Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 69 - 67 : Dealing with the effects of Power Sharing

Chapter 69: Chapter 67 : Dealing with the effects of Power Sharing

He opens his eyes to see Shirley completely naked on her knees, licking his cock passionately and touching herself with her other hand. The sight jolts him awake, the haze of sleep evaporating in an instant.

Her tongue moved with sloppy devotion, her lips glistening as they slid along his length, while her fingers worked between her thighs, her breaths coming in soft, desperate gasps. Lumian blinks, caught off guard, a flicker of annoyance cutting through the groggy satisfaction of what had been a deep, restful slumber.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" he snaps, his voice rough with sleep and irritation, sitting up slightly in the chair.

Shirley freezes, her mouth detached from him with a wet pop. Her eyes widen, pupils dilated with a mix of lust and panic, her face flushing a deeper red as she realizes she’s been caught.

She scrambles back slightly on her knees, her hands dropping to her sides, leaving a faint sheen of her own arousal on her skin.

"I—I’m sorry, Master!" she stammers, her voice trembling. "I didn’t mean to— I was just... I felt so hot down there when I saw you sleeping naked, and your...thing was erect. I thought... I thought I’d help you bring it down."

Lumian looks down at her, his gaze sharp and unyielding. Her expression was a mess of embarrassment and need, her cheeks were deep red and her thighs slick with wetness that trailed down to the floor.

He narrows his eyes, his mind turning over the situation. This isn’t normal, he thinks—not entirely her fault, either. The system had mentioned something about power sharing, a bond that might amplify desires, twist them into something primal. Her body’s reaction, this reckless abandon, could be a side effect of that connection. But at the money, he didn’t care about the why. She’s woken him from a damn good sleep, and that was enough to stoke his irritation into something darker.

A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "You want my cock that badly?"

Shirley nods, her breath hitching, her eyes locked on his with a mix of fear and longing. "Yes, Master," she whispers, barely audible.

Without warning, he grabs her head with both hands, fingers tangling roughly in her damp hair, and forces his cock deep into her throat. She gags instantly, her body jerking as he thrusts past her lips, filling her mouth completely. Her hands flail for a moment before settling on his thighs, clutching at him as he holds her there, unrelenting. "Then take it," he growls, his grip tightening. "You wanted to serve your Master, so do it right."

Her throat constricted around him, wet and tight, her muffled whimpers vibrating against his skin as he began to move. He doesn’t ease her into it, each thrust was rough, deliberate, pushing deeper until her nose pressed against his pelvis, her gags turned into choked, sloppy sounds. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but there was no resistance in her, only a desperate eagerness as she adjusted, her tongue flicked against him even as she struggled to breathe. Lumian watched her, his annoyance giving way to a twisted satisfaction, the heat of her mouth fueled his own rising need.

"Pathetic little girl," he mutters, his voice thick with dominance. "Can’t even control yourself, can you? Waking me up for this." He pulls her head back just enough to let her gasp for air, then slams her down again, relishing the way her throat squeezes him. Her hands dug into his thighs, nails leaving faint marks, but her eyes were glazed with lust and told him she was lost in it, her body trembling with a pleasure she can’t deny.

He kept the pace brutal, his grip iron as he fucked her throat, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. Her saliva dripped down her chin, pooling on the floor, and he felt the pressure building, coiling tight in his core. With a final, deep thrust, he holds her there, her lips stretched wide around him, and groans as he climaxes. Hot spurts flood her mouth, spilling down her throat, and he tightens his hold, forcing her to take it all. "Swallow it," he commands, his voice a low snarl. "Every drop."

She obeys, gulping frantically, her throat working as she struggles to keep up. When he finally released her, she pulled back, coughing, her lips swollen and glistening, a thin thread of saliva and semen connecting her to him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, panting, but the flush on her face and the slickness between her legs betrayed how much she enjoyed it, even through the roughness.

Lumian wasn’t done. He stood, towering over her, and yanks her up by the arm. She stumbles to her feet, unsteady, and he spins her around, shoving her against the massive window. Her breasts press against the cool glass, her breath fogging it as he kicks her legs apart. "You wanted this, didn’t you?" he growls, positioning himself behind her, his cock still hard despite the release. "Beg for it."

"Please, Master," she whimpers, her voice raw, her hands splaying against the window. "Please fuck me."

He doesn’t hesitate, driving into her with a single, forceful thrust. She cries out, her body arching as he fills her completely, the wet heat of her clenching around him. He grabs her hips, slamming into her again and again, rough and unrelenting, pinning her against the glass. The city below them, oblivious to the scene, and the thought of it her exposed, helpless, fucked senseless for anyone to see spurred him on.

"Such a greedy little slut," he rasps, one hand sliding up to grip her throat, tilting her head back. "This was what you needed? Your Master’s cock to ruin you?" She moans in response, incoherent, her body shuddering as he pounds into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Her insides pulse around him, slick and tight, and he feels her climax hit her legs trembling, a flood of warmth coating him as she gasps his name.

He doesn’t stop, driving her through it, his own pleasure building again. She’s limp against the window now, held up only by his grip, but her body keeps responding, clenching and quivering as he takes her harder. He fills her once, twice, each release spilling deep inside her, marking her as his, until she was dripping with him, her thighs were a mess of their combined fluids. She climaxes again, weaker this time, a broken sob escaping her as the pleasure overwhelms her senses.

Lumian kept going, manhandling her like a ragdoll flipping her around, bending her over, pinning her back against the glass until her eyes fluttered, her breaths became shallow and ragged. One final thrust, one last flood of his semen inside her, and she goes limp, passing out in his arms, her body spent and slick with sweat and cum.

He pulls out, letting her slide to the floor in a heap, her chest rising and falling faintly. He looks down at her, his own breathing heavy, then turns away without a word. Crossing the room, he collapses onto the bed, the sheets cool against his skin. Sleep claims him quickly this time, deep and undisrupted, leaving Shirley where she lay until morning.