Chapter 333 - 339

Plop...

Silvia aggressively pushed him flat onto the bed, crawling up his body until she was straddling his chest.

"You said I would thoroughly enjoy the moment, right? Hehe, since you gave me the brilliant idea, I might as well follow through," Silvia purred, grinding her wet cunt invitingly against his thick, unyielding shaft.

"So you’ve decided to take charge and teach me a lesson, Madam?" Quinn smirked.

"Yes. You’re far too arrogant for your own good, so I’m going to school you from now on," she declared, raising her hand as a shimmering, translucent wave of mana materialized above them.

"What on earth is that?"

"Oh, this? I’ll be using a protective barrier... though I technically possess the internal mastery to neutralize stray seeds with a thin coat of refined mana, doing that all the time is a hassle. Besides, you already creampied me bare once—I refuse to let that happen again," she explained smoothly. With a flick of her wrist, the translucent material drifted down, instantly molding over his erection into a perfect, snug barrier.

"Wait, are you telling me you actually blocked my seeds from entering your womb, Madam?" Quinn asked, genuinely surprised. The idea of a barrier condom formed purely from localized energy manipulation was quite a neat trick.

"Obviously... I’m not some loose slut who blindly accepts anyone’s seed. Only my husband holds the right to fill my womb," she stated with an exaggerated, smug expression, convinced she had clawed back a victory at the end of the day.

"Well, that’s a shame for you, Madam. I genuinely planned to knock you up and steal you away from your husband... guess that dream is dead," Quinn joked, knowing full well that if she could weave barriers, he could easily channel his own aura to punch right through them.

"Hah... you really are a fool. Everything I said earlier about enjoying myself? Total acting. You’re an absolute idiot if you actually believe any of it." She squatted lower, carefully aligning the head of his trapped shaft with her dripping entrance.

"Ahn... but as a token of gratitude for saving my husband... I suppose I’ll spare your cock the trouble of walking away empty-handed—ahn..." She let out a sweet, involuntary moan as she slowly lowered herself, swallowing his massive length inch by deep inch.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn... ahnn... ahnn... I don’t feel anything special. This is just a completely bland, ordinary cock—ahn, ahn... my husband’s is vastly superior to this..." she panted, taking the lead in a frantic, aggressive cowgirl position. Her heavy, plump breasts bounced violently with every descent, slapping against her chest as her hips hammered down against his lap.

"That’s awfully rude of you to say, Madam, especially while your body is milking my cock and begging for more. What a terrible liar you are," Quinn growled, grabbing a handful of her soft, round ass as it became nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself.

"Ahn... ahn... I’m telling you the absolute truth! This feels mediocre at best... ahnn, ahnn... just a tiny crumb of basic satisfaction, nothing more!" She desperately tried to hide her flushed, distorted face behind her cascading emerald hair, refusing to give Quinn the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Hoho, can you even feel what’s happening right now? My cock is reshaping the very walls of your tight pussy, Madam. It grips me so claustrophobically that I’m starting to think your husband’s tool must feel like a toothpick by comparison." Quinn roughly groped her plump buttocks, his fingers sliding dangerously close to her hidden rear entrance.

"Ahn... ahnn, ahn... you’re just making things up! My husband is well-endowed. He satisfies every single one of my desires... stop talking such utter nonsense..." She shoved both palms against his chest, trying to push herself up, accidentally brushing against his sensitive nipples in the process.

"Are you truly standing by that claim, Madam? Let’s put it to an absolute test and find out if it’s the truth," Quinn smirked maliciously, sliding his index finger away from her folds and pressing it directly against her sealed, puckered asshole.

What better way to measure the truthfulness of a proud MILF’s boasts than by checking if her rear entrance had ever seen any action?

"Ekk!! Ngn! W-Why on earth are you touching my butthole?!" she shrieked in absolute mortification, squirming wildly as Quinn’s finger pushed past her tight ring of muscle, exploring her forbidden passage.

"Well, well, Madam. I don’t feel any structural wear and tear inside your asshole... and hmm, not bad at all. It’s pristine—still a complete virgin back here." Quinn concluded with a grin; her bold claims about her husband’s prowess were turning out to be entirely bluster.

"Ngnn... ahnn, stop using your fingers back there! That’s a filthy, unusable hole... who in their right mind would ever do something like that?!" she protested, refusing to yield an inch. Her pride was taking a beating today.

"An asshole is fully functional and meant for pleasure too, Madam. Look at how it’s twitching right now, practically begging for a proper pounding—"

"That place is utterly dirty, you pervert! Stop shoving your finger inside me..." she stammered, growing hotter and more flustered by the second as Quinn’s finger dipped deeper into her sacred boundary.

’N-no, this is impossible... I can’t be enjoying this... I’ve never experienced anything back there in my entire life, but why does it feel so strangely... forbidden?’ Panic flashing in her eyes, she sped up the pace of her hips, desperately trying to buck away and shake off the overwhelming thoughts scrambling her brain.

"Haha, don’t be so prudish, Madam. You were the one boasting that your husband satisfies every inch of you... yet here you are, falling apart at a single finger?" Quinn pulled his finger out with a wet pop.

"Let me take a quick sniff to verify if you’re truly as pristine back there as you claim, Madam. It would be a national scandal if the grand family head had a stinky rear, wouldn’t it?" Quinn teased mercilessly, deliberately bringing his slicked fingers up toward his face.

"No! Stop that right now... I don’t smell bad! I take immaculate care of myself—I’ve even forgotten the last time I had to worry about things like that!" She lunged forward, frantically swatting at his hand. Having her rear inspected by a young subordinate was the absolute nadir of humiliation.

It was, without a doubt, the most mortifying moment of her entire existence.

"Don’t be shy, Madam. I know you want me to stop... but science demands verification—sniff..."

Quinn deeply inhaled the scent from his fingertips.

"..."

Silvia’s face flushed a deep, violent crimson, her eyes welling up with hot, frustrated tears as she stared down at Quinn, who remained completely motionless.

"Wow... that’s surprisingly sweet and clean. Color me impressed." Quinn murmured honestly.

Silvia looked ready to burst into tears right then and there.

"You absolute fool... I told you explicitly not to sniff my butthole, you degenerate..." she sobbed breathlessly, hammering her hips downward at a frantic, blinding speed, refusing to meet his gaze ever again.