Chapter 137: Chapter 137 – A Lesson in Sacred Spaces

Ophelia’s empty eyes stared at me.

“No,” she answered, her voice flat and devoid of inflection. “Nine years. We haven’t had sex in nine years.”

I paused for a moment, my stroking finger stilling.

And a quest appeared.

[Revenge Quest Generated]

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[REVENGE QUEST]

TARGET: Ophelia Blazinger

OBJECTIVE: Take her from her husband and make her your pet.

REWARD: 5000 EXP and 1 Random Item.

[Accept: y / n]

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Like mother, like daughter.

“I see,” I murmured, my low voice echoing in the silent room. “Then your husband is a very, very foolish man.”

I leaned in closer, my warm breath brushing the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thighs. “But don’t worry. From now on, you have me. I’ll give you what you’ve been longing for these past nine years… and more.”

My middle finger, wet with her own slickness, moved again—more purposeful, more insistent. I was no longer touching her gently.

I pressed, rubbing the tip of my finger along the length of that tight, sealed slit, massaging circles over the small, swelling nub of her clit. I felt her warm, soft folds, pushing deeper with my fingertip against the barrier of her renewed maidenhead.

[Ophelia’s Sexual Arousal increased to 12 (+2)]

[Ophelia’s Sexual Arousal increased to 14 (+2)]

System notifications popped up in the corner of my vision, but I ignored them. My focus was on the changes in her body. The smooth, white skin of her inner thighs began to flush with a soft rosy hue. Her previously even breathing began to change, her chest rising and falling a little faster beneath her shirt. Her feminine scent grew sharper, sweeter, more intoxicating, filling the space between us.

“Get down,” I commanded, my voice husky with burgeoning desire. “Then, service my cock with your mouth.”

Like a puppet, Ophelia slid down from the edge of the desk. Her slender, spread legs planted on the carpet. Without further command, her graceful hands reached for my waist. Her warm fingers found my pants button, unfastened it. The zipper was lowered.

As my pants and boxers dropped, my cock—already hard and throbbing—sprang free, bobbing with a menacing size that couldn’t be hidden.

PLAP!

My hot, hard length slapped against Ophelia’s smooth cheek with a satisfying sound. Her eyes blinked, but her expression remained blank. I felt a wave of heat spread through my own groin. I’d been holding back long enough.

I let out a sigh, taking in the sight. Ophelia Blazinger’s face, usually a mask of authority and cynical intelligence, was now adorned by my large shaft. Her smooth cheek was reddened where it had been struck. Her empty eyes stared straight ahead, reflecting the shadow of my hardening cock.

I needed this. The thought flashed, wild. I quickly slipped the Ring of Self-Control off my finger.

The effect was immediate, like a tsunami.

The heat I’d been suppressing exploded from my crotch, spreading through my entire body in powerful pulses. My heart pounded, blood rushed to all parts of my body, especially to the center that was already swollen. Rational, controlled lust vanished, replaced by a primitive, urgent, absolute drive to feel warmth and fullness.

“Do it,” I growled, my hand grabbing her high-tied red hair. “Lick it. Suck it.”

Ophelia nodded slowly, obediently. Her mouth, which usually issued commands or sharp retorts, now opened. Her pink tongue emerged, stiffly and hesitantly stretching out. The tip of her tongue touched the head of my cock, slick with pre-cum.

The sensation of warm, wetness sent an electric jolt down my spine.

“Ahh… yes…” I hissed.

She began to lick it, from base to tip, then swirling around the sensitive head. Her movements were clumsy, unskilled, like someone doing this for the first time—or at least, very rarely. A woman of Ophelia’s type, with her arrogance and power, would she ever kneel and suck someone’s filthy rod? My lust-addled mind concluded.

But it was precisely that lack of skill, combined with her extraordinary status, that made everything ten times more arousing. There was something deeply satisfying in seeing this formidable Headmistress, a Rank SS woman, struggling to service my cock.

[Ophelia’s Sexual Arousal increased to 26 (+7)]

I couldn’t take it anymore. My thin patience was spent. My hand tightened in her hair.

“Enough,” I growled, then thrust my hips forward while simultaneously pulling her head closer.

My large, thick cock slid into her small mouth. She choked, a muffled escaping her throat. Her empty eyes widened, her body’s natural reflex fighting, but her controlled mind kept her still.

I didn’t stop. I kept pushing, feeding more of myself in, tracing her tongue, pressing against the roof of her mouth, then deeper into her throat. It felt incredible. The warmth, the wetness, and the pressure of her throat muscles trying to swallow the foreign object enveloped my shaft perfectly.

“Look at this, Headmistress,” I growled, thrusting and pulling in a rough rhythm. “Look at how you swallow every inch of the cock that’s going to ruin you.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see the clear bulge in her slender neck every time I pushed to the hilt. The shape of my penis was clearly outlined beneath the white skin of her throat. She couldn’t breathe, tears beginning to well in the corners of her empty eyes from the choking reflex.

But I didn’t care. My rhythm grew faster, deeper. My hand held her head firmly, ensuring no room for escape.

“Ughk! Gluk! Hrk!” Choked gagging and retching sounds forced their way from her throat.

And strangely, even in this controlled and clearly tortured state, Ophelia’s body responded in its own way.

Fluid dripped steadily from her tightly closed vagina, soaking her inner thighs and dripping onto the carpet beneath her. Her scent grew stronger, more tempting. Her own body betrayed the truth denied by her arrogance.

“Swallow.”

I pulled out of her mouth. Ophelia coughed lightly, saliva dripping from the corner of her reddened mouth. But she immediately opened her mouth again, stuck out her tongue, waiting. I rubbed the wet tip of my cock against her tongue, then gripped the base tightly.

“Hmm…!” I groaned, and a hot spurt of cum shot out, spraying onto her tongue, against the roof of her mouth, filling her oral cavity. She didn’t move, waiting until I was finished, then obediently swallowed it all, her sore throat working. A few drops spilled from her lips.

As my breathing began to calm, I looked at her. Her face was still blank, but her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes watery. This throat-fucking had left clear marks.

“Good. Back on the table,” I ordered, my voice still heavy. “Spread your legs. Show me your virgin pussy before I ruin it.”

Ophelia stood up shakily, her legs trembling. She turned, then climbed back onto the desk. She sat on its edge, then shamelessly spread her long legs wide apart.

And there, between the fiery red bush, her pink, wet vagina was open for me. Her swollen, slick lips parted slightly, revealing the narrow slit still tightly sealed by her renewed maidenhead. A drop of clear fluid hung at the entrance, waiting.

My cock, having just released part of its load in her mouth, was still hard and throbbing, filled with an even greater desire.

“I’m going to teach your proud head a new lesson, Headmistress,” I growled, my voice hoarse and brimming with unrestrained intensity. I stepped forward, standing between her spread thighs. The heat of her body was palpable even before I touched her.

I grabbed the base of my hard cock with one hand, aiming its swollen tip at the waiting, narrow slit. With my other hand, I pressed against her inner thigh, pushing it open wider. Her smooth, warm skin felt hot under my palm.

The tip of my cock met her wet entrance, and a wave of warmth and pleasure rushed through me at the contact. She let out a low moan, a soulless sound escaping her swollen lips.

“Watch,” I whispered, pressing forward slowly. “Watch as the student you once ignored… takes your renewed virginity right here, in the most sacred part of you.”

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