Reincarnated With The Degenerate System-Chapter 211: CH:

Back in the car, she was surprised to see another person in the back seat.

"Brother Ace, can you have him move to the front?"

"Don’t worry about him. He has a useful ability. He can tell if I’m in immediate danger."

She nodded, but I could tell she wanted some private time with me.

In the car, she grew touchier, refusing to let go of my arm. Her pink hair brushed against my coat, soft and warm.

I must admit, the unusual color of her eyes and hair drew me in.

It wasn’t hard to catch my interest as long as there was a hole, but still, her looks stood out.

She wasn’t inferior to the rest of my girls at all—except for Hai-Min, who was in a league of her own.

Damn it. Just thinking about her birthday coming up made me dwell on her again. Way too much.

I felt like I was turning into every kind of degenerate this world had to offer. The thought left me unsure whether to laugh or feel ashamed.

Part of me just wanted someone to pat my back and say, ’It’s fine. You’re just being honest with yourself.’

"Brother Ace," she whispered so close to my ear, she might as well have licked it.

When I glanced to the side, I caught Lee staring at me like I was some old uncle who had just landed a high-class escort using a ridiculous amount of money.

He would probably vomit blood if he realized this girl’s net worth was far higher than mine, by several folds.

’Mind your own business,’ I said, only making lips move.

If his ability didn’t require him to keep an eye on me to work, I would’ve kicked him out of the car already.

"Lea, tone it down a bit." I reminded.

"I don’t want to." She pouted stubbornly.

Right now, she wasn’t just a fruit hanging within reach—she was practically throwing herself into the blender and adding full milk on her body for me to enjoy.

"Hurry up." I ordered the driver.

It didn’t take long to find another hotel, but honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to eat in a restaurant anymore.

I smirked and said jokingly, "I’m getting a VIP room."

She didn’t even hesitate and nodded.

Before we knew it, we were in a private hotel room, the soft lights casting a warm glow around us.

My hand was on the champagne bottle, ready to pop the cork. I was looking out at all the city lights, thinking about the drink.

But when I turned around, the thought of champagne was gone.

She was standing in the middle of the room. The soft light made her soft skin glow.

"Brother Ace..."

She gave me a small, playful smile. Her hands went to the zipper on the back of her dress. I heard the slow, metallic sound of it going down.

The dress didn’t just drop. It slid down her body like water, hugging every curve on its way down, until it was a pile of silk at her feet.

What she had on underneath was made to drive any man crazy.

A bra of dark red lace, so thin you could see the color of her nipples through it.

Tiny panties of the same lace, barely covering anything, showing the shape of what was hidden.

But it was the straps around her waist and the sheer skin-colored stockings on her legs that finished me off. It was a gift, all wrapped up and waiting.

Her scent hit me then.

It wasn’t just perfume. It was a warm, musky scent that filled my head, the aroma of a woman who wants you. It was the fragrance of a woman who wanted sex. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

I squeezed the cold champagne bottle, suddenly forgetting all about it.

She took a step toward me, her hips moving from side to side.

The only sound was her heels clicking on the floor. Each click made my heart beat faster, and my manhood harder.

She stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat coming off her skin. Her body was so fine it was all I could think about.

"I...," She reached up, her fingers almost touching the buttons on my coat.

Her pink eyes, those unbelievable beautiful set of jewels, were staring right into me. "The champagne can wait. I would rather drink yours instead."

Before I could even process the filthy promise, she dropped down to the floor.

Her knees settled softly on the plush carpet, her gazed never leaving mine.

The sight was breathtaking, and I swear it took every ounce of self-control to let her have her way first.

"I’ve admired you for a long time, Brother Ace," she whispered. "But you never looked at me the way you look at the other girls. So... I had to do this."

Her cool fingers found the metal tab of my zipper.

The fabric parted, and the pressure was finally released. She didn’t hesitate. Her small hand slipped inside my pants; her fingers cool against the raging heat of my skin.

"Lea, are you sure about this?" I said quietly. "I’ve always treated you like a real cousin, so—"

"No." She shook her head at once. "I don’t want that. I don’t want to be treated like that. I want you to look at me as a woman."

She didn’t give me a chance to recover, to speak to even think. She just wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started playing with it, until she opened her warm mouth.

She didn’t just suck it. She worshipped it.

The sight of her pink tongue against my erect c*ck was so vivid, so intensely erotic, it was addicting.

Then she did something new. She puckered her lips and gave a soft, open-mouthed kiss to a special spot on the underside, right where the skin was extra sensitive.

It wasn’t a quick peck. It was a hard, sucking kiss, like she was trying to pull my soul right out of my body through that one tiny spot.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too much. My hand shot out, my fingers tangling in the soft, pink silk of her hair.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice

"Do you like that... Do you like how your childhood friend please your c*ck?"

She took me deep again, her tongue swirling in a maddening pattern.

She came up for air once more, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," she panted, her hand stroking me slowly, deliberately. "I want you to use me. Forget being childhood friend. Just use my mouth. Use my body. Make me your toy."

Her words were gasoline on a fire already raging out of control.

"Make you my toy?" A grin spread across my lips.

The look in her face told me everything. She a real masochist who gets off by being treated violently.

Now that she had given her consent, I needed to step up like a real man and put real effort into pleasing her.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice thick with lust. Her head snapped up to mine, wide and adoring, even as her lips were stretched around my girth.

"That’s it. Take it all." I pushed deeper, feeling the back of her throat.

"Such a tiny mouth for such a big job," I chuckled as I watched her cheek stretch.

"Look at you. So, cute trying to swallow something that was never meant to fit your mouth. It’s a miracle, isn’t it?" How that delicate little mouth can take so much."

I thrust deeper, forcing a choked gasp from her. "But it felt good for me, it’s like your mouth was created to be my cumdump."

My pace became punishing, a brutal rhythm designed to wreck, to claim.

I wasn’t just thrusting anymore; I was ramming, forcing my c*ck so deep down her throat that her delicate gag reflex convulsed around me.

"It’s not even a mouth anymore, is it? It’s just a hole. A perfect, warm, wet hole molded to the exact shape of my c*ck."

Her tears weren’t just watering now; they were overflowing,

Yet there was no fear in them, no plea for mercy. Only a glazed, pleasure.

"Look at you," I grunted, my voice ragged with exertion. "You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you? The more it hurts, the more you like it"

I drove into her particularly hard, holding myself there as her body bucked and fought for air.

"Your throat is fighting to push me out, but your expression is begging me to stay. You’re so broken, so beautifully fucked up."

Seeing her blissfully enjoying it was the final nail.

The first hot pulse of my release flooded her mouth, but I wasn’t done.

I held her head in a vise-like grip, as I pumped more and more of my thick cum into her.

Her cheeks puffed out, and my white stuff began to overflow, seeping through her lips and dribbling down her chin,

Soon, her body started to convulse, desperate gagging sounds vibrating around my still-spurting c*ck as she fought for air that I refused to give her.

Only when I saw her eyelids begin to flutter, did I finally release her.

She collapsed onto the plush carpet like a discarded doll.

Looking at her, I felt guilty that I overdid it. But then she started laughing, spitting out the remaining cum from her mouth.

"Amazing, that was amazing." She squirmed, staring at me as if she had just found her soulmate.

A bad feeling began to form in my chest. Did I just stick my c*ck to a crazy?