"I... I want to watch us... the mirrors... ride you while you take control of completely..."
The system pulsed once in his vision.
[CHOICE REGISTERED: C – Reverse Cowgirl Degenerate Control]
[CONFIRM? Y/N]
Akira didn’t hesitate. He replied in his mind, "Confirm Option C."
He pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock still glistening with her cream and his own earlier load.
Ayaka whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her thighs trembling. Akira sat up against the headboard and spread his legs, his thick shaft standing straight and angry-red, veins pulsing.
He slapped his own cock once against his palm, the wet smack echoing.
"Get on ," he ordered. "Face the mirror. I want you to see every inch of your greedy hole swallowing my cock while I wreck you."
Ayaka obeyed instantly.
She turned with her ass facing him and straddled his lap backward.
The full wall mirror showed everything: her perfect heart-shaped ass, the glistening pink slit between her thighs already dripping down her inner legs, his thick cock waiting below like a weapon.
She reached back with both hands, spreading her ass cheeks wide so he could see her tight little asshole winking above her soaked pussy.
She sank down slowly.
The fathead parted her puffy lips, stretching her open inch by inch.
Her inner walls gripped him like a fist, still fluttering from her last climax.
"Ahhhhhhh~~" Ayaka moaned long and broken as she took him deeper, her ass cheeks spreading wider the lower she went.
When her ass finally t his pelvis, she was fully impaled... his cock buried to the root, balls pressed tight against her clit.
"Look at us," he growled, grabbing her hips. "Look how your pussy stretches around ."
In the mirror she could see it all: her pale body arched, tits bouncing lightly, his thick shaft disappearing completely into her stretched hole, creamy rings of her juices coating every inch.
Her crimson eyes locked on the reflection, pupils blown wide.
Akira reached up and wrapped one hand lightly around her slender throat. His grip wasn’t choking her hard, but it was just enough to feel her pulse racing under his palm, enough to make her gasp and clench harder around him.
His other hand cracked down on her right ass cheek... hard.
PAAAHHHH!!!
The sharp slap echoed in the room and her ass jiggled, a bright red handprint blooming instantly.
"Ride ," he commanded. "Fuck yourself on my cock like the needy little demon you are."
Ayaka obeyed with a desperate whine.
She lifted until only the tip remained inside, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft, then slamd back down. The wet squelch was filthy and loud, echoing off the walls. Her ass bounced against his hips with every drop, tits jiggling wildly in the reflection.
He slapped her other cheek harder. "Faster."
She obeyed, riding him like she was possessed.
Her hips rolled and ground, clit grinding against his balls on every downstroke. The mirrors captured it all: her ass rippling with each impact, his cock glistening with her cream, thick white froth building at the base where they joined.
Saliva from earlier still glistened on her chin and chest; now, fresh sweat slicked her skin, making her glow under the pink lights.
Akira tightened his grip on her throat just a fraction, enough to make her moan break into a choked sob of pleasure. "You love watching yourself get fucked, don’t you? Watching your tight pussy take every inch like a good slut."
"Yes... fuck... yes, Master..." Her voice cracked. "I love seeing how wide you stretch ... how deep you go..."
He rewarded her with another hard slap to her ass, then reached around to pinch her swollen clit between his thumb and finger, rolling it roughly.
Ayaka scread, pussy clamping down so tight he almost ca on the spot. Her third orgasm hit like a freight train; her whole body seized, imr walls spasming wildly, squirting clear fluid around his cock in hot bursts that soaked his thighs and the sheets.
The essence transfer surged and crimson light exploded from her core, flooding back into him and straight into her. The system chid:
[ESSENCE FEEDING: 75%]
[PROGRESS ACCELERATING]
Akira didn’t let her co down. He thrust up to et her drops, pounding into her from below while she rode. The bed creaked violently. Her ass cheeks clapped against his hips... wet, rhythmic slaps that mixed with her broken moans and the squelching of her overstuffed cunt.
He slapped her ass again: left, right, left, each crack leaving brighter handprints. "Look at your reflection," he snarled. "Look how your pussy creams for . Look how full of cock you are."
Ayaka stared at the mirror, eyes glassy with lust.
She could see everything: her flushed face, mouth open in a constant moan, tits bouncing, ass rippling, and his thick shaft pistoning in and out of her stretched hole, white cream frothing and dripping down his balls.
"Choke harder..." she begged.
Akira tightened his hand around her throat... still controlled, but enough to make her vision blur at the edges with pleasure. Her pussy fluttered at the intense feeling coursing through her. He felt her pulse hamring against his palm.
"Cum again," he ordered. "Milk dry. Take every drop."
Just like a command, Ayaka shattered... again.
Her fourth orgasm tore through her and she scread his na as her body convulsed, her pussy spasming so hard it dragged him over the edge with her.
Akira roared, burying himself to the balls and exploding. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, painting her womb in heavy pulses. Her walls fluttered and milked him greedily, drawing out every spurt, converting his seed into pure demonic essence.
The transfer reached its peak as crimson light blazed between them. It flooded her veins until her entire body glowed bright and healthy. Her exhaustion vanished, replaced by power that crackled in the air around her.
[ESSENCE FEEDING: 100%]
[COMPLETE]
[ 1800 PP]
[New Skill Unlocked: Mirror Lust Echo (Lvl 1) – Reflections of past sexual acts can be summoned as illusions to boost morale or distract enemies in combat. Duration scales with recent H-Scenes.]
[Harem Link Upgrade: 1 Slot – New mber affinity boost active]
Akira’s cock throbbed one last ti inside her, the final weak pulses emptying the rest of his load into her still-clenching heat.
The room slled heavily of sex... musky demon nectar, salt, sweat, and the sharp, tallic tang of overflowing essence.
Ayaka stayed seated on him for a long mont, her hips giving tiny, involuntary rolls as aftershocks rippled through her.
Every small movent made her walls flutter, milking out another thin dribble of seed.
Finally, she lifted herself just enough for his softening-but-still-thick cock to slip free of her pussy. Then she collapsed backward against his chest, legs splayed wide, her entrance still gaping slightly from the brutal stretch.
Her crimson glow now filled the room like soft firelight, healthy and strong, pulsing in ti with her slowing heartbeat. The exhaustion that had hollowed her cheeks and dimd her eyes was entirely gone; she looked radiant, dangerous, and alive.
Akira wrapped both arms around her. One hand lazily cupped the underside of her heavy breast, his thumb brushing the stiff nipple in slow circles, while the other rested possessively on her lower belly, fingers splayed over the faint bulge where he had been buried monts ago.
Turning her head, her crimson eyes bright and sated, she kissed him slowly and deeply.
"Thank you," she whispered against his lips. "I feel... whole again. Stronger than before. Like I could burn this whole city down if you asked to."
Akira smirked against her temple. "Tempting. But let’s save the arson for after breakfast."
A low, throaty laugh that vibrated through both of them escaped her lips. Her core gave one last lazy clench at nothing, pushing out another thick pearl of cum that slid down her slit and dripped onto his skin.
They lay there in comfortable silence, catching their reflection in the ceiling mirror. Ayaka followed his gaze upward, studying the cheap aesthetic of the room. "This place is terrible," she murmured with a small, satisfied smile tugging at her swollen lips.
Akira huffed a quiet laugh, pulling her just a little closer. "Yeah. It really is."
"But I don’t care." She curled closer against him. "I’d do this again. Even here."
"Even with the ceiling mirror?"
She glanced up at their reflection again, a small smile playing on her lips. "Especially with the ceiling mirror. It’s kind of fascinating in a trashy way."
They both laughed softly.
The mont of levity faded, and Ayaka’s expression turned serious. "Earlier tonight, when you paused while helping walk... Sakura’s corruption finished, didn’t it?"
Akira was quiet for a mont. "Yes."
"Do you feel anything about that?"
He stared at the ceiling, considering the question honestly. "Satisfaction. And sothing else I can’t quite na."
"Guilt?"
"Maybe. Or regret that it had to be this way."
Ayaka propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him. "It didn’t have to be. You chose it."
"I know."
"When you take her back... when the bond transfers to you after the Domain Battle..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "You’ll feel what Valerius feels right now. Total power over another person’s will. Complete control."
"I know what corruption does."
"Do you?" Her crimson eyes searched his face. "Because I don’t think you understand how intoxicating it is. How addictive. I know because... because I’ve done it before."
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