Evil MC's NTR Harem

Reina gasped, her body jolting at the sharp, electric pleasure that shot through her.

"Ahhh… ohhh…" she moaned softly, her voice trembling as her hands reflexively gripped Ross's shoulders for support.

Ross wasn't satisfied with just one nipple. He moved to the other, giving it equal attention, his lips and tongue savoring her like she was his personal feast.

His large hands roamed her body with unapologetic dominance, gripping her full, soft breasts and kneading them with authority.

His fingers pressed into her tender flesh, claiming her entirely, as though she were nothing more than his possession.

"Ahhh… no… stop…" Reina whimpered weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. But her body told a different story. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into Ross's eager mouth.

Her moans grew sweeter, breathier, as if her resistance was melting away with every lewd touch. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Kirito's heart shattered further with each passing moment.

The woman he knew—his kind, loving, and loyal wife—was slipping further away, replaced by this trembling, submissive version of her who seemed powerless against the pleasure Ross was forcing upon her.

"Reina! You can fight this!" Kirito yelled again, his voice thick with desperation. But Reina didn't even look at him. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips parted as soft moans spilled from her.

Inside her mind, Reina was waging a desperate war.

This isn't right… I shouldn't be letting this happen. She tried to fight the fire consuming her, tried to remind herself of who she was—of who was watching her.

Kirito. Her husband. Her everything. He was right there, witnessing it all, and the shame of it tore at her heart.

But her body refused to listen. Ross's touch was overwhelming, his every movement lighting her nerves on fire.

Her nipples throbbed under his attention, the heat pooling low in her belly intensifying with every swirl of his tongue and every squeeze of his hands.

"No… no…" she whimpered again, her voice barely audible. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle her moans, but it was no use. The pleasure coursing through her body was too much to bear.

Ross pulled back from her chest, his lips glistening as he smirked at her.

"Look at you, Reina," he said, his voice low and mocking.

"Your body doesn't lie. It's begging for more, isn't it?"

Reina shook her head weakly, her tears mixing with the flush of her cheeks.

"No… please…" she whispered, but her trembling thighs betrayed her. She could feel the thick length inside her stretching her more with every passing moment, the heat from it making her walls quiver.

Ross's hands returned to her hips, gripping her firmly. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled her down another inch onto his cock.

"Ahhhhh!" Reina cried out, her voice high and trembling as the new stretch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Her head fell back, her nails digging into Ross's shoulders as she tried to steady herself.

"See? Your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it," Ross murmured, his voice dripping with smugness.

Kirito's hands clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to scream, to do something—anything—to stop this. But his body wouldn't move, frozen in place as his mind reeled.

Reina's breathing grew heavier, her moans louder. Her resistance was crumbling, her body giving in to the relentless pleasure Ross was forcing upon her.

And though her heart ached with shame, her body craved more.

Reina's pussy grew wetter with each passing second, her moans spilling out uncontrollably, growing louder and wilder as her body surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

If it were up to her, she would have been content to stay like that forever—her body trembling, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

But Ross, ever the commanding presence, wouldn't allow her such a luxury.

They had an audience, after all—a special one. And Ross clearly intended for Reina to deliver the performance of a lifetime.

"Ughhhhh…" Reina's eyes fluttered open as she felt movement below her. Instead of pulling her down further onto his cock, Ross began lifting her hips and guiding her into a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Up and down, her body moved, taking only a few inches of his massive, veiny length at a time.

Even so, it was more than enough. His cock was impossibly thick, stretching her in ways she had never imagined.

Every inch that entered her sent ripples of pleasure through her body, making her tremble as though she were caught in a storm of desire.

For several minutes, Ross used her body like a marionette, controlling her movements with his powerful hands on her hips.

She was utterly at his mercy, a puppet for his pleasure as he dictated the pace, his cock plunging into her tight, wet heat over and over again.

Her moans filled the stage, unabashed and raw, her body responding to him without hesitation.

Ten minutes passed before Ross finally released his grip on her hips. His hands traveled back to her breasts, kneading the soft mounds with expert precision, teasing her nipples with his fingers.

He leaned in to lavish her sensitive peaks with his tongue, sucking and biting lightly, driving her wild.

"Huhhhhhh…" Reina moaned, her voice dripping with frustration as the movement of her hips came to a sudden stop.

The absence of his control left her body aching, desperate for the rhythm they had established.

"Reina!" Kirito's voice rang out, sharp and pleading. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered her husband's presence, but it felt distant, insignificant compared to the fire burning inside her.

She couldn't summon the will to turn and face him. Not anymore.

Instead, she gave her body what it craved. Slowly, tentatively, she raised her hips, feeling the thick head of Ross's cock shift inside her.

A shiver ran down her spine as she sank back down, taking him in just three to five inches at first. Her pussy stretched around his girth, the delicious pressure sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her.