The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: The Irresistible Descent (R18)

Avoid it how? The warning sounded perfectly fine in theory, but the current situation was fundamentally impossible to stop!

Dominic Vance naturally could not hear the voice of the system. He only saw the person beneath his body suddenly trembling violently, that flawlessly pale skin turning a shade of pink inch by inch as if bleeding. He was playing that damned "Do not move" game, his hips deliberately pulling back to maintain a certain agonizing distance.

The rough tip, drenched in slick fluids, merely grazed ever so slightly against the swollen, tender fleshy folds, absolutely refusing to thrust inside.

"Mm... ah..." Lucien whimpered and sobbed softly, his toes curling so tightly that the tips turned entirely pale.

The lack of friction at this moment was not merely a physiological emptiness. Rather, it was magnified by the system’s item into a terrifying, ravenous starvation. Lucien knew perfectly well that he was under the influence of the drug. Half of his rationality was still screaming at him to stay awake, reminding him that he was a transmigrator, that this was nothing but a mission! Yet the other half, this physical body, had completely surrendered to pure instinct.

He wanted to touch, wanted to draw closer, wanted to be crushed beneath that firm, sweat-drenched chest. He thirsted for the breath laced with Dominic Vance’s intensely masculine hormones to wash over his skin, yearning for that hand to viciously grip his waist and shatter this agonizing emptiness.

The tearing struggle between knowing full well he was being controlled by an aphrodisiac and being utterly unable to stop this maddening desire for dependency plunged Lucien into a state of half-consciousness, hovering between lucidity and delirium.

Lucien subconsciously arched his hips, twisting his slender waist, taking the initiative to offer up his dripping, soaked opening, grinding against the tip of the man’s member in a desperate search for release.

This proactive motion of seduction, this blatant solicitation begging to be consumed, fell into the eyes of Dominic Vance like a lethal dose of stimulant injected straight into his beastly nerves.

He knew absolutely nothing of the system’s existence, let alone what an item or an aphrodisiac was. In this man’s perception, every single dewy, clingy reaction, every ounce of desire that drove Lucien to cast aside all shame, stemmed entirely from a desperate craving for him.

That fact intensely, overwhelmingly stimulated Dominic Vance’s twisted, possessive instincts.

Dominic Vance’s pitch-black eyes flashed with a gleam of manic satisfaction. He released Lucien’s wrists, planting both hands onto the mattress, looking down from above at the prey writhing helplessly within his net of lust.

"Already unable to bear it after just this much?" Dominic Vance smirked, his deep, raspy voice carrying a maliciously mocking tone, yet it was thick with heavy sexual tension. He used his thumb to press forcefully against Lucien’s red, swollen lips, forcing Lucien to part his mouth and pant heavily.

"Do you like me to such a desperate extent?"

Dominic Vance lowered his head, lightly biting down on the collarbone, leaving behind a stark red bite mark that made Lucien jolt in shock. His hoarse voice whispered directly into the ear: "I merely pulled back a tiny fraction, and your little mouth down below is already hurriedly dripping wet, automatically arching up to devour my cock. Lucien Sinclair, just look at how obscenely lewd you are."

That intensely arousing, humiliating remark struck directly into Lucien’s hearing. He sobbed, tears thoroughly soaking both temples. He knew he should resist, should act out a facade of fake grievance just like all the previous times.

But, when Dominic Vance’s hands left his waist to press against the bed, when the man’s warmth retreated a distance away... an "abnormal trace" of emotion unexpectedly ambushed Lucien’s heart.

It no longer felt merely like the physiological effect of the drug; the shiver running down his spine when the man pulled away was real. The fear of emptiness and sheer isolation within this deadly silent space was real. The piercing sense of loss aching in his chest was absolute reality.

Lucien knew this was the effect of that so-called artificial pheromone, yet he had no conceivable way to fight against it. God damn it, if he had known beforehand that using this thing would harm him so miserably, he would never have been crazy enough to exchange for the item in the first place!

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The man’s voice drifted over as his thick, massive manhood once again cruelly brushed past the sensitive spot on the outside before immediately retreating, resolutely refusing to give the youth even a single second of fulfillment: "Beg me. Say that you are starving for me to fuck you, and I will give it to you."

The sensation of being left suspended in mid-air, piled upon the relentless stimulation of the aphrodisiac, seemed to entirely shatter all of Lucien’s reasoning. He could no longer endure this agonizing deprivation; his trembling hands reached up, taking the initiative to throw his arms around Dominic Vance’s neck, pulling the man’s head down regardless of everything else.

"You... Dominic... give it to me..." Lucien squeezed his eyes shut as tears fell one after another, his voice sobbing and fractured: "Please... thrust inside... I want you to... fuck me to death..."

Truthfully, the man had also been holding back to the point of agonizing torment; the moment he heard Lucien’s tearful, coquettish voice, he could not hold back any longer either. His two large hands seized Lucien’s buttocks, bending the legs and pressing them tightly against the youth’s own chest.

Then, using all of his strength, he delivered a thrust that was simultaneously vicious and impossibly deep.

"Ah... aaaa!"

Lucien threw his head back and let out a loud moan, his spine arching high into the air. The pleasure crashed into him like a nuclear explosion, swallowing his entire consciousness whole. The tight, tiny fleshy walls were ruthlessly torn open, yet they were stimulated to the point of frantically biting and sucking upon the gargantuan shaft of the penis.

Dominic Vance initiated a relentless, storm-like sequence of thrusts and withdrawals. Every single plunge was brutal and bottomless. The wet, slapping sound of flesh colliding, heavy with obscenity, echoed loudly throughout the spacious bedroom.

Lucien was pounded to the point where his lower abdomen visibly bulged outward in distinct patches matching the immense size of the manhood, his soul seemingly scattered to the winds. He swayed unsteadily like a fragile, paper-thin leaf being violently tossed up and crushed down amidst a stormy ocean, only able to open his mouth to pant, choking on his own whimpers beneath the man’s towering frame.

Right in the midst of Lucien being drowned by the successive, overwhelming waves of lust, his consciousness fragmenting piece by piece, the chilling voice of the system rang out once more within his brain.

[Item efficacy remaining at 12%, lucidity level preparing to be restored.]

Below were the frenzied, bottomless thrusts that sought to tear apart his intestinal walls, pounding to the point where he could barely catch his breath. Above was the fiery, possessive gaze of Dominic Vance pinning him down firmly, carrying a dark desire to imprison him down to the very marrow of his bones.

Lucien panted heavily, his mind a hazy blur, physiological tears streaming uncontrollably. Being teased and kneaded to the absolute brink of insanity, he bit down hard on his lip until it nearly bled, his two powerless hands gripping tightly onto the bedsheets, while in his mind at this moment, there remained only a single, desperate scream.

Hurry up and wear off...

Otherwise, he was genuinely terrified that he would actually be fucked to death right here on this bed!

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