Breeding MILFs: Debauched Hero

The next morning.

It had been a while, so I went to meet Alpa’s bitch of a mother.

As her Master, if I didn’t educate her regularly, she might forget my face.

As I stopped by the territory and was about to head home, I ran into Alpa on the way.

The moment he saw me, his expression soured.

I greeted him cheerfully, right to his face.

"Oh my, look who it is? Still training, Alpa?"

"You’re a pain in the ass this morning."

"What? Care to say that again?"

I deliberately put on a serious face and approached him. He immediately backed away, shaking his head frantically.

You might be bulkier, but I’m the bigger man.

"W-wha-what? I said it’s good to see you!"

"Ah, it’s good to see me too, then! We’re just close, aren’t we? Haha."

"...And I’m a Hero starting today, you know? Can’t you see?"

Three halos of light glowed on Alpa’s chest.

Even a slow worm has its tricks. It seemed he had somehow achieved Runner Late-stage.

Well, I guess I should acknowledge what needs to be acknowledged.

"Right, well, it’s good that you’ve made progress. Do well as a Hero."

"You’re so damn arrogant, fuck."

Alpa brushed past my shoulder. I forgave him.

Yes, it’s fine for him to live with that kind of anger. How frustrating must it be for him?

"If you do well, won’t your mother, who carries my seed, be happy?"

I arrived at Alpa’s house. Without knocking, I simply opened the door and walked in. A Master doesn’t need to knock when entering a slave’s house.

"Son, did you leave something behind? H-huh!"

Anya Dos Santos, who had come out of the kitchen thinking it was Alpa, saw me and her lime-green eyes widened as if they would pop out.

"What, why are you so surprised?"

"Ah, no... Th-that, no...."

"Who am I?"

"Lu-Lucian Vane.... The Hero and the Lord of Weaverpool Territory...."

"That’s right, my slave."

I approached her. I pressed my body against hers in one swift motion.

I lifted her skirt and ran my hand down her buttocks. I kneaded them all the way down to her thighs.

Her well-maintained figure, which hadn’t lost its firmness, was clearly felt.

Anya looked troubled.

"Just a moment, my son might come in...."

"That would be even better. The Master personally showing his face to a slave’s child. What, are you displeased?"

When I took a high-handed stance, Anya immediately put on a smile of submission. It was a lowly and vulgar smile.

"Ah, no... Heuut♥"

By the way, my eyes went to Anya’s outfit. She was wearing a black dress and thin black flat shoes.

"Is today a special day? Why are you dressed like this?"

"It’s Alpa’s father’s death anniversary."

"Is that so? I didn’t know."

Many things must have happened. Well, it’s not like I have an omniscient debauched perspective.

"You d-don’t need to know... Eunghm... haang♥"

I pressed my index and middle fingers together and thrust them into Anya’s pussy hole.

Normally, I should have done foreplay before thrusting. But since the Master was thrusting into a slave’s pussy anyway, foreplay was a luxury.

Squelch-Squelch-Squelch!

Anya bit her lower lip and shook her head, pressed against the wall.

"I, I’m not in the mood right now...."

"Since when."

I stopped my hand movements.

"Did a slave talk back to her Master, bringing up ’moods’?"

Then I raised my hand. My hand, drenched with pussy juice, glistened in the light.

"Should we end our relationship like this? You want to be abandoned, don’t you, you fucking bitch?"

When I glared at her, Anya’s face turned pale. She immediately knelt down, showing a gesture of submission.

"I’m sorry! But... Master is too sexy right now...Haa...♥"

"Alright, then let’s have breakup sex. Is that enough?"

"What? N-no! Breakup sex? Please...!"

Anya looked up at me, pleading. I looked down at her and sneered.

"A mere sex slave can’t disrespect her Master and still claim ownership. Don’t you agree, you fucking bitch...!"

I slapped Anya in the butt and she collapsed on her knee.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. I went to Alpa’s room.

I grinned, looking at the messy, cluttered room.

It was a room typical of Alpa. Anya’s humiliation would be doubled here, wouldn’t it? Hehehe.

"This place would be good."

"Ugh, this is my son’s room...."

"Yes, it’s the room of the brat you birthed. We’ll have breakup sex here. How about it?"

I even kindly asked for her opinion. Anya turned pale and shook her head.

"Please, Master! Don’t, don’t abandon me. I’m lonely, no one would look at someone like me...!"

"You should have been kinder. You fucking whore, do you treat anyone well besides those mushrooms?"

I slapped her hard on the butt. My anger wasn’t appeased, so I slapped both her cheeks equally.

Anya, who had fallen sideways, got up again. She pulled down my pants and grabbed my dick with both hands.

She rubbed it against her face, smiling with her eyes.

"Haa, Master’s scent after so long. I missed this smell...heut♥"

"Look at you pretending to be happy to see me? It seems you need some education. Get up."

"Yesh♥"

Anya got up with a seductive laugh. I immediately tore her clothes to shreds and slap her butt.

"Do you like it?"

"Master, my butt... Haaahk."

Smack!

"Do you like ittt?"

"Heeuk...! H-I’m getting aroused...♥"

It was astonishing. To think she’d adapt to even this. She really is a total fucking whore.

"Right, do you like it?"

I kept hitting her. Her butt trembled so much that it turned red with bruises.

I hit her, hit her, and hit her again.

"Why do you keep collapsing? Don’t you want to play? I hit you as gently as stroking an ant."

"Heuk... Hehe♥ No, I like it... Master has given me grace, hasn’t he♥"

"Right, I give grace even to a lowly bitch like you. And you treat me like a bug? You’re out of line, you fucking whore."

I delivered a mighty smack. Anya gave a lewd, eye-smiling glance.

"No, I...♥"

I whispered to the collapsed Anya after healing her bruises.

"See, I fixed your bruises. Have you ever seen such a kind Master?"

Even to my absurd question, Anya stuck out her tongue.

Instead, her eyes formed arcs.

She drooled and laughed.

"I love it so muchhh♥ I must be a slave-bitch who met a good Master♥"

"That’s right. You should know your place. Now, spread your legs."

As if she had been waiting, she lay on the bed and spread her legs.

Her plump D-cup breasts jiggled, and her firm thighs were already sparsely coated with vaginal fluid.

Squelch!

I immediately inserted.

"This time, I’m going to go hard, alright? You might die?"

"Heuheut... Kill me♥"

Seeing her natural slut-like smile, I thrust my dick with all my might.

I moved my hips at a maddening speed.

Plap-Plap-Plap!

The bed Anya was lying on began to shake precariously. Regardless, I bombarded her greatly expanding pussy hole with my dick.

Anya’s lips curved up to her ears as she laughed. She screamed.

"Eungh....haaang..heut♥ Good, gooood....aaahhng♥ Master, I’ve been waiting! I’ve been waiting to be impaled by Master’s gracious dickkk♥"

"Really?"

"I’ve always been waiting! At-haaang♥ I love your dick that comes all the way to my filthy cheap womb to stab meee♥"

"What a fucking whore."

I piston-thrust with the force to grind her into powder. Every time my dick extended with force, Anya’s lower belly would bulge out and then recede.

I also wondered when this bitch would get pregnant.

Plap-Plap-Plap!

I thrust my dick in at an oblique angle. Anya kept smiling, her legs spread wide apart.

"Aaaahhhng...haaang♥"

"A bitch who’s moaning and sweating on her son’s bed, what kind of mother is that?"

I deliberately mocked Anya. Anya nodded.

She overtly squeezed her own breasts hard and even swayed her hips from side to side.

"He-eung...heut♥ That’s righttt♥ I’m a fucking bitch who doesn’t deserve to be a mother.. Master’s very own fucking bitch...aaahhhng♥"

Squelch-Squelch-Squelch!

"Good, a sex slave should be this obedient. As a reward, I’ll cum inside you."

"R-really...?"

"Yes, so you can forget that bastard you called your husband. Good, right?"

Anya paused for a moment. Was her heart changing?

But instead, she laughed. Brightly, as if she had been saved. And she shed hot tears.

"Hooooo♥ Haaah....haaang♥"

Anya writhed her body, enjoying the sex to the fullest. I, too, swayed my hips counter-clockwise, thrusting into every corner of Anya’s body.

Then I reached out and grabbed both her breasts. I squeezed them until they turned red, then released them, and pounded her pussy.

I pointed at her lower belly.

"Grow bigger!"

The Sacred Object reacted to my command. My dick began to expand and grow a size larger inside Anya’s body.

Anya gasped and shook her head. She must have felt the danger.

"Eunghhk♥ Wait, it’s, it’s too big! Haaang...Master’s thing is too big! Haaaa♥ It’s going to pierce everything, pierce all my insides!"

"Pierce or not, you fucking whore. Shut your mouth!"

Squelch!

I slapped her and piston-thrust with all my might.

My dick literally churned inside Anya’s body.

Even so, she seemed to feel ecstasy rather than pain, and she wet herself.

"Eung...heut♥ heuok...!"

I grinned and grabbed Anya’s pelvis. To prevent her from escaping.

"My dick is a dick that will pierce the heavens!"

I shouted loud enough to make the house echo, and pulled my hips back with all my might. Then, with the surging sensation of ejaculation, I thrust my hips forward with full force.

Even then, Anya’s eyes were wide and white, and she was smiling happily.

Her face was still tear-streaked. And so, impaled on my dick, I ejaculated.

Splurt-Splurttt-Spluuuuuurrrrrrrrt!!!

[Affection for ’Anya Dos Santos’ increased!]

[Current Affection with ’Anya Dos Santos’: Subjugation♥♥♥♥♥→Obsessive Obedience!]

How strange. There are no higher ranks, and it ends with Obsessive Obedience.

"Shrink."

First, I returned my dick to its original size.

"Heal completely."

At my single word, Anya was restored to her original state.

As she finally caught her breath, I casually tossed out a remark.

"Bitch, I’m hungry. Make me something delicious."

"Yes, ye-hes, Master...♥"

Today, I guess I’ll just spend my time here!