Apocalypse, the seventh day begins...
Derick woke up very early. Ever since his physical abilities were enhanced, he only needed two hours of sleep each night to replenish all the energy he expended during the day. He woke up the next day just as lively as ever.
He lay comfortably in bed, looking at the alluring and glamorous woman in his embrace. Her voluptuous body felt amazing to the touch, and his penis was still inside her swollen and ravished little hole, standing tall as if last night's passionate lovemaking didn't consu any of his energy.
Camilla, on the other hand, was lying quietly in the man's embrace. The dual impact, both ntally and physically, from last night had left her exhausted. Derick had brought her to climax seven or eight tis in a row, and her honey hole was still clinging onto his penis, unwilling to let go.
Derick slowly pulled his penis out from the beauty's little hole, the glans breaking free, rubbing against the wrinkled flesh folds. Every ti he withdrew a bit, it felt like his penis was being embraced so comfortably that it could explode. If it weren't for sothing to attend to today, he would have to ravish Camilla, this exceptional beauty, until she burst.
Camilla felt an unusual sensation in her lower body, as if sothing rough was rubbing against her vaginal flesh. She slightly frowned, but she was simply too exhausted. She turned over and wanted to continue sleeping.
But her movent caused the man's penis to be pulled out directly, leaving her little hole empty. The sen pumped inside last night had not been fully absorbed, and it spurted out along the wide-opened hole.
With an odd feeling in her lower body, even in her dream, Camilla sensed that sothing was off. She thought she might wet the bed and quickly opened her eyes.
Last night, Camilla had a dream—a dream she hadn't had in a long ti—of her husband displaying great prowess in bed. He made her climax multiple tis.
However, for so reason, her dream husband's physique was much better, and his penis was several tis thicker, exuding an unparalleled strength. He felt like a different person, but she struggled to get a clear view of her dream husband's face, feeling only a strong sense of familiarity.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw Derick looking at her with an amused expression. Her face changed, "You... you~"
"What's wrong? Don't rember being ravished to unconsciousness by your husband last night?" Derick laughed smugly.
Camilla's mory slowly cleared, and she realized she was lying naked beside the man. She rembered every detail of being forcefully taken by Derick last night, up until the mont she passed out.
"Beast..." She was stunned for two seconds, and her eyes turned red with anger. She wanted to slap Derick, but he easily dodged and grabbed her hand.
"Let go, let go of ... you bastard, you scumbag, rapist... ugh~ beast!" Camilla cursed, feeling heartbroken and desperate.
"Oh, didn't you enjoy being ravished last night? You even called your husband. Why are you changing your tune now? Want to murder your dear husband?" He teased the beautiful woman before him.
"Bastard... ugh~" Camilla repeated the sa words over and over, which, for soone of her status as a high-ranking lady, was the only bit of profanity she had ever used against soone.
"Oh my, who would have thought our mayor's wife, such an elegant and graceful beauty, would be peeing in front of a man..." Derick looked at Camilla's exposed lower body. She was so furious that she hadn't even noticed her own honey hole couldn't hold back the ejaculation and lascivious fluids, which were flowing down her thighs.
Camilla's face was in distress, and she felt like she was on the verge of collapsing. For soone like her, being forcefully raped by a stranger was already humiliating enough. Now, with her private parts spewing sen in broad daylight, it went beyond her sense of sha and moral boundaries.
Filled with despair, she looked at her disheveled lower body and a thought of death crossed her mind. Camilla rushed to the window, intending to jump out.
"Oh my..." Derick was taken aback, realizing he had gone too far. The extre pain, sadness, and sha had driven this beautiful woman to the brink of wanting to end her life. He quickly stopped her from jumping out of the window. Although it was just the second floor, it was still risky.
"Let go... let go of ~" Camilla stopped crying, looking coldly at the man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but a desire for death.
"Please, calm down," Derick was sweating, realizing he had pushed things too far.
"You can stop now, but you can't keep stopping from killing myself all the ti... Let go~" Camilla remained calm, looking at Derick coldly, her eyes full of despair.
Derick was at a loss. This was the first ti he had encountered a woman like her. Even when he forced himself on Zelda, she never sought death like this. He had ssed up with this delicate and beautiful woman, Camilla.
"Alright, I was wrong this ti. I shouldn't have humiliated you like that..." Derick embraced the beauty, trying to console her.
Camilla's expression remained unchanged, but she was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Derick, of all people, to apologize. In her view, begging him wouldn't have worked. Now, he was apologizing of his own accord, but that didn't dissuade her from the idea of ending her life.
"It's just because you are so beautiful. I couldn't control myself, and besides, it's the apocalypse now. You must have seen those won, abused by a group of n. If I hadn't saved you, do you think you would be better off than them in this apocalypse?" Derick struggled to reason with her.
Camilla's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. She knew very well what those won under Earl's n had to endure. They were treated as tools to satisfy their lust, brought out only when the n needed to vent.
They were subjected to a lineup of n taking turns, and at best, they were given a little food and water to keep them alive. Even so, so were eventually discarded when they got bored or resisted, thrown out to beco zombie food.
"Hmph... If it weren't for you, Earl might not have brought out either..." Camilla's eyes fluctuated, sounding sowhat resentful.
"If you think your mayor husband would have co to save you, think again. How far is this place from the city center? How long would it take for a helicopter to arrive? It's already the seventh day of the apocalypse, and there's no sign of your husband, right? Isn't he abandoning you?"
Derick quickly ca up with this, although he knew it made sense. Despite her husband being a mayor, his position wasn't that high, and with the complicated situation during the apocalypse, he might not have the ability to rescue her. Even if he did, the skies were no safer than the ground.
Derick's words struck at Camilla's heart. She had thought about it, but she didn't want to believe it. Her once loving and caring husband, who vowed to save her, was now unreachable. She had been violated and humiliated by a stranger, and that drove her to the brink of wanting to die.
"I told you the truth! It's just because you are too beautiful, too tempting. I couldn't resist, but don't worry, there's only here at this base, and I will make sure you are safe..." Seeing Camilla's interest piqued, Derick quickly tried to comfort her.
"Let go of ..." Camilla's eyes flickered, the desire for death dissipating to so extent.
Derick chuckled awkwardly, releasing his embrace and closing the window. Although he saw her giving up the idea of suicide, he couldn't be sure. He might be ruthless, but Camilla was now his woman, and he couldn't just stand by and watch her jump.
"Alright, rest for now. But rember, you are mine now, and no one can let you die without my permission, including yourself," Derick said, pinching her chin.
"Shaless..." Camilla scolded angrily, but his domineering words had a slight impact on her icy heart, although it was soon overwheld.
"I'll have soone bring you breakfast later. Stop thinking about suicide. Otherwise, I'll tie you up..." Derick waved his hand and said to Camilla.
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