Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Stimulated by the guilt of her immorality, Sally's last vestige of rationality and shame compelled her to cling to the only trace of dignity she had left, barely holding the final line of defense.

Yet, the hunger for a man's body and the deep emptiness that yearned to be filled rendered her unable to resist Harry's strong, rough embrace. In her heart, she could only silently pray that Harry would stop.

Her body had become uncontrollably ensnared in a blur of desire.

Sally knew that if this continued, she truly wouldn't be able to bear it any longer!

Rather than saying that she was praying to Harry, it would be more accurate to say that Sally was, in truth, praying for her own inner impulse!

The profound loneliness of her body and the craving for carnal pleasure made it impossible for her to suppress her desire for intimate contact with Harry's body—even as she greedily endured his fiery teasing.

She felt certain that her modesty and shame would soon be overwhelmed in Harry's strong, powerful arms; she was sinking into his passionate kiss, unable to extricate herself.

Once this step was taken, everything would become irreversible!

There were no "first times"—only a count of countless betrayals!

Sally was terrified. She feared becoming addicted to the man before her, ensnared by the pleasure of the affair, and ultimately drowning in decadent lust from which she might never recover.

The shame of immorality and the guilt of betrayal forced her to attempt to suppress the desire welling up inside her, barely managing to block Harry's body from pressing down on her.

At that moment, Harry was completely mesmerized by the sight of Sally's beautiful, alluring snow-white breasts!

Seeing such exquisite breasts before him left Harry intoxicated and unable to stop his advances. The trembling flesh of her breasts constantly captivated his eyes, and the sweet, raw milk scent aroused his keen sense of smell, even leaving him a little dizzy with desire.

In that moment, how could Harry possibly heed Sally's weak, confused murmurs?

Before Sally could finish speaking, Harry opened his mouth regardless and took her tender nipple into his mouth. He gently rolled and teased it with his tongue before beginning to suck it hard.

The delicious milk—with its sweet, raw aroma—spurted from the protruding nipple and immediately filled Harry's mouth.

Harry's hot hands gripped her plump breasts roughly, reveling in the wonderful, fleshy sensation that the soft breasts afforded his touch.

As his heated palms kneaded vigorously, Sally's breasts were squeezed and reshaped. The fresh, milky white juice was forced out from the other exposed nipple!

Perhaps because there was an excess of milk, it sprayed densely and powerfully, showering Harry's body like a sprinkler. The milk, carrying a slightly fishy scent, transformed into milky white threads that sprinkled over Harry's coat, quickly wetting a large area of his shoulder.

"Gulp! Gulp~" Harry sucked with large gulps, drawing Sally's milk into his parched mouth and swallowing it in great swallows.

"Ah!~~No!!~~~Ahaha!~~Hahahaha!~~~Ahhahahaha!~~~~So embarrassing!~~~You can't do this!~~This is for the baby to eat!~~~No!~~~It's so embarrassing!~~~Harry!~~~This is so obscene!" Sally cried out.

Even as Harry sucked on her extremely sensitive nipple, Sally—still struggling and pushing him away—trembled violently all over. A shameful pleasure surged rapidly from her nipple to her crotch like an electric current of hot energy.

It was as if the licked nipple were connected to the sensitive depths of her vagina; even Harry's sucking was enough to make her vaginal fluids surge forth!

"Ahahahaha!~~Ahaha!~~~" Sally could not help but wrap her arms around Harry's head, burying it deep in her breasts. She spread her legs wide and clutched his waist tightly, tilting her head back as her soft, long hair cascaded around her. Biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, she moaned loudly with shame.

All Sally felt was a tingling, hot sensation in her vagina.

Though Harry was clearly engaged in licking and sucking her nipples, she sensed something else teasing inside her—a deep, empty, and burning heat within her vagina, from which her natural lubrication began to gush.

In that moment, Sally lost all ability to resist.

Her sensitive nipples, the last barrier guarding her sexual desire, were overwhelmed. The instant Harry sucked on one of them, Sally's long-suppressed desire spiraled entirely out of control, and a wild, agitated carnal longing blazed within her.

The yearning for a man's body—and the impulse and fantasy tied to the very root of his manhood—compelled Sally, who had long been empty and lonely, to begin actively responding to Harry.

Harry's head was held tightly by Sally as his entire face became buried in the soft, delicate, snow-white breast flesh. As Sally twisted her chest, fresh milk sprayed onto Harry's face, her snow-white, soft breasts smearing against him.

The slippery, tender flesh—lubricated by milk—rubbed intimately against his cheek. The soft, delicate, smooth, firm, and moist sensation of her breasts against his face left Harry utterly intoxicated, unable to stop.

After a moment, Harry, who was dizzy from being held and pressed between Sally's breasts, suddenly came to his senses and looked up at her in surprise.

At that moment, Sally looked upward with an expression of enjoyment—her body venting its hunger. She appeared to be intoxicated by the feel of her own skin, her confused and foolish gaze exuding a wanton, lascivious quality.

[Current state: hunger, desire, intoxication, shame, comfort, enjoyment, release, impulse, tension]

Observing Sally's condition, Harry felt both astonishment and excitement. Originally, he had recklessly cast aside his hopeless chance of winning her over, and in that impulsive moment he had prepared to force himself on her—even if met with angry resistance, even if it meant dying and being reborn.

Yet unexpectedly, he found that he had inadvertently stimulated her suppressed sexual desire by striking her G-spot.

This young woman—so empty and lonely—also possessed a remarkably strong sexual desire. Such a woman, it seemed, needed a strong and domineering man to conquer and possess her.

With strong, rough kisses and a tight embrace that left her no time to think or hesitate, her body instinctively yielded to his touch.

Under Harry's overwhelming teasing, Sally's reserve was completely shattered by the rising desire. In the face of such instinctive cravings, even the constraints of acquired morality and reserve proved fragile.

The hungry, empty young woman could not resist the temptation of the heat radiating from a man's body; when a woman becomes aroused, she can be even more ravenous and lascivious than a man.

Seeing Sally's condition, Harry realized that this time he might not have to wait for another chance—this hungry Milf was on the verge of overflowing.

Seizing the moment, Harry resolved to strike while the iron was hot and claim Sally, this top-notch young woman.

Once again, Harry took Sally's charming, milk-spurting nipple into his mouth. He rolled his tongue to tease it and sucked it in large, forceful mouthfuls, teasing her nipple with all his strength.

Large streams of milk gurgled from the corners of his mouth and slid down onto Sally's beautiful breasts, making them appear even more luminous with a milky white luster.

"Haah!!~~Haha!~~~Ah!~~~Baby!~~Haah!~~~It feels so good!~~~It's so cool!~~Dear!~~~I want more!~~~Lick more!~~~Give it to me!~~Haah!~~Ah!~~Ah haha!~~Itchy!~~~Itchy!~~~Oh, hiss!~~~It feels so good!~~Haah!~~~Harder!~~~Lick me!~~~Lick my nipples!~~Hiss!~~~Dear!~~~I want it!~~~I want you!"

Sally moaned in ecstasy as Harry's large hands roughly kneaded her ample breasts. The milky white spray splattered over both of their bodies.

Sally clamped her legs tightly around Harry's waist, twisted her hips, and couldn't help but rub her crotch against the hard, swollen bulge in his pants. Through their clothing, Harry could feel the heat emanating from Sally's vagina.

"Sally! Take off your clothes, okay?" Harry murmured as he caressed her smooth body. Sliding his hand behind her back, he deftly unhooked her bra.

"Hmm!~~" Sally let out a soft moan in a dazed tone.

Grabbing the hem of Sally's vest and bra with both hands, Harry stripped her upper body naked.

"Oh!~~No!~~~Don't look!~~Don't look at me!~~~ I It's so embarrassing!"

Sally cried, her cheeks flushing with shame as she turned her head away to avoid Harry's burning gaze. Her chest heaved; her snow-white, plump nipples trembled, and her breasts surged with palpable emotion.

Seeing Sally's naked body and the unmistakable look of shame characteristic of a married woman, Harry hastily tore off her milk-soaked short-sleeved shirt, untied her belt, and removed her jeans and underwear altogether.

"Ah!~~~No!~~~" When Sally caught sight of Harry's visibly hard, trembling erection, she screamed in panic.

Although she protested, her pearly teeth bit her red lips, and her blurry eyes fixed on the base of Harry's arousal—her moist, hungry eyes betraying her true desire.

"Sally, give me a blowjob!" Harry commanded, gazing at her tender, tempting red lips. Straightening his waist, he stepped forward and positioned the base of his erection near her mouth.

"Oh!~~No!~~~No! No ~~~There… that's the place to pee!~~~It's dirty… it's dirty… me!~~~I haven't even given my husband a blowjob!"

Sally stammered, staring at Harry's penis with infatuation. She swallowed hard, then turned her head away in shame, covering her mouth as she spoke timidly.

Harry, now experienced in dealing with a hungry, empty, and lonely young woman, believed that such a woman must be met with unwavering dominance and strength—even if she said no, her body revealed the honest truth.