-dressed, Yu-ra wriggled out of her pajama bottoms.

“We can do it now.”

We were both still partially clothed, but we were too aroused to bother undressing completely. Our bodies craved each other. I rubbed my tip against her wet folds and slowly pushed inside.

“Oh!”

It was our second time making love since that first night. I thrust deeply, still kneading her breasts, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed at me.

“Hey… my face is up here too, you know.”

I chuckled, realizing how fixated I’d been on her breasts. I hadn’t even looked at her face. She sounded slightly petulant, and I found it endearing.

I caressed her cheek as I thrust, unable to hide my smile.

“Are you jealous of your own breasts?”

“I just… I want you to look at me too.”

“Of course, I was going to. You’re beautiful.”

I started moving my hips, watching a shy smile spread across her face as a blush crept up her neck.

“Ahh…”

I moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. It had been a while.

But I couldn’t maintain the slow pace. I was too aroused. I took a mouthful of the remaining red wine and kissed her, the wine spilling into her mouth.

“Mmm…”

The wine trickled from the corners of our mouths, tracing a path down her cheek.

Her inner muscles contracted around me with each shallow thrust, and sensing her readiness, her unspoken plea for more, I thrust harder.

“Oh god!”

A moan tore from her throat as I hit her deepest point. Knowing she was ready, I pulled back and plunged deep inside again.

“Ahh!”

The slow, powerful thrusts were a delicious torment. Despite knowing what to expect, the intensity of each thrust still took her breath away.

The constant stimulation was driving me wild. I’d intended to tease her, to draw it out, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. My thrusts became rapid, insistent.

The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room. Yu-ra, moaning into our kiss, broke away and cried out,

“Oh god, yes! Harder, please!”

I embraced her request, gripping her hips as she lay beneath me on the sofa and started pounding into her.

“Ahh, yes, oh god!”

She arched her back, her moans echoing my rhythm, her inner muscles clenching around me as if trying to hold me inside. I matched her fervor, driving deeper with each thrust.

“We should finish this, shouldn’t we?”

There was still wine left, both red and white. I took a mouthful of the white and kissed her again, the wine flowing into her mouth.

Yu-ra, lying beneath me, swallowed the wine as I forced it on her, then wrapped her legs around my waist.

She didn’t want me to pull away. I held her close, my thrusts continuing.

“Mmm, oh, yes… ohhh…”

Even after the wine was gone, our lips remained locked. The wine had been just an excuse. We’d wanted to kiss, to connect.

“Oh god… A, does it… does it feel good?”

“Yes. I love kissing you. I love being inside you.”

From our last time together, I knew she liked it when I whispered to her during sex. I’d been fairly sure, and her question, the way her inner muscles tightened around me as I whispered my response, confirmed it.

“Oh god… me too. I love it… I love being with you, A!”

“Have you been… wanting this?”

I whispered in her ear, and her face flushed. She hesitated, a small sound escaping her lips, then finally spoke.

“Yes… being with you… it makes me feel safe. Every time I see you, I think… maybe tonight… but…”

While the physical pleasure was intense, it was the feeling of security she found in my arms that truly resonated with her. Ever since our first time, she’d been secretly hoping I’d initiate sex each time we met.

Despite her bubbly, outgoing personality, she was shy about this. Too embarrassed to ask, she’d been waiting for me.

“So when you… touched me… I was so happy.”

Yu-ra, insecure, fearing I might have lost interest after our last encounter, had been overcome with relief and happiness when I touched her breast, her desire for me rekindled.

Hearing her confession, only one thought came to mind.

“You’re such a pervert.”

“I-I’m not! …Not really…”

“I love you even if you are.”

With that, I resumed my thrusts, unable to hold back any longer.

“Ahh, oh god!”

Her inner muscles spasmed around me as I started moving again, my thrusts hard and fast. I fought the urge to come too quickly, wanting to prolong Yu-ra’s pleasure.

“Oh my god… yessss! It feels so good… I think I’m going to lose it!”

Yu-ra cried out, her body writhing as she climaxed, clinging to me as I buried myself deep inside her. At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came, a wave of heat coursing through me as I filled her.

“Oh god…”

Even after all the sex we’d had yesterday, I still hadn’t lost my stamina. I filled her with my cum, and Yu-ra, still caught in the throes of her orgasm, tightened around me.

I pulled out after I finished and watched as my cum leaked out of her. A playful thought struck me, and I reached for her phone on the table.

Her phone was unlocked. I snapped a picture of her sex, still glistening with our fluids, and showed it to her.

“Look. It’s leaking.”

“Why?! Why would you take a picture of that?!”

Lost in the afterglow, she hadn’t noticed. Her face burned as she saw the picture, reaching for her phone.

But I wanted to see her blush, so I pushed my still-hard cock back inside her.

“Eeeek!”

She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily as I filled her again, her sensitive flesh already primed for more.

“I wanted you to see it too.”

I switched to video mode, wanting to share this moment with her, and continued filming as I thrust inside her.

“You pervert. Oh god…”

She gave up trying to stop me and just moaned as I moved, the camera capturing the lewd sounds of our coupling.

I thrust silently, the rhythmic squelching sounds filling the room, being immortalized on video.

The sound of our hips slapping together, the wet friction…

Yu-ra, realizing I wasn’t going to stop filming anytime soon, just stared at me, her face flushed.

“Oh… oh god…”

Sensing her gaze, I tilted the camera towards her, capturing her moans and expressions of pleasure.

“S-stop… filming… you idiot.”

While I enjoyed her embarrassment, I also wanted to move freely, so I stopped recording, saved the video, and placed the phone back on the table.

“Were you embarrassed being filmed?”

“Of course, I was!”

I caressed her cheek, then gripped her hips, my thrusts growing more insistent.

“Oh yes… ohhh…”

Her heightened sensitivity after her orgasm, combined with the lingering embarrassment of being filmed, made her incredibly responsive. I reveled in the feeling of her warmth, my hips moving rhythmically.

“Let’s watch it together later.”

“No way! That’s way too embarrassing.”

Anyone would be embarrassed to watch themselves during sex. But I wanted to see Yu-ra squirm, so I wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Ahh… oh god… oh yes… ohhh…”

Her wet sex readily accepted my thrusts, her slick walls a welcome invitation. The smooth gliding sensation spurred me on, and my movements grew more forceful.

“Oh god! Yes… yes… oh yessss!”

Wanting to come again, I picked up the pace. Yu-ra cried out, another wave of pleasure washing over her. But I had just come, and it took a while for the feeling to build again, so I maintained my intense rhythm.

“Ahh… mm… oh… oh god!”

Yu-ra, trapped in an endless cycle of pleasure, moaned uncontrollably.

Her unrestrained reactions fueled my desire, and soon, I felt myself on the edge again. I pulsed inside her, my release swift and intense.

I thrust harder this time, and Yu-ra, sensing the shift in my rhythm, held me tight.

Our second round ended in a tight embrace.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Right now?!”

Yu-ra, who had been expecting a break, was taken aback, then nodded eagerly.

“Want to try something? Hold onto me.”

She looked confused for a moment, then understood, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, perfect.”

I held her bottom and lifted her, and she gasped as I thrust inside her, the sudden, deep penetration taking her breath away.

“Oh!”

Her grip tightened, and she moaned, her legs squeezing my waist, as if she could hold onto the pleasure.

I carefully picked up her phone from the table, carried her to the bedroom, and gently laid her down on the bed.

It wasn’t far, but each step, the friction, had been a torment.

“Ahh… oh… mmm…”

I pulled out after laying her on the bed, then turned her on her side, lifted her leg, and pushed back inside.

“Oh god!”

Though Yu-ra knew our lovemaking wouldn’t end quickly, the anticipation of pleasure, it seemed, was more potent, more excruciating, than the surprise of their first time.

She had braced herself for the intensity, but the reality surpassed her expectations. Yu-ra was swept away by the sensations, her mind reeling.

“Look at this.”

Seeing her dazed expression, I held her phone in front of her, playing the video I’d taken earlier.

“No! Why are you showing me this? Delete it!”

“I’ll delete it after you’ve watched it.”

I didn’t actually intend to keep it, but I wanted her to see herself like this, just once. I held the phone up, the video playing, as I continued thrusting.

“Oh… oh god…”

Her moans from the video echoed her current ones, a strange counterpoint to our lovemaking. Yu-ra had to watch herself having sex while simultaneously experiencing it.

A deep blush stained her cheeks throughout, and her mortification reached its peak when the camera focused on her face.

“Okay! I saw it! Are you happy now?”

She had seen her expressions, far more uninhibited than she’d imagined, and she wanted to bury herself in the bed and hide.

“What did you think? Your review?”

“…So… that’s what I look like…”

She seemed surprised, but not entirely displeased.

For Yu-ra, sex with me was a source of comfort and release, an escape from the anxieties that plagued her. It was in my arms that she felt truly at peace.

Seeing herself in that vulnerable state, while embarrassing, was also a validation of her feelings, a reassurance that her surrender was genuine.

“Did I look… happy?”
“Mmm… y-yes… you looked happy.”

“Did I look… blissful?”

“You looked blissful.”

I kept thrusting, pressing for her review, and Yu-ra, acknowledging the bliss she felt in my arms, answered my questions, her voice soft.

Her compliant answers, however, were punctuated by her increasingly loud moans.

“Want to do this again next week?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes…”

Her inner muscles tightened around me as she nodded, eager for more.

“I don’t like this. I want to see your face.”

She was tired of not being able to see me, so I pulled out. Yu-ra turned to face me.

I lifted one of her legs and slid back inside, filling her completely. She gasped, her lower back arching as I thrust deep.

“Oh!”

“I’m going to go a little harder this time.”

Seeing her face, flushed with pleasure, mirroring the expressions in the video, ignited a fire in me. I couldn’t hold back. My thrusts became hard and fast.

“Oh! Ahh… oh god, yes!”

Yu-ra’s back arched, her body writhing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I held her tight, my rhythm relentless.

Her blissful torment continued until I felt myself nearing release.

After several more orgasms, I climbed on top of her, pinning her beneath me, grinding my hips against hers. We kissed, our mouths fused together in a desperate embrace.

“Mmm… oh… oh god… yessss!”

Her moans mingled with the sounds of our kiss. Every sound, every gasp, every whimper was a testament to our passion, and I moved even harder, wanting to amplify them.

With each forceful thrust, Yu-ra cried out, her body convulsing around me. Knowing I was the source of her pleasure was a primal thrill.

“God… I’m going to come again.”

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and Yu-ra, hearing my declaration, moaned and nodded.

“Yes… oh god… give it to me… all of it…”

I slammed my hips against hers, and she arched beneath me, lost in the throes of another orgasm.
I came again, burying myself deep inside her, my release hot and powerful.

As soon as I finished, I pulled out. Her sex glistened, slick with our combined fluids. Yu-ra lay beneath me, catching her breath.

“God, I’m… I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to die.”

“You’ll be fine.”

I ran my hand over her breast, her body limp and relaxed.
She stirred a moment later, then sat up abruptly.

“Bathroom.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to pee.”

After all the wine and the hours of sex, it wasn’t surprising.
But the soreness in her lower back made it difficult for her to move.

“I’ll help you.”

And with that, I pushed back inside her.

“Oh god! No… stop… I’m serious!”

“Then hold on tight.”

Her panicked voice spurred me on. I had her cling to me and carried her to the bathroom.

Yu-ra, struggling to control her bladder and her pleasure, was sweating. I helped her onto the toilet.

“…”
“…”

We stared at each other for a moment.

“Aren’t you going to leave?”

She wanted me to go; it was natural to feel shy about such things. But I wanted to see her flustered, so I held my cock in front of her face.

“I need you to take care of this.”

“Ugh… you are such a pervert.”

Despite her words, she took me into her mouth and started to suck.

“Mmm…”

Her body trembled as she worked my cock, clearly trying to hold back.

I placed my hand on her head and started moving my hips.

“Oh!”

Yu-ra, who had been carefully controlling herself, gasped at the sudden movement, and I, watching her struggle to keep me in her mouth, felt my excitement building.

“Oh god… mmm…”

I thrust deep into her throat, and her body shuddered. Then, still sitting on the toilet, she couldn’t hold it in any longer.

A soft stream of liquid trickled into the toilet bowl, and I came, filling her mouth.

I pulled out after she finished, and she glared at me, tears in her eyes.

“Sorry. I wanted to see you embarrassed.”

I ran my fingers through her hair apologetically, and she quickly forgave me.

“Just… don’t do that again. Okay?”

“Okay.”

There are things that are hard the first time but easy the second. And then there are things that are hard the first time and impossible to do again. This definitely fell into the latter category, but I decided to enjoy the moment.

Yu-ra eyed me warily, sensing my mischievous thoughts, but I was faster. I grabbed her legs and gently pulled her down onto the bathroom floor.

“What?! What are you doing?!”

She was taken aback by my unexpected action, and I, without a moment’s hesitation, pushed inside her.

“Oh!”

Determined to indulge every whim tonight, no matter the consequences, I started thrusting as she lay half-on, half-off the toilet.

“Ahh… oh god… yes!”

Her body, already primed for pleasure, responded instantly, despite the unusual position.

Back in the living room, I carried her, her back too sore for her to stand, and fucked her again as she lay on the floor. Then, in the bedroom, the sight of her lying on the bed sent another wave of lust through me.

Finally, as she pleaded with me to stop, exhausted, I came inside her one last time. Our night of insatiable passion continued.

The next morning, I woke up, every detail of the previous night vivid in my mind, just like the time before. Yu-ra, lying beside me, groaned.

“My back is killing me, you idiot.”

There was a definite edge to her voice, and I cringed.

“Sorry. I won’t do that again.”

I apologized for my drunken antics and the rough sex, but it didn’t save me from a well-aimed punch to the arm.

I had no excuse, so I just lay there and took it.

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