Chapter 429. Letting Her Stare At The Mirror To See How She Really Looked Like**

Chapter 429: 429. Letting Her Stare At The Mirror To See How She Really Looked Like**

Suddenly, William’s eyes caught something across the room. A massive, full-length, ornate mirror stood against the wall.

A wicked idea took hold. He grabbed Catherine by her hips, guiding her position so she was facing the glass while he remained behind her, his cock disappearing completely inside her with every thrust.

"Look in the mirror over there, Catherine..." he commanded hoarsely. "Look at what you’ve become."

Catherine’s eyes were unfocused, hazy with lust, and she looked confused for a moment. "What...? Mirror...? Ahh~! Nngh~!"

"Look!" William growled, grabbing her chin and forcing her head up. "Look at yourself!"

"Look at how this ’model student’ looks while she’s being fucked like a common whore in the back of the academy!"

Catherine’s eyes finally locked onto their reflection. Her breath hitched audibly.

In the mirror, she saw everything: her own flushed, desperate face, her eyes dilated with hunger; her massive breasts bouncing wildly with every impact; and the sight of William’s thick, dark cock disappearing into her dripping, swollen pussy.

She saw the way her body was being bent and used, the way her uniform was torn and disheveled.

"Oh god... oh fuck... ahhh~!" The sight of her own debauchery was the final trigger.

Seeing herself being dominated so thoroughly broke the last of her resistance. "I look... I look so filthy~! Ahh~!"

"Fuck yes~! Look at me being used~!"

"Ahhhhhh~! Nngh~! Fuck me~! Fuck me harder in front of myself~! AAAAAHHHHH~!"

Catherine’s eyes locked onto the reflection, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. The shock hit her harder than any of William’s thrusts could.

In the mirror, she didn’t see the Vice headmaster, the composed woman who commanded respect in the academy halls. Instead, she saw a creature of pure, unadulterated need.

Her skin was flushed a deep rose, her hair was a wild mess across her shoulders, and her eyes, wide, glassy, and unfocused, were filled with a hunger that terrified and thrilled her simultaneously.

"Oh god..." she whispered, her voice cracking as she stared at her own reflection. "This is what I look like... this is the face I make... when I have sex?"

A shuddering gasp escaped her lips as she watched her own mouth hang open involuntarily. "I’m gasping... and drooling... I look like I could melt into the floor right now~!"

The sight of her own degradation was intoxicating. Instead of turning away in shame, she leaned closer to the mirror, presenting herself to her own gaze as William continued to drive into her from behind.

"Look at me, William... look at how my body reacts when you hit me there~!"

"Ahhnnn~!" She arched her back further, deliberately showing off the way her breasts swayed and her pussy stretched around his cock.

William leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, his heat enveloping her. He reached up and began to lick the shell of her pointed elf ear, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

"What do you think about your obscene appearance, Catherine?" he murmured darkly. "Does the Vice headmaster approve of this filthy little student in the mirror?"

Catherine let out a broken moan, her hips grinding back against him in a desperate attempt to close the gap.

"It... it really turns me on~!" she cried out, her voice rising to a near scream. "Seeing myself like this... seeing how much I need you to fuck me... it’s so fucking wrong, and I want more~!"

"Ahhh~! More~! Nngh~!"

William felt the shift instantly. The admission of her arousal triggered a physical reaction in her body that was impossible to ignore.

"Nice!" he growled, his voice vibrating against her spine. "I can feel it!"

"Your pussy’s squeezing even harder than before!"

"It’s like you’re trying to suck every last drop out of me~!"

The rhythm became something beyond human. William abandoned any pretense of control, his hips becoming a piston of raw muscle.

Plap, plap, plap, plap!

The sound of their bodies colliding was wet, rhythmic, and primal. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Catherine, her vision blurring as she watched their joined bodies in the mirror.

She saw the way his dark skin contrasted against her pale thighs, the way his cock disappeared into her dripping wetness with each brutal stroke.

"Ahh~! Ahh~! AAAAAHHHNNN~!" Catherine screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.

Her hands pressed against the mirror, leaving smudges of sweat and saliva as she fought to stay upright. "I can’t... I can’t take it~!"

"You’re hitting something so deep~!"

"Ahh~! Fuck~! My pussy is going to explode~!"

"Nnngh~! Please~! Fuck me like you’re going to break me~!"

"Ahh~! YES~! FUCK ME~! FUCK ME HARDER~!"

The room was filled with the sounds of their escalating passion: the wet squelching of fluids, the heavy breathing, the slap of skin, and Catherine’s relentless, high-pitched moans that sounded more like cries of ecstasy than anything else.

William was beyond restraint now. The sight of her, the powerful vice headmaster, reduced to a quivering, panting mess in front of the glass pushed him toward his breaking point.

He grabbed her hips with bruising force, pulling her back against him to ensure every thrust was as deep and punishing as possible.

"Don’t you dare look away!" William commanded, his voice a guttural roar. "Make sure to watch your reflection!"

"Watch what you’re doing to yourself while I fuck you!"

"N-no... that’s... ahh~! Nnngh~!" Catherine tried to protest, her voice weak and wavering, but her body betrayed her by bucking backward against him. "It’s too much... I can’t ahhhnnn~!"

"Look at those massive tits bouncing around!" William shouted over her cries, his other hand coming around to squeeze one breast so hard it nearly spilled between his fingers. "Look at how they jiggle every time I slam into you!"

"You look like nothing but a slut in that mirror, Catherine!"

"Ahhh~! Fuck~! Yes~! I’m a slut~! Ahhhhn~!" she screamed, the humiliation feeding directly into her clit.

The shame was gone, replaced entirely by the overwhelming sensory overload of seeing her own degradation.

William’s breathing became ragged, his thrusts growing shorter, faster, and more violent. The wet sounds of their coupling—squelch, plap, squelchsquelch—became a frantic staccato.

"I’m going to cum before long," he gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her back. "I can do it inside you again, right?!"

"I want to fill that shivering womb of yours with everything I’ve got!"

Catherine couldn’t answer. She was trapped in a feedback loop of pleasure so intense that her brain seemed to have short-circuited.

Her eyes were rolled back, showing only whites, and her mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream. She was completely entranced, floating in a sea of dopamine and raw sensation.

"Hey! Answer me!" William demanded when she failed to respond.

Seeing her dazed expression, he reached around, forcing her face toward the mirror while shoving two fingers into her open mouth. He hooked them around her tongue, pulling it out slightly as if to inspect her like livestock.

"If you don’t answer me, I’ll take that entranced look on your face as a ’yes’!"

Catherine could only make muffled, desperate noises. "Mmph~! Nngh mmph~!"

Her tongue flicked against his fingers as she struggled to find air between the waves of pleasure.

"Alright then! That’s what I thought!" William growled.

He abandoned any pretense of rhythm, moving with pure, animalistic desperation. His hips were a blur of motion, slamming into her cunt with bone-deep impact.

"Alright, I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum, Catherine! I’m filling you up~!"

"AAAAAHHHHHH~! FUCK~! YES~! FUCK ME~!"

"FUCK ME HARDER~! AHNNNNN~!" Catherine’s scream tore through the room as she felt the first tremors of her own climax beginning to build, triggered by the sheer violence of his movements.

Her vision exploded into sparks as she watched her own distorted, ecstatic face in the mirror, witnessing the moment her body completely surrendered to him.

Desperate for connection despite the brutality, William collapsed onto his side beside her, but he didn’t pull out.

Instead, he hooked one leg over hers, keeping his cock buried to the hilt while he pulled her into a heated, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled in a wet, messy collision while his hips continued to work beneath the sheets.

Schlick, squelch, slurp.

"Mmph~! Ahh~! Mmmnn~!" Catherine moaned into his mouth, her hands wandering over his massive shoulders.

The dual stimulation of the deep, grinding thrusts and the intimate kiss was pushing her past any possible limit.

"Wow... you just won’t stop thrusting...~! Ahh~! Nngh~!" she gasped as they broke apart for air. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. "My head... my head is spinning... and my womb... my womb feels like it’s on the verge of bursting from all this cum and your cock~!"

"Ahh~! Fuck~!"

"I can’t take any more, but I don’t want you to stop~! AAAAAHHHHH~!"

William’s hips never slowed. If anything, they moved faster, each thrust more deliberate than the last. "Then let it burst, Catherine!"

"Let it all burst~!"

"I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to breathe~!"

"Ahh~! Fuck yes~!"