With Table back in the shower, you get to work cleaning the room. Thankfully, you had a few mana storing runes left, so you don't need to clean all of that by hand. The runes Table set up to gather liquids also came in handy, but that doesn't make the whole thing a breeze. You have to change the sheets, the pillow, your clothes, oh god, your journal- right, the journal you have has a hydrophobia rune specifically for that reason, nice forward thinking, past you. You note to yourself to make your journal fireproof too.

Table walks out of the shower, more dry than someone that spent about 20 minutes there should be. She smirks. "That's right bitch, clean the room." She nudges your head with her foot. "Good boy."

For reasons you can't explain, you bite her foot full force, something you immediatly regret. You're tasting more liquid and tendrils than you wish, and worst of all, Table doesn't look bothered at all.

"Didn't know you were into that stuff, magic boy-" you don't let her finish her sentence; you grab her leg and pull to make her fall. You cough out a few tendrils that got stuck in your mouth, which crawl back into her. "Woah, you're not actually mad, are you? Sorry, it's just too much fun to tease you."

"Just help me clean this." You pass her the soaking rune, and go back to cleaning.

"And what if I don't?" She drops the rune, her smugness increasing by the second.

You know she's trying to get a rise out of you, and falling for it is as good as admitting defeat, but if she wants to play that game then... "Hey, can you make your thighs a bit thicker and up your chest size?"

"Huh, you usually never ask for that." She inflates all the right parts of her body just as you asked. You don't want to acknowledge the fact these proportions are similar to that of Mirabelle, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said Mirabelle didn't make you want to use some of the unique perks Table provide as a girlfriend.

You slap her thigh, and it makes a satisfying sound, the impact sending a jiggle through half of her body. You squeeze her breast, and it has a nice, firm texture.
"Not bad, right? I noticed my breasts were a bit too liquid inside, so I put more in them so they're more satisfying to grab, anyway, I did my thing, you can clean now."

"No, " you grab her arm and pull her back down before she can get up. "You still need to help me clean."

"Yeah? Well make me."

You smile, that's what you've been waiting for. "Okay." You restrain her hands in a single motion, and force her body against the floor. You're aware this can hardly restrain her, standard grappling doesn't really work on someone without hard bones, but she's not getting out of your grip now, which is all that matters. "Now, clean it." You press her face against the floor. "Use your tongue, you don't want the easy way, so we're doing it the hard way."

"...wouldn't using my tongues just put a bunch of saliva everywhere? That'd make things dirtier if anythi-" You push her face harder to ignore the solid points she is making. She's not doing it though, and for a moment you think you might be going too far with this, before remembering that if she wanted out of this, she would've slipped out already. In other words, you need to go harder.

You put two fingers in her mouth, and force her lips open so her tongues have no choice but to be out, then move her head side to side as if you were using it as a sponge. You use your other hand to grope her, and have to begrudgingly accept that she did, in fact, did a really good job on the form of her body.

Your hand goes down her body, and press against her weak spot, her ribs. Her legs give out right away, her moans muffled by the dirty floor. You undo your pants with one hand, and use the other on her ribs to keep her weak. You decide that this is enough foreplay, and to penetrate her right away. It goes in so smoothly you feel like you've gone in a bit too far for your first thrust. "Hey, " You whisper in her ear. "You're making a mess, that means you'll have to do more cleaning, right?"

She makes an incoherent sound; her smile not leaving her face, but becoming less smug than before. "Mgnh? Canghfff...."

"It's fine, I can use that body of yours to wipe that off the floor." You start pushing in and out of her, her breasts squeezed by the floor do act as a makeshift towel, even if her drooling and other fluids are not making the room any cleaner. It's getting more and more difficult to keep up your composure, but seeing her become a moaning mess before your very eyes without doing so yourself is worth it. "So, are you going to behave, now?"

"FHghf- YES! I mean- no, I'm not- fuck, how are you even lasting this long? You got too good at this, I have to- huff, to up my game."

To be truthful, it's taking some really strong willpower to not finish here and now, yet you have the advantage of knowing all her sensitive spots, and that's what you'll use to make her submit. "So, you'll be a good girl, right?" You ask between heavy breaths.

She resists, but you slap her ass, and she screams a yes loud enough to make you thankful for the room's soundproofing.

You thrust harder and harder, your hands groping all parts of her without shame. You always make sure to keep a hand on her sweet spots so that your pleasure never outpace her own. "You'll clean every bit of this, okay? And if you mess up even ONCE, I'll force you to clean it all back up the same way, with your body, a-am I clear?" Your voice quivers, but she didn't notice.

"Yes- m-master. I'll clean vrythngg, I'm sorryyyy..." she whines, her body can barely keep itself together, and you show her mercy by throwing everything you have into one last thrust, cumming into her as deep as you can. Her entire body shudders, her tongues aimlessly licking the floor as drool drips from her mouth. You thrust a few more time, and when you pull out, you move to crouch in front of her. "Hey, job's not done, something else to clean."

Her trembling hands crawl forward to grab your dick, and she licks whatever bit of cum that's left on it. You make sure she swallows the whole thing too, just to get the satisfaction of bobbing her head up and down like this. Her tongues feel great as always, and her throat perfectly accomodates you, her lack of gag reflex coming in quite handy. Once she's done, you pet her head, and call her a good girl again.

She's still basking in the afterglow; after a few minutes, you start to worry. "Hey, I didn't go too far or anything, right?"

"Mghngh... it's fiiiine," she says with a yawn that ends in a cough. "That was hot, but it's .... a lot, I can't even breathe right, I've deflated tenfold from this, ughhhh.... can I be the dominant one next time? You try to piss me off and I put you in your place?"

You lift her up and hold her in your arms. "Sure, you earned that much."

She smiles and her body goes limp as she falls asleep in your embrace. Despite everything you've said before, it looks like you're going to be the one that cleans the room anyway. Oh well.