Dylan stared at the notification, his mind scrambling to make sense of what it was saying.
'But it doesn't make any sense,' he concluded. 'Passive Skills don't use mana which is why they're always active.'
[When a Passive Skill is used for the first time, mana expenditure is required. After first usage, Passive Skill is imprinted into your essence]
Dylan grimaced. 'That's annoying…'
He felt Diana's tongue wrap wetly around his cock head, causing him to shiver in pleasure.
'Fuck. I can't believe my first ever blowjob is from my own boss.'
He looked down at her, watching her lick him tentatively.
'But I can't have her being too stubborn about sucking my dick. I need to make her gain pleasure out of this.'
'That way I can gather more mana and keep using Devil's Tongue. That Skill gave me so much courage and made me sound fearless.'
Diana caught him looking down at her and she stopped sucking him for a moment, lips bending to a frown. "What are you staring at?" she asked despicably.
Dylan smirked.
'I have to make her enjoy this. Even if I have to force her!'
He grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her towards him. Opening her mouth to ask "What?" was her big mistake as it left her door-lips open for his cock to be jammed right into her throat.
"Nghh!! Mhmm!!" She tried to pull away, her eyes narrowing into angry slits.
Dylan, unrelenting as he was, began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat with his rock-hard, newly improved cock.
He groaned in ecstasy, his hips twitching as he worked her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
'Her mouth is so fucking amazing! Why is it so cool and wet and slushy?!'
After multiple thrusts into her throat, Diana stopped pulling back, she stopped fighting it.
Instead, she took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Then he hit it again, and again, the tip of his cock knocking on the wall of membrane.
Diana's eyes began to wet.
Ding!
[Pleasure Points +10]
[Mana replenished +5]
[Devil's Tongue is now active]
Dylan's eyes widened. 'Pleasure Points?!' He looked down at Miss Miller's face. He saw the way her eyes were losing the touch of sternness, the water dripping out of them, the way saliva drooled down her lips and jaw.
She was a far throw from the ruthless Head of Investments Division. Now, she was something akin to a hungry slut.
'She's actually enjoying it. She likes my cock down her throat!'
It was then that Diana's gag reflex kicked in. She jerked, trying to pull free, but Dylan's grip tightened in her hair as he held her there, forcing her to take him to the hilt.
[Pleasure Points +10]
[Mana replenished +5]
Dylan snapped his head to the ceiling above, the light from the single bulb blaring on his shut eyes. If only his pleasure points counted too. He would have had over 500 by now.
Diana moaned, Dylan's cock still deep in her throat.
With Devil's Tongue active, Dylan didn't shy away from talking her through it. "Choke on it, you dirty bitch. Bet you've been dreaming of a cock like this while you're playing boss."
Ms. Miller's eyes watered the more, but she still didn't pull away, her throat constricting around him as she fought to breathe through her nose. The wet, obscene sounds of her deepthroating filled the storeroom, her moans muffled as she pushed herself further, her lips brushing the base of his shaft.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Pleasure Points +10] [ Pleasure Points +10] [Pleasure Points +10]
Dylan let out a mocking laugh of satisfaction.
"You love this, don't you? Bet you're soaked already." She glared up at him, but the truth was undeniable.
She had her thighs pressed together, while her right hand was hidden in between them, fingers playing with her pussy.
The Division Head was desperate, slick with need, her body screaming for more even as her mind rebelled.
He pulled her off with a rough yank, her lips popping as the head of his cock burst free from its wet clutches.
She almost fell backwards, cleaning her mouth with her right hand whilst gasping for air. Her gaze shot up at Dylan, her expression contorting to anger.
"Were you trying to kill me?!" she said, hitting him weakly on his leg.
Dylan smiled at the effort. "You're alive, aren't you? Get up," he ordered, hauling her to her feet and spinning her around.
He shoved her against a stack of boxes, her hands bracing against them as he hiked her skirt up, exposing her ass.
"No wait. What are you doing?!" she asked with a panicked voice, trying to look behind her. But his hand placed on her back kept her at a place.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Dylan teased. He saw how drenched her panties were and laughed darkly, ripping them aside.
"Knew it," he muttered, sliding his fingers along her dripping slit, teasing her clit until she whimpered. "You're such a needy little whore for this."
"Fuck you," she spat, but her voice broke into a moan as he thrust his fingers into her without warning, stretching her tight, neglected pussy in one brutal stroke.
"Urkhhh!!!"
"What do you think we've been doing all this while?" Dylan mused.
He stroked his fingers into her harder, feeling her wet insides gripping on to him, water splashing inside and outside as she convulsed excessively.
"Oh my—!" Diana moaned. "You're going way too fast!"
"Heh" Dylan fingered her harder. Harder. Harder. He gushed her insides with his brutal phalanges, fucking her with them over and over as notifications of pleasure points kept popping from the system.
But then a new notification appeared.
[Temporary Skill unlocked]
[Euphoric Touch: Laying your hand upon a woman's body ignites waves of unnatural pleasure. Even the lightest touch can make her tremble; sustained contact overwhelms her, pushing her toward uncontrollable climax.] [Active Skill]
Dylan's eyes widened. 'An Active Skill. Finally!'
He pulled his fingers from her, ignoring her frustrated whine. Her legs bent, weak and unable to hold her steady while her dark hair fell over her shoulders as she panted wildly.
Dylan gazed at his palm and then looked at her. 'Why not test it out now?'
He let his hand hover over her exposed skin for a while before pressing his palm lightly against the curve of her waist.
Diana's body jolted as if struck by lightning, a choked moan spilling from her lips as her head shot upwards and her knees buckled.
"What the—fuck!" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock, her skin flushing a deep crimson as waves of unnatural pleasure surged through her.
"Like that, huh?" Dylan taunted, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he slid his hand up her side, fingers grazing the underside of her breast.
The lightest brush sent her trembling, her nipples hardening to painful points as she gripped the boxes tighter, her nails digging into the cardboard.
"What did you just do to me?" she asked helplessly, trying to meet his gaze. "Why are your fingers so… nghh… so stimulating?"
"How's this my fault?" Dylan played. "Maybe you're a bit more horny than you thought."
He pressed his hand harder against her breast, cupping it from below. The Euphoric Touch amplified every sensation, making her cry out, her body writhing as if she were already on the edge of climax.
Her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping onto her thighs, the air thick with her arousal.
"Stop—fuck, please," she whimpered, but her hips rocked toward him, begging for more even as her words pleaded otherwise.
Dylan chuckled darkly. "I don't think you mean that." He saw the Pleasure Points rolling in and so he knew she was enjoying this.
He slid his other hand down her stomach, his fingers barely skimming her skin. Each touch sparked a new wave of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as the skill overwhelmed her senses.
His fingers trailing lower, grazing her clit with the barest contact. He activated the Skill.
Diana's scream was raw. Though her palm cupping her mouth muffled most of it, it didn't stop her body from convulsing as the Skill pushed her dangerously close to release, her slick folds quivering under his touch.
"Look at you, fucking soaking for me." Dylan grinned. "Bet you've never been this wet in your life."
Diana struggled to find her breath. "H— How are you doing this?"
Ignoring her question, Dylan dropped to his knees, yanking her skirt higher and spreading her thighs wide.
His hand pressed against her inner thigh, the Euphoric Touch making her sob with pleasure, her legs trembling so violently she could barely stand.
"Let's see how much you can take," he growled, and leaned in, his lips brushing her clit as his hand stayed firm against her thigh, amplifying every sensation.
Diana's head threw back, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as he sucked her clit, his tongue flicking mercilessly while the Skill sent electric pulses through her body.
"Fuck, Dylan, you bastard!" she cried, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling hard as she ground against his mouth, lost to the overwhelming pleasure.
He didn't let up, his hand sliding to her ass, gripping it tightly as the Skill made her shake, her climax building faster than she could handle.
"Come for me, you dirty Division Head," he taunted between licks, his voice muffled against her slick heat. "Show me how much you love this."
"No! I don't— I don't love it at all! Urrrkkkk!!!"
With her tongue shooting out of her mouth pervertedly, Diana's orgasm hit like a storm wave, her body convulsing under the relentless assault of his tongue and Euphoric Touch's power.
Juices coated Dylan's chin as she came, her legs giving out as she slumped against the boxes, panting and trembling.
Dylan let her slump to the floor, panting unbearable as he stood straight, wiping his mouth with a smirk.
Ding! Another notification came.
[Temporary Skill unlocked]
[Iron Control: Absolute mastery over release timing, allowing you to choose exactly when to climax] [Passive].
Seeing that, a grin tore through Dylan's dark face. A predatory grin of excitement and profound hunger to fuck Miss Miller's wet, dripping pussy.
He loosened the buttons of his shirt, exposing some of his chiseled chest.
"Get up," he whispered coldly. "I'm not yet done."