Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Chapter 392 392 : Use the Money to clean Your... (R19+)

"I'm Cumming..."

Latha cried out in a stressed tone as she reached the end of her pleasure ride.

But Das did not have the idea of stopping in the middle of the joy pumping. While she is hanging in a slanted position from his neck, Das continued to pound her ass.

In the next minutes, transparent, sticky liquid oozed out like a leakage from pressured pipe.

Even though she already reached her climax several times and sprayed a lot of liquid all over his body, Das did not shift his angle.

The movement of the top sheath of his little brother is sending great stimulation to his nerves, craving for more pumping and stimulation.

"Ahha... Aha...Ahhh... Das... Ahhh... Mmm... Mhmmm... put me... down."

Latha cried out in a muffled tone while holding her hands tightly around his neck.@@@@

Das, who is holding her two round pods of her ass, while pulling her ass against his rod, finally gave small break after hearing her pleading sounds.

He placed her on the currency bed and kissed her for a long time before moving on to her sensitive nipples, raised up on the firm hills. While sucking and massaging one boob... Das triggered other side nipples like he is playing with a machine gun trigger.

Latha pressed his head hardly against her chest as she is losing her mind because of pleasure. After playing with her nodes for a long time, Das stepped on the bed and knelled before her little sister.

He teased her cave entrance by rubbing on the top before inserting his torpedo into the launch socket which is still dripping as the heavy amount of sticky saliva secreted from that cave.

While pinching her nodes with both hands... Das started hitting action with a loud thumping sound. Ira lifted her hands above her head and tightly gripped edge of currency bed in which the money stacks were placed tightly together.

"Ahha... Thump... Aha... Aha... Mmm..." the moaning sounds filled the entire treasury resonating with the golden statues and jade figures inside the treasury.

The currency bed started moving rhythmically along with their body movement. Few bank notes began to lose out as the stacks began fell on the side lines, as the frequency of Das hitting is increasing minute by minute.

At one point of time, the currency notes started flying in the air, covering the naked bodies. A smile hung on Latha's face as she stared at Latha who is playing with the money while staring at him affectionately.

"Hahaha... Das... do it more... Mmm... yes... yes... Ahhh... Ahhh..."

While holding the currency notes tightly in between her fists, Latha cried for more drilling.

You seem to enjoy it a lot. Let me give you a good time. Das said as he tuned her body up side and down. He grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer to his waist.

After teasing, outer concave walls closing the cave and running her sticky clitoris, Das stretched her hole wide with fingers and inserted his little brother deep inside her rosy wet cave.

"Mmm..." She made a soft hum as the rod filled her entire cave from behind. She felt it all new. While she is bending like a dog, Das pushed his bulged rod inside her, while holding slender waist.

He started slowly by hitting her one at time, building the momentum for the climax. Feeling the warmth around his raised pole, Das increased the hitting while holding her waits tightly.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Latha tried to stop the loud moaning by closing her moth with one of her palms. But every time, Das hit her ass, the muffled noise continued to leak from her throat.

"Ahhhmm...~!"

The walls were thick, ensuring soundproofing and protection against potential eavesdroppers. The lights above cast a dim, almost solemn glow, creating deep shadows that seemed to harbor secrets of their own.

At the centre stood a large, polished mahogany table, surrounded by plush leather chairs that seemed oddly juxtaposing against the gravity of the situation.

In one of these chairs, the President sat, his normally calm demeanour now replaced with an expression of intense concern. The weight of the nation rested heavily upon his shoulders.

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Seated around the table were the nation's top defence security members. Each wore a stern face, their badges of service evident. They were the unseen pillars that kept the country's defence mechanisms running seamlessly. But today, their faces reflected a shared apprehension.

In the room's hush, the ticking of a wall clock was unusually pronounced, marking the passing seconds that felt like hours.

"Mr. President," started the head of the security council, "we never thought the day would come when we'd have to discuss the hidden family in such circumstances."

The President nodded slowly. "The hidden family" was a term that was known only to the highest echelons of the nation's leadership. This covert clan had been puppeteering major events from the shadows for centuries, their existence a top-tier secret. For them to interfere directly was unprecedented and alarming.

The defence chief chimed in, "Their recent maneuvers suggest aggressive intent. Our intelligence suggests a massive buildup of resources. It's clear they're preparing for war."

The room was filled with worried murmurs. All the data pointed towards an imminent conflict that the nation was unprepared for.

"Has there been any direct communication?" the President questioned.

"None," replied the chief of intelligence. "But their actions speak volumes. They're making moves in sectors we never thought they would venture into."

The room fell into a contemplative silence, broken only by the soft scribbling of a secretary taking notes.

"We need to find a way to de-escalate," the President finally said. "Every war has a prelude of discussions. We need to meet them."

A ripple of shock spread through the room. Meeting the heads of the hidden family was unheard of. They were ghosts, figures of legend, and to propose a face-to-face meeting was audacious.

"Mr. President, with all due respect, we don't even know if they'd agree. And even if they do, it could be a trap," cautioned the defence chief.

The President leaned forward, locking eyes with each member present. "We need to take that chance. If there's even a sliver of hope for peace, we must pursue it. Wars are easy to start but hard to end. And if the hidden family is making its presence known now, it's for a reason. We need to hear them out."

Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Arrange the meeting. Use all the channels and backdoors you know. Let them understand that we wish for dialogue, not destruction."

There was a quiet determination in the President's eyes. The room felt the gravity of the decision, understanding that the fate of the nation, if not the world, rested on this clandestine meeting.

The defence security members nodded in agreement, and the room buzzed into action. The wheels of diplomacy began to turn, and the course of history was poised to change.

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