I Shall Cuck Everyone-Chapter 426: A Bet

Amber stabbed her fork into the thick cut of steak, juices spilling onto the porcelain plate like a punctured heart. Her jaw worked furiously, each bite faster than the last, more desperate than the one before. She didn't savor the flavor. She didn't care if it was tender or dry. All that mattered was speed.

She swallowed hard, ignoring the burn in her throat. She could barely hear the clink of cutlery from the others over the blood pounding in her ears. Across the table, Jake sat relaxed, his elbows propped up and his fingers steepled under his chin, watching her eat with mild amusement.

Amber scowled at him between bites.

"Disgusting," she muttered, voice low. "The things I have to do to avoid that..."

She stabbed another piece, tore it apart with her teeth.

She didn't even bother with the mashed potatoes or the grilled greens. Only the steak counted.

She was halfway through her second slab when the thought finally hit her: 'Where's Zamira?'

Amber's fork froze mid-air. Slowly, like something terrible was dawning on her, she turned her head.

Zamira sat across from her, both plates clean, not a crumb in sight. Her lips were daintily dabbed with a napkin, and her expression was pure, wicked delight. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm.

Her smile was too wide. Too satisfied.

Amber stared at the empty plates, disbelief catching in her throat.

"What the— When the hell did you finish!?"

Zamira's grin widened, impossibly smug. "A while ago. You were too busy chewing like a Balor to notice."

Amber's jaw dropped. Her fork clattered onto the plate.

"No way," she breathed. "There's no way you ate that fast."

"I'm just better than you," Zamira said sweetly, reaching for her glass and sipping with grace.

Amber's face flushed a deep shade of red. Her hands gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles going white.

"That doesn't mean I'm going to do it!" she snapped. "No way am I sucking Jake's thing."

Zamira chuckled, reclining in her chair like royalty. "A bet's a bet."

"I never agreed to this bet!" Amber barked, her eyes flaring as she turned to Jake.

Jake's grin was infuriatingly calm. "You nodded."

"I nodded because I didn't agree with the bet!"

Jake shrugged. "It's not my fault you didn't listen. I clearly said: 'Loser sucks me off.' You nodded, and then Zamira agreed and started eating."

"That's not fair!" Amber nearly shouted, standing from her seat. "You tricked me."

"Sounds like an excuse," Zamira said, inspecting her nails.

"You wanted to win, didn't you so you could watch her suck my dick, isn't it?" Jake said, his voice low and teasing. "You were so focused on beating Zamira."

Amber's lips curled in frustration. "You think this is funny?"

Jake smirked. "A little."

Amber's face was red now—not just from embarrassment, but from the simmering heat of indignation rising through her chest. "I didn't consent to this. I wouldn't agree to something so gross."

Jake tilted his head. "Gross? That's a bit harsh."

Zamira snorted. "More like 'scared.' You talk big, Amber, but when it comes to following through…"

"I'm not scared!" Amber shot back. "I just don't want to put that thing anywhere near my mouth!"

"So dramatic," Zamira said, brushing invisible dust off her blouse. "It's not the end of the world. And it's not like you didn't lose."

Amber crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't agree. There are no consequences."

Jake raised a brow. "So you're saying your word means nothing? That when you nod during a bet, it doesn't count?"

"That's not what I'm saying," Amber snapped, then realized how it sounded. "I mean—ugh! I wasn't even listening when you said it. That's not fair game!"

Zamira gave a theatrical sigh. "Fine. Let's vote. All in favor that Amber agreed by nodding..."

She raised her hand without hesitation.

Jake followed suit with an exaggerated show of raising both hands.

Amber glared at them. "This isn't a court!"

Zamira grinned. "Sure feels like one."

Jake tapped his fingers together. "You could always negotiate, you know."

Amber blinked. "Negotiate?"

Jake nodded. "We could change the terms. Make it easier. Less… intense."

"Like what?" she asked suspiciously.

Jake leaned forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "You just kiss the cap. That's all. One little peck. Then we call it even."

Amber stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

"You're insane."

He grinned. "Or generous."

Zamira was already laughing. "You're seriously considering kissing it?"

Amber whirled on her. "Shut up! This is all your fault. You didn't even tell me you'd finished eating!"

"Because you were too busy making faces at your plate," Zamira said smugly. "Next time, focus."

Amber's shoulders slumped. "I hate you both."

"Is that a yes?" Jake asked. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

She shot him a look.

Jake held up his hands. "Fine, fine. But just remember… a bet's a bet."

With a sharp exhale, Amber stood from her chair, the legs scraping against the polished wooden floor with a shriek that drew both Jake and Zamira's attention.

She crossed her arms, glaring at them. "It's not like I'm scared."

Jake raised an eyebrow, amusement tugging at his lips. He leaned back casually against the table, one hand resting on the edge, waiting.

Zamira smirked from her seat, watching the scene unfold like a theater performance she'd already seen the ending to.

Amber marched over to Jake, every step full of fire. She stopped right in front of him and looked him in the eye, her jaw clenched. Without a word, she reached for his waistband, tugged it down just enough, and—deliberately and without flinching she brought out his penis.

She kissed it. Brief. Barely more than a press against her lips.

Then she returned it into his pants, turned on her heel, and said stiffly, "There. Bet fulfilled."

Jake exhaled slowly, half-impressed, half-unsatisfied. "You call that fulfilling the bet?"

"I didn't agree to it in the first place," she snapped. "This is already more than I can offer."

Jake shook his head, the grin never leaving his face. "As a proud former Valkyrie warrior," he said slowly, his voice dipping into that teasing tone she hated, "you really think doing the bare minimum doesn't tarnish your image?"

Amber froze. Her shoulders stiffened.

Zamira covered her mouth to suppress a giggle, her eyes dancing. "

Amber turned slightly, her eyes blazing. "You manipulative—"

Jake shrugged, adding fuel to the fire. "Just saying. I expected more from a woman of your legacy. Guess you've gone soft."

Amber's fists clenched. "Screw you, Jake."

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came. Amber stepped forward again, closer this time, and did something none of them expected.

She dropped to her knees.

Jake blinked. "Wait—"

But she was already moving, already proving a point in the most pointed way possible. She pulled his pants and brought out his penis, latching her mouth on it.

Jake's body stiffened with surprise, his breath catching as Amber met his gaze with a flash of defiance. Her movements were slow, and strangely confident—more than anyone in the room anticipated.

Zamira's grin slowly faded into wide-eyed disbelief.

Jake's voice cracked slightly. "I thought you said you didn't know anything about—"

Amber didn't reply. She didn't need to. Her actions were loud enough. There was no hesitation in her hands, no awkward fumbling. If anything, she moved like someone with more experience than she'd ever admitted as she circled her tongue around the cap of his dick while looking into his eyes. It was like some sort of hypnosis stare. Then slowly, she took his dick into her mouth, swallowing the whole of it.

Jake's hand gripped the edge of the table for balance, his jaw tightening,

and a sound like a low grunt catching in his throat.

Time blurred. Every second felt drawn out—tension riding the air like electricity.

Then within seconds, it was over. Jake came.

Amber stood, wiping the side of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her expression was unreadable—neither smug nor ashamed.

Jake was still catching his breath, leaning back as though the floor had just shifted under him. He looked at her, his eyebrows raised. "I never knew you were that good."

Amber met his gaze evenly. "Why? Did you think I was some kind of virgin?"

She turned without waiting for a reply, her boots clicking against the floor as she headed for the door.

Jake watched her go, a mix of awe and confusion settling in his chest.

Zamira leaned toward him and whispered, "Well, that backfired."

Jake exhaled, still stunned. "I think I might be in for a bigger problem. But I like this kind of problem," he grinned.

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