Chapter 346

Chapter 346: Chapter 352

“You’re the worst… How could you do that to me? The family head of the strongest household in the region…” Silvia tried to sound furious, attempting to project an aura of authority and righteous indignation. But her voice betrayed her utterly, sounding weak, breathless, and broken—like a beaten dog whimpering out its final grievances.

“It is only a completely normal arrangement, Madam—an equivalent exchange for my services,” Quinn replied smoothly, his voice dropping into a calm, pragmatic register. “I know it pains your soul to see your beloved husband lingering in such a wretched, half-dead state” And you already witnessed with your own eyes that I am the absolute only one possessing the power to heal him. Do not let your pride destroy you; swallow it and save your husband’s life.”

Quinn cast a quick glance out the heavy window, noting that the corridor outside was dead silent. Only authorized family members and trusted inner staff were ever permitted onto this restricted wing, meaning it was entirely empty and safe for their illicit transactions.

“Ngn…. b-but why do you have to ask for something like that?” she pleaded, her hands trembling as she tried to fix her dress. “I can pay you an absolute fortune in cold currency. I can even gift you rare, high-tier totems and radiant orbs to enhance your martial strength and spiritual power.” She knew instinctively that dangling her immense wealth was her best card to play in order to entice him away from his base desires.

Deep down inside her traitorous mind, a dark, pulsing thought echoed relentlessly: I actually want to suck his cock… It terrified her. That single realization kept looping in her head, though she knew giving in to it would be a catastrophic mistake. Sucking off another man’s massive, throbbing cock right in front of her incapacitated spouse? It was profoundly, unforgivably depraved—too much for even her compromised morals to bear easily.

“I have no interest in the petty riches you are offering, Madam,” Quinn scoffed, stepping closer while maintaining his intimidating posture. “Your body is what I desire above all else. Hehe, we explored each other thoroughly last time, didn’t we? So I am certain you saw—and felt—just how much I love to relentlessly fuck your gorgeous body.” Quinn completely cast aside any polite pretenses; what had happened the previous day was an absolute revelation—a raw, unbridled mating session completely stripped of restraints or civilized rules.

“Ngn… y-you’re the absolute worst. You are exploiting my weakness and desperation,” she gasped, the harsh reality finally crashing down on her. It had been a calculated trap all along.

“I suppose I am? Hehe, well, to be entirely honest, I fully intended to perform my charity healing out of the goodness of my heart if you had just given me a genuine chance to connect today. Unfortunately, your stubbornness forced my hand.”

“It amounts to the exact same thing in the end… anyway,” Silvia muttered bitterly, realizing the tragic truth. No matter what path she chose, it would lead to the same humiliating destination: her indulging in a forbidden, pleasurable mistake, and him exploiting her desperate need to keep her pussy open, wet, and ready so that Quinn would continue granting her husband the gift of life.

“Ah, but doing it this way is infinitely more stimulating than a simple transaction. I am merely offering you a clear choice. Take it or leave it, if you truly wish to see your husband walk the earth again.”

“Y-you planned this entire sick scheme from the very start, didn’t you?” She tried to twist her body away from him, but her heavy breasts were still being kneaded and played with, leaving her trapped in a haze of overstimulation from which she couldn’t escape.

“I did no such thing; I simply seized an opportunity,” Quinn lied smoothly. “So, what do you say to taking my offer right now? Do not worry yourself overcomplicated things—just a deep, thorough blowjob. That will serve as the final, complete payment for healing your lord husband.” With a bold, unapologetic movement, Quinn reached down and unbuckled his trousers, sliding the fabric aside to reveal his thick, rock-hard cock in all its imposing glory.

“I—I never agreed to any of this insanity…” she stammered, her wide eyes instantly locking onto his monstrous, pulsating length. She remembered all too well how deeply it had breached her pussy, stretching her to her absolute limits, but seeing it standing fully erect in the sterile light of the sickroom was truly something else entirely.

“You will agree to it eventually; you always do. I am merely helping you skip the unnecessary hesitation and saving us both some time.” Quinn lazily stroked his thick shaft, the dark, swollen green veins snaking along the hot flesh making her swallow hard, her throat instantly going dry.

Ah… what the actual hell is that terrifying size…? Did my body really take that massive thing inside me without tearing apart…? She was spiraling rapidly into a full-blown existential crisis. Amidst all the swirling panic, however, one singular, overwhelming drive drowned out all rational thought: a fierce, primal urge to taste that thick cock once again.

N-no… this is completely bad. I shouldn’t want this… What about my husband… ahh, what on earth am I supposed to do now? She was trapped in the tightest, most inescapable corner of her life.

“H-how about we move to a different location…? This room… with him lying right here… it is simply too much to bear,” she whispered, a desperate compromise forming in her mind. If lowering herself to suck his cock was the absolute only way to save her husband’s life, she would force herself to do it—just not inches away from her spouse’s paralyzed form.

“Hoh? And why not right here?” Quinn teased, flicking his heavy cock upward so that it bounced up and down with an obscene slap against his flat stomach. “If we do it here, then the moment you finish sucking my cock, I can immediately turn around and heal your husband, completely avoiding the tedious hassle of walking down the hall.”

“N-no… that is utterly impossible. I refuse to do it in front of him. That is my absolute bottom line,” she declared, fixing him with a stern, desperate look. Even in her submissive, horny state, there were lines she inherently refused to cross while the man of her life lay breathing right beside them.

“Tsk, no fun at all… Well, I suppose that is a reasonable boundary to respect.” Quinn sighed with feigned disappointment, deciding not to push her past the breaking point just yet.

“That is my absolute limit… I will not give you an inch more than that,” she said firmly, casting one final, agonizing glance over her shoulder at the pitiful, frail state of her husband. Performing oral sex on Quinn right here would have been a psychological torture too far.

Ngn… I shouldn’t be doing any of this… but I truly have no other choice left, my dear, she thought internally, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she steeled her resolve. This is entirely for your sake… I will not surrender my dignity to my core, but I will play his game. I won’t fall permanently into such vile scum… You are my true love, my only one, and I will endure this hell for you.

With her mind finally made up through bitter tears, it was now or never.

“Fine. I can clearly see the stubborn determination burning in your eyes, Madam. So I will grant you this concession and accept a change of location,” Quinn agreed with a wolfish grin, sensing that the psychological battle was won. This wasn’t the ultimate climax yet; the true masterpiece would come later. When that pathetic husband of hers was eventually conscious enough to understand what his loyal wife was doing behind closed doors—that would be the ultimate, delicious time!

Hehe, so sweet… Quinn thought to himself with dark, sadistic amusement. A noble, devoted wife willing to debase herself entirely, swallowing her pride just to preserve a pathetic existence. How utterly precious… But I love it even more this way. It makes corruption so much more fun. The intense satisfaction he had felt when he relentlessly fucked Sylph while Brian lay trapped in his coma was a high unlike any other.

“F-follow me then. I will guide you to the private antechamber down the hall… And don’t you dare try to escape from your end of the bargain after this is finished,” she ordered in a shaky whisper, turning on her heel and marching toward the door, quickly trying to smooth down her heavily crumpled dress, which bore all the messy evidence of his endless, groping teasing.

This is entirely for the sake of our love… I will endure this degradation for you, my dear husband… please, just recover quickly, she chanted silently like a prayer as her trembling fingers unlocked the heavy wooden door, slipping into the quiet adjoining room before dropping immediately to her knees on the cold floor.

“Please… just make it quick and don’t make it longer than necessary…” she murmured softly, her wide, trembling eyes locked directly onto the thick, raw, pulsing cock looming right in front of her face.