Chapter 44: Chapter 44 – An Agonized Moan

“Del, you look exhausted,” Charlotte said with genuine concern as she poured tea into two cups. “Your work has been draining you lately. You need proper rest.”

Delilah let out a long sigh, watching the steam rise from her tea. “My responsibilities keep piling up. Everything demands my attention.”

“But your family needs you too,” Charlotte replied softly, yet firmly. Her gaze held real worry. “You’re barely home these days. I’ve seen Angeline… and Gwen too. Even if they act distant or indifferent, they must miss their mother. Why not take a break, Del?”

Charlotte offered a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, I heard Adam has started attending the academy again. That’s good news, isn’t it? Maybe you could take them out for dinner—just the four of you. Doesn’t that sound nice? Spend some time with them.”

Her intentions were sincere—

a heartfelt wish to mend bonds and be a more present mother. Guilt-ridden over her constant absence, Delilah finally nodded.

“Maybe you’re right, Charlotte.”

A family dinner… It sounded simple, but perhaps it was exactly what she needed to reconnect with her daughters. And Adam too… Her son had been shutting himself in his room far too often. This could be a first step in closing the growing distance between them.

And now… here she was. Delilah Socheron, the woman known as the Star Witch, one of the most powerful beings in the world—standing frozen in a humiliating position, forced to watch as her beloved daughter straddled the disgusting waste of a boy she had taken in.

That waste of a boy… is me.

I looked at Angeline, who truly resembled a frightened little rabbit. With her rabbit ears still perched on her head and the white rabbit-tail plug nestled between her cheeks, her small, naked body seemed incredibly fragile.

Right now, Angeline was on top of me—her wet, trembling pussy positioned right above my erect cock, ready to plunge inside. Her head was bowed deeply, not daring to meet her mother’s gaze, even as Delilah stood right in front of her, watching every movement with shattered eyes.

With trembling hands, she gripped my shaft, already slick with pre-cum. Hesitantly, she guided the tip toward her virgin entrance, wet with her own arousal—or perhaps still under the influence of my [Lustful Touch] skill.

She rubbed the swollen head along her reddened lips, as if testing the fit, yet clearly afraid. Her expression showed pure doubt—whether something as large as mine could possibly fit into something so small and tight.

I looked up at Delilah then, and for a moment, my breath caught.

My stepmother… the blazing anger and hatred that had filled her face earlier was completely gone. All that remained was an expression I never imagined I’d see from her: a pleading gaze.

Her golden eyes, usually so sharp and authoritative, were now glistening, tears slowly tracing paths down her pale cheeks. Delilah, the Star Witch, an SSS-Rank Hunter, one of the world’s strongest—was crying silently.

She wasn’t looking at me with hatred anymore, but with defeat, desperation, as if making one last attempt to appeal to the last shred of my conscience.

My chest tightened at the sight. A faint, very faint flicker of guilt stirred inside me. Looking back… my stepmother had never truly done anything extremely cruel to me.

Sure, she’d neglected me, occasionally offering advice in a cold, distant tone—but that was just her reserved and closed-off nature. Yes, she’d broken my arm once, but that was truly an accident, and partly my fault too.

Delilah’s silent crying intensified. Her shoulders trembled slightly.

I looked down again, trying to escape her heart-wrenching gaze. My eyes returned to Angeline—small and, in this horrifying situation, undeniably sexy.

My emotions were a chaotic mess. The guilt was real, but… the lust, the thrill of domination, the euphoria of conquering both mother and daughter—these women who had always been so far out of reach—made me even harder, more excited.

“Do it. Now. Or I’ll break your mother first,” I threatened in a low, rough voice, burying that flicker of guilt deep down.

Angeline visibly shuddered at my threat. She took a deep breath, as if gathering courage, then with her eyes tightly shut, she tried to lower herself.

Slurp.

The large, slick head of my cock finally slipped past her tight entrance. She let out a pained whimper, “Nnnngh…!” Her voice was small, choked.

She stopped, breathing heavily.

“I-It’s… too big… It… hurts…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with tears.

“Keep going. Lower yourself slowly. Until it’s all inside,” I commanded, trying to keep my voice steady even as the pleasure spreading from the tip of my cock was becoming almost unbearable.

Angeline swallowed hard, her face tense. Then, with continuous moans and whimpers, she began lowering herself again, centimeter by centimeter.

“Aah…! Nnnoo…! It hurts…! But… it feels strange…!” she cried out, her voice rising in pitch and desperation. “Brother… please… it’s… too big…!”

I could feel it. My cock was slowly being swallowed by her incredibly tight, hot, and wet pussy. The flesh inside seemed to clench around my shaft, resisting yet pulling it deeper at the same time.

Angeline bit her lip until it nearly bled, her pretty face now clouded with a mix of pain and the strange sensations forced upon her by my skill. I felt a thin barrier give way, followed by a trickle of warmth—her virginity, lost.

In front of us, Delilah’s eyes widened, her body trembling as if electrocuted. A long, agonized moan escaped her tightly pressed lips.

Meanwhile, notifications flashed before my eyes, mocking my already chaotic state of mind.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal increased to 91 (+1)]

[Domination over Angeline increased to 88%]

[…]

Maybe it was because her Sexual Arousal was already so high and her body needed release, or perhaps it was driven by her latent masochistic fetish that made her subconsciously enjoy the pain—whatever the reason, Angeline didn’t stop. Her moans shifted, growing wilder and more unrestrained.

“Aah~! Hah…! It hurts…! But… why… does it feel… Aaagh~! I can’t… stop…!” she screamed, her hands now groping her own small chest, pinching her erect nipples. Her eyes were wide and vacant, as if she no longer recognized herself.

To finally give in to a final desperate push, she forced her body all the way down.

Squelch.

There. My entire length was now fully inside her, thrusting deep into her cervix. Her tight passage gripped me with unbelievable force, as if there was no space left.

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal reaches 100]

[You have successfully made Angeline Climax]

[Angeline’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 55]

[Domination over Angeline increased to 93%]

“AAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH~!!!!”

Angeline let out a long, piercing scream—no longer a whimper of pain, but a raw, explosive cry of orgasm.

Her entire body convulsed violently on top of me. I could feel her vaginal walls clenching and pulsing intensely around my cock, milking me as if trying to drain everything inside. A warm flood—a mix of her release and her virgin blood—gushed out, soaking my pelvis and the sheets beneath us.

She slumped forward, her chest heaving irregularly, her face flushed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She looked utterly spent. For a moment, she seemed completely unaware of her surroundings, maybe even of herself.

From Delilah’s direction, only broken sobs remained, as if all hope and light had been extinguished from her life forever. Her expression was empty, hollow, filled with total despair.

And what did I feel in that moment? My God. It’s hard to describe the pleasure coursing through me. This… this was so much tighter, hotter, more gripping than Arianna had ever been.

Every inch of her narrow pussy squeezed and clung to my cock with an almost painful tightness. Waves of ecstasy, so intense and overwhelming, threatened to make me climax right then and there, to spill everything I had inside me.

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