Chapter 233 - 234: Ruin Me

Chapter 233: Chapter 234: Ruin Me

All those pathetic fools clearly heard every single word of her piercing voice... and hearing that she was completely unsatisfied with her domestic sex life hurt them far deeper than they had ever anticipated.

Obviously, it stung terribly. As they looked down at themselves, the harsh reality hit them: their proudest possessions—the prized, supposedly mighty dicks they boasted about—were nothing more than meager, ordinary weiners compared to the colossal, throbbing monster standing right in front of them on that stage.

Yes... even if a man tried to reassure himself by claiming those harsh words were only meant for her specific husband, knowing deep down that a woman could be so bitterly unsatisfied with a small or average-sized dick signified one undeniable, terrifying truth.

A small size simply wasn’t able to satisfy a real woman; it was never, and would never be, enough.

"N-no... my wife loves my body, I know she does. She even makes sounds of pleasure when we’re together... I know that for sure," one of the men reassured himself frantically. It hurt, yes—the pain was entirely real—but he desperately believed that a small dick could still do its job just fine if you tried hard enough!

"Y-yes, exactly! I am actually really good in bed. I can easily last for three whole minutes... Maybe that guy on stage is just an abnormal freak who’s actually bad at everything else," another whispered defensively. The truth stung like acid, so telling himself pathetic, motivational lies was the only way to heal his shattering ego... but unfortunately, his fragile worldview was instantly pulverized by the next brutal words out of the MILF’s mouth.

"Ohh, go ahead and tell them the truth, my pet. Was your husband ever enough for you? Or can he actually last for more than a measly three minutes?" Owen deliberately amplified his voice so it echoed across the entire room. Those pathetic fools desperately needed to learn the unfiltered reality—the hard, unyielding truth that was so impossible for them to swallow.

"Ngnn... yesh... ahn... He can’t last for shit! He is so utterly pathetic in bed... that I’ve been faking my moans the entire time we’ve been married... ahn... ahnn... But your big, magnificent cock... ahn, your massive dick... can make me genuinely cum and scream without even trying, Savior..." She went all out, pulling the pin and dropping an absolute nuke directly onto the fragile psyches of the watching husbands.

"Good girl. I truly believe that you’re becoming such an honest, devout wife. Hehe, so you came here tonight willingly to offer your dripping pussy to me—your true Savior," Owen purred, locking his strong arm tightly around her sweaty neck.

"Ngn... yesh... ahn, I am here to offer my asshole, my pussy, my entire body, everything I am to you! I wanted to experience the divine pleasure that I had never, ever tasted once during all those years of lying under my boring husband, Savior!" She barked out every single filthy confession, completely refusing to hold back an ounce of her pent-up frustration.

The desperate crowd of men standing below couldn’t help but painfully clutch their shaking hands into tight fists. Yes... it hurt on a soul-deep level. It made them violently wonder: What if the things she felt with this monster are the exact same things our own wives secretly feel when they’re with us...?

"My wife... she would never do a thing like that. Please, somebody tell me where she is right now..." One husband could feel his chest tightening into a suffocating knot. It hurt so much that it was physically impossible to control his emotions, and the current situation was spiraling completely out of hand.

"Yes! Mine wouldn’t either! She would never do that kind of filthy thing behind my back. I love her, and true love is way greater than just having a big piece of meat between your legs..." another man chimed in defensively, desperately trying to justify to himself that physical size wasn’t the end of the world.

"Hey, I am not saying these things for you guys... and none of this was ever meant for your ears in the first place. But for fuck’s sake, please learn to control your fragile emotions! Just shut up, watch the damn show, and pray to whatever gods you believe in that you actually learn a thing or two before you head back home to your pathetic little lives!" Owen nearly laughed out loud at the sheer hypocrisy of the words pouring effortlessly from his own mouth.

Hehe, well, too bad for you miserable bastards. I never intended to share my lovely new properties with anyone anyway. Just jerk off in your dark corners, weep, and accept the harsh reality of the food chain, he laughed wickedly to himself. Sharing was never an option to begin with.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn... eheh... I already told them everything... and I am not joking in the least... I genuinely love a huge dick, and I despise a small one... ahn... ahn," she went all the way, her thick, pooling juices dripping downward directly onto the face and mouth of the second MILF positioned right below her, who didn’t mind in the slightest—in fact, she eagerly lapped it up while continuing to enthusiastically suck his heavy, dangling balls.

"Good, you’re an exceptionally honest devotee. Now, how about you reach down, remove that wedding ring you’re wearing on your finger, and drop it straight into this box?" Owen pointed toward a small wooden collection box resting near the edge of the stage.

"Ngn... ahn... My husband will notice if my wedding ring is gone..." she hesitated for a split second.

"No, he won’t. It’s dark, the room is crowded, and the lighting is far too poor for him to ever discern the specific design of a simple band in the middle of a chaotic night," Owen coaxed smoothly, having intentionally ordered all of them to wear their wedding rings specifically to twist the knife deeper into the game.

"Ahn... o-okay..." She nodded her head frantically, using every ounce of her remaining effort to awkwardly wrench the tight golden band off her swollen finger.

"No one down there heard a damn thing. Just make up some brilliant, manipulative excuse tomorrow when your husband inevitably asks where your ring went. Hehe, it would be a hilarious disaster if he ever figured out that something so precious disappeared because you traded it for a better fuck."

"Ngh... I honestly don’t care about that ring anymore... I want a real man’s dick, not a pathetic excuse for a marriage... ahn!" She raised her voice even higher, ensuring the surrounding men heard every word. The other two MILFs heard the exchange loud and clear, eagerly waiting for their own turns. Stripping off a wedding ring in direct exchange for the holy cock?

Well, none of them would hesitate for even a microsecond to do it. They had suffered through years of cold, dry neglect, starving for a real, heavy-duty pounding.

"You really are a filthy, perfect slut. Now, let me finally cum deep inside your tight asshole!" Owen muttered, thoroughly satisfied with the complete psychological surrender of the MILF. Now it was time to deliver a glorious, definitive creampie straight into her rear!

"Ngnn... ahhnn... ahn... Yes, please don’t hold back at all... ahn... fill me right up, Savior!" She screamed with absolute delirium, instinctively spreading her twitching, abused ass even wider to swallow every drop.

Spurtt! Spurt! Spuurt!

A thick, torrential flood of hot cum blasted deep inside her butthole, marking the very first of many intensive pumps into her specialized hole.

"Ngn... ahhnn... whn... Thank you, Savior... hehe, I am so glad that you chose to thoroughly ruin me... ah..." She nearly lost what little physical strength she had left, instantly squirting her own sweet juices in a violent climax fueled by the endless, frantic licking happening right below her.