Pure Love (What It Used to Be)

After receiving crash-course wife (fleshlight) lessons from Acard for several days, I could no longer rebel against him.

Even getting spanked once made my pussy wet and snapped me to attention, so it was fair to say I had become a perfect Pavlovian dog… no, Acard’s dog.

“……”

Under the sky showered with beautiful starlight, I was held in Acard’s arms, panting heavily, before cautiously raising my head to look at him.

This handsome bastard had always felt like an easygoing friend, but now he felt like a man completely beyond my reach.

If this had been Earth, he’d have been a legendary rapist… No, he would’ve been the embodiment of adultery.

Anyway, the longer Acard’s training continued, the more I lost the will to resist.

At first, I had still talked back a few times and endured two or three smacks on the ass.

Now, merely raising his hand turned me into an Acard-exclusive automatic door that wet my pussy and spread my legs.

Having become a spanked fuck buddy, I tried the only rebellion I was still allowed: stroking his cheek...