Chapter 510: 510. We Ended Up Didn’t Come In The Dungeon Because We Are Busy!**

With a violent, rhythmic shudder, Rex erupted.

SPLUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"NHAAAHHN~!"

It wasn’t a mere release; it was a volcanic explosion. A massive, thick torrent of hot, creamy semen blasted out of him, hitting Elizabeth with the force of a physical blow.

Because she leaned so far forward, the deluge coated her entire face, plastering her eyelashes and filling her hair with the warm, viscous liquid. The spray continued, a relentless, pulsing stream that splattered across her massive, heaving breasts, coating the pale, soft mounds in a thick, glistening layer of white.

Elizabeth didn’t flinch. She didn’t wipe it away.

Instead, she leaned into the mess, her eyes half closed in a trance of pure devotion. She slowly, deliberately, stuck her tongue out, swirling it through the thick cream on her lips, licking the semen from her skin with a slow, rhythmic motion that showed she craved every single drop.

She was a woman completely conquered, a high priestess worshipping at the altar of his virility.

"Hehe~! I don’t care about the truth at all... that’s already in the past... I want to become Rex’s exclusive slut~!"

Rex slumped back, his chest heaving, his massive cock still standing tall and throbbing, slick and dripping with the remnants of his conquest. He looked down at her, the beautiful, ruined, semen-covered woman at his feet, and a loud, boisterous, and utterly mocking laugh erupted from his lungs.

"Look at you," Rex chuckled, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "When you say it like that, then it’s already a wrap."

He glanced toward the dungeon entrance, thinking of the man currently leading a group of students through the dark. "Hey, Alexander! You can keep searching for your ’perfect’ professor!"

Rex shouted toward the entrance, his voice filled with derision. "She isn’t coming back! Not today, not tomorrow!"

"Your precious fiancée is too busy being fucking destroyed by a real man!"

He leaned down, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "She’s going to be so fucking used today, Alexander... she won’t even remember your name!"

’From now on... I’m no longer... the woman who loves Alexander...’

’Thank you... Alexander... for giving me this experience because of your made-up mistake by Rex...’

Before Elizabeth could even catch her breath, Rex reached down and scooped her up. He didn’t lay her down; he hoisted her up in a powerful, commanding carrying position, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms draped over his broad shoulders.

He held her like a prize, a conquered territory, her naked, slippery body pressed firmly against his heated skin. "Yeshhh... moreee... I can feel your cock raging with pure lust~!"

"We’re not done," Rex growled into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even stand, let alone teach a damn lesson."

Elizabeth only let out a soft, needy whimper, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her heart racing in sync with his. She didn’t care about the dungeon, the students, or the man she was supposed to love.

She only cared about the man holding her, the man who had broken her, and the delicious, endless hunger that was about to consume them both all over again.

Rex didn’t wait to find a more comfortable spot. He marched toward the back of the carriage, his stride heavy and purposeful, carrying Elizabeth like a trophy of war.

He slammed her back against the cushioned wall of the carriage, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her wide, and he drove himself back into her with a ferocity that made the entire wooden structure groan.

"Ahnn~! Rex~!" Elizabeth’s scream was loud, uninhibited, and completely devoid of the grace she had spent a lifetime cultivating. It wasn’t a polite gasp; it was a raw, vocal eruption of pure, unbridled pleasure.

She didn’t care. The concept of "volume control" had died the moment she decided to abandon her professionalism.

As Rex began to hammer into her, his hips striking hers with the force of a blacksmith’s mallet, Elizabeth began to moan in a continuous, rhythmic cadence. Her cries rose and fell with every brutal thrust, echoing loudly against the curtained windows of the carriage.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

She was a woman possessed, her head thrashing against the upholstery, her eyes rolled back as she surrendered to the sensation of being repeatedly, violently claimed. "AAHNNN~! YESSH~! OHH~! FUCK MEE~! FUCK MEEEAAGGGHHHH~!"

"That’s it! Scream for me!" Rex commanded, his voice a low, dark growl.

He was dominating her completely, his massive frame pinning her into the corner, his movements relentless and punishing. "Let everyone know who you belong to!"

Every time his pelvis slammed against hers, a new, louder cry escaped her lips. She was loud, she was messy, and she was utterly, beautifully shameless.

The sounds of their carnal battle—the wet slapping of skin, the creaking of the carriage, and Elizabeth’s high-pitched, ecstatic wails—filled the quiet morning air, drifting out from the closed carriage and into the hills.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

...

Meanwhile, deep within the damp, cool shadows of the first chamber of the dungeon, the atmosphere was entirely different.

The air was heavy with the scent of ancient stone and the faint, magical hum of the mana veins running through the walls. Alexander stood at the head of the group, a flickering torch in one hand and a map in the other.

He was in his element, his voice calm and instructive as he guided the nine reincarnator students through the narrow corridor.

"Now, pay close attention to the runes on the floor," Alexander said, pointing to a glowing sigil. "They act as a warning system for—"

He paused.

A strange sensation washed over him, a fleeting, inexplicable feeling of unease. He frowned, glancing back toward the entrance they had passed through several minutes ago.

"Is something wrong, Professor?" one of the students asked, noticing the sudden hesitation.

Alexander blinked, shaking off the feeling. "No... no, nothing... just a momentary distraction."

He looked back at the path behind them. It was silent, save for the distant drip of water from a stalactite.

But for a split second, he thought he heard something, a faint, rhythmic sound, like a distant drum or a muffled cry, drifting from the direction of the surface. It was so faint, so easily dismissed as the wind whistling through the rock formations, that he almost ignored it.

’The documentation...’ he thought, a small knot of worry forming in his chest. ’Elizabeth and Rex should have been here by now. Perhaps the setup is more complex than we anticipated.’

He shook his head, forcing a smile to reassure the students. "Don’t worry about the delay."

"We’ll catch up with them at the second chamber. For now, let’s focus on the runes."

As he turned back to the group, he had no idea that just forty feet away, the woman he loved was currently screaming a man’s name in a state of total, blissful ruin, or that the "professional explanation" he so dearly relied on was now being drowned out by the sounds of her absolute surrender.

...

Hours had passed since the dungeon expedition had concluded. The sun was now high in the sky, casting long, golden shadows across the hillside.

Alexander led the group of exhausted, dust-covered students back toward the surface, his brow furrowed in a mixture of fatigue and lingering confusion.

"I still don’t understand," Alexander muttered to himself as the light began to filter into the entrance. "The documentation should have been finished hours ago."

"It’s unlike Elizabeth to be this late."

As the group emerged from the dark maw of the dungeon, they saw the carriage parked near the rock formations. Standing beside it were Rex and Elizabeth.

To any casual observer, they looked perfectly composed, though there was a certain... intensity in the air around them. Rex was leaning casually against the carriage, his chest heaving slightly, his skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that made his muscles pop under his shirt.

Elizabeth stood beside him, her hair pulled back neatly, her robe straightened, and her expression the very definition of professional poise. However, if one looked closely, her cheeks were still a deep, rosy pink, and her eyes held a lingering, dreamy glaze that no amount of scholarly focus could quite mask.

"Ah, there you are!" Alexander exclaimed, walking toward them with a relieved but questioning look. "We were beginning to wonder if you two had vanished into thin air."

"What happened? Was the documentation setup that complicated?"

Rex stepped forward, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with a practiced, heavy motion. He let out a long, exaggerated exhale, looking as though he had just finished grueling physical labor.

"Sorry about that, Alexander," Rex said, his voice a low, rumbling rasp that carried a hint of a smirk. "We got caught in a bit of a situation."

"A pack of high-level monsters must have been nesting near the path we were taking. It was a real struggle... a lot of heavy, intense movement to clear the way."

"We were sweating buckets just trying to push through the chaos."

He leaned in slightly, emphasizing the "struggle," his eyes dancing with a secret, triumphant mischief. "It was... exhausting. Truly a battle of endurance."

Alexander nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the excuse. "Monsters? In the documentation path?"

"That’s unusual, but... it would explain the delay. You both look like you’ve been through a war."

Elizabeth stood perfectly still, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her face a mask of calm, academic indifference.

"It was... indeed quite an unexpected encounter, Alexander," she said, her voice steady, though a tiny tremor of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "The... physical exertion required to navigate the area was quite significant."

As Alexander turned to the students to begin the debriefing, Rex reached out. He didn’t just touch her; he delivered a firm, meaningful tap on her lower back, a silent, possessive signal that reminded her exactly what kind of "monsters" they had actually been fighting.

It was a gesture of pure, arrogant dominance, a reminder of the heat, the sweat, and the absolute ruin he had just brought her to. Elizabeth felt the tap, and for a fleeting second, her professional mask wavered as a shiver of pure, unadulterated memory raced down her spine.

She didn’t look at him, but she leaned into the sensation, her eyes brightening. She accepted the lie, not because she needed to, but because the truth was a secret. They now shared a secret written in the sweat on their skin and the delicious ache deep within her bones.

’This feeling... I love it...’