I kept pounding my stepmother with brutal, machine-like relentlessness. The sounds of our bodies slamming together, her moans, and our ragged breaths filled the steamy bathroom.

Half an hour passed, then a full hour. I lost count of how many times I came—sometimes inside her warm womb, sometimes between her full breasts, other times on her sexy back, or defiling her elegant face with my white release. But strangely, Gwenneth still hadn't returned.

Curiosity began to gnaw at me. Was it really possible that Gwenneth didn't suspect a thing? Her mother had been missing for hours in the bathroom with all these suspicious noises, and she didn't even bother to check? Or... was something else going on?

Even so, my lust hadn't subsided. After Delilah cleaned my cock with her mouth, I laid her down on the floor and mounted her again, thrusting into her from the front. I rained down on her incessantly, as if trying to expend all my pent-up resentment and frustration onto her body.

Perhaps five hours had passed. The bathroom air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. I was exhausted; my balls felt empty and dry, yet my dick remained hard, driven by a dark ambition to completely conquer this formidable woman.

For the umpteenth time, I pulled out of her pussy and quickly rubbed my sensitive shaft between her soft, thick thighs. The warm, gentle sensation of her smooth skin pushed me over the edge. With a hoarse groan, I peaked again, firing my last, thinning spurts of white cum onto her chest and flat stomach.

"Aahh... fuck..." I gasped, my body slumping limply beside hers. I was completely drained. I couldn't even remember how many times I'd ejaculated.

Meanwhile, although Delilah looked just as disheveled as I did, she still had some energy left. Her chest rose and fell with a rhythm far more controlled than mine. An SSS-Rank Hunter truly wasn't to be underestimated, even after being violated for hours.

I used [Eye of Desire] on her.

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{SLAVE}

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NAME: Delilah Socheron

AGE: 41

CLASS: Star Witch

RANK: SSS

DOMINANCE: 14%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 19%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: -

FETISH: -

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Damn. It only went up by 3% after hours of this humiliation. Every other woman I'd ever slept with had yielded to my dominance more easily, surrendering to the pleasure and accepting their fate.

But Delilah... she was different. Like an unshakable bedrock, her spirit and will remained intact even as her body was defiled and broken. And she was the woman I had taken most brutally.

I stared at my stepmother, slumped weakly on the floor, then my eyes shifted to the still-closed door. Where had Gwenneth disappeared to? Why hadn't she come back? A vague worry began to creep into my mind, tainting the dark satisfaction I felt.

Something was wrong.

.

.

.

In a supposedly deserted office building, the third-floor window shattered violently. Gwenneth Socheron landed gracefully amidst the room, shards of glass scattering around her like crystalline rain.

She wore a form-fitting dark blue combat suit with gold accents, its design both functional and flattering to her athletic figure. The material was a special lightweight fabric resistant to various forms of attack.

About a dozen armed men gathered in the room were startled, but before they could even raise their weapons, a massive greatsword of pure light materialized in Gwenneth's hand.

The sword emitted an aura of pure energy that made the air vibrate. With one swift, deadly horizontal sweep, Gwenneth cleaved through the room. A line of light spread out, mercilessly cutting down everyone in its path. Bodies fell before they could even scream.

ZZZZZZZZTTT!

But one man managed to activate his energy barrier just in time. A burly man with a face full of fear, his yellow barrier cracked but held. His eyes darted around wildly, searching for Gwenneth.

"Where are you, you bitch—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Gwenneth was already right behind him. The greatsword of light swung down with full force, shattering the barrier and crushing the man's body into pulp in an instant.

CRUNCH!

The commotion drew the attention of more gang members arriving from the corridor. Gwenneth didn't evade. Instead, she walked straight towards them, her greatsword of light glowing with increasing intensity.

The bloodshed began anew.

A few minutes later, in a quiet alley behind the building, Gwenneth stood surrounded by dozens of corpses. Her face showed profound disappointment.

"Pathetic," she muttered, stomping on the face of one man who was still alive but brutally beaten. He was the only one she had spared for interrogation.

"Please... your promise..." the man struggled to speak. "You said... you'd let me go... if I.... I talked..."

Gwenneth looked down at him with an icy gaze. "I lied."

CRACK!

Her foot pressed down slightly. The skull shattered instantly. Blood and brain matter soiled her combat boots.

She turned to a handsome man kneeling not far away. This man was breathing normally, though his face was pale.

"So it's true, what they stole was the Time Tower Ticket?" Gwenneth asked. Her voice was low, but controlled.

"That's correct, Guild Master," the man replied, trying to sound steadfast.

Despite her youth, Gwenneth held the position of Guild Master of the Radiant Order, a Tier III guild. That was just her character. She never liked taking orders, only giving them. After graduating from the academy, she rejected all offers from major guilds and the Global Hunter Authority, choosing to build her own guild from the ground up, even though it was far more troublesome.

The results were impressive. In less than two years, she elevated Radiant Order from Tier V to Tier III. It was all thanks to her power as an S-Rank Hunter and a little support from her connection to the Star Witch. She was even confident that promotion to Tier II was only a matter of time.

Hearing the report, Gwenneth clenched her jaw. "All the men I just slaughtered were nothing but insects. I didn't find their leader."

The kneeling man remained silent. He knew any comment would only get him killed faster.

Gwenneth snorted in annoyance and kicked him in the head. The man fell over but immediately returned to his kneeling position without protest. He understood his leader's temper.

"How could you let this happen? You can't even track the leader of a small-time group from the Abyss Syndicate?" Gwenneth repeated, her voice cold.

Gwenneth let out a rough sigh. "The only people who knew I had the TT Ticket were myself and the Guardian Council. This theft was clearly meticulously planned."

She cursed inwardly. Right after she decided to take time off to spend with her family, her guild office was attacked. How could that be a coincidence?

The Time Tower Ticket was a vital item for an S-Rank Hunter like herself. After reaching S-Rank, an Awakener needed the ticket to enter the Time Tower and undergo trials to advance to higher ranks. The trials were extremely dangerous—only two outcomes were possible: success or death. That's why she hadn't used it yet, waiting for the right time.

The Time Tower was under the supervision of the HGA. Not only were the tickets rare, they could only be possessed by Hunters with great achievements and high status. Gwenneth obtained hers thanks to her mother's high influence in the Guardian Council.

It was understandable why her mood was so foul tonight. To make matters worse, the long-awaited family dinner she had planned was now canceled.

"Listen carefully," she said to the man still kneeling. "Clean up this mess and investigate this thoroughly. Get to the bottom of it all."

She turned and strode away, leaving the gruesome scene in the narrow alley behind. Her mind was now filled with plans for revenge against the Abyss Syndicate and the bitter disappointment of missing the evening with her little sister and her mother.

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