The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 212 - Disappointment

The creak of the opening door echoed in the narrow room, leaving behind a tense, oppressive silence. The air seemed to freeze, cut only by the sound of our still-heavy breathing.

Reflected in my wide-open eyes was the silhouette of a tall figure in the doorway—an elegant black robe, white cloth covering his face, and an undeniable aura of authority. Zephyr. The Saint Archer. Leader of the Guardian Council.

I froze. My wild, lust-fogged thoughts were now forced to work at full speed.

’This situation... it’s like Yumi and I got caught cheating by her boyfriend,’ I thought, glancing at Yumi beneath me.

The lewd, wild, and thrilling expression that had adorned her face was now completely gone. Her face, still flushed with desire, turned pale. Her grey eyes, which had been glazed with pleasure, were now wide with shock and anxiety. A deep anxiety, different from ordinary shame.

And only now did I realize it. Throughout our entire act, no matter how hard I dominated, no matter how roughly I treated her, not a single system notification had appeared.

Normally, if I successfully dominated or sexually controlled someone, a notification would pop up. But with Yumi? Nothing. As if, behind all her surrender and screams, she was the one who actually remained in control.

She used something to make me lose control of my own mind, to make me focus only on pleasure and anger, preventing me from thinking clearly about anything other than fucking her.

And with Zephyr’s appearance, that influence was cut. This slut stopped her ability, whether intentionally or not, but the moment he appeared, my mind instantly cleared.

So, why was Zephyr here? What was his connection to Yumi? From the cold stare I could feel from behind that cloth, and from Yumi’s reaction, they clearly weren’t just acquaintances. This was more personal.

The three of us remained frozen in an awkward, motionless pose. I was still pinning Yumi down, we were both naked, and Zephyr stood in the doorway like a judge contemplating a death sentence.

A quick plan flashed through my head. [Five-Minute Rewind]. I could rewind time, go back five minutes to when I was still fucking Yumi from behind. Then, before Zephyr appeared, I could activate [The Pocket Companion’s Locket] and hide her. Problem solved. This situation wouldn’t happen.

But would that still go unnoticed? According to information I got from Delilah, Zephyr has eyes that can see a person’s life energy, so he would have known from the start there were two people in this room.

And before I could decide, Zephyr suddenly let out a long sigh. But it wasn’t a sigh of anger, it was... a sigh of disappointment.

Then, without another word, without waiting for any explanation or reaction from us, he turned. His black robe swirled, and with steps that were calm yet burdened, he walked away. Leaving the broken door wide open, and the two of us in our shameful state.

Seeing Zephyr leave, Yumi immediately reacted. She pushed me off her body.

"You damn—!" I grunted, tumbling sideways.

She didn’t care. With panicked movements, she grabbed her clothes scattered on the floor. She snatched up the red tank top, grabbed the leather shorts, and immediately put them on. The process was messy; the tight fabric was difficult to pull on over her skin still damp with sweat and our fluids. But in a matter of seconds, she was almost done.

She didn’t even glance at me once. The expression on her face, which had been shattered by anxiety, was now filled with pure panic. Before I could say anything, she had already bolted out of the room, leaving me alone on the messy, smelly bed.

"Zephyr! Zephyr, wait!"

Her desperate, screaming cry echoed from the hallway, growing fainter.

I sat on the bed, my body still hot, the unfulfilled arousal still pulsing painfully. But all of that was drowned out by curiosity.

It seems I don’t need to use [Five-Minute Rewind]. The dramatic farewell scene between them looks far more interesting to observe... from a distance. Quickly, I put on my pants and tidied myself up haphazardly, then stepped out of the room, peering down the hallway where the two figures had vanished.

New questions arose. What was Yumi’s relationship with Zephyr? Why did Zephyr seem so... disappointed? Why was Yumi in such a panic? Were they lovers or something?

That was very surprising, considering the Saint Archer’s reputation.

Meanwhile, in the quiet hallway...

Yumi managed to catch up with Zephyr, who was walking with long, unhurried strides.

"Zephyr! Stop! Please, listen to my explanation!" Yumi yelled, her voice hoarse and urgent.

The tall man stopped. Slowly, he turned. His face, covered by the white cloth, was pointed at Yumi, giving her the impression he was ’staring’ directly into her soul.

"No explanation is necessary, Yumi," Zephyr’s voice came out, flat but containing a thin layer of ice. "Our relationship is over."

Yumi gasped as if slapped. "O-Over? You don’t understand! I... I was forced! You saw for yourself, didn’t you? He was on top of me, he—!"

"Don’t lie," Zephyr cut her off, his voice still calm but cutting like a knife. "I know your strength. You thought you could deceive me. If you truly didn’t want it, if you were truly forced, the Star Witch’s son wouldn’t have been able to touch you like that. You have more than enough power to incapacitate him, or even escape before he could undo his pants."

Yumi opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her spontaneous lie was easily destroyed by Zephyr’s cold logic. And Yumi was also shocked; so the man knew she wasn’t an ordinary woman. But for her right now, that wasn’t important.

"I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore," Zephyr continued, and for the first time, there was a slight tremor of emotion in his voice—a note of pain. He turned again, about to leave.

Seeing the man’s back turned to her again, a frantic panic seized Yumi. This wasn’t just about losing a man she’d been seducing; it was a strange feeling she didn’t understand. Then the frustration she’d been suppressing, the confusion, and other emotions she’d tried to hold back suddenly overflowed.

"Aren’t you curious?" Yumi shouted, her voice louder than she’d planned. "Why did I do that? Why won’t you even ask for my reasons? Why did you just decide like that?"

Zephyr stopped again. Only for a moment. Then he continued walking.

Yumi felt slapped again. And in that panic, without control, the words spilled out.

"It’s because I was frustrated!" she roared, her voice breaking with a mix of anger and hurt. "A chaste man like you never wanted to do it with me! No matter how often I teased you, no matter how lewdly I approached you, you always refused! You always kept your distance! You’re pathetic!"

Once those words were thrown out, the world seemed to fall silent. Yumi herself gasped, her eyes wide. Her dirty hands quickly covered her mouth, as if wanting to take back every word she’d just uttered.

’Stupid! So stupid! Why did I say that?’ she cursed inwardly. ’This will only make everything worse!’

Zephyr stood frozen for a moment. Then, very slowly, he glanced back over his shoulder. The white cloth over his face remained unmoved, but Yumi could feel a different gaze now. Not angry, but... a profound sadness.

"Yes," Zephyr said, his voice soft yet piercing. "I am a traditional man, Yumi. Even old-fashioned, perhaps. But the reason I held back wasn’t because I didn’t want you, Yumi. I am human. I have desires."

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. "But I also saw you as someone valuable, even though I cannot see, heh. To me, intimacy like that is something sacred, something worthy of being shared within a holy bond and clear commitment. I wanted to protect you, to respect you, in that way. But it seems you don’t think the same."

His words were simple, sincere, and full of deep meaning. But to Yumi, in her heightened emotional state, they sounded like a joke. In her mind, she wanted to mock him. Traditional? Saving yourself for marriage? In a world like this? At our age?

But those words stuck in her throat. Because behind the desire to mock, there was something else—something deeper, warmer, that made her chest feel tight.

Zephyr didn’t wait for her response. After saying that, he turned again, and this time, he truly left. His steps remained calm, steady, disappearing into the dark end of the hallway.

Yumi stood there, alone, in the quiet hallway lit only by dim lamps.

Tears finally flowed freely down her cheeks, but she didn’t wipe them or even seem to notice. She just stared in the direction Zephyr had vanished. And in her shattered heart, a question arose: When was the last time a man was truly sincere with me?

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Due to the wild session with Yumi a few hours ago, my body still felt like a fire that hadn’t been extinguished. The arousal triggered by that slut still smoldered in every vein, making my cock stay hard and throb with a tantalizing discomfort.

So, once I got home, without much preamble, I immediately went looking for an outlet.

And I found them in the living room: Angeline, my sweet step-sister, her school uniform still neat but her hair already disheveled. And Gwenneth, my cold, arrogant older step-sister, now sitting tensely on the sofa with flushed cheeks.

They both looked like rabbits trapped before a wolf.

No words were needed. I was burning up.

Angeline was first. With quick steps, I approached her, grabbed her fine blonde hair, and pushed her down to her knees on the carpet. Her pink lips parted in surprise, and I immediately took advantage.

"Brother, wait—mmph!"

Her protest was cut off as my large, hot cock thrust straight into her mouth. I had no time for foreplay or games. I needed release, and now. My hands gripped her hair, pushing her head back and forth in a rough rhythm, using her mouth as an sex toy.

Angeline coughed, tears streaming, but her body didn’t resist. She was too well-trained, too obedient. She just swallowed, trying to adjust to the rhythm, though my size clearly made her choke.

It didn’t take long for me to reach my first peak. With a hoarse groan, I released my first burst deep into her throat. She coughed again but tried to swallow it all.

But I wasn’t done. There was still too much pent-up pressure. I pulled my still-hard cock from her mouth, then with a rough movement, flipped her body over into a crawling position. I hitched up her short school skirt, pulled aside her white panties.

"B-Brother, be gentle—aaah!"

Her scream broke as I immediately penetrated her vagina from behind without preparation. Her natural wetness—a result of my skill’s influence and my long-term training—made penetration easier, but still tight. I pounded her with a brutal rhythm, each thrust full of force, making her small body lurch forward.

"Ah! Ah! Adam! Too—too rough! So good~" she cried, her hands clutching the carpet.

But I didn’t care. My lust needed an outlet, needed violence. My hand grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back while I continued slamming into her from behind. This position let me penetrate deeper, and I took full advantage.

A few minutes later, with a long groan, I released again, this time into her young womb. Angeline screamed, her body tensed, then went completely limp on the carpet, passing out with a foolishly happy expression on her face, wet with tears and saliva.

But I was still not satisfied.

My eyes shifted to Gwenneth, who sat on the sofa, her face pale, her eyes wide as she stared at her unconscious sister with three holes—mouth, vagina, and asshole—still oozing my thick, white cum.

"Gwen," I said, my voice raspy.

She shook her head, shrinking back against the sofa. "No... Adam, please... I—"

"Come here."

She didn’t move. So I moved. In two steps, I was in front of her. My hand grabbed the collar of her white blouse, tearing it open. Her plump breasts—larger than Angeline’s—freed themselves, her pink nipples already hardened from fear or perhaps something else.

I pushed her back down onto the sofa, then with rough movements, I opened her elegant work skirt, tore her expensive panties. I spread her slender, well-trained legs, and without further ado, I penetrated her.

"AAAAH—!" Gwenneth screamed, her hands clutching my arms, her nails digging into my skin. "It hurts! Adam, be gent—!"

But I couldn’t be gentle. I pounded her with the same brutal rhythm as I had with Angeline. The difference was, with Gwenneth, there was an added satisfaction—seeing this arrogant woman, who once looked at me like trash, now panting beneath me, her usually cold face flushed with a mix of pain, shame, and... a pleasure she tried to hide.

"You like this, don’t you?" I snarled, slamming deeper. "You like being fucked by the step-brother you used to scorn."

"Ah~ No—ah!—I don’t—!"

"Liar," I cut her off, my hand slapping her white thigh. "See how wet you are. Your body is more honest than your mouth, Gwen."

She turned her face away, ashamed, but her increasingly heavy moans betrayed her. I quickened the pace, pushing her faster towards the peak. My hand grabbed her plump breasts, squeezing them roughly, twisting her nipples until she screamed.

Hours passed. And suddenly, the living room door opened.

Delilah Socheron stood on the threshold, wearing an elegant sky-blue office dress that was still neat. Her golden eyes swept the room—Angeline, naked and unconscious on the carpet with three holes still dripping my cum; Gwenneth, being brutally fucked by me on the sofa; and me still moving roughly atop her eldest daughter.

For a moment, Delilah just stood still. Then, the expression on her face changed. Not anger. Not disgust. But a mixture of jealousy, excitement, and arousal.

Her usually graceful and dignified face flushed. Her full lips parted slightly, and I could see her pink tongue unconsciously licking her lower lip. Her hand holding her office bag moved, placing it slowly on the floor.

Her eyes met mine, and in that golden gaze was a clear message: I want to join.

But she restrained herself. She just stood there, watching, while her hands began to roam her own body with subtle movements—over her plump breasts beneath the dress, then down to her hips.

Me, seeing her reaction, just smirked wickedly. Then, with a final thrust, I hardened inside Gwenneth.

"Aaah...!" I groaned, releasing what felt like the umpteenth burst of the day into the womb of her eldest daughter.

Gwenneth screamed, her body arched, then went completely limp, passing out beneath me with an expression of ecstasy frozen on her face.

I pulled out, my hard, throbbing cock exiting her now gaping, cum-dripping vagina. I stood up, facing Delilah who still stood by the door.

She immediately stepped in, closing the door behind her. Then, with a swaying, seductive walk that made every curve of her body sway temptingly, she approached me.

"Adam..." she whispered, her voice trembling with unrestrained lust. Her hands reached for my face, stroking my cheek gently. "I missed you."

I returned her embrace, pulling her body close to mine. My hot cock, still wet with her daughters’ fluids, pressed against her stomach, dampening the blue dress and making it translucent.

"Is your work done?" I asked, my voice still hoarse.

Delilah nodded, her eyes not leaving my still-erect cock between us. "Yes. So much. And Charlotte... she couldn’t come. Sudden work at the guild, she said. A pity, I wanted to see you punish her tonight."

"But," Delilah continued, "as a substitute, Mommy has a special gift for you."