Chapter 334 - 340

"It smells perfect, Madam. A transcendent is naturally free of impurities... hehe, not bad at all." Quinn playfully made a move to lick his fingers, but Silvia quickly lunged forward and grabbed his wrist.

"D—Don’t... that’s completely impossible..." she stammered, horrified.

"Why? Hehe, wouldn’t it be only fair if I tasted you right back, especially after you graciously gave me such a wonderful blowjob?" Quinn teased, offering her the exact kind of provocative push she needed to snap out of her daze.

"Y—You’re so embarrassing..." She nervously brushed her cascading hair back over her shoulder, far too shy and flustered to mount a proper defense against his mockery.

"Why? Am I really that embarrassing to be around, Madam?" Quinn thrust his hips upward, driving his shaft deep. The specialized barrier condom she had cast felt quite unusual—smooth and snug, yet entirely different from any mundane material.

"Stop asking questions, this is already far too much..." She leaned in closer, sealing off any further escape routes and refusing to let him take the upper hand.

Sup... sup... sup...

Silvia began hungrily kissing his lips while actively riding him from above, rhythmically shifting her weight and grinding her wet, sensitive pussy against his thick length.

"Ngn... ahnn... sup... sup... ahnn, this is so terribly wrong..." Silvia whimpered, utterly unable to control her body as it moved completely on its own accord.

The sheer size of his cock, its impressive girth, and the pulsing veins wrapped around the shaft—not to mention the perfectly shaped head—were a maddeningly flawless match for what her starved body had been craving for years.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Are you honestly going to sit there and claim you hate this, Madam? You said you never enjoyed this kind of thing, yet here you are, indulging yourself to the absolute limit."

Plop... plop... plop...

Her soft, plump flesh slapped heavily against his thighs with every frantic descent, creating a loud, echoing rhythm in the quiet room.

"Ngn... don’t be a fool. I’m not doing this because I like it... I completely despise this... ahnn... ahn... ahn," she lied through her teeth, dipping down to lick and nip at his chest to keep her flushed face safely hidden away from his piercing gaze.

"Your husband is just in the other wing, Madam, sleeping soundly and completely unaware that you’re indulging your deepest desires with the very man hired to heal him... hehe, what do you suppose he’d think if he walked in right now?" Quinn drove his hips forward with deliberate cruelty, marveling at how tight and responsive her walls were.

It was a real shame about the protective barrier blocking his direct contact, but it still felt incredible.

"Ngn... ahnn, don’t say cruel things like that. I’m only doing this for his sake."

"For his sake? Are you seriously sticking to that excuse, Madam? Your pussy tightened up so violently the second I mentioned him that you can’t even lie straight," Quinn chuckled, reaching up to gather her emerald hair into a neat, high ponytail. Keeping her face hidden away from him was practically a crime.

"Ahn... ahnn... what on earth are you blabbering about? This is just because of the mana barrier... you’re simply overthinking things, nghnn..." she protested, though her most vulnerable spots were being hammered with effortless precision by his relentless thrusts.

’Ngn... what the hell... I am not a loose woman. No, I refuse to think about this any further... ahn, ahn... yes, yes... I am a dignified and respectable noblewoman,’ she chanted frantically in her mind, throwing herself into the rhythm. Silvia desperately wanted to reach her climax, squirt, and put an abrupt end to this humiliating session.

"Ngn... ahn! Ahnn, Quinn... ahn... husband... my dear... I’m right here—ahn..." In her hazy, overstimulated state, she momentarily imagined Quinn as her legal husband, desperately leaning down to press seductive kisses against his chest.

"Well, look at that—riding a cheating pussy while your mind is still wandering back to your husband. Haha, aren’t you a loyal wife, Madam?" Quinn teased gently, giving her round, soft ass a light, affectionate spank.

"Ngn... ahh... ahnn, I am not a cheating pussy. Using a protective mana barrier means it doesn’t count as true infidelity..." She argued defensively, putting far too much earnest effort into validating her flimsy technicality.

"You’re just hopelessly shy, Madam. Haha, where on earth did you even pick up such ridiculous logic?"

"Ngnn... that’s not ridiculous logic at all, you’re the one who’s completely clueless here—slurp... slurp." In retaliation, Silvia leaned down and aggressively licked across his sweat-slicked armpit.

" Slurp... slurp... stop asking so many questions... this is simply my little payback for forcing me into such an embarrassing scene..." She pinned his arms down against the mattress, pumping her hips up and down with renewed, furious vigor.

"I honestly wouldn’t mind collecting this kind of ’payback’ every single day, Madam. How about we officially become regular fuck-buddies?"

"Why on earth do you keep bringing that vulgar term up again... ahn... ahn..."

"You were the one arguing that it technically isn’t cheating as long as a barrier is involved. So why not make it a regular arrangement?" Quinn murmured, tracing his lips down her neck and lingering warmly against her damp, fragrant nape.

"Ngn... you stupid boy... that’s not what I meant at all..." She threw a weak, frustrated punch against his side—though it had all the lethality of a feather—wondering how a man could act so foolishly shameless.

"You literally just used that exact defense, Madam. So how am I the one being stupid here? Or are you perhaps just completely losing your mind from the pleasure?" Quinn couldn’t help but chuckle at her convoluted mental gymnastics; she was honestly the most delightfully stubborn, cute woman he had ever met.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ngn... stop interrogating me. Just today... and only this once. I swear I’m going to wipe my memory of this, and we will never speak of it again."

"Not even a simple goodbye blowjob, Madam? That feels terribly harsh, especially considering I’m quite literally the only person in the entire territory capable of saving your husband’s life," Quinn countered, neatly using the medical monopoly as his ultimate shield. Nothing beat a captive audience.

"Ngn... you wouldn’t dare. That’s pure, unadulterated blackmail..." she retorted, glaring down at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.

"I’m merely proposing a completely fair and balanced trade, Madam. I heal your precious husband, and you generously spread your pussy for me whenever I ask." Quinn could feel the base of his body growing slick with her warm, overflowing juices as her natural fluids spilled out past the barrier.

"Ngn... ahnn... I completely reject your absurd offer."

"How heartbreaking. I’m not a monster who would ever force a woman against her will, Madam... but surely you realize some things in life are far more important than mere political pride?"

"Don’t you dare sit there and lecture me on pride..."

"I’m not lecturing you, Madam, I’m simply stating raw reality. Isn’t saving a loved one’s life far more important than a little bit of stubbornness? So just accept the terms—for his sake."