Chapter 548: 548. We’re Having A Deep Kiss Right Next To The Sleeping Boyfriend**
Mireya let out a choked gasp, her back arching instinctively against him. The sensation was a violent jolt of pleasure and pain that made her head spin.
"L-let go...! This isn’t right...! I don’t want to do it in front of my boyfriend!"
"Hahaha! What are you talking about?!"
"I mean just... look at you right now," Rex hissed into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "Shaking because a real man is finally touching you again after weeks!"
"You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?" Rex laughed. "Did you two even do it lots of times on the expedition, or does he keep falling asleep and never have a single thought about having sex with you?"
"W-what does that have to do with you?!" Mireya hissed.
"Again... with that cold response..."
He leaned his weight into her, forcing her to lean forward toward the bed, making her feel utterly vulnerable. "Let me tell you this, you icy bitch..."
"You really thought he could satisfy you? That little virgin boy who’s good for nothing?" Rex’s voice turned venomous as he began to badmouth Apollo with increasing ferocity. "He’s a fucking joke."
"He has no idea how to handle a woman like you!"
"I don’t know how many times I have had to say this to his harem, but... he’s too soft, too careful, too weak."
"He treats you like some kind of emotional support, but we all know that you... don’t want to be handled with care, do you?" Rex growled. "You want to be broken, and the proof is already there..."
"Like... why the fuck are you watching me fuck the mother of your boyfriend, hm?"
He squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. "It’s already too late, Mireya."
"You saw the truth when you watched me with Amelia..."
"You saw how a real man takes what he wants, and of course... the way she looked when I was deep inside her, and you realized that everything you had with Apollo was just a pale, pathetic imitation of real fucking."
"Let me tell you this... just be one with your conflicted mind... just like the way Aisella, Talyra, and Nerith do it..." Rex smirked. "They didn’t regret it at all... right...?"
"You can see it in their eyes when they’re trying to argue with you... for the sake... of my safety from a fucking snitch like you."
Mireya’s eyes filled with tears, but they weren’t just tears of shame anymore; they were tears of a total, terrifying surrender. The truth was a jagged blade cutting through her last remaining defenses.
She was a woman who had been starving, and the man who had just insulted her entire existence was the only one holding the feast. ’This guy... urghhhh...! Why did my body choose him...?!’
"He’s nothing," Rex whispered, his hand sliding down from her chest to grip her hip, his fingers digging into her skin. "And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll never be able to look at him without thinking of how much better this feels."
Rex’s hands were relentless, a dual assault of heat and pressure. He continued to knead and squeeze her breasts, his thumbs rhythmically punishing her nipples through the fabric until they were hard, aching peaks.
"Do you feel that...?" He was playing her like an instrument, trying to force a musical confession from her soul. "The adrenaline... that burst inside of you when you were looking at your sleeping boyfriend while you were getting touched."
"Stop... Rex, please, just stop..." Mireya whimpered, her voice a fragile thread. "I don’t want this at all..."
Her mouth was still clinging to the wreckage of her pride, uttering denials that her body was rapidly making a mockery of. "It’s wrong... we shouldn’t... stop..."
"Your mouth says ’stop,’ but your tits are screaming for more," Rex countered with a dark, triumphant grin. "And it is against my principles to let a fucking bitch like you leave without breaking her yet."
To prove his point, he slid one massive hand down from her waist, his palm sweeping over the curve of her hip before landing heavily on her ass. He gripped the flesh with a sudden, bruising strength, his fingers digging deep into her muscle, anchoring her to him.
"Come on now..." The sheer dominance of the gesture made her knees buckle, and she was forced to lean back into the solid, muscular wall of his chest. "I’m getting tired waiting for you to be honest more because I’ve set this up to be even more exciting for us both!"
"St-stop...!" Mireya tried to muffle her moans. "You’re wrong...! Let go of me...!"
"Do as I say or your boyfriend dies now..." Rex said while showing his magic that’s ready to be unleashed on her sleeping boyfriend. "So... let’s have some fun!"
’What...’
Before she could even gasp, Rex spun her around, his hand moving from her ass to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long, light blue hair to tilt her face up. He didn’t ask; he invaded.
"Wait... Rex..." He claimed her mouth with the same aggressive, unapologetic hunger he used for everything else. "Mnnnhh!"
Mireya’s eyes flew wide in shock. She expected a kiss, perhaps something even a little tender, but Rex gave her a conquest like the usual.
’NO! STOP!’
His tongue was a muscular force, sweeping into her mouth with a predatory intent that demanded total surrender. He didn’t just kiss her; he dominated her, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce, rhythmic battle for control.
"MMNNNNN!"
And in that moment, the last of her fortifications crumbled. The "Ice Princess" didn’t just melt, but she completely shattered.
As her tongue instinctively began to fight back, meeting his heat with her own desperate hunger, the realization hit her that she wasn’t just accepting the kiss, but she was craving it.
"Hnnn... Mnnnn... Hnnn... haaahhh... mnnnnnnphhh..."
’What am I doing?’ she thought frantically, even as her hands reached up to clutch at his muscular shoulders. ’I’m accepting him by kissing him...’
’I’m kissing the man who is destroying everything... and God help me, it feels better than anything Apollo has ever given me...!’
"Haaa...! Let g—mnnnaahhhhh~!"
’I can’t win... it’s already over when he kissed me like this...’
"Hahh... mnnn..."
Rex felt the shift in her, the moment her resistance turned into a feverish, fighting passion. He felt her hands pulling him closer, her mouth no longer just receiving but actively seeking him out.
With a low, guttural growl of approval, he began to move, guiding her backward. "Slowly..."
Mireya felt the world tilt as she moved toward the bed. She felt the edge of the mattress brush against the back of her thighs, and then, with a soft thud, her back hit the silk sheets.
’He’s leading me on... I can’t... no...’
She was pinned, the heavy, tanned weight of Rex’s body descending upon her instantly. He was right on top of her, his muscular frame pressing her deep into the mattress, his heat enveloping her like a shroud.
As they lay there, locked in a bruising, breathless kiss, the silence of the room was broken only by the sound of their frantic breathing and the distant, rhythmic snoring of the man who had no idea his world was being systematically dismantled beneath him.
The kiss deepened into something primal and carnal, a collision of heat and desperation that seemed to suck the very oxygen from the room. Rex’s tongue was a relentless conqueror, plunging deep into Mireya’s mouth, swirling and pushing against her with an authoritative rhythm that left her breathless.
"Mmnnn... mmm... mnnn..."
’He stuck his tongue in... like the usual... and it’s not good... I can’t get away...!’
The tongue wasn’t a gentle exploration because it was a claim. He tasted of raw masculinity and dominance, and as he drove his tongue deeper, exploring the roof of her mouth and the sensitive curves of her inner cheeks, Mireya felt a surge of heat bloom in her core that made her vision swim.
"Haahhhh... hhnnmmmmm..."
While their mouths were locked in this fierce battle, Rex’s hands worked with efficient, predatory speed. He reached down, his large hands hooking into the hem of her top.
With one powerful, fluid motion, he tugged the garment upward, stripping it over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Now, she lay beneath him in nothing but her bra, her pale skin a stark, beautiful contrast to his tanned, muscular chest.
The sudden coolness of the air on her skin only served to heighten the searing heat of his mouth. As the fabric of her bra strained against the swell of her breasts, Rex intensified the kiss.
He became even more aggressive, his tongue thrusting deeper and harder, a rhythmic, driving force that seemed to reach all the way to her soul. He was invading her, colonizing her senses, and Mireya found herself helplessly addicted to the sensation.
’It’s too much... it’s too deep... he’s taking everything...’ she thought, her mind a haze of pleasure and guilt. ’There’s... no way... I’m...’
’My body... is... accepting...’
Her body was a traitor of the highest order. Her arms, which should have been pushing him away, instead wound tightly around his thick, muscular neck, her fingers digging into his blonde hair to pull him even closer.
She was hugging him with a ferocity that betrayed her every thought, her hips instinctively arching up to meet the heavy pressure of his pelvis. "Slurrpp... tongue... mnnnn... noo... hahhnnn..."
"Nnh... no... mmm... Rex..." her mouth managed to form the words, a series of muffled, incoherent protests that were lost in the heat of their connection.
