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Chapter 104: Taking 'Responsibility' [R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-10-24 12:07:54 +0000 UTCSilence fell over the forest for a moment...
The only sounds were Clara’s heavy breathing and the rustle of dry leaves in the wind... The smell of damp earth after a rain and pine resin hung in the air, mingling with something more potent... a unique, sharp, sweet scent... the scent of raw lust radiating from the woman before him.
Owen looked deep into Clara’s pleading, glistening eyes... eyes that, just moments ago, were filled with the panic of being caught. Now, they were replaced by a raw, savage desire she couldn't hide. The flames of need burned openly in them.
A controller's smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Responsibility? Of course..." His deep, seductive voice cut through the silence, low and slightly hoarse. "But since this is your 'urgent business'... shouldn't you be the one to 'present' it to me?"
Owen’s words were the ignition switch! Clara's last thread of sanity snapped... Raw instinct and the lust that had been pent-up for an hour exploded.
She understood his hidden meaning instantly!
Fwip!
Clara pulled away from Owen’s chest, her eyes darting around frantically... and she found it... another large oak tree on the opposite side. It was the perfect stage! She said nothing more, turned her back to him, and walked straight for it.
The sound of the zipper on her cream-colored shorts being pulled down echoed, "ZRRK!" She yanked them down, letting them pool at her ankles, revealing her rounded buttocks wrapped in tiny black lace panties... which were now soaked through, clinging seductively to the cleft of her plump mound...
Drip~
A single drop of her arousal couldn't resist gravity... falling onto the dry leaves below.
Clara leaned forward, bracing one arm against the rough tree trunk. She felt the coarse bark scrape her soft palm, a small stimulus that drove her feral mood even higher. She slowly struck an incredibly erotic pose, arching her hips and thrusting her full buttocks toward him as deliberately as possible.
The pose... it was a blatant and challenging invitation!
Clara turned her face, as red as a ripe tomato, to look at him over her shoulder... She bit her lower lip seductively, her breath coming in ragged pants.
"Please..." her voice was trembling and hoarse. "Take your big cock and slam it into me... I... Ah... I want your cock so badly I'm dying!" She stared at him with eyes pleading desperately.
Seeing this, Owen could only smile, satisfied with her 'presentation.' He slowly closed the distance, approaching her from behind...
Crunch... rustle… The sound of his footsteps on the dry leaves. Each step he took was like a drumbeat sealing her fate. The closer he got... the stronger the sweet scent of her excitement hit his nose...
The "Sire" instinct within him was fully awakened!
His eyes were fixed on the "target" she had offered... her slightly trembling buttocks and the black lace, soaked wet, revealing the curves within.
He didn't need to say another word...
Smack! His large hands landed on her rounded hips, squeezing them hard until his fingertips sank in. Soft, supple flesh spilled out between his fingers.
"Aah!" Clara cried out, her hips swaying from the sharp pleasure.
Owen ignored it... He used just his thumb... hooked the waistband of her tiny lace panties... and pulled them mercilessly to the side!
"Ah!" Clara flinched, her body tensing.
The sight that appeared before him made Owen's breath catch for a moment...
Her slit was red and swollen from his fingers earlier... Now it was wide open, waiting for him. The inner walls were glistening, reflecting the dappled sunlight... Her love juice was flowing out nonstop...
And the best part... that entrance... it was twitching...
Twitch Twitch Twitch~
Like a small, hungry mouth... begging him to fill it right now!
Seeing that, Owen didn't wait any longer...
He stood tall behind her, positioned himself, and grabbed his 12-inch cock, which was now as hard as a red-hot steel rod... Veins bulged, throbbing as if alive...
He used it... to "greet" her first...
Smack! Smack!
Owen used the side of his cock to slap her trembling buttocks a few times. The sound of flesh on flesh, "Smack!", wasn't loud, but it was firm enough to leave faint red marks on her pale skin.
"Ah! Ummm~"
Clara couldn't help but moan, her breath hitching. When she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes were filled with ultimate expectation... It was the look of someone ready to be devoured.
Owen smiled... He pressed the flared, crimson head of his cock, slick with his own pre-come, right against her tight, wet entrance... He ground it lightly, letting the juicy head meet the sweet nectar flowing endlessly from her...
Squelch~
"Oh... Owen... please... Ah..." Clara moaned, her voice trembling. She arched her hips, swaying slightly, trying to take in that tiny bit of contact...
And he answered her request...
By thrusting all the way in... in a single stroke!
Sliiiide! THUD!
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Clara screamed at the top of her lungs!
Her entire body was slammed forward by the massive force, causing her huge breasts to crash hard against the rough bark of the oak tree! "Ugh!" The sharp pain from the bark mixed with the breathtaking fullness and pleasure that filled her abdomen in that split second, making her mind go white...
She could feel his enormous cock head ramming past her tight channel... slamming directly into her cervix deep inside!
Owen didn't give her a second to breathe. He started moving his hips immediately!
It wasn't gentle fucking... It was a "slamming," violent, savage, and primal!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The sound of wet flesh colliding echoed loudly in the quiet grove... It was the release of all their pent-up emotions...
Owen gripped her hips firmly, pinning her body to the tree... and hammered his cock into her like a madman. He was staking his claim on his best friend's wife...
The feeling of fucking her savagely in the woods... while her husband sat drinking coffee less than 200 meters away... It was so thrilling it almost drove him insane! His "Sire" instinct roared in delight!
"Ah! Ah! Aah! Owen! Harder... Harder! Aahh! Fuck me... fuck my slutty slit harder! Aaaaaah!"
Clara was completely pinned. All she could do was cling to the tree and take the relentless pounding. She was moaning shamelessly, forgetting everything... Damian, the outside world...
She only wanted the big cock that was bruising her sweet spot with every precise thrust!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Who knows how long passed, maybe twenty or thirty minutes... Having been aroused since the camp and now being pounded relentlessly... Clara's body couldn't take it anymore.
"Owen! Aah... I... I can't... going to... come... Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" she shrieked, her voice echoing through the woods! Her body spasmed violently…
Twitch Twitch Twitch~
Her slit clamped down on his large cock, squeezing insanely as if trying to milk every last drop out of him... The violent convulsions deep inside her... it triggered Owen's own climax!
"Aaaaargh!" he roared deep in his throat... accelerating his rhythm, slamming into her faster than ever! Hammering deep into her womb that was spasming around him like a machine!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
"Aah! Aah! Aah! Owen! Ummm!" Clara almost died from the pleasure.
And at the deepest point of his thrust... he "released" it!
Splooge Splooge Splooge Splooge~
A massive amount of thick, white semen, the product of his Sire power, was shot violently into her womb... It wasn't just a release... it was an "injection," continuous and powerful...
Gush Splooge Splooge~
Pumping hot fluid into her body again and again...
"Aah... Aaaaaah... Hot! So hot! Ummmm!"
Clara screamed again, her mind, which had just started to clear, went blank once more... She felt it... the hot liquid shooting inside her nonstop... It filled her womb until a warmth spread through her entire body... Her body began to convulse again... Twitch Twitch... It was a multiple orgasm, born from being truly "filled"!
Owen didn't pull out immediately. He kept his hips pressed forward, his cock buried deep... letting her feel his shaft still throbbing inside... Throb Throb... wringing out every last drop into her...
A moment that felt like an eternity passed... until he was sure she had taken all of it. He then slowly pulled his still-hard cock out...
PLOP!~
The withdrawal made a loud, obscene sound... and in the next second... a massive amount of thick, white liquid flowed back out of her entrance… It ran down the cleft of her buttocks, coating her inner thighs in a long trail before dripping onto the dry leaves below...
Drip... Drip...
"Pant... pant... pant..."
Clara was completely spent. Her legs were shaking so hard she couldn't stand... Her body slid down the tree... collapsing onto the grassy ground, leaning against the oak and panting heavily... Her eyes were vacant, her mind still blank from the most intense orgasm of her life.
Owen looked at his "handiwork" splattered on her legs and the ground with a satisfied smile.
He crouched down slightly... leaned in close... and slapped her reddened butt lightly...
Smack!
"Did you enjoy me 'taking responsibility', my love~" he whispered sweetly by her ear...
Clara, her mind still not back, could only nod blankly, her breath still hitching...
Owen chuckled softly in his throat before kissing her damp forehead gently. "Let's get back to the camp... before Damian starts to wonder about your 'urgent business'."
He stood up and looked at the sight of Clara, still leaning against the oak, panting heavily. Her legs were still trembling, and the thick, white cum was streaked down her inner thighs... It was an incredibly satisfying image.
He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out a small pack of wet tissues... and handed them to her. "Hurry and wipe yourself, my love..." His voice was still laced with a tease. "Our 'handiwork'... it's all over your legs."
Those words snapped Clara back to reality... Her face flushed crimson again. She looked down at her own shameful state... A large amount of white cum was still seeping out, making her thighs feel incredibly sticky... She swallowed hard before frantically taking the tissues and ripping the packet open...
Rip! The faint, clean scent of the tissue hit her nose... It was a stark contrast to the potent smell of sex that still hung heavily around her.
She quickly began to wipe herself, embarrassed... but her legs were still shaking so much she could barely do it properly.
Owen watched her fondly for a moment before helping pull her t-shirt, which had ridden up to her chest, back into place. He brushed the dirt and dry leaves off her back.
Clara took a deep breath, trying to gather her remaining strength, and clumsily pulled her wrinkled shorts back on. When she tried to stand up... her legs betrayed her instantly...
Stumble...
"Ah!"
Owen sighed softly. "Hah... Guess I was a bit too 'responsible'."
He closed the distance in a single step, sliding his strong arm around her waist... pulling her soft, weak body against his to support her...
"You okay?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Mmm..." She could only nod weakly, burying her hot face against his broad chest.
The two supported each other as they walked out of the woods... The sight of Owen holding Clara's waist as she limped slightly looked exactly like a couple who had gone for a walk where the woman had an accident.
As they emerged from the dense tree line... a familiar voice rang out.
"...I'm telling you, Julian! The 'Matcha Latte with Red Bean Paste' formula... it's gotta be the answer for those caffeine-addicted university kids!" Damian and Julian were passionately debating "coffee formulas for university students"...
"You're back..." Damian turned to greet them... before his sentence froze as he saw their condition.
"Hmm? Clara! Are you okay, my love!? Why is your face so red? And... and why does Owen have to support you back!?"
Crap! Clara's face went pale. She had completely forgotten to think of an excuse... She was about to speak, but nothing came out...
Luckily, it seemed Owen had already prepared the perfect excuse. He walked up and slapped his worried friend on the shoulder, "Smack!", to snap him out of it... while slipping into his role as an actor.
"Calm down, buddy... It's nothing serious... just a small accident," he said in a soft tone to downplay it. "Turns out the phone signal was the problem. We had to walk pretty deep to find one..."
He paused, letting Damian process, before continuing. "She was in such a hurry she 'slipped.' Luckily, I 'caught' her in time... but it looks like she 'hurt' her ankle a bit."
Owen's alibi was perfectly natural... Clara, having just regained her wits, quickly grabbed Owen's arm to support herself, putting on a slight show of pain in her ankle to match the story...
"Y-yes! I just slipped a little... but the 'work' is all done! Thanks, Owen, for 'helping' me." She deliberately emphasized the word 'helping' so much Owen almost laughed...
"Phew! Close call!" Damian let out a sigh of relief. "You have to be more careful next time, my love! Thanks so much, buddy! You really helped her out!" Damian slapped Owen's arm gratefully... completely unaware of how savagely his best friend had just "helped" his wife...
While Damian was busy helping Clara to a chair... Owen glanced over and saw Julian, who was wearing a clearly suspicious expression. The clever young man was looking back and forth between Owen and Clara, who was still faintly blushing, his eyes narrowed slightly... He seemed to 'guess' something... but he didn't say anything...
"Alright!" Owen clapped his hands, grabbing everyone's attention. "Now that Clara's business is settled... it's time for us to pack up and head home! This camping trip... I'd call it a great success!"
Half an hour later, everyone was helping to pack up quickly... The atmosphere was filled with relief and new hope.
Soon... Owen's SUV was heading back to the heart of Titan City...
Owen was humming happily... driving in a relaxed, chill mood amidst the fading afternoon sun... He glanced to his side, seeing Clara sitting there smiling to herself. Then he looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Damian and Julian engrossed in a mobile game together. It was a sight that truly made Owen's heart feel good...
And right at that moment... the translucent blue screen of the "Choice System" appeared in his vision, along with a notification…
…
[ System Message ]:
[ 'Victoria's' affection has decreased by 5 points! ]
[ Reason: [Chain of Lust] condition not met for over 24 hours. ]
[ Victoria's Current Affection: 85/100 ]
…
Owen saw the notification... and just shrugged lightly...
He already knew this... He had calculated this outcome before he even decided to come camping with his friends...
'5 points...' he thought to himself, in a great mood. '...that's a cheap price... for such an excellent weekend.'
A cunning smile appeared at the corner of his lips...
'Don't worry, Victoria... Master is on his way back... and all day tomorrow... I'm going to 'pump' that affection score right back up... until you're begging me for mercy...'
Owen closed the system window without a care... before stepping on the gas, sending the SUV speeding back towards Titan City, as rock music played along the whole way...
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