Chapter 160: Bad Kitty!
At first, there was only a sharp, burning agony tearing through her lower half...
Then, like a switch being flipped in her brain, it instantly melted into absolute, mind-melting, brain-frying pleasure!
Sera had zero idea what the hell was happening to her mortal soul.
All she knew was that she loved this.
She desperately, shamelessly loved every single devastating inch of it.
The sounds of the dark dungeon around her faded away until everything became totally muffled.
Reduced to the heavy, frantic sound of her own ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic slap-slap-squish echoing against her torn, throbbing walls.
Then, right at the peak of her swirling, sensory overload...
She felt the thick, burning rod of pure pleasure slowly sliding out from deep inside her.
No... wait... come back—!
The second it left her, the blinding, euphoric pleasure vanished into thin air, leaving behind an empty, aching void.
SMACK! SMACK!
Suddenly, a sharp, stinging pain exploded across her face—left cheek, right cheek!
With that brutal wakeup call, her eyelids snapped open.
"WOKE UP, DAMMIT!"
SLAP! SLAP!
"W-W-What?! What happened?!"
Sera stammered, her vision swimming in a dizzy, hazy panic as she blinked against the damp dungeon air.
"Wh-W-W-WHAT happened?! You stupid, dramatic bitch, you literally passed out from my cock two minutes into the session!"
It was Kaizen screaming at the top of his lungs.
His face twisted in a rare mix of sheer panic and unadulterated disbelief as he aggressively slapped both sides of her flushed face to revive her.
As it turned out, right in the middle of their intensely dramatic, record-breakingly reckless fuck session, barely a hundred and twenty seconds after her hymen had been violently unzipped, her fried gym-girl brain had completely overloaded.
Her eyes had rolled back, her limbs had gone utterly limp, and she had face-planted straight down onto the cold dungeon dirt like a sack of wet bricks.
Kaizen had nearly suffered a heart attack, genuinely terrified he had accidentally murdered the protagonist’s girlfriend with pure Rank-F raw power.
So, naturally, his immediate medical response was to go full panic-mode and slap her conscious again!
"I-I fainted?" Sera stammered, her voice trembling in a pitch of pure, unadulterated disbelief.
She couldn’t believe it. She actually fainted.
And not from exhaustion, not from a brutal leg day at the gym... but from a cock?!
A wave of crushing, terminal humiliation washed over her. Her face burned hotter than the sun as she slowly looked up from the dirt floor, only to find Kaizen standing right over her with an insufferable, mock-heroic smirk plastered across his face.
"Well, you really should have told me your constitution was that fragile," Kaizen chuckled, his tone dripping with playful condescension. "Guess you just couldn’t handle the heat, honey."
Sera’s heart practically bled in her chest.
’D-Did I just lose to him?! Did my body literally betray me and quit after two minutes?!’
She couldn’t accept it. Absolutely not! Her gym-girl ego shrieked in emergency protocol, demanding immediate damage control.
With a lightning-fast heave, she scrambled up from the floor, smoothing down her torn leggings with shaking hands. She threw her shoulders back, plastered on her absolute finest, most unbothered aristocratic expression, and scoffed loudly.
"That was not me fainting, honey," Sera lied smoothly, crossing her arms under her heaving chest and turning her nose up into the air. "I simply fell asleep because your technique was utterly boring and subpar."
She averted her eyes, staring resolutely at the cave wall.
’Please buy it! Please buy it, please buy it, please buy it!’ she chanted frantically in her head, sweating bullets.
Then, a sudden, terrifying realization struck her fried brain.
’Wait... if this guy actually buys my excuse—’
Normally, anyone else would just be deeply ashamed and drop the subject. But this guy? This unhinged, ego-driven degenerate?
If she insulted his technique, his pride would take critical damage. He wouldn’t let it go—he’d want to test it, challenge it, and prove her wrong!
And right on schedule, exactly as her chaotic mind predicted...
Kaizen threw his head back and burst into a booming, terrifyingly confident laugh that echoed down the dark hallway.
"Is that so?" Kaizen grinned, stepping forward with dangerous, predatory amusement dancing in his eyes. "So my technique is bad? So whatever I do to you next... you won’t even cum, right?"
?!
Sera’s soul instantly leapt straight out of her throat!
"Th-That’s not what I mean at all!!!"
Sera stammered wildly, her eyes widening in sheer panic as she scrambled backward.
Thud.
Her back slammed flat against the cold stone wall, cutting off her escape route completely.
"Then what? Are you chickening out once again?"
Kaizen purred, taking a slow, predatory step forward and trapping her between his arms.
"Wh-Who’s chickening out?!"
Sera squawked defensively, her pride flaring up despite the cold sweat breaking out on her neck.
"I’m definitely not!"
He finally closed the distance, his broad chest pressing flush against her.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached out, hooked a warm finger under her chin, and tilted her face up to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with absolute, unhinged lust.
"Fine," Kaizen whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly rumble. "I’ll prove to you right here and now that your body belongs entirely to my cock."
Sprang~
Right on cue, like a loyal soldier answering a bugle call, his heavy, thick length surged back to life inside his trousers, springing up with violent, steel-like strength as it tented the fabric right against her stomach.
Drip.
A thick, heavy bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip, soaking right through his clothes and leaving a warm mark against her lower belly.
Sera squeezed her thighs together, her breath hitching sharply in her throat.
No matter how hard her pride tried to deny it, and no matter how much her brain screamed at her to run...
The sheer, unapologetic manly talk and the electric thrill of the challenge were making her pussy instantly soak all over again!
Sera stared up into his dark, burning eyes, her chest heaving as a heavy, nervous gulp hitched in her throat.
She looked down at the heavy, throbbing monster, then back up to his mocking smirk.
"F-Fine! Do your worst, you arrogant trash!"
Sera spat out, throwing on her absolute best, most defiant glare.
It was dripping with fierce, unyielding attitude!
But underneath the bravado, it was the ultimate, unmistakable green light.
A fully loaded, legally binding permission slip written in pure, raging ego.
Kaizen laughed out loud, a rich, villainous sound that vibrated right through her chest.
Without giving her a single second to mentally prepare, his hands shot out and grabbed her right thigh.
Lifting it high into the air and casually hitching it up over his shoulder like a yoga instructor adjusting a stubborn student.
Squish.
With his other hand, he aligned the thick, throbbing head of his weapon right against her freshly torn, soaking-wet cleft.
A heavy drop of pre-cum smeared slickly over her swollen lips, glistening in the dim dungeon light.
Sera’s eyes locked onto the sheer, monstrous girth of the thing resting against her entrance.
She bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper, her brain momentarily crashing as visual reality set in.
’H-How...?’
Her soul whimpered in sudden, paralyzed awe, staring at the impossible thickness.
’Just how... the hell was I ever able to take that thing fully inside me?!’
"When a true man orders, any woman will naturally obey. Just like your pussy here is opening up fully for my cock."
It was, without a single doubt in human history, the absolute cringiest, most brain-rotting piece of dialogue Kaizen had ever spoken in his entire life.
But he delivered it with a completely straight, stoic, unapologetic alpha-male face.
’Please let this pay off, please let this pay off...’ he prayed internally, bracing for her to slap him.
But surely enough, seeing Sera’s immediate, violent bodily reaction... his heart soared with profound academic joy.
It actually worked!
The absolute cringe-tier tropes from those trashy smut books and cheap romance shows that women secretly consumed actually worked on her!
Emboldened by this monumental scientific discovery, Kaizen smirked, deciding to drop one more apocalyptic cringe-bomb right onto her fried gym-girl brain.
"Brace yourself, kitten," Kaizen whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerously deep, gravelly purr. "For I am about to pound your bad pussy to absolute oblivion."
Drip.
A literal, physical drop of thick, warm juice fell straight from her swollen, shivering cleft and hit the cold dungeon dirt with an audible splat.
Kaizen’s eyes widened slightly in sheer, unadulterated disbelief.
’Damn! That’s just nuts!’
He screamed in his mind.
’She’s actually leaking like a broken faucet just from me calling her kitten?! What kind of degenerate romance novels has Leo-kun been letting her read?!’
Gulp.
Sera swallowed hard, her throat bobbing visibly.
Every single ounce of her previous fierce, defiant attitude had completely melted away.
Her eyes, half-lidded and incredibly hazy, were now fixed on him with a fiercely lustful, begging stare.
Her chest heaved against her tight top, her lips parting as her competitive body entirely submitted to the absolute trash-tier webnovel logic.
Taking that wet, pleading look as his final, ultimate green light... Kaizen simply smirked, grabbed her hips like a vise, and violently drove himself forward.