Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 90: Swallow?

"No, you little rascal… you’re too good at playing," Yasmin chided softly.

"You will destroy the teacher… ah… No, I can’t do it anymore…" she whimpered. With a scream, Yasmin—who had been writhing wildly—suddenly went stiff and convulsed uncontrollably.

She clung tightly to Ryan and lowered her head for a kiss. Ryan immediately returned the embrace, kissing her hard; their tongues tangled like relentless invaders.

As their passionate kissing continued, Yasmin reached her climax. Her inner warmth pulsed against his glans, and a stream of hot love fluid spurted out, its sudden cascade onto his sensitive skin sending waves of pleasure through him.

After a few moments of trembling, Yasmin finally collapsed, utterly powerless. Ryan held her close, kissing and caressing her continuously.

He recalled having learned on the Internet that this method worked on all women. True to form, his gentle caresses after her climax elicited soft moans of comfort from Yasmin, and she completely surrendered herself into his arms.

After a while, though still panting, Yasmin gradually regained her senses. She took the initiative to press her lips to Ryan’s face and whispered with emotion, "Ryan, you are so good—your penis is dancing inside the teacher’s body."

"Teacher, are you comfortable?" Ryan murmured, softly sucking on her reddened ear.

Yasmin’s face flushed as she nodded, both ecstatic and bewildered.

"Of course it feels good, you little rascal. You’re really good this time."

Observing her satisfied and intoxicated expression, Ryan felt an overwhelming sense of pride at being able to satisfy such a passionate woman.

He recalled that when he had first lost his virginity to Yasmin, he had been inexperienced and performed poorly.

That memory had once filled him with doubt, even making him question if he was truly a super boy. He had longed to ask the system if any reward awaited an unstoppable hero.

But now, his physical strength had leaped from 7.7 to 10.7.

It seemed that every facet of his abilities—speed, strength, coordination, explosiveness, and even his sexual prowess—had improved dramatically.

Ryan, who had once struggled to control his climax, now found he could easily rein it in.

Unable to resist, he began to caress Yasmin’s soft buttocks with his hands and asked with a lewd smile, "Teacher, who is better—your husband or me?"

"A hundred of those rubbish are no match for one of my beloved little scoundrel," Yasmin replied affectionately.

For any man, such words were an intoxicating form of stimulation.

Ryan then lifted her and laid her on the table. The cold marble surface elicited a startled cry from Yasmin, but soon her beautiful legs wrapped around Ryan’s waist.

Ryan lowered his head to kiss her with fervor, his tongue exploring as he gripped her ample breasts firmly to keep her in place.

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As he shifted his hips, his hardened cock began to penetrate with powerful force.

Each thrust was accompanied by a loud impact, and the rapid, rhythmic motion resembled a motor running at maximum power—an industrial cadence of desire.

"Ah…" Yasmin moaned as Ryan continued to lick her breasts, her cries turning into a series of meaningless, uncontrollable moans.

She gripped his head tightly with both hands, closed her eyes, and appeared lost—drowning in waves of pleasure mixed with pain.

Her restrained, conservative moans, though not as uninhibited as those of others, possessed a uniquely alluring quality.

After more than ten minutes, Yasmin twitched and experienced another overwhelming orgasm. Sensing her impending climax once more, Ryan growled hoarsely, "Teacher, this time I want to cum in your mouth."

"Good…" Yasmin agreed, her voice a blend of confusion and passion.

At that moment, Ryan abruptly withdrew his cock and, with decisive force, repositioned the overwhelmed teacher on the sofa.

He held her delicate head with his arms while spreading her legs wide and inserted his still-gleaming, love-juiced cock into her mouth, pumping it wildly.

Though Yasmin felt a momentary discomfort, she continued to suck vigorously even as her climax peaked—allowing the dark, substantial shaft to move in and out of her rosy mouth in a frenetic rhythm.

Before long, Ryan’s excitement reached its limit. His eyes darkened, his urethra flared, and hot semen burst forth into her mouth.

"Woo…"

It was the first time Yasmin had received a blowjob. During her peak, she grimaced in discomfort as a large quantity of sticky, fragrant semen filled her mouth—one share, two shares, three—until her cherry-like mouth was nearly full.

Then Ryan shuddered and sighed before pulling his cock out. His legs went limp as he collapsed onto the sofa, gasping for breath and licking his lips in the afterglow.

Yet, before long, powerless from her climax, Yasmin suddenly grabbed a nearby trash can and, with a fit of coughing, spat out the semen.

Ryan had initially intended to train her to swallow, but this unexpected reaction left him somewhat disheartened. Fortunately, there was plenty of time ahead for gradual training.

Yasmin coughed for a long while; her body, still softened by climax, eventually began to recover. She retrieved a tissue to help clean Ryan, who, feeling comfortable yet mischievous, snatched the tissue away with an impish smile.

"Teacher Yasmin, just like last time, giving a blowjob after ejaculation feels incredibly satisfying," Ryan declared in his scoundrel manner.

The madness and allure of that night had been partly due to the courage that alcohol lent—an enabler of lust. When sober, Yasmin was far less coquettish.

Yet, every moment of that night was etched in her memory. Even as she watched Ryan’s penis—still unsoftened and marked by traces of love juice and semen—her temper flared.

With a swift punch of her pink fist, she scolded, "Bad guy, you just love bullying the teacher."

"It’s not bullying," Ryan countered, "it’s just that I adore your little mouth too much. It feels so good to be licked, especially right after I cum…"

Ryan held her close, kissing her deeply. After a while, he gently pressed her head down.

The satisfied young teacher, both shy and complicit, allowed him to take her cock into her mouth once more—sucking it and then licking it clean from top to bottom with her petite lips.

This time, a proud snort from the trash can could still be heard in the background.

"Having already cum in a blowjob, is she still far from swallowing?" Ryan mused with satisfaction.

At least for now, Ryan was thoroughly content. To him, training was a pleasure that unfolded step by step; rushing it all at once would have stripped the excitement away.