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I held her red hair with one hand, guiding the movement, slowly thrusting into her hot mouth. She sucked deep, gagging slightly but without stopping, saliva dripping down her chin.

"Good girl... that’s it," I murmured, watching her make the effort. "Suck everything I gave you."

After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Seraphina stayed there, kneeling, breathing with difficulty, her body limp, cum dripping down her thighs and chin, completely wrecked.

I leaned back on the sofa, looking at her with a satisfied smile on my lips. *Now I taught this arrogant noble that things won’t go as she planned. She thought she could control me, use me to get what she wanted... but I’m the one who’s going to control her. Completely.*

I ran my thumb over her swollen lip, wiping away some of the cum.

"Do you understand your place now, Seraphina?" I asked softly, my voice full of dominance. "Don’t think you can manipulate me. I decide how far this goes. And you’re going to want more... every time I want."

She just nodded slowly, still panting, her eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion, desire, and surrender.

The system blinked discreetly in my vision, registering the points gained. I smiled wider. The night was still not over for her.

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I continued fucking her hard in the sideways position, my body pressed against hers, my cock driving deep into Seraphina’s hot, soaked pussy. Her red hair was stuck to the sweat on her neck and shoulders, her body trembling with every thrust. One of my hands squeezed a soft breast, pinching the nipple, while the other held her raised leg, spreading her more for me. Her hoarse moans echoed in the silence of the room frozen by Paratime.

Without pulling out of her, I turned her completely onto her back on the wide sofa. I lifted both of her legs, resting them over my shoulders, and leaned forward, almost folding her body. I penetrated her again with everything, deep and heavy thrusts that made the sofa creak. Her pussy squeezed hard around me, wet and pulsing.

"Look at me," I ordered, looking straight into her eyes while I kept thrusting nonstop. "I want to see your face while I fuck you to the limit."

Seraphina obeyed, her eyes glazed with pleasure, mouth slightly open releasing louder and louder moans. I sped up, my hips slamming against her, my cock invading deep with every thrust. The wet, obscene sound filled the room. Her breasts bounced with the impact, sweat running down her fair skin.

Through the Sensory Link, her thoughts came through uncontrolled:

*He’s tireless... he’s already cum so many times and he’s still so hard... so deep... I can’t take it anymore... but I don’t want him to stop...*

I smiled and intensified the rhythm, fucking her faster and harder. I felt the pleasure rising quickly. I gripped her thighs firmly and thrust deep one final series of times.

"Now you’re going to feel everything," I growled.

Seraphina came first, her entire body convulsing, her pussy squeezing my cock in strong spasms while she cried out in pleasure. Her cum flowed hot. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low grunt, I came hard inside her, thick hot jets filling her pussy until it overflowed, running down her pale thighs and staining the sofa.

The pleasure was intense. I stayed inside her for a few seconds, feeling the last contractions, then slowly pulled my cock out, watching the white cum drip from her swollen pussy.

"On your knees," I ordered, my voice firm and satisfied.

Seraphina, completely exhausted, legs trembling, obeyed. She got off the sofa and knelt on the floor in front of me, her body sweaty and marked. Her messy red hair fell over her flushed face. She held my still-hard cock with trembling hands, looked up and opened her mouth, slowly swallowing the head. She started sucking with dedication, licking the mixed cum, her tongue running along the entire length, cleaning everything while looking at me with eyes watery from pleasure and fatigue.

I held her red hair with one hand, guiding the movement, slowly thrusting into her hot mouth. She sucked deep, gagging slightly but without stopping, saliva dripping down her chin.

"Good girl... that’s it," I murmured, watching her make the effort. "Suck everything I gave you."

After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Seraphina stayed there, kneeling, breathing with difficulty, her body limp, cum dripping down her thighs and chin, completely wrecked.

I leaned back on the sofa, looking at her with a satisfied smile on my lips. *Now I taught this arrogant noble that things won’t go as she planned. She thought she could control me, use me to get what she wanted... but I’m the one who’s going to control her. Completely.*

I ran my thumb over her swollen lip, wiping away some of the cum.

"Do you understand your place now, Seraphina?" I asked softly, my voice full of dominance. "Don’t think you can manipulate me. I decide how far this goes. And you’re going to want more... every time I want."

She just nodded slowly, still panting, her eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion, desire, and surrender.

The system blinked discreetly in my vision, registering the points gained. I smiled wider. The night was still not over for her.

The silence in the spacious living room of the Fou Holfort Mansion was heavy, almost tangible, broken only by the deep, hoarse, uneven sound of Seraphina’s breathing.

Kneeling on the plush carpet before me, her trembling legs barely able to support her own weight, she kept her head slightly lowered.

Her long crimson hair, once perfectly arranged, now fell in damp, disheveled strands across her flushed face, while her visibly swollen lips struggled to regain their breath after the marathon of lust we had shared.

She was the very image of physical and mental surrender; the pride and arrogance of her noble bloodline had been temporarily drowned in a torrent of submission and utter exhaustion.

I withdrew my fingers from her crimson hair and leaned back against the soft cushions of the wide sofa, coldly observing every detail of the state I had left her in.

It was at that exact moment of calm that the darkness of the room was pierced by the familiar bluish neon glow of the system.

The translucent screen floated directly before my eyes, emitting a faint pulse of light that displayed the final and detailed summary of everything that had taken place during that intense night.

[ DAILY MISSION COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY ]

Target: Seraphina Fou Holfort

Completion Time: 01:20:44

Submission Rate Achieved: 100% (Target Completely Broken)

[ VITAL POINTS (VP) REPORT ]

Previous Balance: 23,700 VP

Skill Consumption (Paratime + Bond): -2,500 VP

Submission Action Rewards (7x): +2,550 VP

Mission Completion Bonus: +3,000 VP

CURRENT TOTAL BALANCE: 26,750 VP

[ SPECIAL REWARD UNLOCKED ]

New Menu Tab Permanently Added: [SKILL CREATOR]

Description: The user now possesses the ability to design, shape, and customize entirely new abilities from scratch, using accumulated Vital Points as the fuel for creation.

Minimum Creation Cost: 5,000 VP

Technical Note: The base creation cost of 5,000 VP applies only to simple techniques. The cost will increase dynamically in increments of +5,000 VP or more, depending directly on the structural complexity, power scale, or tactical impact the newly created ability has on the material world.

I ran my eyes over the glowing lines dancing in the darkness, absorbing every piece of data with surgical coldness.

One specific detail in the report immediately caught my attention: this daily mission had operated under a far more complex and demanding mechanic than the previous ones.

Normally, the system was pragmatic; all I had to do was penetrate the target and climax inside the woman once for the objective to be validated and the completion screen to appear immediately.

This time, however, the task had escalated into a relentless percentage-based system.

For Seraphina’s submission rate to reach 100%, I had to drag her through multiple locations within that lower wing, breaking her pride piece by piece.

From the cold granite countertop of the main kitchen to the rustic wooden table where the servants ate their meals, ending in the most humiliating positions on the living room sofa, I forced her to take my thrusts over and over again.

I climaxed inside her nearly seven times, losing count at one point, until the system finally determined that the redhead’s mind had been completely broken and brought under my control.

It had been one hour and twenty minutes of continuous physical effort, but my current balance of 26,750 PV proved that the reward justified every drop of sweat I had shed.

The unlocking of the new tab, [Skill Creator], represented an unbelievable turning point for my long-term plans.

Having the ability to create a mystical technique from scratch meant that I would never again find myself cornered by unforeseen circumstances.

To Be Continued...