Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Chapter 195: Powerful Slaps To Break Her (18+)

Max stepped onto the vast crystal bed with slow, measured strides, his bare feet pressing into the plush cushions as he made his way toward Rosalia.

She had already lowered herself into position as he had ordered, her upper body resting against the silk while her ass remained raised high and presented, her tail resting to one side in quiet anticipation.

He took his time circling until he stood directly behind her, his presence close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body without him touching her yet. Only then did he settle his left hand lightly on her hip to hold her steady.

His right hand came down in a firm, open slap against the full curve of her right buttock, the sound sharp in the quiet chamber.

Rosalia’s body rocked forward from the impact, her breasts pressing deeper into the cushions as a sharp "Ahh~!" slipped from her lips, the sound rising quickly and then softening into a lingering "Mmm~" that matched the way her hips settled back into place.

Max did not pause. While the warmth from the first slap was still spreading across her skin, he brought his hand down again on her left cheek, and at the same time, his left hand slid down between her thighs.

His fingers moved through her slick folds with unhurried purpose, rubbing along her slit before two of them pressed inside her in a single, steady push.

"Nngh~! Wait... Mmm~" Rosalia’s moan changed with that dual sensation.

It dropped lower and drew out longer as her inner walls clenched around his fingers, her hips pushing back toward him even as another slap landed on her right cheek and sent her rocking forward once more with a quick "Ahh!".

The pattern continued without rush.

His right hand delivered firm, rhythmic slaps to her upturned ass while his left hand worked her pussy, sometimes thrusting his fingers deeper and curling them, sometimes pulling back to stroke her sensitive entrance and circle her clit with slow pressure.

Each slap made her body jolt and drew a series of short, gasping "Ah! Mmh! Ahh~" from her throat, the sounds quick and involuntary as her flesh warmed under his palm.

When his fingers pressed particularly deep or rubbed firmly against the front of her inner walls, her moans lengthened into trembling, drawn-out "Ohhh~ Mmmhh~" sounds that rose and fell with the movement of her hips as she pushed back against his hand.

Agnia remained where she had positioned herself on the bed a short distance away, her golden eyes fixed on the scene with clear, undisguised need.

Her heavy breasts rose and fell with quickened breaths, and her thighs pressed together as she watched Max’s hands moving over Rosalia, but she made no sound and did not shift from her place.

Max kept his attention on Rosalia as he worked her, his rhythm steady and unhurried, yet after another firm slap that pulled a sharper "Ahh~!" from her.

He continued the steady rhythm of his hands without pause as he spoke in a low, even voice. "Wait patiently, Agnia. I will come to you when it is your turn. Keep your eyes on us if you wish, but do not move until I tell you."

His eyes met hers for a brief moment. An intense, unspoken desire passed between them in that single glance, yet Agnia understood clearly that Rosalia would be the first to receive him.

It stirred a quiet resentment deep in her chest, but she accepted it without protest or complaint.

She bit down on her lower lip until it bled, the sharp sting the only thing she allowed herself as she fought to control the powerful urge to touch herself while she waited for her turn.

Max continued without breaking pace, one hand slapping Rosalia’s ass in measured strikes while the other fingered her pussy with deliberate strokes, the combination causing Rosalia’s moans to shift in length and pitch depending on whether the sting or the deeper press of his fingers affected her more in each moment.

Her tail twitched and curled with every impact and every curl of his fingers inside her, her body responding openly to the steady attention as Max took his time with her.

Max withdrew his fingers from Rosalia with deliberate slowness, letting the wet sound of her pussy clinging to them fill the space between them before he brought his hand up to rest on her hip.

He took his time shifting his stance behind her raised ass, the head of his cock already flushed and glistening from the precum that had gathered while he worked her.

With one hand, he guided himself forward until the thick tip brushed against her slick folds.

He did not push in. Instead, he began a slow, unhurried rub, dragging the broad head up and down through her wetness, coating himself in her arousal while the soft, obscene sound of skin gliding over slick skin rose clearly in the quiet chamber.

Rosalia turned her head to the side, purple eyes finding him over her shoulder as another moan escaped her. "Ahhnn~ Don’t tease me like that... Mmmh... put it in, please~"

Max’s mouth curved slightly, but there was no smirk in his voice when he answered. His tone stayed low and even as he continued the slow, deliberate drag of his cockhead through her soaked folds. "Not yet. I’m going to take my time with you tonight."

At the same time, his hand came down in a firm slap against the lower curve of her ass, the wet sound sharp and clear as her body rocked forward from the impact.

Rosalia’s moan broke into a sharp, desperate cry as the next slap landed hard across her ass.

"Ahhhhnn~!" She bit down on her lower lip, her body trembling harder with every strike that followed.

The repeated impacts had turned her pale skin a deep, flushed crimson, the heat spreading visibly across the full curve of her ass and down the backs of her thighs.

When his hand came down again, even firmer than before, the force sent a strong jolt through her spine that made her legs shake and her back arch sharply.

At the same time, the broad head of his cock continued its slow, deliberate rub against her entrance, pressing just enough to part her slick folds before gliding upward again.

The combination of the burning sting on her skin and the constant, teasing pressure of his thick tip was almost too much.