My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

He gripped her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the ceiling with those rolled back, white eyes, her mouth agape in a silent scream of sensation.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"And you’re an Asian girl, too," he sneered, his words dripping with a delicious, degrading irony. "They always act so prim and proper, don’t they?!"

"So quiet and modest... But look at you... you’re the most lewd, shameless, loud-mouthed bitch of them all!"

"You’re a fucking disgrace to your heritage, and God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! LEWD?! MMMM... AHHHHH! YES! AAAAAHHHH!"

The insult seemed to act like fuel to her fire. The conflict in her mind, the shame of being called lewd, the embarrassment of her loudness, and the overwhelming pleasure of his words fused into a singular, explosive sensation.

She was a mess of contradictions, a "proper" woman being turned into a screaming, lewd animal by a man who knew exactly how to dismantle her.

Mike felt the climax building again, a tidal wave of heat rushing from the base of his spine to the tip of his throbbing cock. He could feel her walls convulsing around him, her pussy clamping down on him in a desperate, rhythmic grip that demanded his release.

"Here it comes again!" Mike bellowed, his voice a war cry. "Take it all, you lewd little slut! Take every fucking drop!"

He delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, burying himself so far inside her that he felt like he was touching her very soul. His entire body went rigid, his muscles locking up as he unleashed a second, even more violent eruption of semen.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Haruka’s scream reached a pitch that felt like it could shatter glass as she felt the massive, hot flood of his second load surging into her already overflowing womb.

It felt like a volcanic eruption inside her. The sheer volume of the second load, combined with the first, pushed her to the absolute brink of physical capacity.

She felt the hot, thick liquid filling every crevice, stretching her even further, a heavy, pulsing weight that made her feel like she was being filled with molten gold.

Mike let out a long, guttural groan of pure, unadulterated triumph, his hips twitching as he emptied himself one last time, leaving Haruka a broken, screaming, and utterly conquered masterpiece of flesh.

...

Minutes had passed, but the air in the room remained thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and the overwhelming musk of Mike’s spent seed. Most men would have collapsed in a heap of exhaustion, but Mike was a force of nature, a man whose stamina seemed to defy the very laws of biology.

He wasn’t finished with his conquest; he was merely changing the scenery of her destruction.

He hauled her up from the bed, her legs trembling like jelly, her body feeling heavy and liquid from the sheer amount of semen he had pumped into her. He stood her up, forcing her to find her balance as he positioned her facing him.

With a grunt of effort, he hoisted her up, and as he drove himself back into her, he grabbed her right thigh and hiked it high, resting her foot firmly on his broad, muscular shoulder. This position left her completely vulnerable, her pelvis tilted upward to meet his punishing, vertical thrusts.

"AAAH! MIKE! OH GOD... HAAA... AHHH!"

Haruka’s voice was a mere rasp now, her energy spent, but the sensation of him entering her from this new, standing angle was even more intense. He was hitting her with a different kind of gravity, the weight of his body driving him deeper into her swollen, aching core.

"Look at you," Mike teased, his voice a dark, melodic hum as he watched her face, flushed and beautiful in its ruin. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he continued to hammer into her. "You’re doing so well, Haruka!"

"You’re taking it like a pro~!"

"You’ve got all the signs of a natural-born bitch," Mike laughed. "You’re built for this... and you’re also built to be used!"

"N-no..." she whimpered, her head lolling back, her eyes fluttering. "I’m... not... mmmph... AHHHH!"

"Don’t lie to me," Mike chuckled, the vibration of his laugh traveling through his chest and into hers. "A ’proper’ girl would be crying for mercy or fainting."

"But you? You’re just taking it, absorbing every inch of me!"

"You’re a potential bitch, baby. A beautiful, lewd, submissive little bitch waiting to be claimed."

"No... I’m... Ren’s... AHHH!" She tried to cling to the last shred of her identity, her voice a weak, desperate protest against the truth he was forcing upon her.

"Ren?" Mike mocked, his eyes flashing with a cruel amusement. "Ren wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you!"

"He’d be terrified of how much you need this."

He suddenly gripped her waist with hands like iron clamps and pivoted, slamming her backward.

THUD!

Her back hit the wall with a dull impact, and before she could even gasp, Mike had pinned her there. He pressed his massive body against hers, forcing her face hard against the cool, flat surface of the wall.

She was trapped between the unyielding wall and the unyielding man.

"You’re being so fucking stubborn, Haruka," Mike growled, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that brooked no argument.

He gripped her chin, forcing her head to tilt so he could whisper directly into her ear, his breath hot and demanding. "Still trying to fight it!?"

"Still trying to pretend you aren’t craving this? You’re so stubborn, but your body is telling a completely different story."

He drove into her with a sudden, violent lunge, the impact of her body against the wall making her entire frame shudder.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

"Stop being so stubborn and just accept it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming heavy and rhythmic once more, pinning her to the wall with every lunge. "Accept that you’re a lewd, loud, beautiful bitch, and that you belong to me!"

"Admit it, Haruka. FUCKING Admit it!"

Pinned, breathless, and utterly dominated, Haruka could do nothing but moan into the wall, her protests dissolving into the rhythmic, soul-crushing sound of Mike reclaiming her, over and over again.

Mike wasn’t done playing with his prey. He wanted to break the final barrier: her perception of herself. He wanted her to see the ruin he had created.

With a grunt of effortless strength, he hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her completely off the floor. Haruka let out a startled, breathless gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his thick neck for stability.

He carried her across the room, her body feeling unnervingly light and limp in his grasp, like a doll made of silk and sweat.

He stopped in front of the large, full-length vanity mirror in the corner of her room. With a predatory smirk, he turned her around so her back was to his chest.

He kept her legs wide, her feet dangling as he pressed her body against the cool glass of the mirror.

Then, he drove himself back into her.

PLAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! MIKE! THE MIRROR... OH GOD!" Haruka shrieked, her hands slapping against the glass as she felt the sudden, deep impact.

"Look at yourself, Haruka," Mike commanded, his voice a low, vibrating rumble against her spine.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto him with a violent thrust that made the glass rattle. "Don’t try to FUCKING look away!"

"Look at what a real man does to a ’proper’ girl."

Haruka’s eyes, wide and glazed with a mixture of terror and ecstasy, slowly drifted to the reflection. And what she saw shattered her mind.

In the mirror, she saw a vision of absolute debauchery. She saw her face flushed deep crimson, eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a silent, desperate plea.

But more than that, she saw the junction of their bodies. She saw his massive, dark, muscular thighs pinning her pale, trembling hips.

And she saw him.

She saw his thick, heavy cock disappearing into her, stretching her wide, and as he pulled back for a deep, grinding lunge, she saw the evidence of her corruption. With every withdrawal, a thick, creamy mixture of his semen and her juices burst out of her, splashing against the mirror and coating her inner thighs in a messy, white glaze.

"Oh... oh god..." Haruka whimpered, her voice trembling with an intense, agonizing conflict. "That’s... that’s me? Is that really me?"

She watched the way her pussy gripped him, the way it seemed to pulse and swallow him whole. She saw the way she looked, not like the refined, elegant woman Ren loved, but like a lewd, gaping vessel, completely possessed by the man behind her.

"Look at how much you’re leaking," Mike taunted, his eyes locked onto hers in the reflection, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Look at how much of my seed is spilling out of you because you’re too full to hold it!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You look like a fucking slut, Haruka! A beautiful, messy, lewd little slut!"

"I... I’m not..." she tried to say, but the words died in her throat as he slammed into her again, the impact causing a fresh spurt of semen to spray against her skin.

Her mind was a battlefield. One part of her was screaming in shame, mortified by the sight of her own uninhibited lust, while the other part, the part that was currently melting under his touch, was screaming in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"It’s so... lewd..." she whispered to her reflection, her eyes filling with tears of confusion. "I look so... shameless... AHHHH! MIKE! IT FEELS... IT FEELS SO GOOD!"

"That’s it," Mike growled, his hands moving up to squeeze her breasts, forcing her to face the mirror even more directly. "Accept it!"