I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM - Chapter 634 - 634: Continued Humiliation - r18

Valeria sobbed from the pain. She had never been taken like this, never been so thoroughly dominated.

Another orgasm was already building.

“Everyone’s watching you fall apart,” he reminded her, slapping her ass again, harder this time. “Watching the famous Valeria reduced to a moaning mess. What do you think they’re thinking right now?”

“I don’t care,” Valeria gasped, and realized with shock that she meant it. The humiliation that should have been unbearable had somehow transformed into fuel for her arousal. “Just don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

Julian’s laugh was low and satisfied.

“Much better. Honesty suits you.”

He adjusted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust hit that perfect spot inside her with devastating accuracy. The second orgasm crashed over Valeria even harder than the first, making her scream. Her arms gave out completely, making her upper body collapse onto the sofa while her ass remained elevated.

Meanwhile, Julian continued his relentless pace, each thrust driving Valeria closer to the edge of sanity.

His hand tangled in her hair again, pulling her head back so her face was visible to anyone watching.

“So tell me,” Julian said, his voice maddeningly steady despite the intense activity, “does money buy everything?”

Valeria tried to answer, but another thrust hit that devastating spot inside her and her words dissolved into a strangled moan.

“I asked you a question,” Julian repeated, slowing his thrusts slightly—just enough to let her regain little composure.

“Yes!” Valeria gasped, her voice breaking. “Yes—ahhh!—money buys—nnngh—everything! Everything has a—oh gods—a price!”

Julian’s free hand delivered another sharp slap to her ass, the sound echoing through the lounge.

“Everything?” he pressed. “Your dignity? Your reputation? Your self-respect?”

“Yes!” Valeria sobbed, no longer caring how it sounded. “Yes, yes, all of it—ahhhn—for the right price—oh fuck—anything!”

“Good answer,” Julian murmured.

He took out his cock completely—and Valeria actually whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Julian then reached into his pocket and pulled out another pouch. This one was even larger than the first, and when he tossed it onto the table beside the other one, it landed with a truly loud thunk.

Valeria’s eyes widened. That pouch sounded like… like it contained at least another thirty gold. Maybe more.

“Fifty gold total,” Julian said calmly, as if he hadn’t just casually thrown around more money than most people in this district saw in years. “But you’re going to earn every single coin.”

He released her hair and stepped back slightly.

“Get on your fours,” he commanded. “On the floor. Not the sofa—the floor.”

Valeria’s mind blanked. The floor?

“But… the floor is…” she started weakly.

“Fifty gold,” Julian reminded her.

And he was right. For fifty gold—fifty gold!—she would do almost anything.

Valeria’s hands hesitantly released their grip on the sofa cushions. Her legs trembled as she pushed herself up slightly, then slid off the sofa onto her knees on the carpeted floor.

She positioned herself on her hands and knees, her ass elevated, her breasts hanging free.

The position put her on display in the most degrading way possible.

“Lower,” Julian instructed. “Chest to the floor. Ass high.”

Valeria bit her lips but she obeyed. She lowered her upper body until her breasts touched the carpet, her cheek resting on the floor and pushed her ass up high.

The position was utterly degrading. She looked like an animal presenting for mating.

Tears of shame leaked from the corners of her eyes.

“Perfect,” Julian said, appreciation clear in his voice. “Now everyone can see exactly what you are. Just a desperate slut who’ll do anything for money.”

His words should have broken something in her, but instead they sent a pulse of shameful pleasure through her core.

“Please,” Valeria whimpered, no longer even sure what she was begging for anymore.

Julian knelt behind her, his hand squeezing her ass. His fingers dipped briefly into her dripping pussy before he withdrew.

“You’re soaking wet,” he teased. “Being humiliated like this, being displayed like an animal—it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Nnngh… I don’t… ahhh… it’s not…” Valeria tried to deny it, but another moan escaped as his fingers found her clit.

“Honesty,” Julian reminded her, withdrawing his touch. “I want honesty. Does being humiliated turn you on?”

Valeria’s face burned against the carpet. Around them, the lounge had fallen quiet again, everyone’s attention returning to the central display, eager to see what would happen next.

“Yes!” she finally admitted, her voice breaking. “Yes, it turns me—ohhh!—it turns me on! I don’t know why—ahhn!—it shouldn’t, but it does!”

“Good girl,” Julian praised, and positioned himself behind her again.

This time when he entered her, the angle was deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her fingers clawing at the carpet.

“That’s it,” Julian encouraged, his pace brutal and unrelenting. “Let them hear you. Let them see what you’ve been reduced to.”

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh gods—fuck—yes—more—please—”

Julian’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his cock driving into her with punishing force. Each thrust made her breasts drag against the carpet, the friction adding another layer of sensation.

“Count them,” Julian commanded suddenly. “Count every thrust. Loudly. So everyone can hear.”

“What? No, I can’t—”

A sharp slap to her ass made her yelp.

“Count. Now.”

“One!” Valeria gasped as he thrust hard. “Two! Three—oh fuck—four!”

Her voice cracked.

“Five! Six—ahhh!—seven! Eight—”

“Louder,” Julian demanded.

“NINE! TEN! ELEVEN—oh gods I’m going to—TWELVE!”

Another orgasm was building, impossible as that seemed after the multiple releases she had already experienced. Her body was hypersensitive, every touch magnified beyond reason.

“THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN—”

“Do you want to cum again?” Julian asked, his thrusts never faltering.

“Yes! Gods yes! Please—SIXTEEN!—please let me cum!”

“Beg better than that,” he commanded. “Beg like the desperate whore you’ve become. Convince everyone watching that you need it more than your next breath.”

Valeria’s last shreds of dignity evaporated.

“Please!” she screamed, abandoning her sanity entirely. “Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything! I’m your whore, your slut, whatever you want—just please let me cum again! I can’t take it anymore! Please, please, PLEASE!”

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the drool that had escaped her mouth.