My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 317: 317. Let’s See Who’s Going To Squirt All Over The Place!**

A dark, predatory grin spread across Mike’s face, a look that wasn’t just handsome; it was terrifying. It was the smile of a man who knew he held absolute power over the two beautiful creatures before him, a smile that belonged to a beautiful, lustful monster.

His eyes glinted with a wicked, sadistic sort of playfulness as he looked from Ellie’s manic expression to Haruka’s awakened hunger.

"Oh, so you want it raw? You want the real thing?" Mike’s voice dropped an octave, becoming a gravelly, menacing purr that sent shivers racing down their spines. "Then we’re going to play a little game first."

"A test to see who’s truly worthy of being the first one to take this monster inside them."

He stepped back slightly, looming over them like a dark god, his massive cock twitching with an aggressive, rhythmic pulse.

Thump... thump... thump...

"Lay down," he commanded, the authority in his voice leaving no room for argument. "Side by side."

"On your backs. Let me see exactly what I’m working with."

The women obeyed instantly, their bodies moving with a frantic, desperate grace. They sprawled out on the messy, semen-stained mattress, their legs parting instinctively as they lay shoulder to shoulder.

The sound of their skin sliding against the damp sheets was a soft, wet "shhh slap..."

Mike crawled over them, his heavy, muscular weight pressing into the mattress, creating a sense of overwhelming presence. He didn’t go for his cock immediately; instead, he hovered over them, his shadow swallowing them both.

He reached down, his large, tan hands moving with a terrifying precision toward their crotches.

"Squelch... squish... mmm..."

He drove his thick, powerful fingers into their soaking wet folds. He began to work them simultaneously, his hands moving in a brutal, rhythmic dance of stimulation.

He wasn’t being gentle; he was digging, swirling, and stretching, his fingers acting like heavy pistons inside their most sensitive depths.

"AHHH! OH GOD, MIKE!" Ellie shrieked, her back arching off the bed as his fingers hit her G spot with punishing accuracy.

Her hips began to buck wildly, her hands clutching at the sheets. "YES! HARDER! TEAR ME OPEN!"

Haruka, meanwhile, let out a long, shaky moan, her eyes fluttering as she felt the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his touch. "Hnnn... mmm... it’s so big... even your fingers... AHHH!"

Mike leaned in closer, his eyes burning as he watched their reactions.

"Here’s the rule," he growled, his fingers working even faster, creating a loud, rhythmic "SLOP... SQUISH... SCHLICK..." sound that filled the studio.

"The first one to lose control... the first one to cum... gets the prize."

"The first one to reach her peak gets to be the one who takes the first, massive, raw thrust of my cock."

"The winner gets to be ruined first!"

Ellie’s eyes lit up with a manic, competitive fire. She let out a raucous, triumphant laugh, her body vibrating with pure, unadulterated excitement.

"Then it’s on! Watch me, Mike! Watch how fast I can break!" She was already pushing herself, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps.

She was a predator in her own right, a woman who lived for the high of the climax.

Haruka, however, felt a sudden, sinking sensation of defeat. She watched Ellie’s hips thrashing and heard the frantic, high-pitched squeals of her pleasure, and she knew.

She knew Ellie was a powerhouse, a woman who could reach the edge in seconds and explode into a torrential, uncontrollable squirt at the slightest provocation.

"Oh no..." Haruka whimpered, a mix of arousal and dread in her voice. "Ellie... you’re going to win... you’re too fast..."

She felt her own pleasure building, but it was a slow, rolling wave compared to the lightning strikes Ellie was experiencing. She knew she was likely going to be the spectator to Ellie’s first, glorious, messy conquest.

SPLASH! SQUIRT! AHHHHHH!

The sound of Ellie’s impending climax began to manifest in the wet, frantic slapping of Mike’s fingers against her clitoris. The air was filled with the sounds of their struggle: Ellie’s triumphant, screaming moans, Haruka’s desperate, needy whimpers, and the relentless, rhythmic "SQUELCH... SLOP... SCHLICK... SCHLICK..." of Mike’s fingers working them both toward the brink of total, beautiful destruction.

Mike’s smile only widened, his eyes fixed on the spectacle of their competing lust, waiting for the first one to break and surrender to his dark, monstrous command.

Mike was a master of torment, a sadistic architect of pleasure who knew exactly how to build the tension without letting the dam break. He wasn’t just fucking them with his fingers; he was playing them like instruments of pure, agonizing lust.

He increased the speed, his large, thick fingers driving into their wetness with a heavy, rhythmic brutality that made the mattress groan under the force.

SLOP... SQUELCH... SCHLICK... SLOP... SQUELCH!

The sound was visceral, a wet, slapping percussion that echoed the frantic beating of their hearts. He was hitting them hard, his knuckles occasionally bruising their sensitive inner thighs, making sure every thrust was felt deep in their wombs.

"Not yet," Mike growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of command.

He watched their faces with the intensity of a hunter, his eyes tracking every twitch, every dilation of their pupils. "You want it? You have to earn it."

"You have to beg for it! Don’t you dare break until you’re ready to drown in it!"

Ellie was a whirlwind of desperate motion. She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her hips slamming upward to meet his fingers with violent, uncoordinated force.

Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent, breathless scream of effort. She was trying to force the squirt, trying to trigger that explosive release through sheer willpower and frantic friction.

"AHH! HNNN! MIKE! PLEASE! IT’S RIGHT THERE! IT’S RIGHT AT THE EDGE!" she wailed, her voice cracking.

She was practically vibrating, her entire body a taut wire of sensation. She began to grind her clitoris against his thumb with a frantic, rhythmic desperation.

SLAP... SLAP... SLAP...

"I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna... AHHHH! JUST A LITTLE MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"

She was a mess of sweat and frantic energy, her legs shaking so hard they looked like they might snap. Every time she felt the wave of a climax approaching, Mike would subtly shift his rhythm, slowing down just a fraction or changing the angle, teasing her, pulling her back from the precipice just as she was about to plunge into the abyss.

"Almost, Ellie... so close..." Mike taunted, his grin widening as he saw her frustration mounting.

Beside her, Haruka was experiencing a different kind of torment. While Ellie was a frantic storm, Haruka was a slow burning fire, a heavy, dragging sensation of heat that seemed to pool in her lower abdomen.

She wasn’t trying to force it with the same manic energy, but the sheer intensity of Mike’s fingers was making her lose her mind. She was clutching the sheets so hard the fabric was beginning to tear, her knuckles white.

"Mmmm... hnnn... oh god... Mike... it’s too much..." Haruka moaned, her voice a low, melodic sob of pleasure.

She was arching her back, her hips swaying in a slow, heavy rhythm, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between the mounting pressure and the release.

Squelch... squish... mmm...

"It feels so heavy... so deep... please... don’t stop... but don’t let me... don’t let me go yet..."

She was caught in a state of perpetual, agonizing arousal, a plateau of pleasure that felt like it would never end. Her breaths were long, shaky draws of air, her chest heaving as she struggled to maintain her composure.

SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK... SCHLICK!

The pace intensified again. Mike’s fingers were a blur of tan skin and glistening moisture.

He was working them both with a relentless, punishing speed, his hands becoming a machine of pure stimulation. The air in the studio was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heavy, musk-laden fog that made every breath feel like a drug.

"Look at you both," Mike chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. "Two beautiful, desperate women, begging for a man to ruin them."

"Ellie, you’re practically vibrating off the bed. And Haruka... you’re so soaked you’re making a fucking lake."

He was right. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of them was becoming a continuous, wet roar of

SPLOSH... SQUELCH... SLOP...

The friction was generating an incredible amount of heat, and the lubrication, a mix of their own juices and the sweat dripping from Mike’s hands, was making every movement incredibly loud and incredibly intense.

Ellie let out a frustrated, high-pitched scream, her hips bucking so hard she nearly flipped over.

"AAAAHHHH! WHY WON’T IT HAPPEN?! MIKE! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME THE EDGE!" She was reaching a state of delirium, her movements becoming more animalistic, her cries more primal.

Haruka was simply lost in the sensation, her head lolling to the side, her eyes half closed as she drifted in a sea of pure, unadulterated feeling. "Mmm... yes... more... harder... just... keep... fucking... me..."

Mike watched them, his own cock throbbing painfully against his stomach, the anticipation of the first conquest driving him to a state of near madness. He was holding them on the brink, teasing them with the promise of the end, prolonging the exquisite torture of the wait.

The studio was a cacophony of wet, rhythmic sounds and the desperate, beautiful cries of two women pushed to the very limits of human sensation.