Chapter 88: (88) Courrupting Elise (2)

Elise remained silent on Daniel’s lap, mind churning with dirty thoughts and the twisted logic he kept feeding her.

These were just mindless, filthy talks... yet with Absolute Paternal Dominion quietly activated, every word sank deeper than it should have. The moment she had looked at him as her husband while he was buried inside her, she had completed the condition the ability needed. Now her resistance felt softer, her thoughts more willing to bend under the residual heat still pulsing between her legs.

Both of her holes were still leaking.

Thick, creamy mixture of his cum and her own juices continued to seep into the already-ruined black panties, making the fabric cling wetly to her swollen folds and the slightly gaping rim of her asshole. Every small shift on his lap sent a fresh, sticky trickle down her inner thigh.

"But doesn’t marriage mean both body and heart?" she asked, voice quieter, almost breathless.

Daniel’s hands never stopped their slow, possessive work. Thick fingers squeezed and lifted her heavy breasts through the thin blouse, thumbs deliberately brushing over the still-sensitive, love-bitten nipples until they stiffened again against the fabric.

"That’s where you’re wrong," he murmured against her ear, hot breath washing over the shell. "I said it was a contract of the heart.

That doesn’t mean the moment you marry someone, your heart — or your cunt — automatically belongs to him forever. The two of you married so you wouldn’t be alone... so you’d always have someone to take care of your needs."

He leaned even closer, lips almost brushing her skin.

"Tell me seriously. Does your husband fuck you every night?"

"...No."

She hadn’t wanted to talk about her empty sex life, but the word slipped out before she could stop it. A fresh pulse of shame and unwanted arousal throbbed through her still-sensitive cunt.

"Then whose job is it to fill this needy little cunt every night?" Daniel continued, one hand sliding down to openly cup her mound through the skirt, feeling the wet heat. "Think of it this way. Marriage is you hiring a husband to plough your fertile land and take care of your body every day. But now your employee has become lazy. He won’t do the job. Sex is a basic necessity. If the man you hired fails at it, wouldn’t you fire him and bring in someone better? Someone who actually ploughs this soft cunt every night, floods your womb, and bathes you in enough money that your only duty is to stay home and get fucked properly... not stand in a clothing shop serving wannabe bitches while your holes stay empty?"

The logic was full of holes.

Yet Elise’s heartbeat quickened. Heat crawled up her neck and down between her legs as she thought about her own life. The last time her husband had touched her was months ago. Now he only came home to eat and sleep, working himself to the bone for a salary so meager she still had to work. Filling her womb had been his responsibility... yet a stranger had just done the job he neglected, leaving both of her holes stretched and leaking. Was it really so wrong to outsource what he refused to provide?

"Angghh~!"

A sudden, hard pinch and upward pull on both of her still-tender, love-bitten nipples yanked a sharp moan out of her.

"We can discuss philosophy later," Daniel said calmly, still rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. "Remember the help I asked for?"

"That hurts...! Don’t pull them so suddenly," she hissed, squirming on his lap and feeling his hard cock throb against her soft ass.

"And yes... the plan of dressing up your little wife for the honeymoon tonight—"

Daniel cut her off, voice low and certain.

"Plan changed. You’ll dress her up... and yourself. I need you tonight for something else."

Elise’s eyes widened. She tried to stand immediately, but the movement only ground her wet panties harder against his cock.

"Impossible! You want me to stand guard while you fuck your own daughter?!"

Daniel simply pulled her back down onto his lap with a firm yank, her fat ass bouncing against him, and laughed under his breath.

"I’m not asking you to guard my little escapades. I need you there for other reasons. And if you refuse..." His voice dropped into something soft and filthy. "I promise I’ll barge into your house, tie your husband to a chair, and make him watch exactly how I use his wife as my personal toy. How these plump lips stretch around my thick cock. How this fat ass bounces while you ride another man’s dick. How both of your holes leak my cum in front of him.

Understand, dear?"

Elise shuddered hard.

Both of her still-sensitive, cum-filled holes clenched tightly at the vivid threat. Unbidden images flashed through her mind — herself collared, on all fours, getting fucked like a dog while her husband sat tied and forced to watch the pussy he had neglected get thoroughly used and filled. She gulped, cheeks crimson, pupils shaky, and felt a fresh trickle of mixed fluids soak further into her panties.

Daniel stood, lifting her off his lap and setting her carefully back on her heels. He walked to the door, hand on the knob, then paused when he heard the soft klik of her heels following him.

She walked straight into his back.

Daniel turned, caught her by the chin, and kissed her.

Not wet.

Not filthy.

Just a simple, firm press of lips that still made her knees weak.

When he pulled away he looked straight into her eyes and murmured,

"A husband’s first love kiss to his wife... after their first fuck."

Then he opened the door and walked out, leaving Elise standing there flushed, lips tingling, both holes still leaking, and her cunt giving one last weak, needy throb that left a fresh wet spot in her already-ruined panties.

Outside, the boutique’s calm atmosphere had already broken.

"You!! I told you it’s mine! I’m the one holding it, not you! Just get lost!"

Kira’s voice rang out sharp and loud as she confronted a girl of the same age. The girl had bright pink hair, an oval face, and wore a slutty one-piece pink dress that barely covered from her nipples down to mid-thigh, the entire back left completely open, soft skin and the upper curve of her ass on clear display.

"So what?" the pink-haired girl leaned forward slightly, making her full cleavage swell and strain against the tiny dress. "I saw it. I like it. Now it’s mine." She raised an eyebrow with a clear bitchy expression, one hand on her hip.

"What kind of behaviour is this, Mina?" Anna stepped between them, frowning. "If you want the same dress, just ask the staff. Why are you making a scene?"

"Huh? Why should I? I like this piece and I’m taking this exact one."

Anna felt her frustration spike. Of all people, her classmate and long-time rival had to show up here and start trouble. More importantly — how had Mina even known they were at this boutique?

Her question was answered a second later.

A loud, arrogant yet strangely caring voice came from behind the pink-haired girl.

"Yes. Whatever my girlfriend wants, she’ll take with her today."

Anna, Kira, and Lara all froze at the same time.

They recognised that creepy voice instantly.