Illicit

If it was before, Riser might hesitate, but after he faced so many things previously, his nerve was as hard as steel.

Even his erection was as hard as steel.

At that moment, he was unstoppable.

Facing the kindness of such a kind, beautiful, mature woman, there was no way he would refuse.

No, it would be rude of him to refuse so as not to waste that kindness; he could only agree.

—or besides agreeing to her offer, what kind of option did he have?

Nevertheless, why didn't the system say anything?

Did it predict that he would be in this situation?

Shouldn't it ask him to tell him that this situation would happen?

—or did it predict that he would agree to Misla's kindness to begin with?

"........"

System... how fearsome.

"......" System.

"Then, please excuse me."

While Misla was embarrassed, she wasn't a virgin. She was a married woman and a mother of one. While it had been so long, as she wasn't sure how long the last time she was embraced by her husband, she still had an experience. Nevertheless, her hands were shaking, especially when she saw his bulge.

With trembling hands, she removed his pants gently before his erection jumped out so suddenly.

"It-It's huge!"

She was startled as it was her first time to see something so huge.

There was no comparison between him and her husband; Riser was above her husband.

Suddenly, she felt her body was fiery.

Misla took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, yet the thought of being forcefully pounded by his erection kept emerging within her mind.

"....it seems you're really pent up."

Nevertheless, watching how hard his erection was, she could see how pent-up he was.

Even if Riser had accepted her offer, he had to say, it felt awkward, but then, he had to say, the feeling of having Misla to help him was different. As she was the wife of someone and a mother of one, it was so cute when she was blushing and tried to appear calm even though she was so shy.

"Does it feel good?"

She looked at him curiously as she grasped his penis, stroking it gently with her hand.

"...it feels good, Misla-san."

Frankly, he wondered how everything about her could be so magical, and he was almost unable to control his desire when he saw her tucked her hair behind her ear and showed her gentle smile.

Those gestures were so feminine yet seductive.

Watching his expression that seemed to genuinely feel good about her service, Misla had the urge to make him even better.

Yet, when their eyes met, she realized he might not feel satisfied with her hand and wanted more than this.

"Misla-san..."

Her mind struggled for a moment, yet as he got closer, her heart was beating so fast, and she accepted his kiss.

By then, it was impossible to stop him anymore, but when he was about to push her, she stopped him.

"No-Not here... Le-Let's go to my room."

She might have prepared herself for this, yet she still had the last layer of shame on her heart that hadn't been erased.

Even if she had prepared for this immoral relationship, she wasn't prepared to have their first time on the sofa.

Riser also didn't say much nonsense and followed her wish, carrying her in his arms like a little girl into her room.

What were they going to do inside her room?

Was there even a need to answer that question?

---

China has a good proverb.

'Thirty is like a wolf, and forty is like a tiger.'

Then, what about Misla, who was about hundreds of years old?

She is a demon.

How many years had her body been touched by someone?

She wasn't sure, but it had been so long.

It was also due to this that her body was like a drought, arid land, yet his essence nourished her body and made her body moist, reminding her that she was a woman.

"Riser~! Riser~! Riser~!"

As he pounded her from behind vigorously, she turned her head, sticking out her tongue like a dirty woman, asking him to kiss her.

As they kissed, they kept doing their carnal exchange.

Nevertheless, he had to say a married woman was different.

When he was with the others, all the initiative was on him, and even if they tried to struggle, fighting back, in the end, they could only give up.

Yet, Misla was different.

She let him do whatever he wanted with her body.

She was submissive yet eagerly sought after him.

Moreover, her hole was crazy.

Her pussy might not be the tightest, yet it was soft and moist, giving him a different feeling when he did it with other women. It might be strange to say this, but he felt her pussy was like a living being as it clutched into his penis tightly and didn't even let him go.

Even when he was about to cum, she kept him in a place like a vise, letting him pour his semen into her uterus.

It was crazy, yet he was also to blame for this.

While he knew that it was wrong, he used Misla as a place to release all of his emotions.

His emotion toward Ravel was strange.

While he could see Ravel's obsession with him, he thought he could handle it calmly as he did with other women, yet unexpectedly, he couldn't, and he also started to be obsessed with her.

If they kept doing it together, he knew that he might have genuinely fallen for her, yet he didn't want that.

He knew how dangerous his life was, especially when he had made so many enemies.

While they were the ones who provoked him, he was also the one who accepted their provocation and did even worse than what they did to him, so he knew that he needed to prepare for their revenge.

Frankly, for him, who had been living in a peaceful world where the time he fought with someone could be counted on one hand, this world was scary.

Yet, if he was afraid, they would mess him even further.

So, it was impossible for him to back down.

Nevertheless, he wasn't a robot, and it was impossible for him not to feel anything.

Sometimes, he was scared, exhausted, angry, annoyed, and felt many other emotions too.

Yet, if he stopped his steps or showed weakness, he would be gnawed down, being bitten into pieces until nothing was left.

So, there was no way for him to stop.

"It's okay. I will accept everything. Just release everything to me."

Under so much pressure, his movement became even more brutal and rough, like an uncontrollable beast, yet Misla was still kind and accepted everything.

In the missionary position, they faced each other before she hugged him, whispering the devil's words right into his ear.

"You don't need to think about anything. Use me as you like, Riser-kun..."

Hearing those words, he couldn't stop anymore.

He didn't care whether Misla was the wife of Lord Bael or the mother of Sairaorg; at this moment, he was going to mark this woman into his, dominating her.

"Get pregnant!"

As she let out a beast-like roar, he released his semen without mercy into her womb.

Her back arched and her voice hoarse, yet her legs tightly grasped into his waist without letting him go.

After she had tasted this, it was impossible for her to be satisfied with her husband more.

By now, she knew she was going to be his woman, but she didn't mind.

Instead, she wished for it.

Until the last moment, they were inseparable, breathing heavily, then once again kissed each other as they let themselves fall into the pleasure of an illicit relationship.