The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 210 - Storage Room’s Secret

Yumi began to move up and down, her plump hips swaying in a wild rhythm. I could feel every centimeter of friction inside her—the smooth, soft, and incredibly tight walls of her pussy. But it was a different kind of tightness. It was as if every fold, every contour of her flesh was specifically designed to perfectly cradle and stimulate every inch of my cock.

The sensation pulled my consciousness into a vortex of pure pleasure. It felt like sinking into a churning, hot ocean where each wave brought a new peak higher than the last.

This... was almost the same as what I’d felt with Ophelia—that deep, all-consuming intimacy. Only this time, there was an added feeling: the feeling of being swept away. As if I was losing control of the situation and of myself.

And I really, really didn’t like that feeling.

Even though it felt amazing—damn it, it felt incredible—the rational part of my brain screamed that this was wrong. That I had to fight back. Trying to rise up, I lifted my hips slightly, attempting to flip our positions, to take back control.

But Yumi immediately sensed my resistance. Her hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pinning it to the bed with surprising strength. She leaned forward, her flushed, sweaty face just inches from mine.

"Trying to run away, handsome?" she hissed, her breath hot and smelling of berries against my skin. Between her words, she let out a small gasp from the sensation of deep penetration. "Don’t you dare think of it."

She moved her hips again, this time with a grinding motion that made me groan uncontrollably.

"No man can last once he’s felt me. Not a single one. Especially not a pervert like you, with an explosive libido... you were bound to fall into my hands."

A long moan escaped her lips as she rose up again, then slammed back down hard. "Oh, god... your cock... is absolutely amazing. Ah...!"

I cursed internally, trying to gather my strength. But my body resisted—every muscle felt pliant, every signal from my brain to fight was drowned out by the relentless waves of pleasure flooding my nervous system.

Yumi sighed and cried out freely, uncaring of who might hear from outside the room. "So good... such a perfect cock inside me... Ah! Yes! Right there! Exactly there!"

She rode me with mounting frenzy. Her large, plump buttocks trembled with every bounce against my thighs, creating an intensely sensual sight.

Her unbelievably large, heavy breasts swung wildly to the same rhythm, like two bouncy orbs cursing her body with an almost inhuman beauty.

Yumi, astride me with a half-lidded gaze, parted lips, her long blonde hair a disheveled mess sticking to her sweaty skin—she truly looked like a beautiful, deadly sex demon straight from hell.

The expression of ecstasy on her face was so pure, so intense, that even in my threatened state, I couldn’t help but admire her primal beauty.

And she had already climaxed several times—each time her body arched, each time a fresh gush of fluid from her pussy soaked more of my skin. But every time she finished, she didn’t slow down. She only grew wilder, went deeper, moved faster.

"Feels... really, really good... for both of us, right?" she whispered between gasps, as if reading my mind. But the smile on her lips was still full of control, with the knowledge that she still held the reins.

But that had to change.

Even though my body still felt weak and my mind was foggy, I still had my skills. And [Lustful Touch] didn’t require grand movements—just intent.

As she moved down again, sheathing herself fully on my shaft, I activated the skill. Concentrated warm energy gathered at the tip of my cock, then erupted inside the already hypersensitive walls of her pussy.

Yumi froze on top of me, her eyes flying wide open, her mouth forming a perfect ’O’. Then, her body convulsed violently.

"AAaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH—!!!!"

Her scream shattered the room, long, broken, uncontrollable. From between her thighs, the clear fluid wasn’t just flowing now, but gushing forth like a fountain, soaking my entire stomach and the bed. Her body arched like an overstrung bow, every muscle taut before finally going completely limp.

She collapsed forward, her chest and face pressing against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with powerful aftershocks.

Feeling Yumi limp and helpless on top of me, my nearly-drowned dominant instinct surged back instantly. Now it was my turn.

My hands grabbed her plump buttocks, my fingers digging tightly into the supple flesh. And with full strength, I began to move.

Yumi was no longer in control of the rhythm—I was.

My hips thrust upwards forcefully, driving my shaft deeper into her pulsating pussy. Then I pulled her down while gripping her ass, creating deep, powerful friction.

"Ah—!" Yumi gasped in surprise, but her moan instantly transformed into a long sigh of pleasure. "Yes... like that... fuck me...!"

I didn’t need to be told twice. The rhythm of my hips grew faster, more brutal. Every upward thrust was a statement of power, every downward pull a claim of ownership. The old bed beneath us creaked loudly, protesting the violence it was receiving.

"Aaah... Adam... feels so good...!"

Yumi cried out, her hands gripping my shoulders with nails that bit in. Her face, pressed against my chest, now tilted up, her grey eyes glossy with tears of pleasure, her lips parted wide releasing uncontrollable groans and sighs.

"Ahh~ ahn~ Your cock... damn it... too good...!"

I didn’t answer. My focus was entirely on the sensation and reclaiming control. I pounded into her from below with full force, bottoming out each time, making her body bounce slightly atop me.

"Oh, god... oh, god...!" Yumi kept repeating, like a broken prayer. "Ahh... right there... don’t stop...!"

The expression on her face was a picture of pure ecstasy. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, sweat glistened on her olive skin, and her blonde hair was a tangled, sticky mess. Her eyes sometimes squeezed shut when the sensation grew too strong, sometimes flew open wide, pupils dilated, looking at me with a wild gaze as lustful as my own.

And I looked directly into those eyes. In the depths of their grey, I saw a reflection of myself—my tense face, grinning widely, eyes dark with lust and the determination to dominate. It only made me more brutal.

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Once the second match ended with a glorious victory for Nine Stars Academy—or more accurately, a passive victory where they simply sat and watched while others fought—Zephyr sensed a shift in the web of awareness he had cast over the entire colosseum.

Yumi, whose energy signature was so distinct, was moving.

She rose from her spectator seat in the general area. She walked away from the arena, leaving the crowds behind, heading towards the quieter backstage area of the colosseum complex.

Zephyr sat upright in his special chair among the Guardian Council, his cloth-shrouded face still turned towards the arena where other academies still fought for the three remaining thrones. But his attention, his expansive awareness, followed Yumi’s every step.

’Should I go see her?’ he wondered.

Honestly... he missed her terribly. The feeling rose suddenly but powerfully, like a dammed-up undercurrent finally released.

Ever since their first meeting in the city park, Yumi had left a deep impression on his mind—something rare for a man like Zephyr who had seen so much, experienced so much, and who considered romantic entanglements an unnecessary distraction.

But Yumi was different.

His memory drifted to their first encounter. A sunny day in Gatehaven’s city park. Zephyr was sitting on a bench, enjoying a rare moment of peace amidst his duties as a Guardian Council member and... his other, more personal agenda.

Then a woman approached—long blonde hair, sharp yet sparkling grey eyes, a figure that was captivating even in simple clothes. She sat on the bench beside him without asking, and began to speak.

"Lovely weather today, isn’t it?" she said, her voice like a soft yet confident bell.

Zephyr showed no reaction. His abilities as a Seer did not immediately reveal much about this woman. It was only after witnessing her attack him in the future that he understood—her energy aura was immensely strong. She was an S-Rank Awakener, a level typically seen only among top-tier Guild Masters or the heads of elite academies. But his subsequent investigations...

She wasn’t listed in the Hunter’s Guild Association database. There was no record of a female S-Rank Awakener matching her description. It was odd, but not impossible. The world was vast. Many cities and regions weren’t fully integrated or documented by the HGA authority. An S-Rank Awakener choosing to live off the grid? That was plausible.

Or... there was a darker possibility. Perhaps she was from the Abyss Syndicate, or some other underground criminal organization. That would explain why she approached him with such confidence—perhaps she knew who Zephyr truly was, as he was, after all, quite famous.

After that meeting, Zephyr intended to investigate her in his spare time and befriend her. He began asking her out. Every time they met, Yumi would greet him first with the same smile, chatting with him about trivial things—the weather, food, books.

And what disturbed Zephyr the most was his own body’s reaction. When he was with her, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time. His heart beat faster. His hands, usually cool and steady, grew slightly clammy. Even his mind, normally clear and focused, became a little clouded.

He thought he was no longer interested in women or romantic relationships of that sort. His life was filled with immense responsibility, conspiracies, and plans requiring absolute focus. But Yumi... Yumi made him doubt all that.

And now, amidst the bustle of a tournament that was really a front for his grand plan, Yumi was here.

And she might leave again. If not now, when else would he have the chance?

No, Zephyr thought, his decision firm. I must see her.

Zephyr then stood from his seat. The other Council members, including Delilah Socheron who looked particularly radiant, glanced at him with mild curiosity.

"Some business, Archer?" one asked.

"Just some air," Zephyr replied curtly, his voice calm and emotionless. "I’ll return shortly."

His silent steps carried him out of the VIP booth, down a special staircase, and into the labyrinth of backstage corridors. He didn’t need to ask for directions—Yumi’s life energy was like a bright beacon in his expansive awareness. He followed it easily.

The corridors behind the main stage were quiet, a stark contrast to the crowds in the arena stands. Only the occasional crew or staff member hurried past. Zephyr moved like a shadow, attracting no attention.

Finally, he arrived at a darker, more remote corridor. At its end was a solid-looking metal door—likely a storage room for equipment. And behind that door... were two life energies.

One was Yumi’s, her signature energy, powerful, and now... pulsing with a strange intensity, like rapidly rising and falling waves.

And the other... Zephyr recognized it. Adam Socheron. Delilah’s stepson, the Nine Stars representative who had caught his attention from the start due to his sudden awakening. Plus, Adam was his teacher’s son, so he had been observing him more closely.

But now... Adam was here. With Yumi. Inside a locked room.

What were they doing in there? And what was their relationship?

Zephyr stood before the door, his cloth-shrouded face directed at the sturdy metal. His gloved black hand rose, almost touching the handle, but stopped.

’The two of them... why?’ he thought, as curiosity and something else began to stir in his chest. Yumi had never mentioned knowing Adam. But then again, she never mentioned much about herself.

He wanted to know. Wanted to open that door, see what was happening, make sure.

But he stopped himself. That would be terribly rude. He decided to wait instead.

Zephyr took a few steps back, leaning against the cold wall opposite the door. His position was hidden in shadow, but his awareness remained fixed on the two life forces behind the metal door.

They seemed to be very close together in that room, and that made Zephyr deeply uncomfortable.

’I’ll give it ten minutes,’ he thought, even though in his heart, that felt like an eternity. :If after ten minutes Yumi doesn’t come out... then I will open this door, by whatever means necessary.’