My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 325: 325. Erosyne Really Treating Me Like A New King Here! Can’t Wait For More!**

The studio had transformed into a chaotic, sweat-slicked arena of pure, unadulterated lust. Time had lost all meaning; there was no clock, no schedule, only the relentless, driving rhythm of Mike’s massive cock and the unending, melodic screams of the two women he had utterly possessed.

The heart-shaped symbols in Ellie’s and Haruka’s eyes pulsed with a rhythmic, pink light, synchronized to the heavy, wet thuds of Mike’s hips.

Mike was a relentless engine of pleasure, switching between them with the predatory efficiency of a king claiming his territory.

He started by flipping Ellie onto her hands and knees, forcing her into a deep, primal doggy style position. He gripped her waist, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and drove himself into her from behind with a force that made her entire body lurch forward.

THWACK! SQUELCH! THWACK!

"OH GOD, MIKE! RIGHT THERE! DEEPER! AHHHHH!" Ellie’s voice was a ragged, desperate wail.

Her head hung low, her hair swinging wildly as her hips bucked back to meet every punishing lunge. Mike’s massive, dark shaft disappeared completely into her with every thrust, the sound of their juices splashing against his thighs creating a rhythmic, wet slapping that filled the room.

"You like that, Ellie? You like being taken like a beast?" Mike growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of dominance.

He reached forward, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back so he could see the sheer, ecstatic madness in her heart-shaped eyes.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! AHHHHHH!"

Just as Ellie reached a peak of shivering intensity, Mike pulled out of her with a violent, wet "POP!" and immediately turned his attention to Haruka.

He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her onto the bed, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide, pinning her knees toward her shoulders to expose her most sensitive, swollen core.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He descended on her in a rapid-fire missionary assault. His heavy, muscular chest crushed against her breasts, and his massive cock hammered into her with a speed that was almost blinding.

"AH! AH! AH! MIKE! TOO FAST! IT’S TOO MUCH! AHHHH!" Haruka’s screams were a continuous, high-pitched melody of pleasure.

Her body was a blur of motion, her hips rising and falling in a frantic attempt to keep up with his superhuman stamina.

Mike wasn’t done. He wanted to see them both at once.

He sat up, pulling Haruka into a seated position on his lap, facing him, while he reached out and pulled Ellie toward them, forcing her to lie across Haruka’s back. He was fucking Haruka from the front while Ellie’s breasts pressed against Haruka’s spine, creating a sandwich of pure, heated flesh.

SQUELCH... SLAP... SQUELCH... SLAP!

"Mmmppphhh... AHHH!" The sounds were a cacophony of pleasure: the wet, sliding friction of his cock, the heavy slapping of their bodies, and the layered, overlapping screams of the two women.

"Look at you both..." Mike groaned, his muscles rippling like a mountain range under the studio lights. "You’re both so fucking wet... so fucking hungry for me..."

He shifted again, his stamina seemingly infinite. He stood up, pulling Haruka up with him, and hoisted her onto his shoulder in a powerful fireman’s carry.

He began to fuck her from behind while she hung upside down, her face flushed and her eyes glowing with that intense, heart-shaped lust.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! THE WORLD IS SPINNING! MIKE! AHHHHH!" Haruka shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls.

The sensation of the blood rushing to her head combined with the deep, heavy impalement of his massive cock was driving her to the brink of a total mental breakdown.

He dropped her back onto the bed and immediately transitioned into a cowgirl position, but this time, he sat back and let Ellie take control. She straddled him, her eyes locked onto his, her heart-shaped pupils dilating as she rode his massive length with a frantic, bouncing energy.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Watch me, Mike! Watch how much I love this! AHHHH!" Ellie screamed, her body jolting with every downward plunge.

The air was thick, heavy, and nearly impossible to breathe, saturated with the scent of sex and the sound of a marathon that showed no signs of slowing down. Mike was a god of friction, a master of the flesh, and as he prepared to flip them once more to find a new way to break them, the studio echoed with the promise of hours, perhaps days, of unending, beautiful, soul-crushing ecstasy.

The studio had become a battlefield of pure, unadulterated sensation, a place where the laws of physics and exhaustion seemed to have been discarded in favor of a singular, driving purpose. The air was no longer just humid; it was a thick, visible haze of musk, sweat, and the intoxicating scent of spent passion.

The rhythmic, violent sounds of Mike’s relentless assault had become the only heartbeat the room possessed.

THWACK! SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

Mike was in a trance of pure masculine dominance. He had moved through every conceivable position, pushing their bodies to the absolute limits of endurance.

He had held them in a standing embrace, his massive arms acting as pillars of strength as he drove into them; he had had them draped over the edge of the studio table, their hips high and vulnerable; he had even had them competing for him, a frantic, desperate scramble of limbs and wet skin as they fought to be the one he impaled next.

The heart-shaped symbols in their eyes were no longer just glowing; they were strobing, pulsing with a frantic, blinding light that mirrored the rapid-fire tempo of his thrusts.

"MIKE! PLEASE! THE END! GIVE US THE END! AHHHHH!" Ellie screamed, her voice cracking, her lungs burning as she rode him in a frenzied, desperate pace.

Her body was a trembling wreck, her muscles twitching with a permanent state of climax that she couldn’t quite reach.

"YES! BREAK US! FINISH US! AHHHHHH!" Haruka echoed, her voice a ghostly, melodic wail as Mike transitioned back to her, pinning her down and delivering a series of short, lightning-fast stabs that felt like they were hitting her very soul.

Mike felt it then, the final, colossal surge. It wasn’t just a climax; it was a total, systemic eruption of his entire being.

His massive, dark cock felt like it was made of molten lava, engorged to a size that seemed impossible, pulsing with a pressure that demanded release.

"HERE IT COMES! THE FINAL BLOW! AHHHHHHHH!" Mike roared, a sound of pure, triumphant conquest that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building.

He lunged forward one last time, burying himself so deep into Ellie that there was no space left between them, his hips slamming into hers with a final, thunderous "CRACK!"

SPLURRRRRRRTTT! SCHLICK! SPLURRRRRRRTTT!

It was a volcanic explosion. A massive, violent, and endless torrent of semen blasted from his cock, hitting the back of Ellie’s womb with the force of a firehose.

The sheer volume was staggering; it wasn’t just a spurt, it was a deluge. As he pumped his final, most powerful waves into her, the pressure became so intense that the excess semen began to erupt from her pussy in rhythmic, white sprays, splashing against his thighs and the bedsheets in a frantic, messy display of overflow.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ellie’s scream was cut short as her eyes rolled back, her entire body stiffening in a massive, soul-shattering orgasm before her nervous system simply gave up, her consciousness flickering out like a spent candle.

Simultaneously, the sheer intensity of the moment, the sound of Ellie’s scream, and the sight of Mike’s violent release triggered a sympathetic, final explosion in Haruka. She let out a long, shuddering moan that trailed off into a silent gasp as her own climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing one last time before she slumped into the mattress, completely spent.

The studio fell into a heavy, ringing silence, broken only by the sound of liquid dripping and the heavy, ragged breathing of a conqueror.

The two women lay there, completely motionless, their bodies limp and beautiful in the aftermath of the carnage. Their eyes, once glowing with heart-shaped madness, were now closed, their faces masks of blissful, total exhaustion.

They were quite literally knocked out, their minds having retreated into a deep, dark void of pure pleasure to recover from the onslaught.

Mike sat back on his heels, his massive, spent cock slowly beginning to soften, though it still looked formidable, glistening with the mixture of their combined fluids. His chest was heaving, sweat pouring off his tan skin like rain, but he wasn’t exhausted; he was exhilarated.

A low, deep rumble started in his chest and erupted into a loud, boisterous laugh of pure, unadulterated amusement.

"Hahaha! AHAHAHAHA!" He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking down at the two broken, beautiful women at his feet.

A wide, predatory grin spread across his face. "God damn... Erosyne... you’ve been good to me."

He leaned back on his hands, his muscles still twitching from the adrenaline. This was it.

His first true threesome in this world, a legendary conquest that had gone exactly according to plan. He had taken them, broken them, and filled them, and as he looked at the beautiful mess he had made, he felt like the king of the entire universe.

He had achieved his quest, and the taste of victory was sweeter than any nectar.