"Now, what will you do? Will you accept the contest?"
While saying that, Rigel continued massaging Rose's breasts.
Even during that, he did not forget the caresses to her nipples.
Plain yet certain pleasure assaulted her.
(Damn it… S-something like this…!)
Rose cursed inwardly.
But considering the situation, she had no choice but to accept his proposal.
Because with only a handjob there was no response of being able to make him climax.
If the night dawned like this, she would be disqualified as a prostitute.
She might not even receive the reward.
(There's no way I'll lose in a place like this…!!)
When she made her resolve, she glared sharply at Rigel through the blindfold.
"Fine… I'll take that contest. I will absolutely not lose to an old man like you!!"
"Fufu… That's how it should be."
Rigel grinned.
Then he began groping Rose's body.
Rigel had challenged Rose to a contest.
