You grab the bottom part of her shirt, and slowly lift it up. She makes a disgusted expression, and when she sees you being a little distressed over it, her face soften and she reminds you it's all an act. Right, you should be enjoying this, didn't you think about correcting Ivy at one point? It's not like you don't have it in you to be a little rough, you just don't like the idea of hurting her.

You try to picture a different version of Table, one that's not your girlfriend. This one doesn't tease as much, she's very haughty and takes advantage of you all the time, and she really like the movies you show her. One day, you snap, and tell her she needs to do sexual favors for you if she wants to watch another movie, and to your surprise, she actually complies.

This is a really stupid fucking imaginary scenario, but somehow your brain manages to convince you it's realistic enough for you to get into it.

You order her to take off her shirt, and she does so 'reluctantly'. You touch her breast, slowly, gently. That's what foreplay is supposed to be like, right? Slow and steady? Maybe you're worrying too much about doing this right, maybe you should just have fun.

You push her against the bed, and force a kiss. She weakly tries to push you away, but you pin her arms against the mattress to stop her from resisting. "From now on, every time we're going to have to watch a movie, you're going to have to do something for me. Actually, every time you'll be in my dorm, you'll be mine to use and abuse as I see fit."

Right, the sex part, you forgot about that, what's something you haven't tried before? You grab her head and direct it towards your crotch, and order her to get to work. She 'resists', but not so much you can't use her mouth for your pleasure.

She doesn't gasp, but she does drool all over your dick. Her throat is more pleasurable than you expected, not only does it shift around to accommodate you, her numerous and ever shifting tongues makes it feel like there's more than one person pleasuring you. She drools violently over you, her fake disgusted expression slowly turning into pleasure, her eyes fixated on you as she takes you in.

When you let it all out, you make sure she swallows all of it by keeping her head stuck tight. You let go of her, and hear one long gulp come from her, and she opens her mouth.

"T-Thank you for the meal, master." She says with a dazed expression.

"Wait, where did the master stuff come from?"

"Converted by your dick, or something? Cum so good, it makes you rethink your spy allegiances," she says as she drinks the last bits of semen still sticking out of her mouth.

"I feel like we had very different roleplay scenarios in mind here."

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you? By the way, note this down, all of it. I want you to read this tomorrow and regret ever being born. That way we'll be even."

She gives you a piece of paper, but she's all sticky and wet, which makes her accidentally ruin the paper. You bring your own paper, and sigh. "Can I at least leave out the worse details?"

"Nope! Write all the worse part, like how you shoved my head in so hard that my right eye almost popped out! Don't worry, I can always put it back in, not the first time I've lost it."

That doesn't make you feel any better about it, but it does look like she had fun at least. Anyway, now that you got it out of your system, you can finally focus on magic again.