Hey there, guys! Sorry for such a long break. I know many of you might have been disappointed, and some might be angry as well.

Well, I had my reasons for that long break. While not all of it was associated with the loss of motivation from having my work stolen, I wouldn't say it didn't play a major part.

If anyone's interested, I've uploaded the reason on my Patreon so you can check it from there.

Now, without wasting the word count, let's begin.

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Chapter 107

Cassandra’s eyes were glued to my dick. While Sandra's current appearance was a source of shock, she was equally captivated by the instrument that had caused such a spectacle.

“Hmph~~”

She released a slight whimpered moan as she instinctively protected her lips as I rubbed my dick on her pussy. This world didn't have the idea of sex, but it did have the idea of hierarchy. No noble could ever defy the king without the proper authority, and no commoner could ever defy a noble.

And suddenly, I was the king in this bedroom all evening, and the two women, a commoner and a noble, respectively, were nothing but my playthings. It made sense for Cassandra to be shocked by everything. By addressing her without her proper title or treating them less than human.

Of course, I hadn’t done anything extreme, but to Cassandra, who had lived her whole life as a noble, this much was extremely extreme.

But her body betrayed her. She, like her mother, also wanted to be treated like that. Like an inferior being. Like a pet.

“Cassandra,” I called her name, attracting her attention. She looked at me, now no longer offended that I was calling her by her name only. I smiled and said, “From now on, when we are in the bedroom and we are relieving me, you shall address me as your master. You must speak formally.”

“Wh-what?” Shocked once again, her eyes opened wide. She was aware that what I was asking her was blatantly disrespectful. But it was strange. I could tell what was going on inside her head.

She just witnessed Sandra being treated in that manner, and she had been treated similarly herself a short while before. She didn’t know what to make of it. What to feel about it. She had a lot of complicated feelings, but I knew how to get rid of them.

“HAH!!!”

In one quick move, my dick went all the way through her, taking her mind off of what was going on inside. Instead, her thoughts were reduced to just one thing.

Pleasure.

“Do you hate this, Cassandra?” I asked, keeping my dick buried inside her, but didn’t move.

She looked at me with cloudy eyes and a shaking body. She managed to whisper, "N-no..."

“Then do you like this? Does it feel good?” I asked as I slowly pulled my dick out of her and then slowly went back in. I did this so slowly that her mind could feel every bit of it.

“Hmmm~~~”

She moaned, but she didn’t reply. I waited for her to respond for a few more seconds, but when she didn't, I sighed and slowly withdrew once more—but didn't push back in the same manner.

Pah!

“AAAHH!!!”

“You need to tell me exactly how you feel!” I said out loud while trying to bear the pressure of her pussy. 

“Do you like it slow?” I slowly pulled it out again and then pushed it all back in with one quick thrust. "Or do you like it when I thrust it in like this?"

“Haaannhh!!!!”

“Oho~ You pussy squeezes me the most when I do it roughly,” I remarked, like making a new discovery, and all she could do in return was whimper and moan.

I was tempted to go slowly, and that was also my plan in the beginning. I had planned to slowly make her realize her desires over a few sex sessions. One by one, she would become a slave to my dick, but I gave up on that plan when her pussy squirmed so deliciously around my dick.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I said, and then my strokes only got fast and rough. No gentleness in them in the least, and that made her feel extremely good.

“Haaahh~!!”

“Aaaahhnnggg~~~!!!!”

She kept moaning, but instead of pushing me away, she pulled me in and made sure I never left her pussy. But I could sense something else going on in her. A turmoil. It appeared that her mind had not truly escaped from this conflicting situation.

The gears in her mind were churning. I could tell what she was thinking even without reading her mind.

She was calling back to her childhood. Who was she? She grew up with a normal status, not too high, and not too low. Her talent was amazing, and everyone revered her. Even the more senior members of the aristocracy desired to marry her into their families in order to elevate their own status.

She was pretty from day one, and with age, she only grew prettier. While sexual feelings weren’t involved, it did make sense to marry a woman who was beautiful and well accomplished. The cherry on top was that in addition to her beauty, she had talent. Naturally, a long line of suitors would be waiting at her door.

It was evident to me that, although she did not refute the attention, she was not particularly drawn to it. Sexual attraction was absent anyway, but romance did exist. But for her, such romance was empty as well.

That was until she met my brother, though. I didn’t know what she saw in him, but she was attracted to him.

Or perhaps, it was something else. Something else was coming to her mind now. No, more accurately, someone else.

Me.

From her childhood to now, she went from being a princess that many people wanted because of her beauty and talent to this.

A man held her by her shameful weakness, which she didn't even know existed, and all she could do was stare, moan, and shake.

“Do you feel good?” I asked, pausing for a split second to give her mind a moment to clear before starting up again, thrusting with more vigor when I saw that she was wondering how her life ended that way.

“HAAAAHHHHNNNNN!!!!”

Eventually, she ended up cumming. She came on my dick, clenching her pussy so tightly that even I was close to cumming. But, unfortunately, I didn’t cum. It wasn’t like I was holding back or something. I would have naturally let myself cum if I were at the edge.

But being focused on making her submit, I kind of forgot about my own pleasure.

I guess one’s mind did have something to do with it.

Once her orgasm passed, I pulled out, making her grunt in the process, but she could say nothing else. Her body was lethargic, so let alone say something, even catching her breath was difficult for her.

I leaned back, getting myself in the middle once again, and looked at the two beauties lying on their back. Sandra seemed to have recovered and was looking at Cassandra and absorbing our conversation while Cassandra was… a mess.

I smirked and extended my hands, invading their pussies with my fingers.

“Haann!!”

“Hyyaan??!!”

A sudden moan and one moan filled with confusion. Sandra, who was looking at Cassandra, was shocked when I put my fingers in my pussy. At the same time, Cassandra's body suddenly gained strength, and she looked at me with pleading eyes, as if she were begging me to spare her.

Like that helped her.

“Haann~~~”

“Haanngg~~~”

“Uuhhnnn~~”

“Aaaaa~~~”

They moaned in unison, each having their own color in moaning but moaning with passion nonetheless. Sandra’s moans were full of ecstasy, as if she wasn’t even trying to hold it in and just wanted to drown in the pleasure I was providing. As for Cassandra, she was trying to bear the pressure of having her weaknesses exposed and in my hands, her status having changed at my mercy. By that definition, I could also say that she felt extremely good.

A devious thought entered my mind. Looking at them squirming like that, I wanted to do something that I didn’t think I would have done before. I was attracted to Cassandra's submissiveness, though, and Sandra was simply unfortunate to be in the same situation.

I exited their pussies, and while they thought that that was the end of it, I raised my hands and brought them down, slapping their pussies, not roughly, but not gently either, making them scream out loud.

“Aaggghh!!!”

“Aann~~”

But one thing I wasn’t expecting was this spectacle before me.

“Ngghh~~~”

“Ohhh~~~”

While Sandra screamed in pain, but didn’t say anything because she was trying to come to terms with what had just happened, Cassandra’s pussy was twitching wildly, and I swear the look on her face indicated she was cumming.

“Wh-what, Jack?! Why did you hit me here?” Sandra asked with blame in her voice, but my attention was more focused on Cassandra, whose mini orgasm had passed, and now she was looking at Sandra’s reaction.

However, her mind was once again going through turmoil. She realized that Sandra’s reaction was normal. If she had been hit, she should have also reacted the same way. But she didn’t.

She was enjoying it.

“Haha.”

And what she did next only made me chuckle.

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