Harem Overlord: I ALWAYS Finish Quick!
Chapter 87 To Cum Or Not To Cum [R-18] (1)

Pure passion boiled inside Ryan as Milf drew in close. Her tits brushed against him with each breath, causing his head to spin.

'She seems to have an aphrodisiac power similar to mine,' Ryan thought. 'Well, two can play at that game.'

Activating his aura, Ryan wrapped his arms around MIlf's waist and pushed her flush body against his.

She gasped at the sudden force behind the move as they both looked into each other's eyes, feeling a wave of lust roll through them.

"Mmm…" she moaned as Ryan pulled her body harder into him.

Her crimson eyes looked into his green ones, silently pleading for him to continue until she couldn't take anymore.

Ryan obliged by pressing Milf against him while he pressed down upon her back. Her face was bright red as she continued to look back into his emerald eyes that seemed to burn into her.

Milf reached up with one hand and placed it on the back of his head before pulling herself closer still. "Please," she whispered urgently. "I've waited so long."

As soon as their lips met, Ryan could feel his already aching dick raging inside his pants, pulsing with every heartbeat, begging for her touch, her body, anything.

'Fuck Ryan, this isn't earth. You can't cum in your pants.'

As their tongues entwined and danced in each other's mouths, Ryan realized this wasn't an ordinary kiss. Instead, he felt an overwhelming pressure that threatened to make him explode if he didn't let go, or he would surely die from the sheer ecstasy that assaulted him.

Although Ryan wasn't the only one struggling, the girl pushing her tongue down his throat had no idea how to control the pleasure her body was experiencing.

She had been waiting for this moment her entire life but had never imagined it being with someone like him—someone so young and fresh.

She was born and bred for this moment to make the soon-to-be vessel lower their guard. So they could be taken over before the soul battle even began.

But now she was losing grip of reality, unsure what to do next, and unable to control herself as she fell into a deeper state of bliss than ever dreamed possible.

As much as she tried to control her emotions, Milf was too far gone as she pressed harder against his chest while squeezing his rock-hard cock against his trousers, causing a strangled moan out of Ryan as they continued kissing passionately.

'You're supposed to be trying to conquer this tower, Ryan! Don't forget your mission!' he thought while enjoying her body squashing against his even more. His heart pounded faster and faster as he struggled with himself.

Breaking away from their kiss, Ryan noticed that Milf looked surprised by this and by the fact that he hadn't given in yet despite everything.

"Why did you break our kiss?" She asked, staring directly into his eyes.

Ryan knew why but couldn't explain it to her since it wasn't something he understood.

As he was thinking, his gaze wandered downwards before stopping on her lips.

Seeing them quivering in anticipation made him think twice about answering her honestly.

She quickly glanced down at the bulge in his pants and then back at him as she started licking her red lips in anticipation of him saying yes or no.

Although some of him wanted to give into this woman and fuck the shit out of her until she begged for mercy and/or died from pleasure, another stronger, older voice warned him to run far and fast.

Ryan couldn't explain what this voice sounded like, only that the word 'ancient' resonated within him.

Ryan hurriedly thought of a solution, as his energy vision told him he couldn't fight this woman.

"How about we play a little game?" Ryan asked, a smile forming on his dry lips.

"What kind of game?" Milf questioned, tilting her head.

"Let's call it, to cum or not to cum."

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Milf lay strapped and naked to a table she had brought out of a spatial bag.

Ryan was suspicious of why someone would be holding a table with metal clamps, straps, and buckles all over the top.

Although he tried talking with her before they began the session, Ryan soon found it pointless as the same questions kept coming back at him each time he attempted to engage her in conversation. It seemed she wasn't interested in any topic other than getting fucked hard.

"Again, the game is whether or not I can get you to beg me to let you cum," Ryan explained. "If you say those magic words, I win, and it's the same as me having bested you in battle."

"What happens if you don't succeed?" She asked curiously.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself around me," he answered truthfully. "But if you don't beg me within 10 minutes, I'll let you take over my mind like you were planning."

Milf's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open as she struggled against the bindings.

"What?! How did you know?!" She cried out.

"I mean… uh… nothing special," Ryan shrugged, pursing his lips and looking away.

"So, swear the heavenly oath, and let's begin!" Ryan shouted, making sure anyone watching would hear loud and clear.

Gritting her teeth, Milf swore the oath, as did Ryan.

After the heavens confirmed that the oath was official, a clock appeared in front of them that started ticking.

The only thing that mattered now was to make this woman so delirious that she'd say whatever he wanted.

Walking unhurriedly towards Milf, Ryan ran a hand up her leg as he kissed her neck softly. Her body responded instantly with a moan of pleasure coming forth.

He continued moving upward until he reached her breasts, held captive by metal clamps with dangling chains attached.

With gentle movements, he played with one breast while teasing another with his tongue and kissing all over it before taking her nipples between his fingers and lightly squeezing them before pulling back and flicking her nipple back and forth on his tongue.

He looked back to see the color leaving her face, but still, the woman showed no signs of begging. 'Maybe she is trying to resist...'

"That's enough playing," Ryan said to her as he stepped behind the table and leaned against its edge. "Let's get down to the good stuff."

"Oh god..." she whimpered as she tried resisting his advances. "Please… don't hurt me."

Milf had never been naked in front of someone. It made her feel vulnerable, which scared and aroused her at the same time.

The man in front of her was an unknown entity that could do anything he wanted for her. But, unfortunately, she hadn't thought the situation through. He could ruin her insides with some poisonous substance or break her limbs with just a flick of his wrist if she didn't obey him properly.

He might be handsome, but she doubted she would ever forget her helplessness when bound while this stranger saw her nudeness.

Ryan bent over her and placed his hands against her thighs. His palms were warm, his touch light. He pulled her legs apart as his gaze drifted toward her crotch.

(To Be Continued...)