"Mm... hurry up... I can't take it anymore."
Jill gasped heavily from time to time, her breaths carrying the distinct sound of a woman being thoroughly pleasured—not the exaggerated moans of a prostitute, but an honest expression of overwhelming sensation.
Even a strong-willed woman like Jill was reaching her limit after being taken for over two hours.
Waking up to find herself violated had filled her with fury, but after their confrontation, Cain had taken her again, and now she was exhausted and starving.
Cain kneaded Jill's breasts as he nodded. "Yeah, I'm close. I'm gonna cum! Jill, you're so beautiful, so perfect. Being with you like this is an honor."
"Mm... just hurry."
Jill urged him again, unsure how to face Cain. This shameless man had wronged her, yet his devotion was undeniable.
She didn't exactly hate him. Women were emotional creatures—they might not always love a man, but when faced with someone utterly infatuated with them, it stirred something inside.
Not quite manipulation, but certainly a sense of pride.
His cock pulled back, leaving only the tip at her entrance before slamming back in, burying every inch of his thick, twenty-centimeter length into her slick, tight heat until his tip pressed against her cervix.
Again and again, he drove into her, his balls slapping against her delicate mound with loud, lewd smacks. His hands groped and squeezed her full, round breasts, fingers pinching her nipples harshly before his lips claimed hers in rough kisses.
Watching Jill's wanton reflection in the mirror, her parted lips, her face twisted in pleasure Cain's ego swelled.
The rush of dominance intensified the pleasure coiling in his cock, his nerves alight with sensation. His mind buzzed with adrenaline, his stamina seemingly endless.
"I'm close... I'm gonna cum... gonna fill you up... Jill... take all of it..." His hips pistoned like a machine, his control slipping as his cock throbbed, ready to erupt.
Jill bit her lip, gripping Cain's hands over her breasts. Seeing their entangled bodies in the mirror, a flicker of shame passed through her.
But shame gave way to raw desire. She was nearing another climax—how many had she had today? She'd lost count.
Strangely, she didn't hate Cain anymore. Not the man who had stolen her innocence.
"Mm... do it."
The words spilled out before she could stop them—a command for him to finish inside her. The sheer depravity of it sent a jolt of humiliation through her.
How shameless!
That self-disgust pushed her over the edge, her climax crashing over her.
Her walls clenched violently around Cain's cock, a rush of heat flooding around him. The sensation made him shudder, and with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his tip pressing against her cervix as his balls tightened.
A hot, thick flood erupted from him, filling her completely.
Her muscles milked him, prolonging his release as pleasure rippled through them both.
An inexplicable energy flowed between them, an intangible force that seemed to strengthen their bodies.
This was the wonder of dual cultivation—not just sex, but true harmony of yin and yang.
They remained locked together, basking in the afterglow for a full five minutes before Jill finally stirred.
Dazed, she felt something warm threatening to spill out—his seed, still inside her.
A flicker of panic made her squirm. "Cain, pull out... you came too much."
"If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility," Cain murmured, holding her tighter, hoping to claim this fierce woman for good.
Jill shook her head, resolve hardening her gaze. "No. This ends here. Don't push me, or you'll regret it."
"Fine. But we're still friends, right? If you ever need anything, just ask." Reluctantly, Cain pulled out, admiring the glistening evidence of their passion before satisfaction settled in.
Jill covered herself, stumbling toward the bathroom.
The door slammed shut.
Hot water rushed over her as she scrubbed away the sticky traces of his release. Staring at the thick, white fluid on her fingers, she nearly choked back a sob.
Had she really just begged for her violator's seed? Was she really so weak?
Cain grabbed his keys, dressed, and left. He had things to do.
When Jill stepped out, she found him gone.
Relief warred with a strange emptiness. Cain had taken her virginity, after all.
But walking away so easily felt... cold.
Women were complicated creatures. She didn't want him, had driven him off—yet now that he was gone, it felt like abandonment.
Her stomach growled. Two hours of relentless pleasure had drained her.
Just as she considered making food, the door opened.
Cain walked in with bags of takeout, shutting the door behind him.
"Done washing up? I brought food. You must be starving. Eat up, there's soup too. It'll help you recover."
Jill's expression was unreadable. Her virginity was gone, and the man who took it was now setting a meal before her.
Her emotions were a tangled mess.
"Get out. I don't want to see you."
"I'm sorry, Jill. This is my fault. I'll make it right." Cain hid his grin. Having her was all that mattered.
Jill sighed. "Let me think. Before I put a bullet in you, disappear."
With a quick kiss on her cheek, Cain set the keys down.
"Then I'll go. Rest well."
"Go!" Jill glared until the door shut behind him.
Then, against her will, the faintest smile tugged at her lips.
Her heart was still at war.