From my perspective, a stream of pale blue notifications had been blinking at the edge of my vision for a while.

[Ophelia's Sexual Arousal increased to 84 (+1)]

[Ophelia's Sexual Arousal increased to 85 (+1)]

[Ophelia's Sexual Arousal increased to 86 (+1)]

It was rising rapidly. But I noticed, there were no notifications for a 'Domination Level'. Usually, when I manipulated someone with my real identity, a progress bar would show up indicating how deeply I was dominating them.

But for Ophelia, nothing.

Maybe it was because I was using the fake identity 'Freyden' with the [Faceless Mask]. In her eyes, I was a stranger, a sleazy masseur. She didn't know I was Adam, her student. So the system wasn't recognizing this as direct domination because the target didn't recognize the user.

I set that thought aside for now. My focus was on this 'therapy' session for the Headmistress. And clearly, she was already extremely impatient.

I was still teasing. The tip of my cock, slick with her own juices, just brushed against the pink, swollen lips of her pussy. Each time it grazed her sensitive clit or slipped between her slick labia, Ophelia's body trembled and her moans grew more uncontrolled.

"Please... Freyden... I can't take it anymore..." she whined, her voice hoarse and full of need. Her hands grabbed my buttocks, trying to push me down, trying to force penetration. But I easily held my weight back, continuing to tease her.

"Be patient, Ms. Fiona. Thorough preparation yields the best results," I replied in an instructional, flat tone, a stark contrast to the roughness of my actions.

"It is ready! I am so ready! My puss... pussy is wet, it's open, it's waiting for you! Please... put it in... put it in now!" she cried out, frustration and need bringing her to the verge of tears.

I smiled behind the mask. That's when I decided.

"Alright. If you are truly ready."

And before she could finish her sentence, before she could take another breath, I thrust.

One hard, full-powered lunge from my hips, using all my weight and strength.

Squelch!

A wet, honest, and vulgar sound echoed in the silent room.

My large, thick cock entered perfectly, sweeping aside all resistance, parting her tight, warm, and slick passage, and plunging deep—so deep—until the tip slammed hard against her cervix.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!!"

Ophelia's cry was no longer a moan or a groan. It was a pure, wild scream that shattered the silence, filled with shock, momentary pain, and explosive pleasure all at once.

Her body arched like a bow, her eyes flew wide open, immediately flooding with tears. Her mouth hung open, but no more sound came out—only broken, gasping breaths. She seemed to lose consciousness for a moment, thrown into an ocean of sensation too intense for her brain to process.

Her pussy reacted wildly. The muscles deep inside her clenched tightly around my now fully embedded cock. They pulsed wildly, like a second heart beating frantically, welcoming my presence with hysterical fervor.

I stayed still for a moment, letting her body adapt, while I myself savored this incredible sensation.

Damn. It feels... perfect.

Her pussy felt different. Very different. Warm, of course. Tight, incredibly tight. But there was something else. A mystical fit. As if every curve and contour of her pussy was specifically designed to perfectly sheath every inch of my dick. Its deep curve perfectly followed the shape of my shaft. The pressure at certain points felt like a massage targeted specifically for the most sensitive nerves in my cock.

Of all the pussies I'd ever tried, none were like this.

The effect of the [Hymen Pill] was truly beyond expectation. It didn't just restore her hymen; it was as if it had rearranged her entire vaginal canal into a perfect sheath custom-made for the size and shape of my cock. This wasn't just sex. This felt like a union.

I smirked, then patted Ophelia's flushed, tear-streaked cheek.

"Fiona. Fiona, come back to me. We're still in a therapy session. You need to stay conscious to feel the release of the energy."

Ophelia slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was empty at first, fogged by overwhelming pleasure. Then, gradually, awareness returned. And with it came the second wave of sensation.

She felt it. Full. So full. The large cock filled every nook and cranny inside her, pressing against the walls of her womb, filling the space that had felt so hollow. That feeling of being filled wasn't just physical. It was psychological. As if the emptiness that had been gnawing at her all week—the hollowness, the unbearable need—was finally satisfied.

"Ah... ah... Freyden... this... this..." she mumbled, tears streaming down her face. "It feels... perfect."

She couldn't explain more than that. Her intelligent, trained brain couldn't find words to describe this satisfaction that was so fundamental and primitive. This wasn't just ordinary sexual pleasure. It was like her body's most basic need was finally met after a long period of starvation.

Her pussy pulsed again, sending waves of pleasure that made her body tremble. She found herself pushing her hips up, wanting to feel it deeper, wanting the cock to move inside her. She was addicted. In one thrust, her pussy had become hooked. She felt she could no longer live without the sensation of this big dick filling her, satisfying her deepest hunger.

I felt the subtle push from her hips. I smiled.

"Good. Now, we will proceed."

And I began to move.

I drew my hips back slowly, almost pulling completely out until only the head of my cock remained caught at her slick, wet entrance. Then, with the same firm, deep motion as before, I pushed back in.

"NNNGGGHHH—!!!"

Ophelia screamed again, but this time her cry was full of painful satisfaction. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt. Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking my body in place.

I kept moving. Not fast, but deep. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration of ownership over the deepest part of her body. Each withdrawal was a sweet torment that made her pussy contract, begging to be filled again.

While my cock worked her pussy from the inside, my hands weren't idle. My large hands grabbed her full breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching her hard nipples. That rough touch contrasted with my soft, instructional words, creating a dissonance that drove her further out of her mind.

"Ah! Ah! Freyden! There! Press harder! Again!" she yelled, no longer ashamed. Her body's needs overrode everything. "My pussy... my pussy is so good... it feels... like... like I'm going crazy... Oh God... This... this is what I've been waiting for. This is what my body needed."

Her disjointed words only spurred me on more. I quickened the rhythm. Thrust, pull. Thrust, pull. The wet sound of our bodies slapping together, her moans, my occasional sharp orders for her to breathe, created a perfect, lewd symphony.

Her body kept reaching orgasm. One after another. Sometimes small, sometimes huge. But clearly, she was experiencing multiple, consecutive orgasms, something she'd probably never experienced before.

I could feel the heat building in my groin. My own orgasm was approaching. But I wanted her to come first.

I changed the angle of my thrusts, making sure the head of my cock rubbed against her G-spot with every stroke. I also pressed my pubic bone against her clit when I drove in deep.

"I'M... I'M COMING—!!!" Ophelia suddenly screamed, her body shaking wildly as if electrocuted.

Her pussy gripped my cock with an almost painful strength, pulsing wildly, pumping out fluids that soaked the mattress beneath us. Her face contorted in ecstasy, tears and saliva flowing freely. She orgasmed with more power than ever before.

And as her pussy was still convulsing, sucking, and milking my shaft, I reached my own peak.

I thrust in deep one final time, burying my cock fully into her womb, and released.

A hot jet of cum shot directly into her uterus. I could feel each spurt, how my thick fluid filled the space I had opened.

"AAAHHH... FILLED... I'M BEING FILLED..." Ophelia whimpered, her body still trembling, feeling the hot gush inside her. Her expression changed to one of almost stupid satisfaction, a wide, happy smile incongruous with her tears.

I stayed inside her for a few moments more, savoring the final sensation of this conquest, while my seed pooled within her womb.

Then, I pulled out. With a wet plop, my hard, cum-dripping cock slipped out of her pussy.

The Headmistress lay limp, her breathing ragged. Her red eyes stared at the ceiling, empty. Clear and white fluids seeped out of her gaping pussy, dripping onto the bed.

She didn't move for a long while. And then, slowly, her trembling hand reached between her legs, touching the wetness there. She brought her slick finger to her mouth, and with closed eyes, she licked it—first carefully, then ravenously.

"It tastes... so good," she whispered again, like a mantra. "I... don't want this to end."

I stood by the bed, looking down at her. My plan was proceeding perfectly.

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