OP Milf System: Every Moan, I Grow Stronger!

Chapter 204: Chapter 205: I Am Simply Returning What Belongs To You, Yet You Complain

"Tsk... tsk... tsk, I am simply returning what belongs to you, yet you complain? That is hardly how one repays the deep benevolence of a pacifist like me."

Quinn shoved his fingers deeper into the guard’s mouth, forcing the freshly plucked eyeball directly down the man’s throat.

The guard was on the absolute brink of losing his sanity from the grueling display, yet the executioner standing over him simply laughed.

"Haha... that is much better. Now for the other eye. One should truly contemplate the consequences before acting, as you never know when your sudden demise will arrive."

Quinn dug his fingers deep into the right socket once more, pulling out the second eyeball without an ounce of hesitation.

The guard’s face transformed into a horrific, empty mess as dark blood cascaded like a waterfall down both empty cheeks.

"And... I truly despise it when others gawk at my possessions, you see? It is common knowledge that a man must cherish and protect his belongings."

Quinn ruthlessly shoved the second eyeball into the man’s choking mouth.

The act caused his throat to visibly bloat and swell, since the frantic guard couldn’t easily force it down into his stomach due to its round dimensions.

"Tsk... you will suffocate if you do not swallow my generous payment, fellow. Devour them quickly... as I am a highly merciful individual." Quinn patted the guard’s trembling, bloody shoulder before casually pivoting toward the other insect who had laughed earlier.

The second guard was weeping silently, his armor drenched in cold sweat as he watched his partner get utterly dismantled.

"Now, it is your turn..." Quinn smiled, his shadow falling over the terrified man.

"N-no... please forgive me... please spare me." the man begged, his voice cracking as he shook like a leaf.

"Heh... these pathetic tropes again? You laugh when you think you are strong, and you cry when you find out you are weak. Tell me, how many pitiful souls have you violated until they turned into broken dolls, only to discard them like trash?"

Quinn manipulated his overwhelming aura to forcefully wrench the second man’s jaws wide open, ready to begin the next lesson.

"Can’t talk anymore? Then let’s make that a reality." Quinn slowly shoved his fingers into the man’s mouth and gripped his tongue.

"Mhff!!! Mhfff!!!!" The man cried out, his eyes already bloodshot and wide with terror.

"Mmmhhgghhhh!!!!" The sound was barely recognizable as human anymore, muffled and agonizingly loud as Quinn slowly hauled the muscle forward.

He forced the man’s throat to stretch along with the pulling motion, creating a truly dreadful spectacle.

"Of course you’re going to scream... I can’t even fathom how many men you’ve slaughtered and how many women you’ve abused with this very tongue. Consider it your good fortune today that you crossed paths with me." Quinn simply smiled, gazing down at the pitiful display of the kneeling captive.

The man’s tongue was stretched agonizingly taut, bared for everyone to see.

"Mmmhdjdffff!!! Mmfffff!!!" The muffled noises echoed louder, sounding desperately like a plea for mercy, though he could no longer articulate a single syllable.

"Hoh... you are really trying your hardest to survive, aren’t you? Now, how about we play a game?" Quinn wanted to see just how deep human cruelty ran...to witness firsthand the raw desperation of a person clinging to a doomed existence.

"Mhdff..!!..mmmfhff!!!.."

"No.. no.. no. Raise your hand if you want to live," Quinn said, his gaze dripping with malice.

Perhaps this was a dormant human trait finally surfacing, or simply a manifestation of his deeply protective nature.

It didn’t matter; the only thing that counted was that vengeance was being served.

"Good... you really are desperate. I quite enjoy that sudden shift in demeanor. Just a moment ago you were laughing, staring at my wives with hungry eyes... but now? Keke, you are begging for your life." Quinn looked up toward the sky, sighing briefly before letting out a mocking laugh at the insect pleading at his feet.

"Keke... now let’s begin, shall we?"

The man twitched his fingers, indicating his compliance.

"That’s what I like about you, man... Now, how many women have you broken until they shattered? How many times have you degraded a woman right in front of her partner? And how many lives have you taken? Answer me, and I just might spare your miserable life." Quinn’s wicked smile stretched from ear to ear.

Call him a hypocrite or whatever else...Quinn would gladly accept the title.

As long as he and his wives were drawing breath, the rest of the world could burn to ashes.

Besides, he wasn’t acting completely blindly. What truly enraged him was knowing the brutal torment these bastards inflicted on their victims.

He cherished his wives deeply, so witnessing the never-ending atrocities committed by the Silverglades right in front of his face burned him to the core.

Something inside him raged to be unleashed at the mere sight of women being mistreated.

It was entirely unacceptable, and a severe debt of justice had to be paid.

Quinn believed firmly in the adage: blood for blood. And it had to be repaid not just twofold, but a hundredfold...fiercer, more brutal, and far more terrifying.

The man, however, couldn’t even raise his fingers. He couldn’t answer the question.

The sheer scale of his crimes was not something he could easily calculate. How many? He had long since lost count. Even using his fingers and toes combined wouldn’t suffice.

From a very young age, they had partaken in these acts, trapped in a never-ending cycle of depravity and the everlasting pleasure of violation, often forcing husbands to watch until they became hollow, discarded husks alongside the loves of their lives.

"Hahaha! That’s the expression... yes, exactly that! Hooh, can’t even count straight? Just open and close your hands. I’ll gladly accept that as an answer." Quinn was thoroughly enjoying himself, watching this miserable piece of shit fail to count his own sins.

Quinn waited for a reaction, but the man ultimately slumped into silence.

"Oh... surrendered already? Then you’re dead. I wanted to see a bit more desperation, but I guess you don’t have it in you." Without blinking, Quinn yanked everything out...completely severing the root.

Thud.

The man collapsed, dying like a dog. A pitiful, wretched dog.