Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 49: Punishing The Sisters of Death (R-18)
As his words echoed, Lyra and Amber behind him blinked rapidly.
Most people would be at least a little shaken after surviving an encounter with the Sisters of Death.
But Ulric was far from that, and as they got closer, recognizing the glint in his eyes, a blush couldn’t help but spread across their faces as they understood his intentions.
The two masked figures were left speechless as well, and as he knocked off their masks, the dumbfounded expressions plastered across their faces came into view.
They tried to process his words. Until they finally snapped out of it. Amelia growled, a glint of rage sparkling in her eyes.
"Y-you... we’re not that kind of women. I’d rather—"
She spoke, but Ulric cut her off, placing a finger over her lips as he paused to finally inspect them while casting his Basic Appraisal.
Amelia had pale, dark eyes with surprisingly supple skin. Dark raven hair flowed to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face. And just as he had anticipated, she seemed to be a middle-aged woman.
His gaze lingered over her for a while, causing an arrogant smirk to spread across her face.
Before he retracted, shifting his gaze to Tara, who sported short dark hair with deep obsidian eyes, currently glaring at him.
And as he stared at them, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, "Hmm... Sisters of Death. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were mother and daughter."
The resemblance was striking. At his words, he saw both of them suddenly flinch.
Before Tara retorted, "So what if we are?!"
Fiery?
Ulric smiled, before slowly circling them.
"Your actions have consequences. But see, I’m something of a kind person..."
The words caused both their lips to twitch rapidly. He wasn’t when he had impaled their bodies with blades.
The longer they listened, the more astounded they became at the youth’s perverted shamelessness.
"That’s why I’m willing to take you in..." Ulric continued, spouting nonsense, ignoring the glances they were casting him.
"But even then... a little punishment is in order."
As his words echoed, his hand suddenly dropped, smacking Amelia’s ass, watching it ripple with quiet satisfaction.
At his gesture, a gasp slipped past Amelia’s lips. Her eyes widened in surprise. No one had dared touch her like that in a long time.
Every person she had encountered looked at her with fear or awe, causing the youth’s boldness to leave her blanked out for a moment.
As she reached out to instinctively cover herself, Ulric leaned forward, breathing into her ear.
"Let’s start with you."
As he did, he placed his hands over her shoulders, utilizing a skill he had acquired a while ago.
[Lewd Touch]
Instantly after, a red tinge spread across Amelia’s face. Her breath grew ragged with every passing second before she turned to the youth before her, barely forcing the words out of her throat.
"W-what have you done to me?"
"I’ve freed you," Ulric smiled.
Or more specifically, the desires raging within her.
[Skill: Lewd Touch – Allows the host to magnify suppressed desires of any woman when activated.]
"Huh?" Amelia mumbled.
Desires she thought she’d long tucked away suddenly flared, rushing across her body in overwhelming waves.
Until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her legs wobbled, dropping her to the ground while her hands reached to press against her breasts and clit, drawing soft moans as she slowly tore the stealth suit covering her body.
"M-mother..." Tara muttered, a furious blush spreading across her face as she watched the scene unfold.
Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no words seemed to come out. The desire overwhelming her, Amelia couldn’t take it anymore.
Obscene thoughts she would have never entertained before now flared repeatedly at the back of her mind.
Unable to resist, she dragged her body forward, looking to the youth ahead as she muttered words she never thought she would say.
"I won’t beg... so take what you want."
Hearing her words, Ulric smiled. Before he looked down.
"Say it properly."
Swallowing the last of her pride, her body dropped into a kneeling posture as she slowly looked up at him again.
"Please..."
Seeing her pitiful expression, he finally relented.
"Very well," he muttered, taking off his robe.
Immediately after, his shaft sprang out.
And as it did, a gasp slipped out of Amelia.
Her eyes widened slightly.
It was big, she thought, watching it hover over her face before the youth slowly rubbed it against her.
Feeling it throb in response, she couldn’t take it anymore. Leaning her head closer, she pressed a kiss against it.
As her mouth slowly parted, Ulric slipped the tip into her lips. Immediately, a groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he felt Amelia’s warm breath and tongue wrap around him.
It just felt... right. As if he had been enveloped in a blissful haven of pleasure. The sound seemed to encourage her as more saliva pooled. Before he couldn’t take it anymore.
"Since you like it so much, why don’t you take all of it?" he growled. He suddenly thrust forward, driving his full length deep inside her.
A bulge formed along her throat as more saliva spilled wildly, dripping down her chin.
Holding her in that state, he sighed, feeling her throat constrict around him.
Others would have already pulled out by now. Gasping for air. But instead, she reached out, wrapping her hands around his thighs as she held still.
Even as tears welled in her eyes. Her face growing messy as a determined glint flashed across them, laced with a sensation unknown to her.
The thrill of domination intoxicated her.
She couldn’t get enough. As she felt him deep inside her, for a moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
Ulric only pulled out when her face reddened to the limit. When he did, her head jerked back as she gasped for air, coughing before she finally regained her breath.
Then immediately opened her mouth again.
"You want more?" Ulric asked.
She nodded eagerly.
"Good girl," he breathed, reaching out to grab a handful of her hair before lifting her head, staring into her pale dark eyes.
Then sliding himself back in. This time with no restraint. He thrust forcefully into her mouth, pounding her throat repeatedly as wet sounds echoed across the room.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
His pace increased over time, every thrust growing more savage as a bulge formed down her throat each time. Until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Feeling her throat constrict around him, he drove into her one last time. His grip tightening as he finally released, shooting thick ropes down her throat.
Her throat constricted one last time, gulping audibly as she swallowed every drop.
All while he stared into her eyes, now filled with bliss.
Satisfied, he let go, watching her collapse to the ground, mumbling beneath her breath.
"Yummy... I want more."
[Ding! You have drained your seed inside E-rank assassin Amelia’s throat! +500 corruption points!]
Staring at the notification, the smile on his face grew wider. This was just the beginning.
He wouldn’t stop until he farmed as many corruption points as he could.
