Chapter 131: Chapter 131 – The Main Course on the Table

“No… no… stop…” Charlotte shook her head, her body arching away even as her legs remained splayed wide. Her breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears. Her pussy, in the midst of all that verbal refusal, pulsed with shameful enthusiasm, leaking warm fluid that slicked the tip of my cock.

I didn’t give her more time. With one brutal thrust of my hips, I drove the entire hard, thick length of my shaft into her moistening cunt, plunging deep until the tip slammed against the mouth of her womb.

“NGHAAAA—!!!”

Her scream was choked in her throat, turning into a raspy cry full of agonizing fullness and yet… relief. Her chest heaved, every muscle in her abdomen tensed. She felt it clearly—every ridge, every vein, every inch of that dick stretching her passage, still sensitive and swollen from last night. It felt as if I was trying to split her in two.

’This is it… from last night…,’ she thought in bitter confusion. It was truly him.

I sighed in satisfaction, savoring the incredible warmth and tightness she still possessed.

“Damn, you’re still so tight, you slut. Even after I used you so many times last night.” My jeer was mixed with praise, making her blush even deeper.

Charlotte felt herself utterly filled, fulfilled in the wrong way, yet it made her head spin. The sensation was a perfect mix of pain from the stretching and pleasure from the precise stimulation of her secret spots. Thanks to her hidden fetish for masochism, and the subtle effect of my [Lustful Touch] skill stimulating her pleasure nerves, her resistance melted rapidly.

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal increased to 39 (+5)]

[Your Dominance over Charlotte Increases to 16%.]

I ignored the notifications, my focus entirely on the beautiful milf sprawled helplessly across this dining table, the perfect main course.

“Pull out… please… it’s too… big…” she whimpered, her voice breaking.

“Like this?” I teased. I pulled my hips back almost completely, making her gasp with a mix of loss.

“Or like this?” And I slammed back in with full force, deeper than before.

“AAAAAHHH!!!” Charlotte screamed, her arms, held by Gwenneth, straining uselessly toward me. I had already begun to move.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

A fast, hard, merciless rhythm soon echoed through the dining room. Each thrust was a brutal claim on her womb. My hips slapped against her soft thighs with a constant wet sound. Charlotte thrashed. Her head rolled from side to side on the table, her brown hair a mess, tears streaming from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.

“Delilah! Gwen! Please! Let me go! Stop him!” she screamed at the two women she once knew.

Delilah, holding her legs, just shook her head with a heated, slightly pitying expression. “Be honest with yourself, Charlie. Just let go. Just feel it. It’s much easier.”

The words felt like a stab. Charlotte felt torn apart. On one side, horror and betrayal. On the other hand, a tidal wave of pleasure was becoming increasingly unstoppable, flooding every corner of her mind.

“Stop… please… let go…” was all she could say, over and over, like a mantra losing its power.

I smiled, invigorated. Let’s see how long you can keep up this pretense.

Delilah looked at me, her golden eyes gleaming with desire and… jealousy.

“I’m jealous, Adam,” she whispered, biting her lip.

“Then come closer, Mom,” I ordered. Delilah obeyed instantly, bringing her face near. One hand still held Charlotte’s ankle, while the other reached for my face. We kissed passionately, her skilled tongue slipping into my mouth while my hips never stopped pounding into her best friend’s body.

After kissing for a while, I broke contact. “I’m thirsty, Mom.”

Delilah understood immediately. With a quick motion, she tore away the remainder of her open housecoat, freeing her enormous, plump, white breasts. Her light brown nipples were already stiff. She squeezed them herself with both hands, directing a nipple toward my mouth.

“Ah~ Drink, Sweetie. Mommy’s milk is just for you.”

I immediately accepted, sucking eagerly on her left nipple. It tasted sweet and warm. Delilah let out a long moan, “Ahh… Adam… suck harder… Mom will give you more…”

Her hands squeezed her own breasts roughly, pushing out her milk more freely.

I switched to her right nipple, sucking greedily while keeping my eyes locked on Charlotte’s stunned face. Drops of white milk spilled from the corner of my mouth, running down my chin. My hips didn’t stop moving, fucking Charlotte with a steady rhythm, while my hand grabbed and held her delicate ankle firmly.

Gwenneth, watching from behind Charlotte, remained silent, but from her narrowed eyes and bitten lip, I knew she was jealous. She hid it, but the lust was clear.

Meanwhile, for Charlotte, this scene was beyond her comprehension. She had never, not even in her wildest fantasies, imagined Delilah Socheron—The Star Witch, that elegant, cold, powerful woman—ending up as a lewd mother willingly breastfeeding her stepson while holding down her own best friend to be raped.

It was a depraved, twisted, sanity-shattering sight. But strangely, the walls of her cunt pulsed harder, her fluids flowed more freely. She felt excited, aroused by her friend’s utterly unexpected dark side.

Charlotte no longer recognized herself. She had climaxed twice already, brought there by her best friend’s own stepson. Everything about the situation was wrong, all her morals were shattered, but she was drowning in it.

“So, Charlotte?” I asked suddenly, releasing Delilah’s wet nipple. “Are you enjoying this? How does it feel to be raped by your best friend’s son right in front of her?”

Inside Charlotte’s heart, a voice screamed wildly: “YES! KEEP GOING! RAPE ME! RAPE ME HARDER! DON’T STOP!”

But what came out of her mouth was only: “Please… stop… I beg you… stop this…”

Delilah chuckled, mocking her. “Look at your own face, Charlie. Look in a mirror. Your face is ruined. That’s the face of a slut who’s thoroughly enjoying it.”

I kept raping her, changing positions, from the dining table to the floor, to the sofa, and against the wall.

Time passed until midnight.

In the final position, I bent her over on the living room floor, pinning both her wrists with one hand on her back, and fucked her from behind with all my strength.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Her reddened, spanked ass collided with my thighs.

“Stop… please… let go…” she still whimpered the same words, while her body pushed back to meet every slam.

My cum from the previous round dripped heavily from her overfilled pussy, wetting her thighs. With every thrust into her tight ass, I stabbed so deep she screamed every time.

Finally, I reached my last climax. With a long groan, I buried myself as deep as possible in her hot anus and released my final torrent, filling her bowels with warm fluid. Then, with a throwing motion, I dropped her limp body to the floor.

A cascade of notifications popped up in the corner of my vision:

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal reaches 100%]

[You have successfully made Charlotte Climax]

[Charlotte’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 64%]

[Domination over Charlotte increases to 100%]

[You Have Successfully Dominated Charlotte and caused her mind to break]

[Charlotte is now your obedient sex slave who lives to serve your dick]

On the floor, Charlotte’s body lay limp, semen dripping from both her used holes. Her eyes were empty, but her lips still moved, muttering the same mantra: “Stop… please stop raping me…”

Her face, once graceful and wise, was now ruined into the wild, vacant face of a whore, yet traces of pleasure still lingered there. I looked at her with satisfaction.

’What a rape-loving slut,’ I thought with smugness. If she admitted she enjoyed it and liked it, then it wouldn’t be rape. So she wanted to deny it so that, to her, I would keep raping her.

[Quest: Revenge – Successfully Completed]

[You have received 5000 EXP.]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 54]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

[You Have Leveled Up to Level 55]

[You Have Received 5 Stat Points]

I felt a deep satisfaction seeing this Rank SS milf completely broken. Then, my thoughts drifted. Tomorrow, my true revenge against those five—Yukie, Maximus, Isabel, Alex, and Nerissa—would begin. And it would start with Alex Rutherford. A cold smile spread across my lips.

Get ready, you bastard.

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