Chapter 4 Virgin Test

Third Person's POV

"Are you a virgin?"

Brett told Agatha they would discuss things to help her succeed in her seducing mission. However, Agatha couldn't understand why he had to ask that question.

Her face turned as red as a tomato. She felt so uncomfortable answering it.

"W-Why do you need to ask me that question?" Agatha asked.

"I told you. It's important."

"WHY?"

"Because I had to know if you have experience or not. So, answer the question. Are you a virgin or not?"

Agatha gulped as she fanned her burning cheeks with her hands.

She had no experience.

She dated before, but they went as far as kissing. Agatha promised Mikhail that she would give her virginity once they graduated from college.

Agatha isn't old-fashioned. She was also looking forward to experiencing adulthood. Unfortunately, she and Mikhail broke up after they graduated.

"If I don't have experience, will you change your mind?" Agatha mumbled.

Brett narrowed her beautiful eyes as he leaned closer.

Creak.

The bed creaked when he moved forward. He put his hands beside her, locking Agatha in his arms.

Caught off guard, Agatha moved backward, away from the bed. But she wasn't fast enough to avoid him.

"So, you're a virgin," Brett whispered.

Agatha stared at him up close and was bothered by his pretty face. She knew she had to hate this crazy guy who bought her as a slave. But a pretty face is a dangerous weapon.

'I wanted to push him away, but my body couldn't move,' Agatha complained inwardly.

When she barely pulled her spirit back, Agatha responded, "S-So what? No one said that being a virgin is a sin."

"Right," Brett agreed with a smile. "In fact, that will make you more valuable. However, I need to ensure you were telling the truth."

He will check if she's telling the truth?

How?

She only knew the answer when she felt his right-hand roam between her thighs.

With widened eyes, Agatha hurriedly stopped him and shouted.

"W-What are you doing!"

Brett's other hand grabbed both of Agatha's wrists. He placed them upward and locked them tightly with his grip.

He looked down at her with his eyes full of mischief and said, "Did you forget the contract you signed before? You should obey Brett Holmes. If I say, don't move, then stay still."

His hand went inside her underwear, and he felt her pubic hair.

"W-Wait!" Agatha tried to protest. But to no avail, Brett ignored her protest and entered his forefinger in her dry h*le.

"Ugh!"

"Does it hurt?"

At his low voice, Agatha shrank unknowingly.

She had no time to feel his touch because she had already been intimidated and had no previous experience.

There was no way she could feel anything underneath. It was just sore without any caress.

Brett watched her reaction. She looks so much in pain.

As if nothing had happened, he pulled his fingers out when he saw the pain had brought tears to Agatha's eyes.

"Oh, right. You need to be ready first," Brett whispered before he pulled his hand from his underwear.

Agatha thought that he would finally let her go. However, Brett dug his hand into her center, caressing her panty and rubbing it up and down through the thin fabric.

"Ahhh...."

A moan, like a sigh, flowed through Agatha's teeth.

"St, stop."

"Shshss. You don't have the right to order your master."

As Brett rubbed her clothed entrance with his finger, juices flowed on Agatha's petals. Her panty was soaked with her sweet juice.

'I am getting wet!'

Afraid and ashamed of Brett, Agatha tried to close her legs. But it was futile. Brett had already noticed her wetness. It meant she was ready to let him enter her again.

And so, Brett slid her panty and then put his index finger inside her wet entrance.

"Ugh! Hmmm!"

Agatha's hidden moan came out of her mouth.

"Haaa...ahhh..."

It was a pleasure she experienced for the first time in her life. Agatha felt so strange yet sweet that she could not tell 'no' to her master as firmly as before.

She thought she should not let a stranger like him do this lewd thing to her, so Agatha moved her hips away from his finger. But that stimulated her even more.

"Ahh...uck..."

As she moved her hips, Brett dug his finger deeper than before. She was gradually drenched in pleasure, and her dry genitals were soggy with love fluids flowing down.

"Hanng!"

Brett smiled at the scent growing sweeter and sweeter. Then he started to move his finger in and out of her hole.

"Oh my god... ahhh..." she moaned, wriggling her body as if she didn't know where to incline.

Each time his finger went deep, a moan that was sweeter than before flowed out of her mouth.

"Ha, hank! Uh, huaa... uht!"

She barely opened her eyes to look at his face. And when she saw him smirking at her while playing rough underneath, a sense of satisfaction filled her. She was reddened with excitement.

It was then Brett put another finger inside.

"Ack! You!" she shouted in beautiful pain.

"You?" Brett whispered. "You shouldn't call me that. It is supposed to be 'Master.'"

Brett stimulated her insides by drawing circles with his fingers as if widening her narrow vag*nal opening.

"Ahhh...! You..."

"Master. Call me master."

"M-Master!" Agatha called as if crying with nothing but seductive moans.

As she shouted the sexy endearment, Agatha's body trembled at the unfamiliar sensation. An even greater pleasure shivered through her body as the fingers reached the depths.

"You're really a virgin. It was so narrow, my slave," Brett said, as his fingers poked back and forth instead of in circles.

And he occasionally moved his fingers crossed and aroused in different places, driving Agatha crazy.

"Uhh... Master, ahh!"

"You're choking your master's finger, baby."

"Hmmm!"

Agatha didn't respond, as the pleasure was beyond tolerance.

When his finger deeply moved in, her eyes seemed to flash white.

However, Brett pulled out his finger, leaving Agatha with a feeling of regret. Following her heart, she unknowingly shook her back and followed his hand in the search for pleasure that wasn't finished yet.

"You want to finish?"

"Uhk!"

"Say it. Say: 'Let me cum, master.'"

Agatha gritted her teeth. She has high esteem and doesn't want to succumb to him and say those lewd words.

But because of his fingers, all negative emotions had disappeared.

"C-Cum... Let me cum, please... Let me cum, master."

Brett looked down at Agatha with a sultry smile.

Sweat forehead, disheveled hair, and a white body.

He chose the perfect pawn to exact his revenge on Lanceil Grim.

Because right now, Brett was suppressing his desire to take his pants off and shove his swelling c*ck in the virgin hole.

'No. She had to stay a virgin until she could seduce Lanceil,' having these thoughts which made him quite annoyed, Brett picked up his pace and played rough on her p*ssy.

"Ahh! Ahhh! I felt weird... I...!"

Spurt.

Agatha saw white as her legs shook and her hips moved independently.

Catching her breath, she collapsed on the bed.

"Haah... Haa... haa..."

A strong sweet scent filled the room.

Agatha found out about the world of adulthood. It was scary yet exciting at the same time.

Brett pulled out his hand and showed it to Agatha.

When Agatha saw her liquid flowing on his fingers, she realized how crazy she was to let her do that thing!

Yet, she couldn't say anything but blush in shame.

"Paying 5 million dollars was worth it," Brett chuckled before licking his wet fingers.