Luis only kissed her once before lifting his head and said softly, "Your child is that old already. Is being kissed once really that shameful?"

"You, you can do whatever you want to me... You said to be your sex slave, so why did you have to kiss me."

Hela's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't act so innocent. Or are you saying you've never French kissed anyone?"

"We're not children anymore. Besides, your goal is just to fuck me, right? I'm already here, so why are you causing so much trouble."

"You seem very unwilling. You can refuse. I will leave right now and definitely not bother you."

"Don't, don't go..."

Hela said anxiously yet stubbornly, her breath catching as she slightly parted her small mouth. Luis licked her lips, then his tongue plunged deep inside, directly sucking on her delicate little tongue as she moaned with emotion.

Hela's response was very inexperienced and clearly uncomfortable. Luis took the opportunity to unfasten her bra and toss it aside.

Two full breasts bounced out, probably about the same size as her younger sister Chloe's. A C cup without sagging could be considered cute. The areolas were almost invisible, but the nipples were nearly chocolate colored, a sign of having breastfed.

"Dr. Hela, you rarely kiss people, do you."

Luis kissed her until she was almost breathless, then grabbed her full breasts with both hands and kneaded them, using his fingers to teasingly play with her already hardened nipples.

"Get lost... I'm not interested in any of this."

Hela cursed pridefully, but her voice was equally weak and listless.

What frightened her was that the man released her in an instant. That feeling of skin rubbing against skin, the sensation of male and female bodies grinding together, vanished all at once.

A cold voice sounded in her ear, "Then this is boring. It seems you have a big problem with just a kiss."

"I, I'm just not used to it."

Hearing the voice suddenly turn cold, Hela felt a vague fear.

"You're already here and still not used to it. You just want to spoil my mood."

Luis lit a cigarette and took a puff, then said with a mocking laugh, "Leaving you a DNA sample. Even if I leave now, at least you can use this cigarette butt to find out who's messing with you."

"Sorry, I won't dare anymore, I won't dare."

Hela said fearfully, "I haven't kissed anyone in over ten years, I really don't know anything. You have to tell me what you want me to do."

"Besides the old professors at your school and your husband Darlan, you've never given a blowjob."

At these words, Hela almost broke down. The privacy between her and her husband was one thing, but how did this guy even know about that old bastard's existence.

"None, never."

Hela's mind was already unable to think.

Luis chuckled, moved away from her a little, then said coldly, "Have I been too good to you, that you're still putting on an attitude for me. How about you take off the blindfold and see who I am."

"Damn it, am I too easy to talk to. You still dare to give me attitude here."

Luis spoke with slight annoyance. Hearing this, Hela's heart trembled. Even though she'd had some alcohol, this was exactly what she had been scheming.

"Enough of that nonsense. If I take a photo now and send it to Darlan, you're dead."

Luis suddenly grabbed her hair and said in a hoarse voice, "Hela, you've played enough of your little clever tricks. Do you want to test how much patience I have."

"You have one minute. Take off the blindfold and we tear up the pretence right here, or obediently be my sex slave. You choose."

Days feeling like years probably described this. Hela thought for a long time but didn't dare say a word. Her breathing was particularly rapid and rough, yet she couldn't articulate what to do.

Being given a choice under threat was, to put it bluntly, a moment more painful than the choice between life and death.

"Master, sorry, I was wrong."

Hela's final choice was still guided by rationality.

"Not entirely willing, but it doesn't matter. Stand up."

The demon's voice sounded. Hela, unable to see anything, trembled as she stood up, holding onto the bed unsteadily.

"Good girl, lie down. Take off your panties."

Luis said approvingly.

Hela, like a walking corpse, did not dare resist. Trembling, she lay down and completely removed her last piece of covering. This action made her whole body tremble with intense agitation.

Though she couldn't see, her other senses became sharper.

She knew very clearly that her body was now completely exposed, stark naked, before this man.

The pubic hair on her pussy was sparse, just a thin line, not much, looking clean and tidy, quite pretty.

"Spread your legs."

Luis said hoarsely again.

Hela clearly gritted her teeth, but still spread her legs, fully exposing her shameful place.

The labia were plump like petals. Her entire lower region was beautifully lush. The pubic hair was only very scant, like that of a teenage girl, making it hard to believe she was nearly fifty years old.

Most importantly, her labia were filled with love juices, glistening droplets, clearly showing she was also very aroused.

"Dr. Hela, why so wet."

Luis directly reached out his hand and lightly touched her labia. It felt like poking a hornet's nest; instantly, her pussy twitched and released even more fluid.

"I, I don't know."

"You're a doctor and you don't know. How strange."

Luis licked his lips and said, then continued in a trembling voice, "You're a sex slave. You've finished putting on your usual airs. Now you should behave more obediently for me."

"I, you, what exactly do you want me to do."

Hela, blindfolded, was so anxious she was nearly in tears, saying, "I don't know what I should do. At the very least, you have to tell me."

"Spread your labia open, and wait for your master's dick to come fuck you."

Luis chuckled, still keeping his distance without intimate contact.

"I, I..."

With her strong and prideful personality, how could Hela bear such humiliation.

"Kneel up."

A sudden roar made Hela startle as if she had lost her senses. She turned over and raised her buttocks, assuming a position to receive him from behind.

After striking the pose, she herself was stunned.

What was going on? Why did she instinctively do this, and even feel a little anticipation.

It was clearly a humiliation. She had been furious when she came. Even if she chose to compromise, she should feel hatred in her heart. Why did she still have that little bit of expectation.

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