Chapter 41: Mika (6) (18+)

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Mika (6) (18+)

Under the dim lighting of the room, Kirito directed his quiet gaze down at Queen Mika, who was currently propping herself up on her hands against the tatami mat, her chest heaving up and down continuously after successive intense climaxes.

That sight involuntarily reminded him of Raiden—the woman with whom he had also previously shared bliss and ejaculated deep into the innermost depths of her vulva. Back then, after each climax, the excess semen usually could not be completely contained and would overflow, messily trickling down both sides of her thighs. However, Mika was entirely different. Her vulva was like a greedy, bottomless mouth, so snug and thirsty that it swallowed every single drop of thick semen, absolutely refusing to permit even one precious drop of semen to leak or spill outside. His entire source of life energy was tightly imprisoned inside her body as a way of asserting absolute possession.

Mika slowly stood up from the mat with a smug, proud expression. Her sparkling eyes right now seemed to glint with faint heart shapes because her thirst for lust showed no signs of cooling down. She extended her pink tongue to lick gently across her swollen lips, then spoke in a haughty voice:

"What’s wrong? Having gone through just two brief rounds and you’re already showing signs of fatigue? Once you step onto my bed, you must know how to demonstrate true manliness to serve this Queen to the very end."

Kirito smirked softly. He stood up straight and stretched his shoulders proudly. Remarkably, despite having ejaculated twice in a row at great expense, his penis remained erect like a standing pillar, muscular and bulging with green veins, showing no signs of shrinking or losing its form in the slightest.

"My penis still has more than enough stamina to endure and fight as many more rounds as needed." Kirito held his head high with supreme confidence, his eyes challenging the beauty back.

Mika sneered with intentional contempt upon seeing him standing there boasting: "Just standing there staring idly? Are you planning to use this tactic to stall for time and recover your strength? Don’t dilly-dally any longer, hurry over here and fuck to pieces this soaked and craving vulva!"

Provoked by that brazen teasing, the hot blood inside Kirito immediately boiled over. Although knowing full well he was falling into her psychological trap, her lethally attractive body and the stimulating scent radiating from Mika made him utterly unable to restrain his reason for another second.

Kirito charged forward like a wild beast, wrapping both arms tightly around Mika’s large, full buttocks. With immense arm strength, he lifted her entire body off the ground in a suspended carry posture.

Mika was startled in astonishment for a brief moment, but her long, slender legs instinctively reacted, wrapping tightly around Kirito’s firm waist to maintain balance.

"Oh? This suspended carry posture... turns out to be quite interesting and stimulating. You truly are a rough person who knows no mercy." Mika giggled softly, her eyes overflowing with affection.

While holding her body firmly, Kirito exhaled hot breath into Mika’s ear, his deep voice heavy with possessiveness: "I have to be extremely rough to discipline this bad mouth and naughty body of yours. You lustful woman."

With that, Kirito thrust his hips forcefully, driving his giant penis deep into Mika’s vulva in a single rhythm. The sound of slapping flesh echoed alongside the wet, sloshing sounds of lubricating fluid overflowing throughout the narrow space. Right now, both shared a chaotic and overwhelming train of thought.

"Damn it..." Kirito clenched his teeth tight, green veins bulging on his forehead as he had to use full force to squeeze his penis into that absurdly tight crevice.

"No matter how many times I fuck this woman, the cramped sensation doesn’t change at all; what kind of vulva squeezes so terrifyingly as if trying to snap a man in half."

As for Mika, she also arched her neck and moaned in choked gasp: "~ Ahhh... mm..." thinking to herself: "Having been fucked by this kid’s penis so many times, I still can’t get used to this sensation at all. Every single time he thrusts his penis deep to my womb, it truly feels like taking my life; how can it be so rough and massive."

Kirito began pumping his hips, the frequency of attack growing increasingly powerful and ferocious.

"~ Ahhh... uhmm..." Mika panted heavy breaths, both hands wrapping around Kirito’s neck, teasing mid-climax: "Don’t your arms get sore holding me up while maintaining this fucking speed?"

Kirito gritted his teeth, the rippling muscles on his arms flexing with every stroke: "Of course they get sore... Damn it, fucking you makes my entire body shudder in waves, and on top of that I have to carry your weight on my hands."

Mika burst out laughing merrily, her clear voice echoing against the four walls: "Since you know you’re tired, why don’t you quickly drop me down to the floor... auhm..."

Kirito answered nonchalantly while thrusting hard: "Because I’m busy fucking an arrogant Queen, how could I casually drop you down."

Hearing that made Mika even more delighted; she buried her head into his shoulder, whispering in a slightly more serious tone between rhythmic moans:

"If you... truly have the capability to help me ascend to the supreme position of Queen... Ahh~... Then I promise to keep you as the sole man exclusively possessing me by my side... uhmm..."

Kirito smirked slightly, unswayed in the slightest: "Is that so? But from a moment ago I’ve already been helping you achieve that, why wait for the future."

He looked straight into her eyes, which were brimming with tears of arousal, and continued asking in a probing tone: "Do you know why until now, I have never truly placed full faith in your promises?"

Hearing that unexpected question, Mika froze for a brief moment. She had originally prepared herself to receive contemptuous or disdainful words from the mouth of a cold-blooded assassin like Kirito.

"That is because... I only place absolute trust in my own capabilities and actions. I never gamble my life on blind faith in others."

Kirito’s brief yet razor-sharp words made Mika’s mind suddenly illuminate, clearing away all the dark patches and doubts that had lingered in her mind for so long.

"~ Ahhh... So that’s why... You choose to bear all risks yourself and do everything alone like that... hahh... Does your heart feel lonely or empty?"

Kirito didn’t hesitate for a second, shaking his head decisively:

"Of course not. In this world, from a survival perspective, everything is simply divided into two clear possibilities."

"First possibility: I win and achieve my goal."

"Second possibility: I fail."

"However, unfortunately for those words, in my dictionary, ’failure’ is something extremely luxurious and rare to occur. Because before acting, I always calculate the probability of success to an absolute degree before making a move."

Mika snapped her head up, a brilliant glint of admiration and infatuation flashing in her eyes. She proactively slid her slender hand behind Kirito’s neck, using all her strength to pull his head close to her face to give him a deep, passionate kiss.

"So confident."

Kirito let out a muffled growl, thrusting his penis deep inside.

"~ Ahhh..." Mika let out a shrill scream as pleasure exploded within.

"Now, lift one of your arms up, Mika," Kirito commanded in an overwhelming tone.

Mika didn’t hesitate in the slightest, immediately obeying his words submissively. Right away, Kirito lowered his head, using his nimble tongue to lick along the soft skin of Mika’s underarm, making her burst into gasping laughter from the tickling and numbness.

"Goodness... are you completely crazy, actually licking my armpit?... uhm... it’s way too ticklish..."

Despite her mouth complaining, an unusually warm feeling surged inside Mika’s heart:

"This kid fucks so top-tier... being beside him and experiencing crazy things like this turns out to be the happiest time in my life."

Inside Mika’s mind, dark and cold memories involuntarily rushed back. She remembered the early days when she had just turned eighteen, ruthlessly forced by her biological father to marry into the imperial court as a political pawn for her family. At that time, she resisted fiercely, but the cruelty of her family and the power of her father crushed every voice of resistance. Fortunately, her grandmother—who held supreme power in the shadows back then—stepped in to intervene, trying her absolute best to protect her virgin purity and body before she set foot inside.

At that time, the king had nine different wives, and Mika was merely a late arrival, a strategic pawn tossed into the mud pit of power struggles. The other wives in the inner palace shared the same fate; they were all sharp pawns planted to keep each other in check and control the king.

To survive and consolidate her supreme rank, Mika was forced to personally eliminate every single one of them. There were times she sat alone in a cold room, staring at the dish of food brought up by servants without daring to touch her chopsticks for fear that it was already laced with deadly poison. Her starved, rumbling stomach cried out in endless panic.

The only person who kept her company, her absolutely loyal companion and also the one who suffered the most by her side, was her devoted maidservant. That loyal servant had to toil day and night everywhere, slipping through the narrow crevices of the imperial palace just to search for clean food, gather intelligence, and collect necessary supplies to preserve Mika’s life.

Being the king’s wife was never a pleasant privilege; it was a hell on earth. And the final tragic end came when that sole friend, her most loyal maidservant, was poisoned to death by enemies in an assassination plot aimed at her. Ever since that day, Mika’s heart was completely frozen solid.

Yet, right at the present moment, amidst this dangerous and bloody imperial court, she was letting go of all bloodthirsty political calculations, discarding her cold protective shell to enjoy a strange sanctuary of peace beside a stranger youth. This feeling of warmth, intoxication, and bodily satisfaction was something that throughout six long years from age eighteen to twenty-four, she had never experienced even once.

She had been forced to trample upon the corpses of countless enemies to climb to the peak of power. That trade-off brought her supreme authority, but simultaneously handed her a cage of absolute loneliness.

Precisely because of this, the appearance of a lone Shinobi who dared infiltrate deep into the imperial city, neutralize the entire sophisticated defense system, and then propose a crazy, unthinkable trade—a transaction demanding no power, making no political threats, but trading for sexual intercourse—was something far beyond Mika’s imagination.

Midst a place filled only with slaughter, scheming, and the stench of fresh blood, the existence of sex brought her a strange spiritual salvation that even the greatest powers in the world could never buy.