The floor-to-ceiling window, streaked with the fluids Sydney had released.
Thud, thud.
Beyond it came the regular sound of military boots.
"Hey, the moon's really bright tonight, isn't it?"
"Right? I don’t know why those Elancia bastards fought so desperately when they had such a fine view."
Sydney flinched in shock.
"Ugh...?!"
"What's wrong? Do you want to get caught? ...Well, I suppose giving the hardworking soldiers some eye candy wouldn’t be so bad."
Thud, thud, thud.
The footsteps drew closer.
"Hey, hold on."
"What is it, Corporal?"
Thud. Footsteps halting directly below the window.
"Hh...!"
Sydney held her breath. The sphincter gripping the cock squeezed down tight with tension.
"Didn’t you hear something just now?"
"A sound, sir?"
"Yeah. From above... something like a moan."
One of the guards looked up.
"Ahhh... hah, hnngh...."
And Sydney....
'Status Analysis.'
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Reason Paralyzed, Shame Limit Exceeded]
[Emotion: Me, in this state...!]
'Oh.'
She was at a loss. Given her usual cold, composed demeanor, I had thought she would endure this window play with mechanical indifference.
'Is she the type who's weaker to shame than I thought?'
Rather, the more powerful one who has lived a haughty and arrogant life, the more infinitely vulnerable they become before such primitive, blatant gazes.
She could somehow package offering her ass to me as a 'noble sacrifice for the motherland,' but being caught by lowly soldiers of such vastly inferior status... pressed against a window, pissing herself, seemed to be an entirely different matter to her.
Honestly, it was an incredible turn-on.
A fearsome woman who had instantly subdued the elite agent Arthur and could slaughter me at any moment. Wasn't she trembling in fear over mere window play? And with a cock lodged in her anus, right after wetting herself.
Thud.
"Hnnngh...!"
Startled by a single footstep, this bitch clenching her sphincter as if to snap my cock—she was none other than the Director of the United Kingdom's Intelligence Agency.
"Shall we say hello, Elli? You can at least show your naked body to the soldiers working hard outside, can't you?"
She shook her head wildly.
"Hngh... A, ahhh...! I can't... hah, hngh!"
Tears streaming down her face, she shook her head like a madwoman.
"There's that sound again."
"What the hell is this? Is there a ghost or something?"
The guards murmured again upon hearing the movement.
I began to move my hips again.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
The movement was incomparably more violent than before. The sound of flesh slapping filled the room, and her waist bent tautly.
"A, ah! Ah! Ah♡!"
Sydney could no longer hold back her moans.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Her pale buttocks slammed against my pelvis, wildly changing shape, and her swaying breasts eventually pressed obscenely against the glass. Crimson nipples flattened against the windowpane.
"H, hngh! A, I can't...!"
Sydney's hot breath formed white condensation on the glass.
"S... stop...!"
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Endurance Limit Reached]
[Emotion: I can't take it anymore...!]
She squirmed.
Finally, strength entered Sydney's body. Her hand pressed against the glass and her thigh gripped by me twitched as she attempted to escape.
To break free from the humiliating position by any means.
'Her strength... is no ordinary matter.'
As befitting an elite agent, it had become impossible to maintain the position with my original strength.
[Skill 'Potency Master' is active.]
[Strength increases explosively.]
But I had a cheat skill.
"Where do you think you're going, Elli."
I slid both arms deep between her thighs. Then, lifting them, I passed them through her armpits and clasped my hands behind her neck, pressing down hard.
The so-called wrestling hold known as the 'Full Nelson.'
"A, ugh...! M-Master...?"
Our Director of Intelligence, subdued in an instant. Her appearance was reflected in the dark window like a mirror.
With her arms twisted upward, her chest was grotesquely thrust out. Her face distorted hideously from her forced-down neck, and between her legs splayed wide midair, the cock ceaselessly slid in and out of her swollen anus.
Thwack, thud! Squelch, slosh!
'Hoo?'
What was interesting was right above it.
Perhaps from the pressure of her violated anus being transmitted directly, her pussy lips, which should have remained primly closed, were gaping wantonly on their own.
Drip.
From the hole she had refused to surrender to the end in order to preserve her chastity, clear love juice gushed out in surges, trickling down her perineum.
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Status: Fully Restrained, Overwhelmed by Uncontrollable Pleasure]
"H... I hate this...!"
Though she said she hated it, she could neither hide her private parts nor resist.
Shluck-! Shluck-! Shluck-!
She could only witness in real time the cock pistoning in and out and her gaping pussy.
[Name: Sydney Wellesley]
[Emotion: This... is me? This expression on my face...?]
Sydney's gaze turned to her own face reflected in the glass. Eyes unfocused with pleasure, lips vulgarly parted and drooling saliva, teardrops streaming down her ears and cheeks flushed to their limit.
The beauty who had always boasted an oppressive, perfectly groomed splendor was nowhere to be seen; only the face of a bitch pierced by a cock and gasping for breath remained.
I admired the sight and slowly released one hand that had been clasped behind her neck.
Thanks to the overwhelming strength of [Potency Master], just one arm and my chest were enough to suppress her weight suspended in midair.
"W-what are you...!"
My freed hand traveled down her lower abdomen, burrowing into her sopping, glistening pussy.
Between the slit drenched in love juice, her engorged, stiffly erect clit.
'Hand of Tuning.'
[Skill 'Hand of Tuning (Lv.2)' is activated.]
"Hh...?!"
The moment I pressed hard on her bean with my thumb and flicked it, Sydney sucked in a hollow breath.
Then came a strange silence.
"......, ......!"
Sydney's entire body stiffened as if electrocuted. Had a bottleneck occurred in the neural pathways to her brain? Having far exceeded her pleasure capacity, she was simply overwhelmed.
"A, ahhh......, aaagh?"
Sydney, who had only been sucking in foolish, empty breaths.
Thud! Squelch! Thwack!
As I rubbed her clit continuously and pistoned from behind deep enough to reach her colon entrance.
"Gy...."
"Gy...?"
"Gyaaaaaah—♡♡!!"
She reached climax, letting out a bitch-like shriek.
Rumble—! Sploosh!
Her body bucked and thrashed so violently that my grip struggled to hold on, and along with a grand fountain, a second bout of incontinence burst forth simultaneously.
"A, aah! I, I'm go, going! M-Master, I, again, cum, cumming, cummiiing—!!"
Her eyes rolled back, drool trickling down from her protruding tongue.
There was no way this couldn't be heard.
"Ooh, will you listen to that."
"It somehow feels like it's getting worse, sir."
One guard smacked his forehead as if realizing something.
"Aah, isn't that a cat?"
"A cat?"
"Yes, it seems to be in heat. It's been loitering near the wall."
"Ah, is that so. It was a cat in heat? No wonder it was wailing so fucking pathetically. Well, with all the Elancia tomcats having fled, that female cat must be frustrated too."
They began spouting vulgar jokes.
"Damn, doesn't it make you feel strange listening to it? It sounds exactly like back-alley whores moaning with their backs bent."
"You crazy bastard. Now you're getting turned on listening to a cat? Well... then again, seeing how desperately it's wailing, it's probably dripping. Hehe."
Separated by only a single glass window, the unfiltered filth flowed in.
Vulgar words Sydney would never have heard in her lifetime.
Perhaps even that served as stimulation, as Sydney's inner walls spasmed even more violently.
"Did you hear that, Elli? Outside, they're treating you like a female cat."
"Hngh, mmph...! M-Master, please...!"
Sydney, now unable to resist and only twitching.
I put in my final spurt.
Thud! Thud! Thwack!
"Hngh! A, ah...♡! Ah! Ah! Ah!♡"
"Cumming."
Spurt! Spuuurt-!
Semen flooded into her bowels like a waterfall.
"Hey, but for a cat, doesn't it sound strangely human?"
"Huh? Come on, Corporal. Surely no one's fucking inside this mansion? This is Lieutenant Colonel Yeager's quarters."
"True. He's not one to care for women."
Perhaps because he managed his personal affairs so thoroughly, the soldiers never realized until the very end that sex was happening.
"Never mind, let's go. The wind is cold."
"Yes, Corporal. Let's move to the next patrol area."
Thud, thud, thud.
The sound of military boots gradually faded and disappeared. Only then did Sydney's tension completely release.
"Haa, ahhh......!"
I timed it with her release, letting go of her neck and thighs.
Thud!
"A, ugh......."
Sydney crashed to the floor. Face planted into the ground with only her ass sticking up. Her legs fell open, numb, and her bright red, swollen sphincter gaped to the size of a coin, twitching as sweet semen trickled out ceaselessly.
Drip.
"*Cough*, haa, haa, haa......."
"......."
I adjusted my pants and leisurely looked down at her sprawled on the floor.
A minute passed, then two.
"...Ah."
Sydney's brain slowly regained its sense of reality.
"Ah, ahhh...."
A gasp escaping unconsciously. Sydney curled up, covering her face with both hands as if unable to believe what had been done to her.
"How long are you going to cower there."
I said, stroking her head.
"Clean the floor. It stinks."
"......."
Sydney squeezed her eyes shut and answered.
"...Yes."
The play was not yet over.