10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties

Chapter 156: A

Elizabeth’s thighs trembled harder around my head. Her silver curls tickled my nose as I pressed deeper, thrusting my tongue into her tight, fluttering channel.

I fucked her slowly with my tongue, curling it to scoop out more of her flowing nectar, then returned to her clit to suck harder.

Two fingers slid back inside her soaked pussy, pumping in a steady, deep rhythm while my mouth focused entirely on her clit. I curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, feeling her walls clench and ripple around me.

Her breathing had turned into controlled, measured inhales, but the wet, obscene sounds of my mouth devouring her pussy echoed loudly—slurping, sucking, licking.

Thick strands of her arousal coated my chin and dripped down my neck.

I looked up at her without stopping. Her silver eyes were half-lidded now, cheeks flushed, yet she still tried to maintain that cold, imperial expression. It only made the sight more erotic.

I sucked her clit harder, fingers plunging faster, curling relentlessly. My free hand reached up again to squeeze and knead one of her heavy, saliva-slick breasts, pinching the nipple in time with my tongue.

A low, throaty sound finally escaped her—half moan, half surprised exhale. Her hips began to rock subtly against my face again, seeking more pressure.

I devoured her relentlessly, building her higher and higher. My tongue lashed her clit, fingers fucked her drenched core with wet, squelching strokes, and my hand mauled her breast with possessive hunger.

Her powerful body started to tense. Her thighs clamped tighter around my head. Her silver hair spilled wildly over her shoulders as her head fell back.

"Mother... let it happen again," I growled against her soaking pussy. "Cum on my tongue. I want to drink every drop."

Her walls suddenly clenched violently around my fingers. A sharp, beautiful cry tore from her throat—louder this time, raw and uncontrolled.

Her pussy spasmed and gushed, flooding my mouth with hot, sweet nectar as a powerful orgasm crashed through her.

I kept sucking and fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor, every pulse, until she was shaking and gasping.

Before she could fully come down, I doubled my efforts—sucking her oversensitive clit harder, fingers pumping faster, forcing a second, even more intense climax right on the heels of the first.

Her entire body convulsed. Her regal mask shattered further as a longer, throaty moan escaped her.

Her hips bucked desperately against my face, smearing her juices across my lips and chin while wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her warrior body.

I drank her down greedily, moaning into her pussy, my own cock leaking profusely in my pants from the sheer intensity of making my cold, untouchable mother cum so hard.

Only when her thighs finally loosened and her breathing came in ragged, heavy gasps did I slowly pull my fingers out and lift my head.

My face was drenched in her essence, lips swollen, silver eyes burning with dark hunger as I looked up at her flushed, beautiful face.

Elizabeth sat there, chest heaving, silver hair disheveled, breasts glistening with my saliva, her pussy still twitching and leaking onto the chair.

For a long moment she simply stared at me, silver eyes heavy with lingering pleasure and confusion.

Then, suddenly, her expression sharpened.

Her head snapped toward the grand doors of the chamber. Her body tensed, warrior instincts flaring to life in an instant.

"Someone is coming," she said, voice once again cold and commanding, though still slightly husky from her moans. "It is your father."

In one fluid, powerful motion, she pushed me away from between her legs. Her strength was immense—I was sent stumbling back several steps despite my size.

She rose swiftly from the chair, her movements precise and regal even as her body still trembled faintly.

With practiced efficiency, she pulled her clothing back into place, covering her heaving breasts and closing her battle attire.

She adjusted her panties with one quick motion, though the fabric was utterly soaked.

Her long silver hair was smoothed back with a single pass of her hand, returning some of her icy composure.

"Compose yourself," she ordered me sternly, silver eyes flashing with authority. "He must not suspect anything. This... examination is over for now."

She turned toward the doors, posture straight and imperious once more, though the faint flush on her cheeks and the lingering wetness between her thighs told a different story.

I quickly wiped my face and adjusted my painfully hard cock, heart still racing from the intensity of what we had just done.

The heavy doors began to open.

The Ice Empress stood tall and cold again, as if nothing had happened—yet deep in her silver eyes, something new had awakened.

And I knew this was far from the end.

My cock was still painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum like a broken faucet as I watched my father enter the pavilion with regal grace.

His face was calm, but a brief flash of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw us — mother and son — standing there together.

"Are you guys finally bonding with each other?" he asked with a warm smile, stepping closer.

Elizabeth paused, her elegant face unreadable. She clearly had no idea how to explain that her own son had just been on his knees, tongue buried deep inside her dripping cunt, greedily licking up every drop of her sweet, forbidden juices.

She remained perfectly silent, that icy composure never breaking.

WLogan’s pupils contracted slightly.

The atmosphere around him instantly turned colder.

Escape its gaze?

Astra’s words echoed through his mind like a warning bell.

For the first time since entering this world, a faint sense of danger crawled slowly across Logan’s spine.

Not the kind born from enemies.

Not the kind born from monsters.

But from being watched.

Constantly.

Silently.

Logan’s fingers tapped lightly against the table.

Once.

Twice.

Then stopped.

Luna noticed the subtle shift in his expression almost immediately.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." Logan answered too quickly.

Luna narrowed her eyes slightly, but didn’t press further.

The room returned to silence.

A quiet, suffocating silence.

Logan lowered his gaze slightly, thoughts moving rapidly beneath his calm exterior.

If Astra’s mission specifically stated that The Shadow was watching him even now, then that meant one thing.

Raven’s surveillance abilities were even more terrifying than he had initially expected.

No.

Perhaps not Raven.

The god behind him.

Logan’s eyes darkened faintly.

The problem wasn’t merely being watched.

It was that he had absolutely no idea how.

Shadow? Darkness? Reflection? Presence?

There were too many possibilities.

And the worst part was that Raven himself might not even need to actively observe him.

The god could simply be doing it directly.

’Escape its gaze...’

The wording bothered him.

Not block.

Not fight.

Escape.

Meaning Astra already understood that confronting it directly right now was impossible.

Logan slowly leaned back in his chair, exhaling quietly.

His eyes drifted unconsciously toward the darker corners of the room.

The shadows beneath the table.

Behind the curtains.

Under the bed.

For a brief moment, they almost felt alive.

Luna suddenly rubbed her arms lightly.

"Why does it suddenly feel colder?"

Logan’s gaze flickered.

A cold breeze brushed against the curtains despite the windows remaining shut.

His expression stayed calm, but inwardly, his thoughts sharpened instantly.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Logan’s thoughts rapidly shifted away from the strange atmosphere in the room and back toward the system notification.

Kill Ethan.

The mission itself felt absurd.

No.

Monstrous.

Ethan wasn’t just some random character.

He was the protagonist of the original story.

The center of countless plotlines.

The man who was supposed to rise endlessly no matter what stood in his way.

Yet Astra had still issued the mission.

Meaning one thing was obvious.

Ethan could die.

Logan slowly lowered his gaze, deep in thought.

Back when he wrote the novel, Ethan’s greatest strength early on wasn’t power.

It was momentum.

Every event around him constantly pushed him upward.

Lucky encounters.

Hidden inheritances.

Unexpected allies.

Even enemies somehow ended up helping him grow stronger.

If Logan wanted to kill him, then he needed to do it before that momentum fully formed.

Before Ethan truly became the protagonist the world revolved around.

Luna watched Logan quietly from the bed.

Although he looked calm externally, his silence somehow felt heavier now.

Sharper.

More dangerous.

"Logan? Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

Logan turned toward her, the killing intent in his eyes receding almost instantly.

"Yeah. I was just thinking of something." He paused briefly before adding, "Ethan will be joining us for the mission, is that alright with you?"

"Ethan? Why?" Luna looked genuinely confused. Ethan had attacked Logan previously, so why did he still want to bring him on the mission?

Logan smiled faintly, but there was a chill hidden beneath it.

"He’ll likely be helpful. His origin ability is going to be useful for where we’re going."

"Alright." Luna finally agreed. Not like she had any problems with it in the first place.

Logan closed the mission tab.

There were no descriptions for the missions.

No explanations.

Just plain, simple, direct objectives.

Logan guessed it was likely because he had discovered the truth about Ethan that he could now kill him.

’I wonder when I’ll meet the next chosen one.’ Logan thought to himself.

Although he felt pressured, a part of him was genuinely pleased.

Things had finally become more interesting.

’This game of chess is no longer between Ethan and I. In fact, Ethan is already about to be removed from the board. Rather, it’s between Raven and I now.’

Logan wanted to see just how much Raven would throw at him.

Luna stared at him for a few seconds longer before finally lying back down on the bed.

Although she still felt something was off about Logan tonight, exhaustion eventually overtook her curiosity.

"You’re seriously terrifying sometimes..." she muttered softly.

Logan merely smiled faintly without responding.

The room gradually fell silent once more.

Only the occasional rustling of curtains could be heard as the cold night breeze drifted through the slightly opened window.

Luna’s breathing slowly steadied.

Eventually, she fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Logan remained seated by the table.

Motionless.

His fingers rested lightly against the wooden surface as countless thoughts moved through his mind.

Chosen ones.

Gods.

The Primordial of Creation.

And Ethan.

The protagonist he himself had created.

Now reduced to a target.

Logan’s gaze remained fixed on the darkness outside the window.

Calm.

Quiet.

But beneath that calmness, his thoughts continued sharpening endlessly.

He had originally believed entering this world meant surviving the plot.

Now, however...

He realised something else entirely.

The story no longer belonged to Ethan.

Nor did it belong to the gods.

If everything truly had become real...

Then even fate itself could bleed.

A faint smile slowly surfaced on Logan’s lips.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

The night passed quietly after that.

Gradually, the darkness began to recede.

The first rays of morning light filtered softly through the curtains, spilling across the room in pale gold.

Dust particles drifted lazily through the thin streams of sunlight.

Luna stirred faintly on the bed.

Her brows furrowed slightly before her eyes slowly opened.

For a moment, she looked disoriented.

Then her gaze landed on Logan.

Still seated at the table.

Exactly where he had been the entire night.

Luna blinked slowly.

"You didn’t sleep?"

Logan’s eyes shifted toward her calmly.

"No."

Luna sat up slowly, her hair slightly messy from sleep.

"You stayed there all night just thinking?"

"Mostly."

She stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

"You’re honestly weird."

Logan gave a faint shrug.

Outside, the academy was already beginning to wake up.

Voices echoed faintly in the distance.

Footsteps.

Movement.

Another day had begn.

Father clicked his tongue lightly and turned to me. "Son, I want to have a private conversation with your mother. Later you two can continue your... family bonding moment."

’Later...’ The word sent a dark, vicious surge of heat straight to my brain. If only he knew that I had just devoured his wife’s soaked pussy like a starving beast, my tongue fucking her tight hole while she quietly came all over my face.

The sheer taboo made my cock twitch violently in my pants, leaking even more.