Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1599: When Devil comes out... You won’t like it: Part-4

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“Hahahaha…”

Everyone flinched, their bodies stiffening as their eyes snapped toward the source… Aether, laughing like a madman, his shoulders shaking as he clutched his stomach.

“M-My Lord?” The beautiful woman trembled, her voice laced with confusion and unease… had she revealed too much, gone too far?

Her breath hitched when his grip on her busty boobs tightened again, fingers digging in with deliberate force, squeezing until a sharp sting spread through her chest, making her wince.

Aether’s laughter slowly died, fading into a low, amused exhale as his hands stilled.

His gaze dropped, locking onto her chest with unsettling focus. Then, almost casually, he loosened his grip.

“It seems it would be tight… let me loosen it for you,” he murmured, before suddenly ripping off her top in one clean motion, baring her boobs completely to the open hall.

“KYAA!”

Her scream cut through the air as her hands shot up in panic to cover herself, only to be seized instantly by Aether, pinning her wrists in place.

Kaelen turned his head away.

The others stood frozen, shock carving itself into their faces as they watched Aether touch her openly, shamelessly, his hands moving over her body as if no one else existed.

“M-My Lord, what are you doing—”

“Ssshh.”

His fingers moved without hesitation, pinching her nipples before everyone, slow and deliberate, before kneading her breasts again, deeper, firmer, as if testing how far he could push her.

“Y-eyss~”

A soft, broken moan escaped her lips, betraying her.

Mathew and his ex-friend flinched violently, horror flashing across their faces as heat rushed into their cheeks, their eyes locked helplessly onto the scene unfolding before them.

Their beloved woman… reduced to this… moaned by some stranger.

Their blood boiled, something raw and ugly twisting in their chests, yet their gazes refused to look away. Especially from the way her body responded, from the helpless movement of those jiggling boobs under his hands, drawing their attention despite themselves.

The beautiful woman bit her lip, her thoughts spiralling uncontrollably.

’Fuck~ His hands are so good… fuck, my panties are getting wet already… just from my boobs? That never happened before… aahh~ so good… if I’m already like this from just his hands… what happens if it goes—’

Her thoughts shattered mid-sentence.

“Look at those losers… they’re enjoying your view~” Aether whispered, his breath brushing against her ear.

She froze.

Her eyes snapped open, trembling, only to find them… standing there, staring, unmoving, drinking in the sight of her exposed body.

“Fucking losers… ahah~”

Her voice quivered, but it carried something twisted, something complicit.

Aether’s lips curled beneath the mask.

“Indeed… sore losers,” he murmured, his gaze sliding toward Mathew. “Tell me, Mathew… how does it feel? Watching your beloved melt under another man’s touch… does it stir something familiar inside you?”

Mathew’s body jerked as if struck, his face flushing violently.

“H-How dare you force yourself on her?… S-She is not enjoying—”

“AHH~ YESSS~~”

The moan cut him off like a blade.

“What was that?” Aether’s voice turned darker, amused, cruel. He leaned slightly, savouring the expression twisting across Mathew’s face.

That broken, distorted look… that helpless fury mixed with disbelief.

Aether’s teeth clenched,

“Tell me… does it remind you of something or someone~ You pathetic loser?”

Mathew froze.

Then it came back… that memory he had buried.

A pathetic girl… devoted, desperate, waiting for him, loving him more than anything… and how he crushed her, humiliated her, all because she made him wait.

His face turned pale, horror blooming slowly.

Aether saw it.

And he smiled.

His hands moved again, rougher now, teasing, pressing, dragging against her sensitive skin as her body trembled violently in his lap. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her breathing breaking into uneven gasps, teetering on the edge.

A low groan slipped from Aether’s throat.

“Look at her… grinding herself like she’s begging for it… desperate, shameless…” his voice dipped lower, “And you? All you can do is stand there… watching… while I take my time with your wife? Getting fucked?”

He chuckled darkly.

“Come on… at least pretend you have some spine… some pathetic bravado~”

Every word landed like poison.

Yet Aether… enjoyed every second.

That face Mathew made… raw, exposed, stripped of dignity.

It was intoxicating.

It was fucking hilarious.

’And pitiful… beautifully pitiful~’

The thought coiled through him, sending a sharp thrill down his spine.

The woman’s body arched suddenly, her back bending as pleasure overtook her completely, her voice breaking into a cry that echoed through the hall.

“OH GOD! I am coming… just from my boobs… I am coming…!”

Her body trembled uncontrollably in his grasp.

Aether leaned closer, his voice a whisper soaked in command.

“Then show it to your husband.”

“H-Huh?”

“Show it!”

Aether’s eyes burned in deep crimson, a suffocating glow that seemed to command reality itself, pressing down on her will like an unseen hand.

Instantly, the beautiful woman obeyed, as if her body no longer belonged to her. Her trembling fingers lifted her skirt slowly, deliberately, before she slid her panties down, exposing her wet slit as it glistened under the dim light.

“I… I am cumming… aah… Mathew… John… I am cumming from another man’s hands… something not even your cocks could do… ~AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~”

Splash~

Splash~

Her body convulsed violently, hips jerking forward as the release burst out of her, splashing across Mathew’s and John’s faces.

The warm liquid clung to their skin, dripping down slowly, obscenely, as if marking them.

They stood there… frozen.

Their eyes were empty, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

Moments ago, they had been drawn in, unable to look away… but now, the truth crushed them beneath its weight.

Their beloved woman, reduced to trembling pleasure in another man’s grasp, unravelling completely, shamelessly, without restraint.

And worse… she had climaxed from nothing but his hands on her boobs… not even on her slit!

It was freaking humiliation to them!

What could possibly hurt them worse than this?

Aether’s lips curled slightly, watching their collapse like a man admiring a carefully orchestrated ruin.

“What is it?” he spoke, “That look… that hollow stare… is that all that remains of you now?”

Their knees buckled.

Their bodies gave out without resistance, as if their souls had already abandoned them. They dropped heavily to the ground, legs useless, their manhood lifeless, their pride shattered beyond repair.

Something inside them had broken!

Completely!!

“Ha… ha… ha…”

The beautiful woman panted heavily, her breath uneven as faint tremors still pulsed through her body. Her slit slowly calmed, though the aftershocks of pleasure lingered, refusing to fade.

’T-That was… so fucking good… I never squirted like that… fuck…’

Her eyes, once rolled back, slowly returned to focus, though the haze of pleasure still clouded her mind, blurring everything except the man holding her.

“Did you like it?” Aether whispered into her ear, his voice soft, yet carrying something dark, something that coiled around her senses.

She shivered.

Not from fear… but from the way his voice alone stirred her body again, her slit twitching faintly as if responding to him without permission.

“Y-Yes… so… so fucking good… I want more… touch me more~ please…” her voice trembled, desperate, her eyes half-lidded, yet burning with need.

She had stopped caring.

She didn’t care who here…

She didn’t care if her husband was broken…

She didn’t care if her toy was broken…

She didn’t fucking care about anything other than getting fucked by Aether at the moment.

Aether watched her carefully, his gaze darkening.

Those eyes… broken, craving, surrendering.

“So sweet~” he murmured.

His gaze shifted toward the two men kneeling in ruin, and his smile deepened beneath the mask.

“Look at them… still breathing, yet already dead inside,” his voice sharpened, “Tell me… should I thank you for entertaining them like this? I wonder how you moan when I fuck you brainless… ahahahah~”

“I’d love to know too~” the beautiful woman replied, her voice thick, her lips slightly parted, her gaze locked onto him without shame.

“You made me cum like nobody else… I can only imagine… it’ll feel like euphoria… something beyond this world… something that will break me completely… ahaha~”

Aether chuckled softly.

“Break you?” he echoed,

“No… I don’t break things halfway… I make sure there’s nothing left to put back together~”

Mathew’s thoughts trembled violently.

’W-Why are you doing this…? I-I loved you… I really did… even hurting Penelope for you… I gave you everything… W-Why…? Why are you enjoying another man…? Why…?’

His chest felt hollow, his thoughts cracking, unable to hold themselves together.

Beside him, the handsome man’s mind twisted painfully.

’You came to me… you chose me… you said I was enough… you pulled me in… and now… now I’m nothing? I fell for you… I wanted you… all of you and your friends… Trio, I loved all my life… Was that wrong…? I wanted everything… and now… this… this is what you choose… just his hands…? Even though I had to work all the way… Why…?’

Their thoughts rotted in silence.

Aether exhaled slowly, as if their suffering was nothing more than background noise.

His hands returned to her chest, slower now, deliberate, his palms cupping her boobs as his fingers pressed in.

“So soft, so gentle… Hmm, elastic too…” he muttered, “So responsive… so eager to betray everything for a little pleasure…”

His grip tightened slightly.

Seeing Aether enjoying her boobs, the beautiful woman smirked more deeply, her expression turning sharper, almost predatory, as if she had found her place in the chaos.

“It all belongs to you now, dear~ You can do whatever you want… it belongs to you, and you alone~” she whispered, her voice slow and dripping with intent, as she pressed her chest harder against him, deliberately moulding herself into his hands as if sealing that claim.

“Oh? So sweet… it belongs to me… I am so happy,” he said.

His hands moved more… squeezing, weighing, testing, as if memorising every inch.

“Haha… you look like a child,” she said, her laughter soft but edged with satisfaction, clearly pleased at how easily he indulged in her body.

Aether’s lips curved into a faint pout,

“I am not a child.”

“Haha…”

“Sooo… it belongs to me, right?”

“Of course!”

“I can do whatever I want, right?”

“Absolutely!”

Aether’s hands never paused, squeezing and rolling her flesh beneath his palms.

“How about this…” he leaned in closer, “why don’t you announce it to everyone here… let them hear it clearly… who you belong to.”

His fingers pinched her nipples again, firmer, more punishing this time.

The beautiful woman trembled, her breath hitching as her body reacted instantly, a visible shudder running through her as her face flushed deeper, heat blooming across her skin.

Still… she nodded.

Turning slowly, she faced everyone, her gaze dragging across the room before settling on her ex-husband and the ex-toy beside him, both already broken, already hollow.

“From here on, these boobs… ah~”

Her voice cracked into a soft moan as Aether tightened his grip again.

She shot him a small, trembling pout.

“Sorry… you’re too exciting~” Aether murmured, as he gave a subtle wink, his hands still wrapped around her chest, holding them as something claimed beyond return.

The beautiful woman shivered. This guy was just horny for her, didn’t he?

Well, it would be useful to her~

“S-Stop it…” she said weakly, though her body leaned into his touch.

Taking a slow breath, steadying herself, she lifted her chin again,

“From here on, these boobs belong to my beloved future H—”

“Oops!~”

The word came lightly.

Too lightly.

Chuck~

CHUCK!!!

Splash!

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

The scream tore through the hall like something being ripped apart from the inside.

In a single instant, the world fractured.

Two violent arcs of blood burst outward, slicing through the air in opposite directions, painting a grotesque crimson curve that hung for a split second before collapsing into droplets.