Chapter 57: Ch57: Hello sir •_•

Fiona’s head rested on the pillow, hands limp against the sheets, her legs held open under Nyle’s control and spread wide in a full missionary pose.

Before he pushed in, he pulled the pillow out from under Roland’s head and slid it beneath her waist, tilting her hips back and lifting her pussy toward him.

He was confident Roland would not wake. Confident enough to fuck the man’s wife right beside him — knowing the teacher could do nothing but snore through it.

*Squelch~*

A soft, compressed sound of air escaped on the first thrust as her soaked walls parted around him.

A low, broken groan rolled out of her throat.

"Mm... Nyle..."

The sound only fed him.

’Heh... she must be dreaming about me,’ he thought as his cock, thick as a fat cucumber, sank deeper into her heat, stretching her open inch by inch.

*PLAP*

"Hooh... it’s so warm inside you, Fiona," Nyle said, voice low as he leaned closer to her face. "The way you’re squeezing my cock shows me how badly you want me. Tomorrow you’ll see the real picture of what happened when I took control of you."

*PLAP~ PLAP~ PLAP~ PLAP~*

"Mmn hn... hn... mh..."

Soft, high-pitched, broken moans spilled from her with every pound — wet, continuous, as if her sleeping body already knew him and refused to let go.

Nyle latched onto her right breast and sucked hard, mouth sealing around the stiffened nipple while his other hand squeezed and rolled the left.

"Come on... I know there’s a lot of milk inside this," he muttered, desperate to draw out the warm, milky sweetness of her heavy breasts as his hips kept slamming forward, relentless, with no thought of slowing and no reason to stop — no matter how long it took.

*Suck~ Suck~ Slurp~ Suck!*

*PLAP! plap! PLAP! plap!*

The fluid her body released soaked his groin, every thrust adding another filthy wet slap that echoed through the room.

...

Half an hour passed for him like three short minutes.

Then, at last, a single bead of milk welled at her nipple and broke.

"Mmm...?!" Nyle murmured as the first drop hit his tongue, warm and sweet.

A sudden burst followed, shooting straight down his throat. It was sweet like crushed sugarcane, creamy and rich, flooding his mouth until he had to swallow hard.

Once it started, it would not stop — warm milk pouring in thick pulses for a couple of minutes, filling him again and again while his hips never broke rhythm.

Fiona’s breathing grew heavy, her muscles tensing around him, body locked down on his cock in slow, greedy waves.

Each clench dragged him deeper, as if her pussy had decided on its own that it would not let him leave empty.

*PLAP~ PLAP~ PLAP~ PLAP~*

The bed frame gave a low creak.

Roland snored through it, mouth open, dead to the world.

Nyle lifted his head just enough to glance at him, a thin, ugly smile cutting across his face.

"Did you hear it, sir?" he muttered. "Your wife’s dripping all over me. Heh..."

He then hooked her thighs higher and folded her tighter. The new angle made her walls drag along every vein.

"Mm... Nyl—" she breathed again, the name breaking off as her body seized.

*SQUIRT!!꧂ SQUIRT!!!꧂ SQUIRT!!꧂ SQUIRT!!!꧂*

A violent spray burst from her, sudden and unexpected. Although he stayed dry, but the mattress under her hips soaked through in seconds.

A satisfied look settled on her face, tongue slack, saliva shining at the corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile Nyle drove his hips into those tight, fluttering walls, speeding up as if he already meant to force another load into her pussy.

...

"Fuck... she tightened her walls again," Nyle muttered, breath ragged as he neared his release.

Suddenly various blue translucent screens materialised in front of him and filled his vision.

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Task 2: Completed.

Reward: +3 Upgrade points, +4 Trade coins has been deposited.

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Task 3: Completed.

Reward: +5500Exp, +60 Trade coins has been deposited.

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Congratulations, you’ve reached Level 6

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Congratulations, you’ve reached Level 7

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Congratulations, you’ve reached Level 8

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Nyle’s eyes locked on the floating holographic screens, but they did not stop there. One faded and another popped in its place.

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Skill chest has been deposited.

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+10 Upgrade points has been deposited.

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Then it stopped.

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MARVIS Installed Successfully.

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’Hello, sir,’ •_•

A robotic AI voice echoed inside his head.

Nyle’s gaze darted around, confusion flickering across his face.

"Who?" Nyle asked.

’Hello, sir. I’m MARVIS, your personal voice assistant. I’m here to assist you, help you, and recommend you with various tasks and notify you of important information. You can ask me anything or let me know if you need assistance.’ •_•

"Assistance? Marvis, what kind of assistance are you talking about?" Nyle asked, glancing around the quiet room.

To anyone watching, seeing him talk to himself like this would make him look as though he were possessed by a ghost or something.

’Your next daily task will begin within half an hour. I recommend investing your Upgrade Points in Charm and Luck as soon as possible, as both attributes will be highly beneficial to you in the long run.’ •_•

"Invest in Charm and Luck? It’s my choice whether I upgrade them or not," Nyle retorted, a hint of annoyance in his tone, while he resumed thrusting into Fiona.

’Acknowledged. The choice is yours, sir.’ •_•

"Can you stay silent for a moment," Nyle gritted out through his teeth as he slammed into her in hard piston thrusts and dumped his load deep, straight against her womb.

*SpLurt!!!꧂ SpurT!!꧂ SpuRt!!!꧂ SpLurt!꧂*

A soft, low moan slipped from her throat.

Pulse after pulse tore through his cock, thick ropes flooding her womb in seconds. He packed her so full, so good, that the excess had nowhere left to go.

It had to come back out — forced around his shaft and spilling from her stretched hole in messy streaks.

Fiona’s pussy clenched and fluttered, but it could not hold the flood.

’No, sir.’ •_•