Chapter 5: Don't Blame Me, Jill

Patiently waiting for a while after Jill left for her room, Tristan finally stood up.

It was time to act.

He approached her bedroom door and turned the knob.

Click!

The door was locked.

'As expected, she's still wary of me,' Tristan thought, smiling to himself.

Next moment, he pulled out a pocket-sized set of professional lockpicking tools. As a man with all kinds of people under his command—including thieves—learning some skills and getting these tools was a simple matter.

Click.

Click.

With a few clicks, the knob turned, and the door of the room creaked open.

He carefully stepped inside, and his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The small room was plain, but his focus fell immediately on the bed in the center, where Jill's slim figure was sleeping soundly beneath the covers.

She was snoring softly because of the drug's effects. But instead of diminishing her beauty, the sound only added an odd innocence to her features, making her look a little cute.

The blanket had slipped just below her belly, revealing her upper body. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

A pair of beautiful legs, long, elegant, and toned from regular exercise, were noticeable even beneath the covers, revealing a healthy and sunny atmosphere.

Every curve, every inch of her body, from her toned thighs to her small, delicate toes, was a masterpiece.

The sight of her like this... it almost drove him wild.

Apart from his position as patrolman, Tristan was also the leader of a gang and a string of pubs. Prostitutes had always been around him, buzzing like bees, but their presence made him always feel repulsive.

The thought of being intimate with those women who had been fucked by who knows how many countless cocks disgusted him.

That was why he focused on heroines like Jill, Alyssa, and Cindy. They were his prey that he was focusing on cooking to eat.

Waiting for the right moment to strike had always been his strategy.

Of course, Jill was still not yet cooked and seduced.

But tonight, he didn't care about waiting. The system had already activated, and that was all that mattered now.

Tonight, Jill would be his. He would take her virginity, and there was no turning back.

Moreover, in the Ecstasy Heart Sutra, when two virgins were united together, the effect was said to be multiplied fourfold. For Tristan, it was an irresistible opportunity. He had been waiting for this moment and also wanted the woman in his arms.

Now everything was falling into place.

Whatever came after didn't concern him. Tomorrow was a problem for later.

His long preparations over the years were not for show. Not only was he ready, but he also had the Ecstasy Heart Sutra to amplify his influence over Jill. Once he had sex with her and once she felt the pleasure he could give, she would be attracted to him—whether she wanted to or not.

Quitely closing the door behind him, he took a few steps closer to the bed.

Before starting, he reached out and gently shook her shoulder, making sure she was actually sleeping.

When she didn't react, the last remnants of hesitation dissipated from his heart, and he didn't pretend to be polite anymore.

Without wasting time, he slipped his hand beneath her clothing, pulling it up easily.

Most women didn't like to wear bras when they sleep, and Jill was no exception, which made things easier for him.

His rough hands cupped her bare breasts. They were smooth, full, and soft—more than he had imagined.

"Mmm…"

Jill hummed softly, but it was just an unconscious response to the alcohol and the drugs still working through her system.

Her soft moans, more a byproduct of sleep than awareness, only fueled Tristan's desire.

Unable to suppress his lust any longer, he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth.

He sucked her breast like a baby, causing another soft moan to slip from her lips.

"Haangh~"

Her intoxicating virgin scent filled his nose, stimulating his already burning lust.

Subsequently, he shifted his focus on her lower body, and he pulled down Jill's skirt along with her sexy lace panties, revealing her smooth, shaved, hairless pussy with a full and supple labia.

When he saw it, Tristan brazenly lowered his head and licked it a few times with his tongue.

Surely, the taste was uniquely hers—a mixture of salty and sweetness.

"This slut is really a delicious bitch... Well, I wanted to fuck you before, but you didn't agree after all this time. So don't blame me now."

Tristan's logic was simple—if you can't seduce her, drug her—there's nothing shameful in that. The goal is to get her. That's all that matters.

Meanwhile, Jill, deep in her sleep, remained unaware of what was being done to her.

She could imagine some shameful things in her sleep, as if she had a wet dream—completely oblivious to the fact that she was being molested in real life.

As he continued licking, Jill's body started heating up and responded instinctively. Her pussy secreted more and more vaginal fluid. 

Noticing that she was ready, Tristan spread her legs apart, positioning them into a lewd M-shape.

Then he threw off his pants, pulled out his cock, and pressed the tip against her moist pussyhole with a sense of triumph.

"… Jill, you never imagined it'd come to this, did you?"

He whispered with a twisted smile.

The sense of control over Jill's body, the heroine of Resident Evil, gave Tristan an intoxicating thrill, filling him with a twisted sense of accomplishment.

Smack!

Without warning, his ferocious and thick glans slapped her pink vaginal entrance, teasing it open slightly.

In the dim light, scenery inside the pussy could not be seen, but Tristan did not think much about it.

He simply rubbed the tip of his shaft against her entrance, allowing his pre-cum and her pussy juice to wet his glans.

Lowering himself, Tristan pressed his lips onto hers, his mouth dominating hers as his tongue pried open her teeth and forced its way in her mouth.

Soon, his broad tongue found hers, small and timid, and entangled it in a heated, hungry kiss.

The connection sent waves of heightened sensation, bringing his cock's sensitivity to a new level.

Driven by the primal instinct, he began to exert force on his waist, letting his hips guide the movement as his cock began to part her soft, pink labia, slowly entering her tight, wet, and hot virgin pussy.

When he first entered, his cock was tightly wrapped by the soft, tender flesh.

The sensation was almost enough to send him over the edge instantly.

But with his firm will, he suppressed his urge, and with each slow push, the tip of his penis pressed deeper until it met the final barrier of Jill's untouched innocence—her hymen, preventing the invasion of the uninvited guest.

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