Chapter 344 - 350

"Too bad, the sun is already coming up..." Quinn said casually, reaching for a glass of water to replenish his hydration. It had been an exhausting, monumentally long night, and Sylph had thoroughly enjoyed every single inch and speck of his dick throughout the marathon.

"Hoho, I must admit, it was an exceptionally fine time sharing such a young, enthusiastic woman. What an absolute treasure of a pussy and asshole," the old man—who was actually just one of Quinn’s versatile clones—chackled as he stood up, stretching his limbs.

He had gone all out, pumping his seed deep into her womb repeatedly until her insides were completely flooded. Her tight rear passage certainly hadn’t been spared either as the monumental gangbang unfolded across every conceivable surface and position, transforming her from a respectable lady into a howling, insatiable beast who craved nothing more than to have her holes relentlessly drilled.

"Well, I certainly had a fantastic night myself, though it’s a real shame morning is already creeping in. Right, brother? Hehe, just remember we’ve got to drag ourselves back to work soon," Dren chimed in, casually adjusting his trousers.

Of course, Dren was just another clever manifestation, but the added psychological layer only made the twisted scenario spicier. Brian, remarkably, had completely stopped feeling angry or betrayed.

In fact, a dark, twisted thrill had taken over—he actually liked it. Watching his own wife get brutally gangbanged right before his very eyes, recording every single depraved second of it on his orb while fapping to his absolute limit... there was no denying it anymore. This was his deepest, most repressed secret desire brought to life.

"Ehehe... ahnn... ah..." Sylph mumbled incoherently, her exhausted body drenched completely in a mix of sweat and thick cum from head to toe. She lay sprawled helplessly across the floorboards in a loose frog-like spread, her legs splayed wide and her hands weakly raising a clumsy peace sign in a drug-like daze.

"That was a hell of a good session, lads. Are you planning to come back tomorrow to break in this newly loosened pussy?" Quinn asked playfully, bending his knees to poke experimentally at her dripping, thoroughly abused cunt, which was still leaking thick fluids in a messy puddle.

"Nah... I’d love to stick around, but my lower back is killing me," the old man clone chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. He had gotten his fill, and it had been a magnificent run.

"Oh? So you’re saying you’re going to pass on round two?" Quinn teased, well aware that the persona he had adopted for the old man was all an act. A real old man with a withered twig could never hope to satisfy a ravenous MILF like this. Not in a million years... but borrowing that identity to maximize the psychological humiliation and stimulation for Brian had worked to absolute perfection.

"Hoho, of course I’ll be back. Who said I was done? What a silly young boy—I’ll just ask the healer for a quick vitality tonic so I can put this public pussy to good use again," the clone shrugged indifferently.

Who said advanced age had to weaken a man’s primal drive?

"Haha, that completely contradicts what you just claimed a second time. Hehe, well, why don’t you invite some more company next time? I’m sure it’d be a fantastic idea to round up a few more neighborhood men to come break her in." Quinn cast a side-long glance over at Brian, noticing instantly that the husband’s thick cock was already straining hard inside his pants again.

’Heh, what a utterly perverted man. What a truly despicable creature to take such fierce pleasure in watching his own wife get treated like a village station. So much for the dignity of a household head,’ Quinn smirked inwardly, finding the sheer depravity of the situation endlessly amusing.

"I’ll see what I can arrange, don’t you worry. Hehe, the boys around here have been awfully hungry for something fresh and easy. Even if she’s stretched out a bit now, she’s still got plenty of suction to clamp down on a shaft," the old man announced, casually opening the front door and stepping out into the morning light. His part in the performance was officially concluded.

"What about you, Dren? Any grand designs to keep utilizing our favorite public toilet?" Quinn shifted his attention toward the other disguised clone.

"Well, I’d love to stick around, but my current mother and wife are probably wondering where I disappeared from. I’ve been out here the entire night, so I’d better call it quits for today."

"That’s a real bust. But hey, don’t worry—after work is done, you know who to look for. Brian here knows how to keep things running," Quinn said, clapping a heavy hand onto the blank-faced husband’s shoulder.

"Right, brother?"

"Y-Yes..." Brian nodded obediently like a beaten, pathetic loser. He didn’t possess an ounce of free will left in this dynamic anyway.

"Good. Tell me, did you manage to capture all the footage on your recording orb?"

"Y-Yes, I got every single minute," Brian stammered, meekly handing the glowing crystal sphere over to Quinn. He remained entirely loyal to his new master.

"Another flawless job. Now run along, and don’t forget to clean up all this massive mess before someone drops by. It’d be quite a scandal if the entire house smelled like a breeding farm," Quinn instructed, tossing the orb back to him. It was the man’s own cherished fapping material anyway, so there was no reason to withhold it.

"Ngn... ahn... are you leaving already, Quinn...?" Sylph whimpered weakly from the floor, having caught wind of the departure. She was still riding a powerful wave of lingering euphoria.

"Yes, but make sure you scrub yourself down properly. We’ll definitely be returning to use your pussy again soon. Just try to act like an accommodating public restroom whenever the next guest knocks on the door, alright?"

"Ehehe... yeshh..." She gave a slow, dazed nod. She understood the strange, addictive nature of his power—and more importantly, the unforgettable taste of his seed. The three distinct avatars had all shared the exact same potent flavor: rich, slightly sweet, and tinged with a delicious saltiness she couldn’t live without.

"Rest up now. Brian will take care of all the heavy lifting, so you don’t need to worry about a thing," Quinn muttered, quickly adjusting his clothes. It was time to move on to the next phase—dealing with the rest of the household! There was no time to waste, especially since seducing and conquering that particular MILF had been the primary objective all along.

’Heh, let’s see if we can make another interesting move today. That little massage stunt really proved to be an effective knocker,’ Quinn thought with a triumphant grin as he stepped out the door into the fresh morning air, ready to grind through another day of absolute domination.