Chapter 257: Watch Yourself Squirt

Kalon pulled out of her with a wet plop, then got his arms under her legs.

Daisy made a confused sound as he lifted her clean off the bed. Her flower pyjama top was still on. Her shorts were still tangled around one thigh. He locked her legs up high, ankles toward her shoulders, arms hooked under her knees and behind her neck in a full nelson she could not easily break.

Her body folded open against him, soft ass and wet pussy fully exposed, pink gems flickering hard on her scalp.

"Kalon— wait— this position is too lewd—"

He ignored the protest and carried her across the room to the full-length mirror against the tent wall. He held her there so she had no choice but to see everything that was happening. Every lewd part of it.

Daisy’s pink eyes went wide at her own reflection. Shaved head. Flower top rucked up under her soft breasts. Legs forced wide in the hold. His cock lined up against her again from below. She could already see how wet she was, the mess from earlier still shining on her thighs and the crease of her ass.

"Look at yourself," he said with a smile on his face. "How do you think you look?"

"I am looking— I can’t not— I look so... erotic."

"That’s a good way to describe it."

In this full nelson position, her pussy looked like it had come straight out of a porno. It was shaved, pink, swollen puffy, and dripping with stringy clear fluids that had made their way to the ring of her asshole, coating it shiny.

Kalon finally stopped admiring the sight and pushed back into her in one hard thrust.

Daisy cried out with pleasure and stared at the mirror as he fucked her in the hold.

Every stroke drove her body up against his chest and made her soft breasts bounce under the thin fabric until they eventually fell free.

She could see his cock disappearing into her. She could see her own stomach jump with the impact of his length stabbing her. She could see her face breaking open, mouth slack, eyes wet, cheeks burning.

The full nelson kept her locked and presented, no way to close her legs, no way to turn her head fully away from the glass.

"I can see everything," she choked out.

"That’s the point."

"It’s too much— Kalon— it’s too—"

He adjusted his grip and fucked her harder in front of the mirror. The wet sound of it filled the quiet morning room, blunt and steady.

Daisy’s moans turned sharp and high. Her reflection showed the exact moment her stomach tightened and her thighs started shaking in his hold. She tried to warn him.

The words fell apart into a broken cry as she squirted, clear fluid spraying out around his cock and hitting the floor in messy pulses while she watched herself do it.

Her whole body jerked in the nelson. The pink gems on her scalp flared bright. She kept squirting in weaker pulses as he thrust through it, unable to look away from the mirror even when her eyes went glassy and her mouth hung open.

"Good," Kalon said against the side of her head. "Keep watching yourself squirt."

Daisy made a helpless sound and did.

He did not stop.

He kept the hold and kept driving into her until his own finish hit. He pushed deep and emptied inside her with her body still fluttering around him, seed pumping in while she watched that too in the glass, dazed and open-mouthed.

Daisy felt every pulse of it. Her fingers twitched uselessly in the air where the nelson kept her arms pinned. A small wrecked noise left her throat each time another spurt landed inside her.

He pulled out slowly.

Held her there in front of the mirror on purpose.

Daisy stared as his cum started spilling from her open pussy, thick and white, running down over her ass and dripping onto the floor in slow heavy drops.

She watched every bit of it leave her.

Another weak sound left her throat. She could not close her legs. She could not cover herself. She just hung in his arms and watched the mess fall until the last visible drop hit the floor in front of the glass.

「War Commander Daisy Seduction」

Seduction Stage Ten: Reached

Kalon saw the update as he carried her back to the bed.

Stage ten. Done. She could travel.

He set her down on the mattress with more care than the fucking had used.

Daisy collapsed into the sheets half conscious, flower pyjamas twisted under her breasts, legs still loose and open, cum continuing to leak out of her onto the bed.

Her pink eyes were only half open. The commander was gone out of her face completely. What remained was a sexually broken woman in ruined sleep clothes, breathing hard and barely tracking the room.

Her hand twitched once toward him and fell short.

Kalon fixed his clothes, then stood over the bed.

"Your fight is soon," he said. "I look forward to seeing you in the arena."

Daisy’s reply was a half-dead grunt. No words. Just sound and a weak movement of her fingers in the sheets. Her eyes slipped further shut. Her mouth stayed parted against the pillow.

Good enough.

Kalon took one last look at her on the bed, stage ten locked in, the mirror still smeared at the edges from what she had watched herself do.

Then he left the tent and returned to Earth.

The system travel settled him back into the high-rise with the morning still early and the second card already moving online without him.

Daisy could leave Cupid now. When he went back for her, it would not be for another private visit in flower pyjamas. There would be time for that later.

It would be to bring a platinum-ranked fighter into Intergalactic League to fight against Sifa.

He couldn’t wait..