Damien grunted again, a low, throaty sound that seed to vibrate through the small space of the kitchen.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid his long, thick cock out of Claire’s mouth with a soft, wet pop that echoed faintly in the air.
Claire’s eyes fluttered shut instinctively at the sudden release, the taste of his cock still lingering in her throat.
He didn’t move away entirely. Instead, his fingers brushed lightly against her jaw, guiding her to look at him, while the shaft of his cock tapped gently against her cheek.
"You’ve gotten a lot better at this," he said, his voice low and asured, carrying a hint of amusent that sent shivers down her spine.
Despite the intensity of what they had just done, despite everything that had happened just monts ago, Damien was still hard.
His length pressed against the fabric of his pants, thick and unyielding, an undeniable reminder of the power and stamina that seed to pulse through him endlessly.
Claire’s gaze drifted down involuntarily, her lips parting in shock as she took in the sight.
She could feel her heart racing, and a small shiver ran through her body at the unrelenting reminder of what he was capable of.
"I’m not yet satisfied," Damien added, the smirk in his voice faint but unmistakable.
Claire’s eyes widened slightly, and she gulped, feeling that he might take her against right at that mont.
But to her suprise, Damien simply chuckled.
"But don’t worry..." he said, his tone softening just enough to make the words almost comforting, "you can continue with the cooking."
With that, he tucked his cock neatly back into his pants, before leaving the kitchen.
The silence that followed seed almost deafening to Claire.
She exhaled, letting her shoulders slump slightly against the counter as she struggled to regain her composure.
Using the edge of the counter for leverage, she pushed herself upright, forcing herself to stand fully even as the tremors persisted, small shivers running up through her calves and thighs with every movent.
She adjusted her gown, tugging it carefully into place to cover herself properly.
The thin material fell more gracefully over her fra now, hiding the traces of her earlier disarray, but her face remained flushed, cheeks burning with a heat she couldn’t quite extinguish.
She pressed her palms to her flushed cheeks, biting her lower lip softly as a faint whisper escaped her, "I just can’t control myself around him..."
Claire sank briefly into her thoughts, reflecting on the wall of self-restraint she had thought she’d built around Damien.
She had imagined that at the very least, she would be able to resist him—hold firm against the pull of his presence and the heat he generated.
But the mont he touched her, all the careful defenses she had constructed crumbled instantly.
All she knew was that she needed his cock in her pussy, which kept aching.
Even now, she didn’t exactly want Damien to stop.
If possible, she would prefer he continued plowing her all through the day and maybe even throughout the night like he did the last ti.
However, she quickly shook her head, trying her best to rearrange her scattering thought.
A slight burning sll suddenly hit her nostrils, and her eyes widened in shock.
’The at!’ she thought, quickly opening the pot.
The mont she opened it, a huge amount of steam bursted out, causing her to cough a few tis.
Fortunately, the at had only started burning.
She simply turned it around, while exhaling at how close they were to getting burnt.
*
Damien stepped out of the kitchen, arriving back in the sitting room.
He exhaled, sinking down to the floor with his legs crossed in a lotus position front of him.
It wasn’t really like he enjoyed sitting on the floor every ti, but they didn’t have any furniture like sofas since they were poor, so he had no choice.
His eyes flicked to the corner of his vision, and for a mont, he thought of the notifications he had muted earlier.
With a faint smirk, he reached within his mind and deactivated the mute he had put on them.
The system’s alerts imdiately flooded his vision, bright and undeniable.
The first notification blinked before his eyes:
[Quest "I want to eat you" completed!]
[Reward Granted: 200 Hunter Points]
Imdiately following it, another alert appeared:
[Quest "Fuck Claire while she’s busy cooking" completed!]
[Reward Granted: 1500 Hunter Points]
Then more.
[Quest "Make Claire Cum while she’s busy cooking" completed!]
[Reward Granted: 2500 Hunter Points]
[Claire’s Corruption: 87%]
[Quest "Push Claire’s Corruption to 80%" completed!]
[Reward Granted: 3000 Hunter Points]
Damien’s eyes widened in genuine surprise as he read through the notifications.
Slowly, his lips curled into a smirk, dark and satisfied, as he realized just what he had accomplished.
"So many Hunter Points," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and asured, yet carrying a trace of disbelief.
His mind went over the events in the kitchen, and how he was finally able to bring Claire’s corruption up by nearly twenty percent.
It hadn’t been too difficult for him, since she was already very vulnerable to his touch.
Just a few calculated movents, and she had crumbled under his presence, craving him in ways she hadn’t before.
The realization of how much the system had rewarded him for such made the smirk on his lips deepen.
The sheer volu of Hunter Points granted for the interaction alone was staggering
. He could feel a quiet thrill coil in his chest, the tangible proof of his influence flashing clearly before him.
A soft, low chuckle escaped him, quiet yet full of satisfaction.
He leaned back slightly, letting the floor beneath him bear his weight as he thought to himself, ’With this, I’ve regained all the Hunter Points I spent.’
The one he had to focus on now was Nora, whose corruption hadn’t even reached seventy percent.
Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about her, then his lips curled up.
’Conquering Nora wouldn’t be too much of a problem, the two sisters... they’re going to submit to my cock eventually.’ he thought.
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