I hesitated, my eyes meeting hers, silently asking for permission. She gave the smallest of nods, her gaze never leaving mine, and I felt myself stiffen even more as my fingertips brushed against the underside of her breasts before cupping them, a slight gasp escaping her as I gently squeezed the soft flesh.
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God, they felt so soft, yet firm. Even though she had layers of clothes, her breasts were perfect. My fingers sank into the pliant flesh, and I felt her nipples stiffen under my touch, the sensation sending a jolt through me as my cock pulsated in my pants.
Nathalie was enjoying this.
Such a thought was exhilarating as I began to fondle her breasts, gently kneading the supple mounds, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips parting as a soft moan escaped her. I kept going, her chest rising and falling, her breathing becoming heavy and ragged as she began to squirm and wriggle underneath my touch, her cheeks flushed.
Was she getting wet?
I could feel her nipples pressing against my palms, and her chest was rising and falling, her heart racing as she bit her lip, trying her best to hold back her moans and whimpers, but the look of pure desire was clear as day, the desire written all over her face, and her expression was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and frustration, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
And then....
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"Ah!" Nathalie let out a startled yelp, causing me to jump back at her sudden cry as her body twitched a bit, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. It took me a while to realise what had happened, and as the realisation hit me, I couldn't help but be taken aback.
'Fuck. Did I make her...?'
She came.
She actually came from being groped and fondled.
It was such a simple act, but it was enough to send her over the edge. Nathalie sat there, her face flushed, her chest heaving, her legs quivering, and her panties were visibly soaked through, a noticeable wet spot forming on the fabric.
"I'm sorry," Nathalie gasped, her voice shaky. "I...didn't expect that."
"Neither did I," I said, the sight before me making my cock pulse. "But I guess that means you enjoyed it."
Nathalie didn't say anything, merely nodding her head as she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and she shifted, her cheeks turning a darker shade of red as she was no doubt feeling the wetness between her legs.
"You must have been really backed up," I remarked, grinning. "Can I see how wet you are?"
Nathalie hesitated for a moment, her gaze meeting mine, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. For a moment, I thought she would turn me down, but then she nodded and began to roll up her skirt, revealing the creamy flesh of her thighs as she spread her legs, exposing the soaked fabric of her panties.
Holy shit, was that lace? I had never imagined that the uptight Nathalie would wear something so...risqué. But it was hot, and I couldn't deny the rush of arousal that shot through me as I leaned in, my gaze fixed on her crotch, her musk filling the air..
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The sight was intoxicating.
Nathalie was drenched, her panties practically ruined, the wetness seeping through the fabric and forming a large damp spot in the middle. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and I couldn't stop staring as the visibly soaked patch of fabric clung to her mound, the outline of her labia visible.
God, she was so wet.
And it was all because of me.
You came so fast."
"I-it's been a while." Nathalie stammered, looking away, unable to meet my gaze, as I could see the embarrassment and shame written all over her face. "I, uh, haven't had any time for...me-time lately."
"That's understandable," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. "With all the work and stuff, I'm sure you haven't had the time or energy to do it." I couldn't help but smirk as I leaned forward, our faces inches apart, my gaze boring into hers.
"A-Adren-," I cut off Nathalie as I pressed my lips against hers, silencing her as she froze, the older woman stiffening in surprise, her body going rigid.
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I couldn't stop myself.
I needed her.
Wanted her.
It was too much, the sight of her, the scent of her arousal, the feeling of her breasts, the way her body trembled beneath me, her heart racing, her breathing ragged, and it was driving me insane.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity, and when we finally broke apart, she stared at me, her eyes wide with shock, her lips parted, a slight gasp escaping her.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," I chuckled, licking my lips. "But you're right, this is strictly professional."
Nathalie looked shell-shocked, her expression unreadable as she slowly recovered, the older woman regaining her composure as her usual stoic expression returned.
"Right. Just a bit of...fun," She said, a slight tremor in her voice. "Please don't mention this to anyone. Your father can't find out about this."
"My lips are sealed with a kiss," I smirked, a devilish grin crossing my face. "And you won't tell anyone about this either, right?"
"O-of course." Nathalie nodded, a blush crossing her cheeks. "Anyway, are you....uh, satisfied now? Did it...relieve some stress?"
"A little, but now it feels even more tense than before," I answered, gesturing to the obvious tent in my pants, the bulge straining against the fabric. "You want to see it- you know, as a second opinion."
"Oh. O-okay," Nathalie said after a moment, her tone soft, and I could feel her eyes on me, studying my crotch. Without another word, I stood up and moved to stand in front of her, the older woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together, her eyes locked on my crotch, the anticipation thick in the air. Slowly, I unzipped my pants, and the bulge sprang forth, the fabric straining as the outline of my cock was visible, the throbbing member straining against the fabric.
Nathalie's eyes went wide, a look of surprise and shock on her face as she stared at my erection, her lips parting, a slight gasp escaping her as her cheeks turned a dark shade of red, her expression unreadable.
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"Uh...wow," She muttered, her gaze fixed on my crotch, and the silence between us dragged on as she continued to stare at my cock, and the sight of her gazing at my erection was turning me on.
"What do you think?" I asked, trying to break the tension as she was seemingly mesmerised by the sight of my dick, the older woman's cheeks flushed, her gaze fixed on my cock.
"I...uh...it's, uh, bigger than I expected," She replied, her voice trembling, her hands twitching slightly, a look of conflict and arousal in her eyes. "It's, uh, much bigger than I thought it would be." She then leaned forward, putting her face closer to my crotch, the older woman's gaze fixed on my erection, her cheeks flushed.
"It looks so...swollen," She remarked, her gaze flicking up to meet mine, her expression unreadable. "Is it painful?"
"A little," I answered, my heartbeat increasing as the throbbing in my pants grew more intense, the sight of her mere inches from my cock was driving me crazy. "You help relieve the stress a little, but not much. It's been a rough few weeks."
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"I...I see," Nathalie mumbled, her gaze fixed on my erection, and the silence between us dragged on, the tension thick in the air. The urge to grab her and fuck her was almost unbearable, but I managed to restrain myself, knowing that I had to take things slow.
After a few moments, Nathalie suddenly brought her hand up, her palm resting on my cock, causing a slight gasp to escape me as her much cooler hand made contact with my hot, swollen member.
"Sorry," She whispered, her voice trembling slightly as her palm cupped my cock, and the feeling was incredible, the heat of her hand contrasting with the coolness of the room. "Just wanted to get a feel for it."
"That's fine," I managed to reply, my heart pounding, the blood pumping in my veins as she began to rub my cock, her hand slowly moving up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was gentle, her movements measured, and the sensation was incredible, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Nathalie continued to move her hand, her touch growing bolder, the feeling of her hand cupping and rubbing my dick enough to make me want to cum right then and there.
"Does that feel good?" She asked, her gaze meeting mine, and the sight of her looking up with her frigid ice queen stare, her face centimetres away from my cock, the feeling of her hand stroking me was too much.
"Fuck, yeah," I groaned, my breathing ragged, my cock pulsating and throbbing. "You're good at this."
Nathalie didn't respond, continuing her movements,the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as gave me a handjob.
Damn, Nathalie was surprisingly good at this, her movements measured and precise, her grip firm, and the feeling of her cool hand rubbing my dick was enough to drive me crazy. She kept going, her pace increasing, the sound of her hand sliding up and down the length of my cock was like music to my ears.
"God, your hand feels so good," I gasped, the pressure building, the heat rising, the sensation was incredible, and the sight of her was almost too much, the feeling of her hand jerking my dick was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and it was becoming too much, the sensation overwhelming, and I knew that I was close, the pressure reaching a fever pitch.
"I'm going to-"
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And with a groan, I exploded, thick spurts of cum shooting from the tip of my cock, the feeling was intense, and the sensation was mind-blowing as I came all over her face, painting her features white with cum, the feeling of release was incredible, and it felt so damn good, the release of all the pent-up tension, the frustration, the stress, all of it was coming out, and I couldn't help but let out a moan, the waves of pleasure washing over me, and for a moment, I thought I would pass out, the sensation was so intense.
As I slowly regained my bearings, I noticed Nathalie, still kneeling on the floor, her face covered in my cum, the thick, creamy liquid dripping from her features.
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Fuck!
I didn't mean to-
"Sorry,"
"It's fine," Nathalie replied, her voice shaking, and she slowly got up, wiping her face clean, her expression unreadable. "I, uh, wasn't expecting so much, but...well, that was...intense."
"Yeah, I'll say," I laughed, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. I still couldn't believe this was happening. That she had just jerked me off and I busted a fat load all over her face, and the best part was that she didn't seem to care, and she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower," Nathalie said, giving me a sidelong glance as she left, her heels clicking on the floor, and I couldn't help but notice a much more pronounced sway in her hips as she walked. "By the way, Adrien. If you need any more...help, just let me know."
With that, she left, and I was alone, still basking in the afterglow of my climax, the realisation hitting me.
Nathalie had just jerked me off.
She had willingly, intentionally, and knowingly jerked me off, and the best part was, she wanted to do it again.
I was still in disbelief; the entire situation was almost surreal, and the rush was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was a combination of the taboo, the forbidden nature of the act, the thrill of getting caught, and the feeling of having the most gorgeous woman in the world willingly giving me a handjob, after fondling her breasts.
The memories were still fresh in my mind: her soft, supple breasts, the way her body quivered and shook as she came, the sound of her breathy moans, the sight of her soaked panties, the scent of her musk filling the air.
God, it was incredible.
And the fact that Nathalie had offered to do it again, the very thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't wait until the next time we met.
The thoughts consumed me as I lay there, the exhaustion from the day's events and the adrenaline from the handjob, combined with the post-orgasmic haze, began to lull me to sleep, and soon enough, I found myself drifting off, the sweet embrace of sleep taking hold.
But before sleep took me, one last thought crossed my mind.
I wonder what Ladybug is doing right now....
-x-X-x-
The Morning arrives too soon. The pale light of dawn filters through my curtains, pulling me reluctantly from the depths of sleep. My mind, still clouded with remnants of dreams about Ladybug and the vivid memories of Nathalie, has left me in a state of intense, aching arousal.
Damn it.
My thoughts drift back to last night, and a fresh wave of heat flashes through me. The memory is intoxicating: Nathalie's softness, the feel of her toned legs, the sound of her breathy moans, the sight of her—
The thought is cut short as I enter the dining room. There she is, waiting for me as usual. Just the sight of her is enough to send another jolt of desire through me, the memories crashing back.
"Good morning, Adrien," she says, her tone cool and professional. But her gaze flicks down, just for an instant, to the obvious bulge in my pants, and a faint blush colours her cheeks. She remembers, too. "Are you ready for school?"
"Y-yeah, I'm good," I manage to reply, the image of her from last night seared into my mind as I move to sit down, forcing myself not to stare.
Before I can take my seat, someone wraps their arms around me from behind. The air fills with a familiar scent of vanilla and lavender. I turn my head only to be crushed in a bear hug, my face buried in a pair of impossibly soft, plush pillows.
Adrien's Arousal: 20/100
"My baby boy! Oh, how I've missed you!" a familiar voice chimes, practically squeezing the air from my lungs before finally releasing me. "Look at you, all grown up and so handsome! It feels like only yesterday you were just a little thing!"
"Mom, can you please stop?" I protest, swatting her hand away as I try to hide the blush burning my cheeks.
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My mother, Émilie Agreste née Graham de Vanily, needs no introduction in Paris. She is a model, an icon, a socialite, an actress—a woman who commands attention like the sun. It's easy to see where I got my looks.
Even in a sharp white suit, her figure is undeniable. Time has been kind to her; she is still in spectacular shape. The fabric of her blouse strains over her generous cleavage, and her pants cling to the voluptuous curve of her hips and the perfect shape of her rear. She is the picture of beauty and poise, a household name whose list of accolades is as long as her legs. It's no wonder she was the focal point of my earliest adolescent awakenings. Even now, her presence is arresting.
I take a deep breath, relieved to be free from the suffocating hug, only for her to start pinching and pulling at my cheek.
"Oh, come on, Adrien," Émilie pouts, a playful lilt in her voice. "You know I love your cheeks. They remind me of when you were a baby!"
"Mom," I groan, my embarrassment growing as I try to push her away. To her, I'm still her little boy. Her constant doting is overwhelming, especially since her career keeps her away from home so often. Her absence has been even more pronounced since…
Since Dad died two years ago.
After the accident and funeral, I remember how upset I was, withdrawing from my friends, the hollow nights spent crying myself to sleep.
But Mom took it hardest of all.
The two were as close as anymore could be and losing him shattered her. She took a year-long sabbatical, traveling to remote places like Tibet and Nepal for reasons she never shared while I was left to navigate the pieces of our broken life alone.
When she returned, she seemed… unchanged, acting like nothing happened.
If it weren't for Nathalie's steady presence, I'm not sure what would have happened.
That's how I remember it.
So why does my heart insist something is wrong?
"Oh, stop being such a spoilsport," Mom laughs, ruffling my hair and snapping me back to the present. "You know you love it."
"Sure, whatever you say, Mom," I sigh, rolling my eyes. She pinches my cheek again, harder this time.
"Ah! Stop it!"
"Not until you admit you love me," she teases, tugging playfully. Just as it starts to genuinely hurt, Nathalie intervenes.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Agreste, but Adrien needs to leave for school soon. You also have a board meeting to attend." Her voice is calm but firm, and it's enough to make my mother release me with a dramatic pout.
"Ugh, but those old bores will talk in circles! Do I really have to go?" she groans, looking every bit the petulant child. Nathalie doesn't flinch, well accustomed to this.
"Yes, Mrs. Agreste. As head of the board, it's your responsibility."
"Oh, fine," Mom huffs. Then a devilish smirk crosses her face as her eyes land on Nathalie. "Then we'll all ride together. It's on the way! We can catch up."
"Actually, Mrs. Agreste, the meeting is in the opposite direction."
"Nonsense, we have time," Mom waves her off dismissively. She darts over and throws her arms around Nathalie's neck in a suffocating embrace, pressing their cheeks together. "Besides, we haven't caught up in ages! I want to hear all about how you've been. We'll make it a family outing—some mother-son bonding time."
"Sure, why not? It's been a while," I replied, a slight smile on my face as I saw the look of surprise and annoyance on Nathalie's face. "It'll be fun."
"Hold on-"
"Too late, it's already decided," Mom cut her off, releasing her and patting her on the back, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Now, come on, we're wasting time!"
"Huah-?! B-but, what about your meeting?"
"Oh, that? Pssh, I'll just be fashionably late," She waved off, the smirk on her face growing wider as she gave me a mischievous wink. "Besides, what are they gonna do? Fire me?"
"I...you..." Nathalie struggled, trying her best to keep a straight face before letting out a resigned sigh, knowing that there was no point in arguing. "I'll get the car ready."
"Perfect! That's the spirit!" Mom laughed before slapping Nathalie's ass, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise.
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The sound of the slap echoed throughout the room as the sight of the dark-haired woman's doughy ass rippled from the impact. The act caused a wave of heat to rush through my body, and a twitch in my pants. The way her firm cheeks jiggled with each step made me want to bury my face between her cheeks, and the mental image was enough to make my cock strain against the fabric of my pants.
The sudden surge of arousal took me by surprise, and I did my best to hide the bulge in my pants as the memory of last night played back in my head, the feeling of her soft breasts in my hands, her hand rubbing my cock, and her cum-covered face.
"Mrs. Agreste...this is inappropriate. I'm your assistant," Nathalie hissed, sounding more annoyed than embarrassed, and Mom simply laughed.
"I know, but I can't help it," She grinned, a mischievous look in her eyes. "You have a really nice ass, and it's hard to resist."
Nathalie rolled her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. "Come, Mrs. Agreste, we need to leave. I have the car parked out back"
"Fine, fine eve, let's go~" Mom laughed, taking her sweet time as she followed behind, clearly enjoying herself as Nathalie shot her a glare. I couldn't help but chuckle, amused by the interaction.
'Yeah...just as I remember it.'
-x-X-x-
The car ride to school unfolded exactly as I'd anticipated. The three of us were seated in the back of the limousine, with my mother stretched out across the entire seat, her head settled comfortably in Nathalie's lap. She was holding court, ranting with dramatic flair about her favorite subjects: the incompetence of the board members, the dismal state of the world, her contempt for politics, and her general disdain for anyone in power. All the while, I sat directly across from them, desperately trying to conceal the obvious bulge straining against my trousers.
"...Aaand that's the story of how I managed to sneak a live goose into the chairman's office. He never saw it coming," she cackled. Her eyes, alight with their usual mischief, then landed on me. "But enough about me! Now, my sweet, handsome baby boy, tell me everything! How have you been? What's new with your friends? Any new developments in your love life?"
"M-Mom! Can we not talk about my love life right now?!" I groaned, feeling a hot blush spread across my cheeks as an image of Ladybug instantly flashed in my mind.
"What? Why not?" she pouted, giving me a sidelong glance. "A handsome, rich, famous, and well-mannered young man like you must have had a ton of girlfriends by now?"
"Well—wait, why is it in the plural?!" My protest went entirely unheard as she barreled on.
"Or," she pressed, a single eyebrow raised and her teasing gaze locking onto mine, "is there someone special who's caught your eye? Hmm? Any juicy details you'd like to share with your dear mother?"
"I… Uh…" I fumbled, completely at a loss. A war erupted in my mind: I hated the idea of lying to her, but I had no idea how she would react to the truth—that I was hopelessly, utterly in love with Ladybug.
"Mom, if I told you, you'd either try to set up a playdate or hire a private investigator to dig up her entire family history. " I countered, trying to change the topic, "Let's spare some poor girl the Agreste interrogation, huh?"
"Aw, but you know I'd never do anything to embarrass you, honey!" Mom replied, her tone laced with mock-offence, her eyes wide, her lips curled into a pout, "As your mother, it is my duty to ensure that any potential girlfriend of yours is absolutely perfect and worthy of your affection."
"I'm pretty sure, if I let you near my school or anyone I know from school, I would end up with all the girls in my school, living in my house on the second day you met them," I said in a deadpan tone. Not a joke by the way, she has been offering to marry any woman I am even remotely associated with for as long as I can remember, and this was before I hit puberty. "Hey Natalie, if Mom were to make the girls in my school start living with me, would we have the budget for an expansion in the manor, or are they living with me in my room?"
"Mrs. Agreste, while the funds are certainly not an issue, I'm afraid the logistics of such an arrangement would be quite a challenge," Nathalie spoke, the slightest hint of exasperation in her tone. "Plus, the reputational damage would be...quite severe."
"You two are no fun," Mom sighed, a slight pout on her face, clearly disappointed. "Oh well, can't blame a mother for wanting to know everything about her son."
"Uh, Mom, we're still in high school," I pointed out, doing my best to ignore the fact that I'd had sex with two different women yesterday, "I'm not really in the market for marriage."
"Please, your father and I made our vows when we were in middle school," She scoffed, waving off my concern. "Love is love, and I'm not going to judge. If you have found a girl that makes your heart go all 'bwum, bwum', then I support you 100%, no matter what."
"Well, I guess there.."
"We're here, Mr Agreste." Nathalie interrupted, the limo pulling up outside the school as the students and faculty began to file in.
"Ah, looks like we're here," Mom remarked, sitting up and looking out the window. "Time flies when you're having fun."
"Thank god.." I sighed in relief, thankful that the conversation was over. As much as I loved my mother, the constant teasing and nagging could get a bit annoying at times. I was ready to jump out of the limo and run into the building, eager to escape, but like a lioness waiting for her prey, the older woman quickly pounced, grabbing hold of me and wrapping her arms around me, pushing my face into her cleavage as she hugged me tightly.
"Oh, Adrikins, I'm going to miss you so much," She cooed, squeezing me tightly as she buried my face deeper into her chest, the soft, plush mounds enveloping my head.
My face burned crimson, the heat rising as her ample breasts were smothering me, her soft, plump flesh pressed against my face, the scent of her perfume filling the air, the smell of her sweat through the fabric of her blouse. She was suffocating me with her chest; her arms were wrapped around me, trapping me, and the only thing I could see was her cleavage, her blouse clinging to her curves.
"I'll try to see if I can come home early, okay, sweetie?" Her muffled voice came through her cleavage, but all I could manage was a muffled grunt; the feeling of her breasts was overwhelming.
"Mrs. Agreste, we have a meeting to get to," Nathalie interjected, a hint of annoyance in her tone. "If we don't hurry, you'll be late."
"Oh, poo! Fine," Mom sighed, reluctantly releasing her hold on me, allowing me to breathe fresh air, the cool breeze hitting my face.
"Bye, sweetie, have a great day at school," Mom called out, blowing me a kiss as I stumbled out of the car, the heat from her embrace lingering on my skin.
"Love you too, Mom," I muttered, watching as the limo pulled away, a small smile on my face as I watched her go.
'Never a dull moment with her around.'
-x-X-x-
The day went by relatively uneventfully as the usual lessons and classes filled the time. Nothing too interesting, but I felt as though I had a better time than before as I wrote down some notes and did some work.
That said, Ms Bustier didn't make it easy, as I did my best not to stare at her tits.
"As you know, the Renaissance was a period of immense cultural and artistic growth during the Middle Ages in Europe, most notably in the Italian city-states. The Renaissance is seen as the bridge between the Middle Ages and modern history, with a shift from a primarily religious focus to an increased emphasis on the secular." Ms Bustier explained, gesturing to the board behind her, covered in various images, drawings, and paintings, the most notable being that of the Mona Lisa.
However, as interesting as the topic was, my attention was elsewhere, specifically on the red-headed woman in front of me, her large, supple breasts straining against her tight shirt, the outline of her bra visible through the thin fabric, and the way her hips swayed with each step was mesmerising, her curves accentuated by the pencil skirt that clung to her form.
But fuck, man, the things I'd do to those huge titties....
"Adrien, could you answer the question, please?"
Uh oh.
Fuck.
Shit.
I was so caught up in ogling her that I didn't hear the question.
"Um, can you repeat the question, Miss?"
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"Adrien, could you please pay attention?" Ms. Bustier chided, walking up to my desk as she leaned over, her large breasts hovering inches away from my face.
'Holy shit. They're even bigger up close!'
The sight was incredible, her large, supple breasts hanging inches from my face, the soft, plush mounds pressing against the fabric of her shirt, her nipples visible through the thin cotton, her blouse doing nothing to hide her generous cleavage.
Fuck.
My cock strained against the fabric of my pants, and I had to fight the urge to grab her tits right then and there, knowing full well the consequences would be dire, as I was in class and surrounded by my peers.
"I am paying attention," I replied, my eyes flicking up to meet hers, the red-headed teacher looking down at me with an unreadable expression, and for a moment, I was worried she was onto me.
"In what ways did Machiavelli's The Prince challenge traditional medieval political thought?"
The silence hung thick in the air, and the rest of the class looked on, some amused, some anxious, but I couldn't concentrate, the gaps between the buttons growing and the blouse getting even tighter around her form.
"Machiavelli's The Prince challenged traditional political thought by advocating a strong ruler who was willing to use any means necessary, including violence, to secure and maintain power."
"Very good, Adrien. " Ms. Bustier remarked before shifting back to a standing position, "Even though you were distracted, I'm glad you were able to answer the que-"
However, the act of shifting caused her blouse to pull taut against her chest, the red-haired woman letting out a startled cry.
*SNAP-P-P!!!*
A loud squeal filled the air as the top exploded, the fabric flying to the side and exposing her ample bosom to the class.
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Though, I didn't manage to enjoy the sight for long before needing to dunk my head under my desk as the buttons went flying off, the force of her breasts snapping the shirt like a rubber band, sending them flying across the room and pelting me and everyone else with them.
"Eep!" Ms. Bustier shrieked, her hands flying up to cover her bare chest, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson as she stared down at me, mortified.
Fuck, she had the nicest pair of tits.
Her large, heavy breasts were barely contained by her bra, her plump, creamy flesh spilling out of the lacy garment, the dark fabric accentuating her pale skin, the sight was intoxicating as the whole class was "Boob-shocked" into silence.
"Uhhh..." I muttered, my gaze fixed on her heaving bosom, the sight was mesmerising, and I could feel the pressure in my pants growing, my erection straining against the fabric of my pants.
"Hehe..." The red-haired teacher let out an embarrassed chuckle as she tried her best to cover herself; the buttons that had flown off her shirt were now scattered across the room.
"Ms. Bustier, are you okay?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"O-oh, um, I'm fine. Just...a little, uh, wardrobe malfunction." She managed to reply, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Ahm, class is dismissed early today. Please read pages 394-407 in your textbooks for the homework. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go change."
With that, she practically bolted out of the room, leaving the rest of us dumbstruck.
-x-X-x-
Since it was now a free period, I figured it was the perfect chance to catch up with Nina. She was sprawled out, scrolling through her phone with a bored look.
"Hey, Nina! How's it going?"
The dark-skinned girl glanced up from her screen, momentarily surprised, before flashing me a grin, her voice laced with amusement. "Eh, not much. Just killing time. What's up?"
"Just wanted to say hi," I said, smiling slightly. "And see how you've been. Feels like forever since we last talked."
"We talked yesterday," she pointed out, frowning in mild irritation.
"Yeah, I know," I admitted, "but with everything going on, it feels way longer." She gave a half-shrug and patted the spot beside her, inviting me to sit.
"I'm fine," she said, her tone warmer now. "What about you? Your mom still playing matchmaker?"
"Ugh, don't even get me started," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Luckily, she's been a little less intense lately."
"Good for you," she replied, smirking. "Wanna check out some new music?"
"Sure," I agreed, happy to hang out and listen.
-x-X-x-
The song was an absolute banger—pulsing with an infectious beat layered under a hypnotic melody. The rhythm thrummed through me, deep and electric, while the lyrics dripped with suggestive wordplay, packed with innuendos and sly metaphors.
Damn.
"Good shit, right?" Nina smirked, clearly noticing how hooked I was.
"Hell yeah," I admitted, bobbing my head slightly. "This is the kind of track that makes you move."
"You say that like you can move with those two left feet," she teased, poking my cheek.
"Excuse you, I'm an exceptional dancer," I shot back, the lie practically glowing neon. "And isn't this the pot calling the kettle black?"
Nina's eyes narrowed, a challenge sparking in them. "Oh? So I can't dance now?"
"Maybe," I said, grinning.
That was all the provocation she needed.
"Bet."
In one fluid motion, Nina was on her feet, swiping through her phone until another bass-heavy track kicked in. She stepped right in front of me, hips already swaying.
"Better keep your eyes open, Dude," she warned with a wink. "Wouldn't want you to miss this."
Then she dropped—literally.
With her hands braced on her knees, she sank low, her athletic frame flexing effortlessly as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles. The rhythm pulsed, and so did she—each movement calculated, hypnotic. Every time she threw it back, her shorts inched higher, the fabric straining against the curve of her ass, revealing more of her smooth ebony skin.
But when the beat dropped?
Oh. Hell.
Nina went off.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
A full-on twerk showcase—right here, in the middle of school. Because I dared imply she couldn't dance.
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*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
Holy crap. Out of everything I could've predicted, Nina twerking in front of me—at school, no less—wasn't even on the list. And the kicker? She only did it because I said she couldn't dance. Logically, I should've stopped her before we got caught. But my brain short-circuited, my gaze locked onto the mesmerising bounce of her round, juicy ass.
PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
*PLAP*
It was like watching poetry in motion—every jiggle, every shake, every fierce throwback perfectly synced to the beat. Her booty jiggled like a bowl full of jelly as she shook her ass in perfect sync with the music, the movements of her hips, the way she threw her booty back, the way she gyrated her hips, all of it was mesmerising.
My cock throbbed painfully against the confines of my pants, straining the fabric to its limit. Precum seeped through, dampening the material as my body betrayed just how much this was affecting me. The sight alone was enough to drive any man wild—but the fact that we were in public, where anyone could walk in and see Nina's hypnotic display, sent an illicit thrill straight through me.
Every bounce, every PLAP of her ass sent a jolt of heat coursing through my veins. The temptation was maddening. My fingers twitched with the urge to grab her hips, to pull her flush against me, to claim her right then and there. The primal part of my brain screamed at me to act, to give in to the hunger coiling tight in my gut.
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I couldn't resist.
Quickly, I fumbled for my phone, angling it discreetly as I snapped a picture of her perfect, jiggling ass. Guilt flickered in the back of my mind—I shouldn't be doing this—but it was drowned out by the raw, carnal need burning through me. I'd never felt anything this overwhelming before.
"Wow, Mr. Perfect is taking sneaky ass pics. Who would've thought, eh, Dude?"
Nina's voice—teasing, knowing—ripped me from my trance. My head snapped up to find her smirking at me over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.
Shit. Busted.
"W-what? N-no! That's not—I wasn't—" I stammered, my face burning. My pathetic attempt at denial only made her grin widen.
"Uh-huh. So what're you gonna do with that, huh?" She tilted her head, her tone dripping with playful accusation. "Stroke to it later when you're all alone?"
My throat went dry. The idea alone sent another pulse of heat straight to my already aching cock.
"I-I just wanted to show someone your dancing! That's all!" I blurted out, knowing full well how weak the excuse sounded.
Nina snorted, rolling her eyes. "Please. I post thirst traps all the time—this is nothing new." Then, with a sudden shift in her expression—a wicked glint in her eye—she added, "Here. Let me give you a real show."
Before I could process her words, she stepped forward, backing her hips up until her ass hovered inches from my crotch.
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"W-Woah! N-Nina—!"
"Relax, Dude," she purred, glancing back at me with that same infuriating smirk. "Just giving you a better view."
And then—
PLAP PLAP PLAP
She grinded against me.
The moment her plush ass made contact with my rock-hard erection, my entire body tensed. The pressure was unreal—each bounce sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, her warmth searing even through the fabric of our clothes.
PLAP PLAP PLAP
The sound alone was sinful. The sight—her round, ebony cheeks clapping, her shorts riding up with every movement—was obscene. And the scent of her perfume, mixed with the faint musk of exertion, filled my senses until I was dizzy with lust.
I was losing control.
My hands gripped the edge of the seat, knuckles white, as I fought the urge to grab her hips and pull her down harder. Every rational thought screamed that this was wrong, that we were in school, that someone could walk in at any second—
But fuck, I didn't care.
Nina threw her head back slightly, a breathy laugh escaping her lips as she felt me twitch beneath her."You like this, don't you, Dude?"
I couldn't even answer.
Because in that moment, all I could think was—
I need more.
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse—or better, depending on who you asked—Nina closed the distance between us, grinding her hips against me in slow, deliberate circles. The pressure built, my restraint fraying, until—
Silence.
The music cut out. So did her movement.
Nina straightened up, breathing hard, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin as she shot me a smug grin. "Whew. I'm pooped." She wiped her brow dramatically. "Still think I can't dance, Dude?"
I let out a strained chuckle, my voice tighter than I'd like. "Point taken. You're a phenomenal dancer. I was an idiot to doubt you."
"Damn right," she laughed, stretching her arms overhead with a satisfied sigh. The way her body gleamed under the lights was downright criminal. "I'm the best dancer this school's ever seen, and I will destroy anyone who—"
BEEEEEEP!!!
The bell screeched through the halls, slicing through her victory speech.
"Oh, shit—gotta bolt!" Nina snatched up her backpack, shoving her phone inside before slinging it over her shoulder. "Later, Dude!"
"Later, Nina," I managed, watching her sprint off—her round, bouncy ass practically taunting me with every step. The sight of her bouncing, bubbly ass was enough to drive me wild, and I had to run off to the nearest bathroom and relieve myself to the pic I'd taken.
Lesson learned: Never, ever doubt Nina's dancing skills again.
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The school day blurred by in a haze of half-remembered lectures and doodled margins. By the final bell, I was stuffing my notebook away when a familiar saccharine voice purred behind me.
"Adrikins~"
Chloé's arms slithered around my neck before I could react, her signature perfume—something expensive and vaguely toxic—filling my space. The press of her chest against my back was impossible to ignore.
"I'm fine, Chloé," I muttered, resisting the urge to shrug her off. Her nails tapped a teasing rhythm on my collarbone.
"Sooo," she drawled, resting her chin on my shoulder, "Daddy's penthouse? Just like old times?"
I could already see the trap—the pout she'd perfected since we were five, the way her baby blues widened just shy of crocodile tears. "Can't. Mountain of homework."
Her grip tightened. "Ugh, boring." She snapped her fingers. "Zoé! Backup!"
The quieter blonde stepped forward with an apologetic smile. "It has been a while..."
"Plus!" Chloé twirled to face me, grinning like a shark. "Sabrina loves doing homework. Don't you, Sabrina?"
The redhead nodded so fast her glasses slipped. "It's really no trouble!"
I opened my mouth to protest when—
BUZZ. BUZZ.
Chloé snarled at her phone. "Who the hell—"
Then—light.
Blinding. Electric. The air crackled as her phone clattered to the floor. A pulse of data erupted from the screen, twisting into a swirling, humanoid vortex.
When the glare faded, she stood there.
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In front of us stood a woman dressed in a dark purple jumpsuit with matching purple boots, the fabric hugging her form, her breasts straining against the tight material as a glowing light, a brilliant rose Wi-Fi symbol was emblazoned on her chest, her lower arms and legs white with three stripes that were white above each and a thin white line went around her waist, with the line creating a semicircle above a short vertical white line in the front, resembling a power button clung to her curves and highlighted her best features.
Her face was a very deep violet butterfly-shaped mask, yet somehow, it seemed familiar.
"Alya...?" The name escaped my lips before I could stop it.
The mask distorted her features, but nothing could disguise that voice—the way her hips cocked to one side, the familiar lilt of her smirk.
"Oh, this is perfect," she purred, tapping a manicured nail against her phone screen. The motion made the suit's material stretch provocatively across her chest. "Three of Paris' biggest fakes, all in one room. The Ladyblog's about to get its most explosive episode yet."
This was catastrophic.
Of all people to get akumatized, why did it have to be the girl who documented every superhero sighting in Paris? My fingers twitched toward my ring on instinct before I caught myself. No. If I transformed now, with Chloé and the others watching, my identity wouldn't survive the afternoon. But leaving them unprotected wasn't an option either—not with this particular akuma, who was giving them a predatory once-over.
Clearly, the only way out of this situation is to stall until Ladybug gets here, so I can run off and change while the akuma's distracted and Choe and the others are safe.
But how long would that take? After all, Ladybug might be on the other side of the city, and even if she were to sense an akuma, there was no guarantee she would come quickly enough to save me, let alone Chloé, Zoé, and Sabrina.
So, how was I going to keep the Akuma busy for however long it took Ladybug to arrive?
Then an idea struck me—a plan that was so crazy, so stupid, it might actually work.
So, seeing no better option, I took a deep breath before flashing LadyWiFi my most infamous smirk—the one that made fangirls swoon and Ladybug roll her eyes as I said, "Why waste time with them when you can have me?"
It was probably the dumbest thing I could ever do, as trying to rizz up an Akuma was the most dangerous, reckless, and stupid thing ever, but I was desperate, and I needed to stall for time somehow.
"Huh." That was all she said, clearly taken aback by the sudden proposition.
"After all, such a smart, intelligent, beautiful girl like you can see a way better story, right?" I pushed, making sure to put a lot of emphasis on the 'beautiful' part as I gave her a quick wink.
A small blush appeared on her cheeks as she let out a soft giggle, "Well, aren't you a flirt? If I didn't know any better, I would say I was starting to fall for your charms," The akuma remarked, a slight smile on her face as she gave me a sultry look. "Make me wonder why a golden boy like you would be willing to hang with a hag like Queenie."
"What do you say you, you bit-" Chloe stood up, her voice full of anger and rage, before she was suddenly cut off as a puse icon suddenly appeared on her mouth, muzzling her. I couldn't help but gape in shock as Zoe and Sabrina let out a yelp of surprise, only to be silenced as well by the same pause icon, which similarly sealed their mouths.
"But if you think I'm going to just stand by and let you flirt your way out of this, then you're sadly mistaken." She gave a smirk, a wicked glint in her eyes as the phone in her hand glowed. "I am LadyWiFi and no lies will go unpunished or shall escape me. So, unless you're willing to pay the price, I suggest you keep your mouth shut, or else I'll have to silence you as well."
'Oh fuck. Well, guess we're in trouble.'
I felt a shiver go down my spine as the akuma's words sank in, the threat clear, and I was beginning to feel uneasy. But with the lives of those I know on the line, I knew I couldn't hesitate.
"Oh, trust me, I'm not," I shot back, putting on my most charming smile, trying to seem confident, as I continued. "Because, if there's one thing I know about you, Alya, it's that you love a good story, and what could be better than having me and the most famous celebrity in Paris all to yourself?"
"What are you getting at, pretty boy?" She asked, the look on her face clearly suspicious, the grip on her phone tightening.
"Come on, you must've realised it by now," I chuckled, trying to play up the character. "But imagine the content if you interviewed me first. Adrien Agreste, exclusive—no filters, no lies. Just... us." You gestured to her phone. "Think of the views."
LadyWiFi seemed to consider the idea for a moment, her expression thoughtful as she tapped her chin. "Hmm, you do have a point, I guess, and it would be a shame not to take advantage of the opportunity." She paused, glancing at Chloé and the others. "Though I would hate to leave the girls out, considering they're also quite popular." Then a thought struck her as her gaze returned to me. "Haha...tell you what, love boy, I'll be glad to take you up on your offer."
I didn't bother to hide my surprise at her reaction. "Really? You're taking me up on it?"
"Yeah," LadyWiFi smirked. "After all, giving the boy Queen Bee has a front row seat to her utter humiliation is the perfect revenge for everything she's done."
Before I was even able to react, a pinkish-purple light like the one that appeared before flashed as we were all sucked in and teleported elsewhere, the last thing I heard being the muffled sounds of Chloé and the others, who had no doubt tried to scream, only to be silenced by the pause icon.
The world blurred around us, and in an instant, we materialized in a room I knew all too well—Chloé's bedroom at Le Grand Paris. I'd been here enough times to recognize the lavish setup: the massive bed, the vanity lined with expensive perfumes, the wide-screen TV, and the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering city below.
Now, though, the luxurious space felt more like a trap.
We were arranged in a semicircle—Chloé, Zoé, and Sabrina each tied to their own chairs with a glowing "Stop" icon, their limbs completely immobilized. Chloé was practically vibrating with fury, her face flushed scarlet, while Zoé and Sabrina exchanged nervous glances, their fear palpable. I was the only one left unbound—for now.
LadyWiFi strolled in front of them like a game show host, her phone raised, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.
"Yo, peeps! Lady WiFi here—truth-seeker extraordinaire—coming at you LIVE from Le Grand Paris!" She gestured dramatically at us. "And today's hot topic? An exclusive interview with Paris's golden boy… and the so-called 'Wicked Witch of the West' plus her two little flying monkeys! Sound about right, Queenie?"
She turned to Chloé, who thrashed against her restraints, her muffled screams barely audible beneath the pause icon still sealing her mouth. The akuma laughed, clearly relishing the moment, as a "Camera" icon flickered to life, broadcasting everything to every screen in range.
"Oh, did I forget to mention? No talking unless I say so," LadyWiFi taunted, plopping down across from them with mock sympathy. "Now, let's go over the rules: Tell the truth, and you walk away scot-free. Lie to me?" Her grin turned sharp. "Well… let's just say you won't like what happens next."
With a flick of her wrist, a spinning wheel icon materialized in the air, our names flashing on its segments. She gave it a dramatic whirl, and the wheel spun with a low hum before slowing… landing on its first victim.
"Zoé Bourgeois," LadyWiFi purred, circling the trembling blonde like a predator toying with its prey. "The sweet, docile little sister who always plays second fiddle to Queen Bee." She tapped her phone, dissolving the pause icon over Zoé's mouth. "Let's start with an easy one: is your beloved big sister actually a colossal, unrepentant bitch?"
Zoé's breath hitched. "W-what? N-no! I'd never say that!" she blurted out, cheeks flushing crimson. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap, shoulders hunching under the sudden spotlight.
"Oh really?" LadyWiFi's grin turned razor-sharp. "No complaints? No resentment? Because from where I'm standing, Chloe's the dictionary definition of 'mean girl.'" She leaned in, eyes glinting. "What about all those girls you helped torment? Marinette? Rose? Juleka? Did she hold a gun to your head? Or were you just as vicious as your precious sister?"
Zoé flinched as if struck. "I... it wasn't like that!" Her voice cracked, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. "She's family, and I just..."
"And what?" LadyWiFi pressed, invading her space. "Family means blind obedience? Means becoming her little yes-girl?" A cruel laugh. "Pathetic. You're not just a sidekick - you're a doormat."
Zoé's chin trembled. A single tear escaped as she turned away, unable to bear the akuma's piercing stare.
"Doesn't matter, you lose." LadyWiFi shrugged, a cruel smile on her face, "Now then, Chat: what would punishment for this liar be, eh?"
The poll results flashed on LadyWiFi's screen, and her grin turned predatory. With a tap of her phone, the "Stop" icons around Zoé shifted—and her clothes dissolved into pixels, leaving her completely exposed.
"Eep!"
Zoé's squeak pierced the air as her bare skin flushed pink. Her perky breasts bounced with the motion, nipples hardening under the room's chill. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but the glowing restraints forced her onto her back, limbs splayed. A new icon materialised above her: "Foot Rest."
"Let's test your real talents, Bourgeois," LadyWiFi purred, pressing her boot against Zoé's naked pussy. The blonde's back arched with a silent scream as the akuma ground her heel in slow circles.
"Adrien~" LadyWiFi sing-songed, noting my frozen stare. "You look stressed. Need to relax?"
My face burned. Zoé's humiliation was wrong—but fuck, the sight of her squirming beneath that boot sent heat straight to my groin. 'This is sick. Why am I—?'
"Refusing is lying," LadyWiFi interrupted, tapping her phone. "And liars get punished." Her smirk sharpened. "So? Feet up, or forced confession?"
Zoé's pleading eyes met mine—lips parted, chest heaving. Her thighs glistened with arousal. 'She's… enjoying this?' The realisation made my cock throb.
'Shit. Shit.'
Kicking off my shoes, I exhaled through clenched teeth. "Fine."
I perched on Chloe's bed, aiming for Zoé's stomach—but misjudged. My soles landed between her tits, sinking into pillowy softness.
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"Ah! Nngh—!" Zoé's squeals were music as her breasts moulded around my feet. The warmth, the give—it was obscenely perfect. 'Holy fuck, this feels amazing.'
"Looks like we have a dirty, little liar who's secretly enjoying this," LadyWiFi chuckled, a sadistic grin on her face, her eyes glinting with amusement as the smell of her arousal filled the air. "Anyway, moving on." She then spun the wheel icon as it landed on another target.
"Handsome, you're up!" LadyWiFi announced, pivoting toward me with a grin that spelled trouble. The camera icon hovering beside her flickered, broadcasting every word to who-knows-how-many screens across Paris.
"Adrien Agreste—golden boy, heartthrob, most eligible bachelor in the city." She tapped her chin mock-thoughtfully. "Let's settle the rumours once and for all. Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?"
I kept my voice steady, the way Nathalie had trained me for interviews. "No. I've never been in a serious relationship."
"Oho! So the Playboy rumours are just… what? Wishful thinking?" Her eyes gleamed as she whirled toward Chloé, who was still cursing behind her muzzle. "And what about this little claim? Rumour has it you and Queen Bee had a thing."
"False," I said flatly. "Chloé and I have been friends since childhood. Nothing more."
LadyWiFi smirked, tossing Chloé a look that made her shriek into her pause icon. "Oof. Rejected live on air." She leaned in, lowering her voice like we were sharing secrets. "But seriously, Agreste—what's your type? Money? Fame? Or—" Her gaze flicked pointedly downward. "Other… assets?"
Heat rushed to my face. Damn it.
"Aha! There's the blush!" She crowed, spinning to address her invisible audience. "Ladies and germs, the untouchable Adrien Agreste does have a weakness!" The wheel icon materialised again, this time with crude caricatures of body types. "So, pretty boy—bust or booty? "
My face felt like it was burning up as I tried to come up with a response. "W-well," I stammered, rubbing my neck in that way the tabloids always called 'adorably awkward.' He thought about Nina and Marinette's huge, juicy asses and the way they bounced and jiggled with each step they took, and as he looked up close, his pants felt uncomfortably tight, and it was hard to concentrate; the sight of them naked and exposed was a major distraction.
But also, Nathalie and Buster's large, heavy tits were a sight to behold, especially with their bra barely containing their massive bosom, the sight of their soft, plush flesh spilling out of their shirt, their nipples visible through the fabric. And fuck, Mom, man, she was stacked, both ways. Her massive tits were legendary, and her fat ass was the stuff of legends; her curves were the definition of perfection.
"I guess, I like both, though I prefer asses a little more if I was being honest," I replied, the words escaping my mouth before I could stop myself, and it was impossible to ignore the way the akuma's smirk widened.
"Is that so? Interesting..." LadyWiFi's grin stretched ear-to-ear. "While you heard it here first, folks, Adrien Agreste, Paris's own Casanova, likes ass more than tits. Now, I wonder who might have a nice, fat ass that he likes~" She then spun the wheel icon as it landed on another target.
"Ooooh, now we're getting somewhere!" LadyWiFi cackled as the wheel landed on Sabrina. The pause icon vanished from her mouth with a pop. "Chloe's dog, the mutt that was more of a doormat than the literal doormat," She announced, pointing down at Zoe, who was still being used like a footstool as she continued. "Tell me, Sabrina—how many students did you help bully? How many secrets did you dig up for your precious queen?"
"It-it's not like that!" Sabrina spluttered, "I-it was only a few times and..."
"Was Alya one of them?" LadyWiFi's voice turned icy. The camera zoomed in as Sabrina flinched. "You help her get suspended, all because you were told to, yes?"
"Th-that's not...I...." Sabrina struggled, "W-we were just... protecting our reputations...I-I had to...it was for her..."
"Protecting?" A harsh laugh. "You mean lying. And for what? A pat on the head from your master?" She gestured to Chloé, who was vibrating with rage behind her mute icon. "God, at least Zoé has the excuse of being family. You? You're just a volunteer doormat."
Sabrina's breath hitched. "I...I..."
"Seeing as you won't take any responsibility for your actions, then, you lose," LadyWiFi announced, a wicked grin on her face, "punishment is in order, Doggie."
"Since you love being Chloé's pet so much..." LadyWiFi's phone flashed violet. The "Punish" icon spun wildly as a shimmering light engulfed Sabrina. The transformation was instant—and humiliating as Sabrina's clothes melted into pixels before shifting and reforming as a pair of bright orange doggy ears appeared atop her head, along with an orange corset and an orange tail-like appendage attached to a matching orange thong with fluffy orange dog paws now covering her hands and feet. The outfit left very little to the imagination, accentuating her figure, her assets barely contained by the skimpy, revealing clothing. Worst of all was the collar—thick black leather with a diamond-encrusted plaque that read 'CHLOÉ'S BITCH' in gaudy cursive.
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"What—!" Sabrina's shriek cut off as the leash snapped taut in LadyWiFi's grip, yanking her forward onto all fours. Zoé made a strangled noise beneath the akuma's boot. Chloé's muted screams took on a new, almost panicked edge. Adrien looked ready to vomit.
"Now THIS is an upgrade!" LadyWiFi crooned, dragging the humiliated redhead closer. Sabrina's cheeks were scarlet, her eyes watery, but the akuma didn't care. "Though we might need to housebreak you first. Let's see... how does a good dog greet her master?"
Sabrina's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "I'm not—"But before she could finish her sentence, the akuma yanked her leash again, causing the humiliated redhead to yelp as her body was jerked forward.
"Don't make me repeat myself," LadyWiFi warned, her tone menacing. "You are a lowly bitch who is only alive to serve and obey. You are a worthless piece of trash, and you will not speak unless spoken to. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-y-"
"Ah-Ah-Ah." The akuma scolded, wagging her finger as she pulled the leash, the humiliated redhead's eyes widening as the leash constricted her airways. "That's not how a dog is supposed to speak, is it? And seeing as you are a stupid, obedient bitch, I expect you to act like one."
I was ready to jump in, as this was going too far and was crossing the line, but before I could do anything, Sabrina's face fell, the look of utter defeat and acceptance written on her face as she bowed her head and started panting like a dog, her tongue sticking out.
"Good girl, such a smart, obedient, little bitch you are," LadyWiFi smirked, patting the humiliated redhead on the head. "Beg."
Without missing a beat, Sabrina raised her arms and placed her palms together as if she was begging, a pitiful look in her eyes as she began whining like a dog. I wanted to say something, to do anything, but I couldn't stop staring. It was so wrong. Sabrina was a person, not an animal, and yet, the sight of her in her humiliating outfit was strangely...hot. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, the pressure becoming unbearable as I watched the red-haired girl beg, her eyes pleading, the sight of her humiliation sending a surge of arousal through me.
"See? That's much better," LadyWiFi cooed, the look on her face one of sadistic glee as she ran her fingers through the humiliated redhead's hair, scratching her behind the ears. Sabrina let out a pleased whimper at the akuma's touch, leaning into the hand.
"Ah! Are you getting wet?" She gasped, a smirk spreading across her face. "Such a dirty little bitch you are, aren't you? I can't believe you're enjoying this, the humiliation, the degradation, the abuse. You really are a sick, twisted, disgusting bitch, aren't you? So desperate for affection and attention that you would debase yourself like this. How pathetic."
Before I could say anything, the akuma then pressed her boot against Sabrina's face as the humiliated redhead began kissing and licking it like an obedient puppy. It was wrong. So, so wrong, and yet, the sight was undeniably erotic. My cock strained against the fabric of my pants, a dark spot forming as precum leaked out. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, the sight, the sound, the scent, everything was intoxicating, and I couldn't look away.
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However, the sound of muffled curses pulled me out of my stupor as I remembered that Chloé was also here. The said girl was still struggling in her binds, her face red with anger, her eyes full of hatred as she glared daggers at LadyWiFi and the humiliated Sabrina.
"I think our little Queenie is jealous," LadyWiFi laughed, a smirk on her face as she glanced over her shoulder at Chloé, whose face was flushed with rage. "Don't worry, I saved the best for last." She then tapped her phone screen as the"Stop" icon disappeared on her mouth, unmuting her, a triumphant grin on her face. "So, is our beloved Queenie ready to answer for her sins?"
"Oh, fuck off, maggot," Chloé growled, the look in her eyes one of pure contempt. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of watching me get humiliated."
"Really?" LadyWiFi asked, the look on her face clearly amused. "Because, from where I'm standing, it seems that you're the only one getting humiliated here." She then pointed at the camera icon, which was broadcasting the whole thing. "After all, you're not the one being broadcast to the entire school, are you?"
"Fool, enduring your tasteless attempts at maltreatment is less than nothing compared to denying myself of who I am." A blazing resolution exploded from her throat at her oncoming declaration, like the hiss of a flaming snake. "I am Chloé fucking Bourgeois, and I am perfect. This is the natural order, and those who don't like it can eat my ass, literally and figuratively. The fact that you think you can walk into my kingdom and disrespect me, make my disloyal dog bark like a fucking mutt, use my ridiculous, utterly ridiculous sister as a footstool, and force my dear, sweet, innocent Adrikins to play your game is utterly outrageous and an insult to my character."
"Really, you take no responsibility for what you've done, hmm?" LadyWiFi said, her face looking incredulous. "You really think you can get away with whatever you want? Is that it?"
"Because the world always works for my benefit," Chloe answered back with an infuriating smirk, "I don't know why I'm being put through this humilia– no, I do know. It's so that when Ladybug comes and saves us, victory would be all the sweeter when you realise just how insignificant you are to me."
No sooner had the words left her lips than LadyWiFi's hand flew up, smacking her hard across the cheek. The room echoed with a resounding clap, Chloé's skin immediately turning bright red from the blow.
"Sufferable bitch," the akuma growled, her expression twisting into a snarl. "Kidies' gloves are off, Bourgeois. Now, let's see just how much you can take, hmm?"
"If the world exists for your benefit, princess," LadyWiFi sneered as walking over to where I was sitting before then plopping down right on my lap. My eyes widened in surprise as the sudden sensation of her soft, round butt pressing against my groin was enough to send a shockwave of pleasure through me. Chloe's eyes widened, her expression one of surprise, and the look on her face was almost comical as LadyWiFi grinned, a sadistic glint in her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, a devilish grin on her face as she turned to face the camera.
"Let's see how you handle watching your 'perfect world' burn. Get this in 4K, peeps," LadyWiFi smirked, turning to wink at the camera before then pulling me in for a kiss-
"HEY!"
THWIP!
But just in the nick of time, a red yo-yo shot out and around LadyWiFi's waist like a whip, yanking her backward with enough force to send her crashing through Chloe's vanity table. Glass perfume bottles exploded in a rain of shattered crystal and floral mist as Paris's savior landed in a protective crouch in front of me.
"Hands off this hunky- I mean, innocent civilian." Never had I been more relieved to see her as I let out a sigh of relief, glad to see Ladybug finally arrive. Said Ladybug's face got as red as her suit as she took in the sight before her, from the sight of Zoe, who was still bound and tied up like a footstool, her naked body fully exposed, Sabrina who was wearing a skimpy dog costume that barely covered anything ran over to Chloe who's face lit up at the sight of her saviour.
"U-um... what exactly—" Ladybug's voice squeaked before she cleared her throat. "What is happening here?"
"Trust me," I muttered, rubbing my bruised neck, "you don't want to know."
LadyWiFi rose from the wreckage, brushing glass shards from her outfit with deliberate slowness. "Ah, the star of our show finally arrives." Her phone buzzed ominously. "Where is your boyfriend, though? I thought this was a two-for-one special."
"First off: not my boyfriend!" Ladybug blurted out.
'Yet,' I thought with a grin.
"Second: Chat Noir's... busy, but he'll be here any minute," she fibbed. "Now, give it up, LadyWiFi. The jig is up."
"On the contrary, my Lady," The akuma chuckled, "the jig is only just beginning, as now that you're here, I can finally unmask Paris's great 'heroine' and lay bare all your itty bitty secrets."
"Not going to happen," Ladybug declared, her tone confident before turning to face me. "Get the girls and run, I'll handle the akuma." I wanted to argue, but right now, as Adrien, there was nothing I could do. With a nod, LadyWiFi then pointed out her phone, and a "Camera" icon appeared, live-streaming footage of Ladybug to every screen in range.
"Parisians, behold your hero," she crowed, "and watch her squirm!" Before firing a stream of glowing pause icons at Ladybug, and me by association.
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A barrage of glowing pause icons shot toward us. I barely had time to think—transform, I need to transform—before Ladybug's arm hooked around my waist, yanking me behind her as she deflected the attack with her yoyo.
"Run!" she shouted as icons peppered the walls like gunfire. "Get them out of—"
SMACK.
A stray icon hit her left arm as the limb went limp. Ladybug swore loudly at the loss of mobility, her right arm swinging her yoyo in a haphazard defence, but the barrage was relentless.
"Fuck." The curse escaped my lips, watching the losing battle. But LadyWiFi's back was turned, her attention fully on tormenting Ladybug. This was my chance.
So, with no time to spare, I ducked into a corner, rushing to get out of view as I took advantage of the situation and slipped into Chloe's bathroom. Once inside, I closed the door and locked it as I let out a sigh of relief. No flying cameras or floating icons, good.
"Alright, time to do this," I muttered under my breath. "Plagg, Claws out!"
A flash of green light erupted from the ring, and suddenly, my clothes dissolved into a swirl of black energy as a familiar surge of power flowed through me.
I was Chat Noir once more.
With a newfound determination, I opened the window and leapt out as an extra precaution to make sure that nobody saw me exit. Plus, I never get tired of the sensation of flying, even if it's only for a few seconds, as I landed on the roof before then leaping off and making my way towards the fight.
But once I got there, however, I was not prepared for what I was about to witness as Ladybug was bound to a wall by a bunch of glowing, purple pause icons while Lady Wifi stood before her, the akuma's back to me.
At first, I thought she was about to take her Miraculous, but then something happened that caught me by surprise: the akuma's hands instead began to grope Ladybug's breasts and ass through her suit, causing the girl to let out a surprised moan.
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