The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 433: How Desperate Are You For This, Marina?!

I leaned my back heavily against the wooden surface, breathing hard as the reality of what I had just done crashed over me like a cold wave, leaving me feeling exposed and raw.

...Ahhhh...

I couldn’t fight the lustful, satisfied look that remained on my face no matter how hard I tried to compose myself.

I was so disappointed in myself, because...

"Sex is soooooo good....!"

For a brief moment, I had almost forgiven my mother for her line of business, the feeling of that thick tip brushing against the deepest parts of my insides still lingering vividly in my body and making my thighs press together instinctively.

My vagina...

I think... the other women called it a p-p-p-p-pussy...

Argh!! So shameless, Marina!

I have never even masturbated before in my entire existence.

I had been keeping myself pure for Elara, my queen and my life, saving every ounce of my desire and devotion for the day she miraculously developed a male reproductive organ from nowhere and finally took me as her mate.

It had been a beautiful fantasy, a dream that I had clung to for centuries, but it had been only a pipe dream; a hope that grew fainter with each passing year as Elara showed no sign of growing a penis or even noticing my devotion in that way.

But... I can feel it: I still harbor hatred for that man.

No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, no matter how many times I tell myself that I am above such base desires, I cannot seem to see him as anything but a sex tool.

A vessel for my pleasure, and a means to an end that I have been denying myself for far too long.

But then that makes me no better than him; a scoundrel, a degenerate, someone who uses others for their own gratification without regard for their feelings or their dignity.

I have spent my entire life condemning those types, looking down on them from my moral high ground, and now I find myself sinking to their level.

I must develop restraints!

As a mature and independent woman, surely I can manage another week without sex.

I have gone millennia without it. What is one more week? I am not some animal driven by instinct. I have self-control, discipline, and willpower.

Surely I can exercise those qualities and resist this temptation.

"..."

Or maybe I should be lenient and make it another 3 days?

That seems more reasonable and achievable. Three days is nothing. I can survive three days. I can use that time to regain my composure, to remind myself of who I am and what I stand for.

No, no! I do not need to punish myself so much! Why should I deny myself something that feels good, something that I clearly want, and something that is not harming anyone?

Maybe I will politely ask the dullard tomorrow. A simple request, nothing more. If he says no, I will accept it and move on.

Ugh, but I want sex... now.

Goodness, I hope I will not become an addict or the like.

I usually condemned those types too, the ones who let their desires control them, who threw away their dignity for a moment of pleasure.

I cannot believe one as upright as I am is craving a c... c-c-c-cock...

Argh!!!! So shameless, Marina!

The word itself feels dirty on my tongue, forbidden and shameful. I am better than this.

I am stronger than this. I have overcome worse temptations in my long life, and I will overcome this one too.

No, I must stand my ground! I must remind myself of my principles, my values, and commitment to being a better person than the circumstances would suggest.

I hate the man himself: his very existence is an affront to my peace of mind. And sex has nothing on me. It is just a physical act, meaningless and empty without love behind it.

The one I love is Elara, my queen and life.

She is the one who holds my heart, the one I have devoted myself to for so long.

I can still wait another few millennia.

She might grow a penis one day and suddenly become infatuated with my vagina. Who knows? The world is full of strange and unexpected things.

I can but only dream, and keep my hope alive in the quiet corners of my heart where reason does not reach.

As for the god-touched fool, he might want to taste more of the warmth and high quality sex I gave him.

He would come begging on his knees for more, desperate for another taste of what I offered him, surely.

(Author’s note: Marina being overconfident in her sexual appeal again).

I would be in control.

Hmph, then I will put myself in power and make it seem like HE is the one desperate.

I will act aloof and disinterested, make him work for my attention, make him prove that he deserves another moment of my time.

That is the proper way to handle such situations. That is how a mature woman conducts herself.

But... I certainly hope he comes back soon... Like tonight... Or in the next thirty minutes...

CLANG! BANG!

Idiot. I opened the door to see if he was standing there waiting for me, as a hopeful fool desperate for more, but there was no one.

Just the empty street, and the cold air that rushed in to mock my pathetic expectations.

I feel like a harlot...

...CLANG! BANG!

I cannot believe I checked again to see if he was hiding and peeping from a corner somewhere, playing some game of cat and mouse.

How desperate are you for this, Marina?!

How low have you fallen that you are now checking doors twice for a mere man?!

For now, let me check once again; if he’s not there, then I shall go stand near the balcony where we did it and take in his scent once more.

Just a small indulgence and a moment of weakness. I will not let it consume me or define me, but I will allow myself this one small comfort before I pull myself together and remember who I truly am.

CLANG... BANG...!

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Benjamin’s POV

How strange.

I just had one unusual session of sex with Marina, who is a multi-thousand-years-old virgin that apparently hates me, but I feel nothing.

No satisfaction or triumph. No emotional connection.

Just the quiet hum of something happening in the background, but one that I could not really put my finger on.

{Congratulations, Master!

New Bond Formed: Marina [Warrior Queen]}

Woah, I have not heard that in a while now. Bonding? I had almost forgotten it was there.

{The majority of the abilities are useless and already owned by Master, except a few;

Abilities Gained: [Warrior Form]; this allows the user to enter a form where their power is triple for a period of time, and they can use the powers of historical warriors if they meet the requirements.

[Seal of Pride]; this allows the user to coerce and dominate lesser beings with tools like Temptation, Subtle Compulsion, and Hypnosis.

Concept Assimilation has taken Seal of Pride, and Beast demi-god, Warrior Form.

With Concept Assimilation, Master can now know when people bonded to him gain a new ability, and master has the power to steal it and rip it off them.}