CHAPTER 151: CH-151

I asked her a question that had been sitting on my tongue for a while.

"Elizabeth... are you still pure?"

She froze. No answer came out. Her hands covered her face as quiet sobs slipped through her fingers.

"I’m... I’m sorry," she whispered. "I’m already tainted. My parents pushed me to marry an old man because we owed money. He did bad things to me repeatedly."

Her voice broke. Anyone could hear the pain in it. A girl her age getting pushed into that kind of life would feel ruined, even when it wasn’t her fault.

If I’m being honest, I never expected her to be married already—she looked barely twenty. Then again, considering how old and rural this place was, chances were there was no such thing as a legal age here.

Not really uncommon—even in my old world, developed countries still practiced such questionable customs.

"It’s okay. No one will judge you," my finger rested gently against her lips. "Your past won’t change how I see you."

My motto stayed simple: if there was a hole, there was a way. And honestly, a hole that knew what it was doing beat a brand-new one that doesn’t. Take it from someone like me who loves MILF.

I stopped my thoughts there before I turned more philosophical. My focus turned back to her soaking wet slit that was begging for more attention.

"See, your p*ssy is still in great condition," I grunted. "Your husband’s carry must be very small."

Her walls clenched around me, a silent, desperate reaction. I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch before driving back in, deeper this time.

"Tell me," I grunted, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust that made her whole body jolt. "Did he ever make you feel this good?"

"Never!" she screamed, the word torn from her throat by a wave of pleasure. "I hate that bastard! He forced himself on me all the time."

Her voice cracked, but the raw anger in it was intoxicating. It was like her rage was being washed away by the pleasure, each thrust erasing another unwanted memory.

"Good," I snarled, flipping us over in one fluid motion. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thump, her eyes wide with surprise. I grabbed her legs, throwing them over my shoulders and folding her nearly in half.

This new angle was devastating, letting me sink into her to the hilt. I looked down, watching my c*ck disappear inside her, then locked eyes with her.

"Then forget him," I commanded. "Right now, the only man who ever fucked you is me."

I started fucking her harder. I slammed my c*ck into her over and over, fast and deep. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room.

Suddenly, a loud, wet farting noise came from her p*ssy. Her whole body was shaking from the overwhelming sensation.

She looked embarrassed, but I just grinned.

"That’s it," I grunted. "Don’t hold anything back. I want to hear all of it."

I kept thrusting even harder. Her embarrassment disappeared, replaced by pure lust as she let her body make whatever noises it wanted.

"Look at you," I panted, my hips a blur as I pounded into her. "Your little cunt is so greedy for my c*ck, it’s singing for me."

She gave no answer. She only bit the blanket to keep the sound down.

"You’re too quite. I don’t like that."

I moved us through different positions, folding her body to mine, taking her from behind, watching her face in the dim light as I drove into her damped p*ssy again and again.

It wasn’t just about the release anymore; it was about rewriting her p*ssy, erasing every ghostly touch of her husband.

The room was thick with the scent of our sweat , the air filled with our ragged breaths and the wet slapping sounds of our bodies joining.

My c*ck began to throb. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear.

"I’m gonna fill you ," I growled. "Gonna filled it so full of my seed, you’ll never forget what a real fucking feels like. You want that? You want my seed?"

"Yes! Yes! Fill me !" she begged, her voice breaking as her body trembled on the absolute edge. "Please! Fill me up!"

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself as deep as she could take me.

"ARGGG" A roar tore from my throat as my c*ck exploded, pumping a massive, hot load deep inside her.

The sensation overwhelmed her, and she reacted in a way that was both adorable and seductive. Her eyes rolled back, and a gush of her own fluids soaked us both, a final, messy tribute to the orgasm that completely shattered her.

Finally, I successfully fucked the memory of her bastard husband right out of her.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked while kissing her soft lips.

"Y... yes. It was amazing. Thank you, Remus."

She kissed me back. "I feel happy being accepted by you."

My hand slid through her hair in a slow stroke.

"Don’t say things like that. Why would I not accept you? You’re pretty, kind, and loyal. Any man who turned you away had no eyes."

Without waiting for her reply, I kissed her again. Time to start the next round.

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Hours later.

I leaned back, watching her sleep peacefully, the soft rise and fall of her bare chest calming me. Everything felt still, like it could stay that way forever.

Not that I was falling for her or anything. I just got sentimental after sleeping with someone—it made me feel less like a jerk. I knew it wasn’t the healthiest way to feel good, but who cared? It was my life, and no one could read my mind anyway.

"I enjoyed --"

My vision bled crimson, and a sudden, scorching heat raced up my throat.

’Shit... I knew it. I fucking knew it.’