Chapter 42: Mika (7) (18+)

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Mika (7) (18+)

Beneath the thin cloak and the atmosphere thick with the scent of bliss, Kirito’s body seemed to transcend ordinary physical limits, sinking deep into a state of numb exhaustion thanks to the stimulation of primitive instinct. Even though he had been bearing the weight of Mika’s body in an exhausting posture for a prolonged period, he did not feel his arms grow sore or weary at all. Every movement and each rhythmic thrust of his hips seemed governed by a pure instinct, an invisible force relentlessly driving him to plunge into the woman’s body without rest.

Through five consecutive ejaculations, the head of Kirito’s member had grown extremely sensitive, swollen, and tender to the point where even a slight touch was enough to send surging waves of heat swelling, ready to erupt at any second. He was forced to cling to every shred of experience and steadfastness to restrain himself, preserving his manly pride. He understood all too well that if he collapsed or ejaculated prematurely right now, that arrogant queen would surely utter words of disdain and look down upon his prowess.

"~ Uhmm... ahh~... ~ahh..."

Mika continued emitting enchanting, mesmerized moans. Yet beneath the veil of desire clouding her eyes, a glimmer of manipulative scheming still flashed through her mind.

"This kid truly possesses physical endurance far surpassing ordinary people, but even a monster’s flesh must have limits. He surely can only last at most two to three more rounds before completely exhausting his strength. Even so, in terms of stamina, he has far surpassed all other men in this world."

"Just wait patiently a little longer; when he completely collapses and falls, that will be the exact moment I climb on top of him, thrust my own hips, and seize absolute dominant power over this bed."

Mika involuntarily glanced toward the wide-open large window facing the lazy stream flowing outside, and she was startled to realize that the night sky had descended without her noticing. Kirito had stepped into this house from the glaring midday sun, meaning all those hours had slipped away unconsciously, yet this eighteen-year-old youth was still diligently, persistently serving and plowing her body without showing any sign of retreating.

"~ Ahh... fuck harder let’s see... uhmm... you’re truly weaker than I thought." Mika intentionally used provocative words to mask the astonishment in her heart.

Kirito let out a muffled laugh, replying in a sarcastic tone: "It’s your own mouth that has been moaning nonstop from a moment ago; don’t stubbornly put on a triumphant act, proud queen."

Mika extended her long tongue, continuing to moan even as Kirito accelerated his speed, yet the arrogance in her voice did not waver at all: "My moaning... is simply a natural bodily reflex according to biological instinct... uhm..."

Kirito did not bother arguing or debating any further. As a modern person, he clearly understood the complex physiological rules of women in sexual intercourse; achieving ultimate pleasure is far more difficult for women than for men. It was only natural for Mika to maintain that pride until this moment.

Suddenly, Kirito let out a deep roar that startled Mika. Gathering all his remaining strength in his hips, he launched fierce thrusts at an unprecedented, terrifying speed. The immense pressure caused Mika’s eyes to roll backward, her proud expression instantly vanishing into thin air, replaced by panic and supreme infatuation.

"~ Ahhh... too fast... too fast... it feels too amazing..."

"Damn it... why on earth is this woman this resilient and lustful?" Kirito clenched his teeth tight, every muscle across his back tensing rigidly as he poured his force into pounding harder than ever.

The sensation of reaching the ultimate limit made Kirito unable to hold back any longer; he roared out: "I can’t take much more... prepare to receive it!"

Mika arched her neck, extending her pink tongue outward, her voice broken between ragged pants:

"~ Ahh... go ahead and discharge all your semen deep inside this queen’s vulva... uhm~... that is the reward your member has earned for this noble vulva of mine... ~ ahhh..."

"Feels like heaven... his member is truly a masterpiece. I feel as though its size and length were born to fit each and every internal contour of my vulva to absolute perfection."

"Could it be... could it be that my vulva and his member were destined as two halves made precisely for each other?"

"So scorching..." Her intimate area now transmitted an intensely smoldering, dull burning sensation, while Kirito’s member was no different from a red-hot iron rod scouring every single nook and cranny.

Squirt!!

The gushing sound rang out crystal clear as Kirito gritted his teeth, unleashing his sixth wave of piping-hot semen, pumping it straight deep into Mika’s womb.

The exploding heat completely immersed Mika in the frenzy of pleasure:

"His semen... is truly an addictive narcotic one can never kick."

"~ Ahhh...."

Kirito himself, following that ejaculation, panted in broken breaths, his chest heaving as he clearly felt fatigue spreading across his joints. "Going on an infiltration mission, running through perilous terrains all day long isn’t as tiring as having sex like this... The saying ’having too much sex makes a man lean and exhausted’ is completely accurate without a single flaw."

Thinking thus, Kirito relaxed his arms, letting Mika’s feet touch the tatami mat. Mika staggered, propping both hands against the wall to balance herself, and turned her head back, using her tongue to gently lick her swollen lips with unsatisfied craving.

Before Mika could open her mouth to utter another provocation, Kirito lunged forward from behind, wrapping his arms fully around her waist.

This sudden action completely caught Mika off guard.

For a bold and exhilarating idea had just flashed through Kirito’s mind. Smirking craftily, he quickly slid both hands between Mika’s thighs, reaching around to the front to lift her entire body completely off the ground from behind.

This maneuver forced Mika’s legs wide apart to their maximum extent, exposing her entire intimate area—soaked, dripping with bodily fluids, and swollen red—completely forward under the dim lighting.

That naked and somewhat vulgar posture instantly made Mika’s face flush crimson, embarrassment surging to the top of her head.

"You... what on earth are you doing?... What kind of freakish posture is this?... Wait, put me down right now!"

Kirito laughed triumphantly: "This posture was born to humiliate the pride of a noble queen like you, darling."

Mika turned her head over her shoulder, trying to resist in a pouty tone: "Are you out of your mind? Hurry up and drop me back down to the floor right now, I absolutely do not like this bizarre posture one bit!"

"This kid must have lost his mind... This posture is dying of embarrassment! I am proudly the supreme queen of a nation, yet I’m being lifted by a mere kid, exposing my bare vulva forward like this... it’s no different than..."

Mika hurriedly raised both hands to cover her blushing face: "This posture is no different than how savages treat vile street whores!"

"Then... let’s officially begin our next round, proud queen."

Kirito burst into satisfied laughter. It took him quite a while to think of such a uniquely quirky posture to tease and conquer Mika’s pride, so he was determined to enjoy it thoroughly.

"No... If you insist on using this shameful posture, at least close the door shut! Leaving it wide open like this will make me die of embarrassment, you absolute idiot!"

The more Kirito heard, the more amused he became: "Leaving the door wide open lets the outside air feel fresh and cool; don’t reject my kindness. I’m serving you with all my heart after all."

Mika pressed her lips tight, her cheeks burning hot with awkwardness. She never imagined she would one day be forced into a posture this both stimulating and humiliating.

Kirito pressed his face close to the back of Mika’s neck, inhaling the sweet body fragrance lingering on her locks, then slowly used the tip of his nose to rub and lightly lick the rim of her ear, making Mika squint one eye from the tickling sensation.

"This posture guarantees to make the member thrust deeper and harder manifold. Do you really dislike it? It’s guaranteed to drive you crazy with pleasure."

Her carnal instincts were heavily tempted, yet her reason and shyness still made Mika struggle: "Don’t use those words to manipulate my mind. I already said I don’t like this posture!" She resolutely denied.

Kirito feigned letting his arms drop, his tone regretful: "Is that so? What a pity, if the proud queen doesn’t like it then I suppose I’ll have to let you down to the floor. Consider it me being nosy."

Mika bit her lip hard, her face beet red from the dilemma. In the end, craving and surrender to pleasure conquered her pride. Covering her face with both hands, she shyly screamed out:

"Idiot... just do it! I... I temporarily forgive this insolent and disrespectful behavior of yours toward me as queen, just for this once!"

Kirito burst into delighted laughter: "Oh, so her majesty secretly wanted me to fuck her in this posture after all?"

Mika blushed from her face all the way down to her neck, her eyes spinning in confusion not knowing where to hide her face: "You... you’re clearly younger than me! Stop teasing and playing with me like that, hurry... hurry up and fuck me, you idiot!"