Diana looked over at him, trying to summon a little bit of defiance to fight back against his relentless drive.
"Y-you can't... this is insane," she stammered, her voice weak and breathy, but her body betrayed her words as she struggled to her feet, legs wobbling like a newborn foal.
"You have to be a bit more thankful, Miss Miller," Dylan taunted. "I just gave you your first orgasm in years and you're still trying to fight this."
Diana bit her lip and hid her face from him.
He was right. That orgasm had felt so good and it was the first she'd had in many many years. A rush of relief had filled her body that she was still feeling even now.
Who could have known that it was a nepo creep like Dylan Lee that would make her feel this way?
"Just…" Her narrowed brows released, her glasses slipping down her nose. "…Just get it over with then."
Dylan smirked. "Don't be too scared to admit you like my cock, Miss Miller."
"I never said th—"
He didn't give her a chance to respond. Instantly, he grabbed her by the hair, pushing her low and bending her over the stack of boxes.
Her ass presented itself to him, round and inviting, her pussy glistening and swollen from her orgasm, begging to be filled despite her protests.
"I will say this, Miss Miller," he growled, his voice laced with the [Devil's Tongue]'s fearless edge. "As large and plump as your breasts are, your ass is not too far behind."
The Division Head blushed red.
Dylan got closer, letting his cock rest in between her ass cheeks, feeling the heat emanating from her hungry sheath.
With one hand, he gripped her hip, activating [Euphoric Touch] as his palm pressed firmly against the soft curve of her ass.
Diana's body arched violently, moaning like a desperate girl as the spasms of pleasure made her pussy clench and drip even more.
"Nghh! What—oh god, not again!" she moaned, her nails scraping the metal shelving as her knees nearly buckled.
Dylan smirked, lining himself up at her entrance. "You're gonna take every inch, you filthy slut," he taunted.
Then he suddenly paused, staring at the pink wetness that invited him in.
Although Diana couldn't see it, an expression of childish anticipation painted itself on Dylan's face. Maybe even hesitation.
'I can't believe I'm finally losing my virginity!' he sang inwardly.
'Even more, it's my hot, fussy tyrant of a boss that's taking it!'
He thrusted forward in one brutal stroke, burying his cock deep inside her tight, soaking heat.
"Ouuuuuuhhh! Mmmmmh!" Diana had almost sold them out with that moan as the sensation of his waist smacking her ass and his large cock filling her completely almost made her lose her mind.
Even worse, he still had [Euphoric Touch] activated, making his grip on her thigh send more spasms of pleasure through her.
Dylan was also overwhelmed by the face-smacking sensation. It was like his cock had just walked into a trap.
Diana's walls gripped him like a vice, slick and hot, while her juicy ass pressed onto his skin.
It was amazing.
His eyes widened.
'Sex is amazing!'
As Diana's body convulsed around him, Pleasure Points dinged in rapid succession in Dylan's mind:
[+15] [+15]
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. "What kind of grip is this, Miss Miller! Let… me… go!"
He pulled backwards and his cock finally escaped her hungry insides with a plop sound. Diana moaned, her legs vibrating in pleasurable tremors.
Dylan narrowed his eyes. "Since you want it that bad! Here it comes again. Take it!"
His hips snapped forward again, pounding straight into her and winning more muffled moans from his boss.
"Take my cock, Diana!"
He began pounding her, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was deeper, harder, the shelves creaking and shifting under the force.
"Oh fuck! Dylan, slow down!" Diana gasped, her voice breaking into a whimper as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her clit with wet, obscene smacks.
But the skill made it impossible for her to hate it; every slide of his skin against hers ignited fresh waves of ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Dylan's hand stayed pressed against her ass, the sustained contact pushing her toward the edge already, her pussy fluttering around his cock like it was desperate to milk him dry.
He could feel the [Iron Control] temporary skill he had just unlocked, holding back his orgasm while letting him enjoy the pleasure of that wet boss-pussy.
"For a prude woman like you, Miss Miller, you sure have a delicious pussy," Dylan rasped, leaning over her back to whisper in her ear, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, activating the touch there too.
"Then again, you are a hypocrite slut!"
Her nipple pebbled instantly under his fingers as he activated [Euphoric Touch], and she bucked wildly, another notification flashing:
Ding!
[Pleasure Points +25].
Her breaths came in ragged pants, mingling with his grunts as he fucked her relentlessly, the storeroom filled with the symphony of their bodies colliding—skin slapping skin, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
"You're being so quiet," Dylan purred as he pounded. "Are you scared that you might say something you don't like? Something you're scared to admit?"
Diana continued to moan as he pounded into her, her breasts bouncing with ever thrust. "I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.
Ding!
[Affection Radar Update]
[Bride Target has reached 15% on the Radar]
Dylan grinned hungrily. 'Turning Miss Miller, my own boss, to my Bride would definitely be awesome!'
So he fucked her harder!
Pleasure Points rolled in like money in a bank!
[+10] [+5] [+25] [+15].
"Admit it," Dylan demanded, his voice a low growl enhanced by [Devil's Tongue], thrusting even deeper, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her over and over.
"You love this cock stretching your needy pussy. Say it, Miss Miller. Tell me how much you fucking love it."
He squeezed her breast harder, making her sob with pleasure, her walls clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him in deeper.
"I—I don't... nghh! How can I love such a perverted cock that belongs to a creep!"
Seeing the way her pussy lips clenched around his cock when she said that, Dylan knew she was lying helplessly. He laughed at her desperation.
"Oh, I think that you do!" he snarled, driving his full shaft into her over and over. "I think that you love it a lot! You love it even more than Mr. Sato's cock! Isn't that right?"
"No! No!" she moaned, her back arched violently as ripples of pleasure vibrated through her ass cheeks. "That's not true."
"You better tell the truth now, Miss Miller! Oh I'm going to stop fucking you! I won't let you orgasm if you don't confess right now!"
Dylan fucked harder, faster!
"Whose cock feels better?! Mine or the old geezer who you're having an affair with?!"
Diana held back as long as she could, but the more he fucked her—the faster—she had no choice than to give in. She wanted to cum, and his cock… this nepo creep's cock was the only one that could make her cum.
"Yours!" she finally cried out, her resistance shattering under the onslaught, tears of overwhelming sensation streaming down her face. "Your cock is better! It's so big, and it feels so good—don't stop, please! Harder!"
The admission sent a thrill through Dylan, more points rolling in:
Ding! [Pleasure Points +30]
Ding! [Affection Radar: +5% (Now 20%)].
He laughed triumphantly, his hips pistoning faster, using [Iron Control] to edge himself right to the brink without tipping over, drawing out her pleasure until she was a babbling mess.
"That's right, you dirty boss bitch," he taunted, slapping her ass lightly—but the touch ignited another wave, making her scream and convulse, her orgasm ripping through her like a hurricane.
Her pussy spasmed around him, juices squirting out with each thrust, soaking his thighs as she panted and wailed, "Yes, yes, fuck me. I'm cumming!"
Dylan kept going, relentless, his hand roaming her body—grazing her back, her thigh, her neck—each contact sending her into aftershocks, pleasure points piling up:
Ding! [+20] [+25]
Ding! [Affection Radar: +2% (Now 22%)].
He could feel her softening toward him, her body yielding completely, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts with eager desperation.
"Beg for my cum," he commanded, his voice husky, the skill making her crave it.
"Please, Dylan. Cum inside me! Fill me up!" she moaned, her voice breaking, another surge of affection:
Ding! [Affection Radar: +4% (Now 26%)].
Finally, with [Iron Control] holding him steady, Dylan decided it was time.
He deactivated the restraint just enough, slamming into her one last time with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing as he unleashed thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching pussy.
The sensation triggered her final climax, her body shaking violently as she milked him dry, panting and whimpering, "Oh fuuuccccckkk!"
With more Pleasure Points rolling in, they collapsed on the cold floor together, bodies slick with sweat, breaths coming in heavy, synchronized pants that echoed in the dim storeroom.
Dylan's own panting was like that of a mad man, but Diana's heaving chest surpassed his by far, especially with her large breasts rising up and down with every heave.
As the haze cleared, a triumphant notification chimed in Dylan's mind:
[Congratulations, you've successfully claimed Diana Miller as your first Bride!] [Affection Radar: 26%]
[Further interactions will increase affection]
[Mana fully replenished]
[Pleasure Points: 585]
Ding!
[Rewards allocated:]
[+2 on all physical stats, +3 on all abstract stats]
[Target Bonus! You claimed a Difficult Target as your First Bride! +10 bonus on all stats!]
[3 Skills Unlocked!]
[Euphoric Touch and Iron Control are unlocked permanently]
[New Skill: Wealth Multiplier ×10]
[Wealth Multiplier ×10: Host automatically gains ×10 of present and future digital wealth (salary, savings, current, etc) that each Bride owns.]
Ding!
[$40 million dollars has been transferred to your bank account].