"Ahhh—Rein! It's too... n-nghh! It's too much!" Rissa shrieked, her head snapping back, the veins in her neck straining. "S-shhh... my stomach... it feels like it's going to burst... mmmph!"
Rein let out a low, guttural chuckle. His deep baritone resonated against Rissa's chest as he leaned down, licking the sweat off her collarbone. "Isn't this exactly what you begged for, Auntie? You said your husband couldn't even make you break a sweat like this, didn't you? Look at you now... trembling like a leaf."
"Shut up... ahh! Don't mention him... not here... not now!" Rissa's nails dug into Rein's firm shoulders, clawing at his skin for an anchor. "Right now, I am yours, Rein! Akhh! Deeper! Finish me!"
Rein showed no mercy. He hooked Rissa's legs over his shoulders, opening her up completely to drive into her with relentless force.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"AAHHH! REIN! THAT—NGHHH! You're hitting it! Ahh! Right there! Keep going!" Rissa rambled, her eyes rolling back from the sheer intensity. "S-sshh... mmmgh... Rein... you're hitting the back... ahhh! It hurts, but... it feels so good... mmmph!"
"Pain or pleasure, hm?" Rein smirked, slowing his pace just to press his tip firmly against her most sensitive spot, grinding it there. "Answer me clearly, Rissa. This sound... this mess... did your husband ever make you this wet?"
"N-no... hhh... n-never... ahh! He's... mmmgh... he's too slow... too boring! Ahhh!" Rissa shook her head hysterically, her damp hair splayed wildly across the pillow. "Only you... ahh! Only yours can reach that deep... mmmph! Rein... w-why did you stop?! Don't pull out! Please... get back inside!"
Rissa whimpered as Rein teased her, lingering right at the entrance. "Tell me first... who are you right now? Some man's wife, or the plaything of your own son's friend?"
"I-I'm... hhh... I'm your slave! Ahh! I'm your slut, Rein! Call me whatever you want... j-just... destroy me again! Ahh! Don't make me go crazy waiting!"
"Good girl," Rein whispered coldly.
THUD!
With one brutal thrust, Rein buried his entire length into her, so deep that her lower abdomen slightly protruded.
"AAAAHHHHH! REINNN! I'M—I'M GOING! I'M CUMMING!" Rissa screamed, her body seizing in a violent climax as her walls gripped him with a desperate, crushing intensity.
"Not yet... I'm not done!" Rein growled. He flipped her over onto all fours and began hammering from behind with twice the power.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The sound of wet skin colliding filled the room, drowning out Rissa's wild moans. She no longer cared if the neighbors heard.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Rein... i-it's... s-so big! Ahh! I'm f-full... mmmgh! Fill me more... ahh! Give it all to me! All of it! Ahhh! REINNN!!"
Rein let out a primal roar, his back muscles tensing as he reached his limit. He drove in as deep as possible, pinning her down as he flooded her with his heat.
"Nghhh... ahh... ahhh..." Rissa collapsed, her face buried in the pillow, gasping for air as if the oxygen in the room had been scorched away.
Rein pulled out with a wet pop. He stood by the bed, looking down at Rissa, who was on the verge of passing out, her mouth slightly agape in total exhaustion.
"Heh, finally went down," Rein muttered with a smug chuckle. This was their 11th round, and even for a woman as insatiable as her, he had finally broken her.
Wiping the sweat from his chest, Rein glanced down at his "trophy"—his 11-inch pride and joy, still throbbing even after such a heavy session. He felt gifted. His philosophy was simple: If God gave you a weapon this size, it would be a sin not to use it to conquer the world.
To him, all women were the same. Whether they played hard to get, acted shy, or were even married, once they tasted him, they became addicts begging for another fix.
Rein casually pulled on his jeans and left Rissa unconscious in the messy, musk-scented room. He walked out with the swagger of a king.
Moments later, Rein was strolling down the sidewalk. A cocky grin plastered on his face, his thumb dancing across his phone screen as he read the flood of incoming messages:
Lena: "Rein, my husband just left for a business trip. The house is empty... when are you coming over? I can't stop thinking about you..."
Sophia: "Rein~ can we do it today? I can still feel you inside me from yesterday... Please, come by?"
Ayuna: "I just bought new lingerie, Rein. I know you'll love tearing it off me this afternoon..."
Rein smirked. "This is it... the dream life," he whispered to himself. He kept his head down, engrossed in his phone, replying to the messages one by one, oblivious to the world around him. He felt invincible.
Until...
BEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!
A deafening air horn exploded right beside him, shattering his fantasy. Rein snapped his head up, his eyes widening in horror as the grill of a massive truck loomed inches from his face.
"Shit—!"
CRASH!!
Rein's body was sent flying dozens of feet like a broken ragdoll. His phone flew through the air, shattering against the asphalt, just as blood began to pool from his head onto the pavement.
The street erupted into chaos.
"MY GOD!! THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT! A TRUCK HIT SOMEONE!!" a man screamed, face pale with shock.
"Call an ambulance! Hurry! Look at all that blood!" a woman cried out, shielding her child's eyes from the gruesome sight.
Rein felt the world spinning violently. The screams of the crowd sounded distant and hollow, as if he were sinking to the bottom of a dark ocean. His body went numb, and a piercing cold began to crawl from his feet toward a heart that was beating slower and slower.
Damn it... is this really how it ends? Rein thought, his consciousness flickering. I just found my purpose... I have thousands of women waiting... I... I can't...
His vision faded into a dark blur. The bright sunlight slowly turned into an eternal, suffocating black.
No... my legacy... I still want...
With one final, heavy breath of regret, Rein's world went silent forever.