Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths
Chapter 478: Eggplant

Chapter 478: Eggplant

“No!~~ Don’t!~~ Ah!~~ You can’t!~~ I… I’ll do whatever you say, okay?!~~ You!~~ Ah!~~ Haa!~~ You can fuck me however you want!~~ Please!~~ Don’t touch my daughter!~~ Aha!~~ Ha~~ I’ll serve you!~~ Serve you until you’re satisfied!~~ Ah!~~ Fuck me!~~ Ah!~~ Harder!~~ Ah!~~ Haa!~~” Margaret moaned and begged Harry while her trembling body caused the knife she was using to cut eggplants to shake violently, clattering onto the countertop.

“Oh yeah? However I want to fuck you? I think you slut actually want me to fuck you to death! Mrs. Margaret, I never realized you were this slutty before!”

Harry leered at Margaret, who was writhing beneath him, sprawled over the countertop and panting with pleasure. He grabbed her silky hair and yanked his wet, sticky penis out of her dripping pussy before roughly shoving her to the ground and growling, “Words aren’t enough. Prove it with actions! Show me how well you can serve me! Huh?”

With that, Harry shoved his cock, slick with her juices and his cum, right up to Margaret’s lips and barked, “Kneel, suck me off!! Consider it you sucking me for your daughter! If you don’t do a good job, I’ll make your daughter suck me instead!! You think I won’t rape her right now? Huh?!”

“Mmm!~~ No!~~ I… I’ll serve you!~~ Mmm!~~ Glug!~~ Slurp!~~” Margaret shamefully knelt between Harry’s legs, opening her mouth to take his cock inside, sucking eagerly with wet, lewd sounds.

Sweat drenched her sleek, beautiful black hair, sticking it to her pale cheeks. In this moment, Margaret bore no resemblance to her usual dignified, noble self. Disheveled and humiliated, she looked more like a cheap whore, kneeling disgracefully at the feet of Harry, who was dressed like a handyman in work clothes, sucking on his filthy, wet cock.

Margaret’s pride and restraint were utterly trampled under Harry’s relentless degradation. This violation, both physical and psychological, filled her with unbearable shame. The extreme pressure and humiliation shattered her arrogance into pieces. But soon after came a twisted thrill—the stimulation of betrayal and disgrace.

The high-class, queenly noblewoman was now experiencing the pleasure of being degraded, the excitement of being conquered and trampled by a man. Margaret became addicted to this feeling, intoxicated by it. The transgression she had never dared to commit, the tearing apart of her morals and dignity, transcended mere physical pleasure. It gave her an unprecedented, exhilarating rush in her mind.

As if possessed, Margaret willingly prostrated herself beneath Harry, kneeling like a bitch in heat at his feet. She arched her wet, snow-white ass, sticking out her tongue to eagerly lick his balls and cock, swaying her hips seductively.

Harry watched excitedly as Margaret serviced him like a bitch, then glanced wickedly at the thick eggplant on the cutting board. Not satisfied, he grabbed it and pressed Margaret’s head down, turning her around to spread her plump, pale buttocks before shoving the eggplant brutally into her dripping pussy.

“Ah!~~” Whether from overwhelming pleasure or the pain of the thick eggplant stretching her, Margaret let out a sobbing, euphoric cry.

The thick eggplant plunged into her, rubbing against her sensitive walls as she squirmed, her slick juices dripping down the vegetable’s stem.

“You bitch! Hahaha!~~ Mrs. Margaret, you really are a bitch now!~~ For such a noble lady to be a bitch, you’d have to be the fanciest poodle!~~ So fucking disgusting!~~ Hahahaha!~~” Harry laughed wildly, exhilarated by the feeling of crushing Margaret’s pride. These high-and-mighty people, these so-called elites, deserved this punishment—deserved to be trampled underfoot by a “handyman”!!

Harry stretched out his foot, directly stepping on Margaret’s back, kicking her to the ground with one foot. He took off his shoe and stepped on Margaret’s soft jade like breasts, as if a master was teasing a bitch in heat.

He lewdly laughed and said, “Slut! From now on, you will obediently be my sex slave, be my bitch! I am your master! Understood? When you see me, you must call me master! Do you understand?! Huh?”

“Ah!!~~ Mmm!~~ Mmm!~~ Ha!~~ Understood!~~ This servant understands!~~ Mmm ha!~~ So stimulating!~~ Harder!~~ My breasts feel so good!~~ Ha!~~ So perverted!~~ So exciting!~~” Margaret was already deeply immersed in the pleasure of being humiliated. Facing Harry’s abuse and teasing, Margaret showed not the slightest bit of shame or resistance. Instead, she actively displayed a submissive attitude, as if she greatly enjoyed this kind of training!

Harry looked with satisfaction at Margaret, who was like a bitch in heat. He lewdly turned his head to glance at Ivy, who was still wearing headphones and playing with her phone, completely unaware that her mother was degrading herself to protect her. Only then did he contentedly remove his foot from Margaret’s body and scold her, “Margaret, you bitch! Get up now, don’t keep your precious daughter waiting. Your master is hungry now and wants to taste the braised eggplant seasoned with the juices of our slutty bitch… Hehehe… It must be the taste of mother’s love, truly touching…”

“Huff!~~ Huff!~~ Mmm!~~ Ha!~~ Huff!~~ Huff!~~” Margaret weakly trembled as if exhausted, her dazed eyes filled with unsatisfied lust. She weakly climbed up from the ground, panting heavily while caressing her chest, still unable to break free from the stimulating humiliation she had just experienced.

As Margaret gradually sobered up from her state of sexual addiction, she immediately felt a wave of shame. Horrified, she bit her lip, almost unable to believe she had acted like that just now.

Her torn heart made Margaret struggle inwardly, as if a devil and an angel were fighting inside her, vying for control of her body.

After a while, Margaret finally managed to calm down from her fragmented and chaotic emotions. Only then did she dazedly light the oil stove and begin frying the prepared eggplant. The large eggplant still inserted in her lower body made every movement bring waves of pleasure due to the friction, especially when she shifted her steps. Margaret couldn’t help but convulse all over, letting out weak moans of pleasure.

Every time Margaret wanted to pull the eggplant out of her lower body, Harry would lewdly remind her, “You’re not allowed to take it out. If you do, I’ll rape your daughter right now!”

“Bastard!~~ You pervert!~~” Margaret coquettishly glared at Harry, panting heavily as she shamefully pursed her lips, forcibly enduring the swelling and numbness between her legs while continuing to stir fry the eggplant.

One delicious dish after another was completed. Harry’s stomach, growling from hunger after the intense battle, couldn’t wait any longer. Looking at the home cooked dishes that were appealing in color, aroma, and taste, Harry almost drooled.

This woman Margaret looked like a noblewoman who wouldn’t even touch the smoke of a kitchen fire, yet she turned out to be an excellent cook.

Excited, Harry carried a plate of braised eggplant and a plate of baby bok choy stir fried with meat, happily walking into the kitchen. He cheerfully said to Ivy, who was leisurely scrolling through her phone in the living room, “Ivy, this is the braised minced meat eggplant that Auntie made for you with her own hands. Didn’t you say you loved Auntie’s braised eggplant the most? Come try it!”

“Ah!~~ Wonderful!~~ At Uncle Justin’s house, I kept thinking about eating Mommy’s braised eggplant every day!~~ I was almost dying of craving!~~” Ivy happily grabbed the chopsticks on the table and immediately picked up a piece of eggplant, putting it into her small mouth to chew. As she ate, she kept exclaiming how delicious it was.

Carrying the dishes, Margaret followed closely behind Harry, swaying unsteadily as she walked up. Seeing her daughter gobbling up the braised eggplant she had made, and thinking about the large eggplant still stuffed between her legs, Margaret immediately blushed with shame and guilt.

With every movement of her body, especially when walking, the eggplant rubbed against her sensitive vagina, making her feel so weak with every step that she wanted to collapse to the ground. The strange sensation of a foreign object also made Margaret walk with a slight limp.

“Auntie, come sit next to Ivy. You haven’t eaten anything after being busy until now, right? You must be hungry too. I’ll go get rice for you two! You mother and daughter should have a good chat. From what Ivy said, it seems she rarely comes home, huh?”

Harry lewdly watched Margaret, who was mincingly carrying the dishes to the dining table with small, unsteady steps. The thought of the large eggplant still stuffed in Margaret’s crotch made him unbearably excited.