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

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Desperate Plea (R18)

Lucien struggled for real, yet it was not entirely born from a pure desire to evade the man. Just as 000 had said, the mission in this world was to satisfy Dominic Vance after all, and he had no idea to what extent this satisfaction needed to be fulfilled. However...

If he could make the man truly place someone in his heart, writhing in agony over the loss of that person, then the inability to satisfy his desires once Lucien was gone would perhaps make much more sense, would it not?

Beneath a hazy gaze clouded by a mist of tears, Lucien looked up at the ceiling, vaguely confirming with 000: "Am I right?"

For a fleeting moment of silence, Lucien thought that because an adult scene was taking place, the system had been shielded away. Who could have expected to hear the system’s monotone voice reply, [But if that happens, there is a high probability that the protagonist will go insane, and the world will still collapse.]

Oh, this tone of voice definitely belonged to the system’s primary personality.

"But the mission only requires satisfying the protagonist. What does his world collapsing have to do with me?"

The system fell silent, and Lucien took the opportunity to ramble on in his mind: "I bet you are not a decent system at all. According to my novel-reading experience, you systems are divided into two categories: the erotic type and the plot-driven type, right? You belong to the adult route, so as long as the adult route has no issues, it is fine. If the world collapses, let the plot-driven route come and fix it..."

"Ah..."

Before Lucien could even finish his internal rambling, he was forced to let out a moan, because Dominic Vance had roughly thrust his hips forward.

Damn this son of a bitch, did Dominic not know the slightest thing about showing tenderness to his partner?

The fragile entrance had not even been properly prepared or expanded before it was ruthlessly and violently claimed. The man seemed to have noticed Lucien’s momentary lapse in concentration, which only fueled Dominic’s anger even more. Dominic Vance tightly gripped his chin, forcing Lucien to look directly into Dominic’s eyes.

Seeing those eyes brimming with tears, his countenance grew even more fiercely scowled: "Acting all weak and teary-eyed in front of me... only to play the silent hero the moment you are out of my sight?"

He spoke while driving his hips inward, every single thrust brought a sharp, excruciating pain. Lucien wanted to defend himself but found it absolutely impossible to do so, as parting his lips only resulted in escaping whimpers and moans.

Lucien could only turn his gaze toward Dominic Vance, his eyes shattered and brimming with moisture. Perhaps he was genuinely crying, or perhaps the lingering emotions within this very body were affecting him. Lucien’s eyes were rimmed with red, overflowing with a fragmented despair, looking exactly as if he had recalled something incredibly heartbreaking.

That shattered gaze did not seem to evoke even the slightest ounce of pity from the man. On the contrary, it acted like a spark thrown directly into a powder keg, igniting the violent, raging fire within his eyes.

Dominic Vance let out a sneer, the hand that had been gripping Lucien’s chin slowly trailing downward to tighten around his slender neck: "Despair? Who are you putting on this expression for? Are you truly that resentful to be lying beneath me?"

This absolute lunatic!

Lucien cursed viciously in his heart, yet he was completely powerless to resist the man’s overwhelming strength. Dominic Vance roughly folded Lucien’s long, slender legs, pressing them tightly against his own chest, completely exposing the delicate, intimate place that was already red and swollen from being forcefully penetrated.

Without any further tenderness or foreplay, Dominic Vance proceeded to plunge and withdraw with maddening frenzy. Every single thrust brutally buried itself to the very hilt, rubbing mercilessly against the soft inner walls, looking as though he wanted to nail Lucien right into the mattress.

"Ah... Nn... No... slow down a bit... Dominic... it hurts too much..."

Lucien sobbed, his tears streaming down in torrents to drench an entire patch of the pillow. The tearing pain from below traveled along his nerve pathways, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably.

He reached out with his pale hands, his trembling fingers digging tightly into the man’s solid arms, seeming simultaneously as if he wanted to scratch and push Dominic away, and as if he were desperately clinging to the only piece of driftwood in a raging torrent: "I am begging you... I will tear... hic... be gentle..."

Within Lucien’s mind at this moment, he was screaming and cursing eighteen generations of Dominic Vance’s ancestors. What a scumbag, a dead dog!

More and more, he felt the urge to follow through with the thought of making this man fall in love with him, decisively completing the mission, and then dying, leaving this world entirely, just to drive this bastard utterly insane!

Damn it, you son of a bitch!

Even though in his heart he cursed eighteen generations of Dominic Vance’s ancestors, his outward reaction displayed nothing but ultimate softness and a pitiful vulnerability. The choked-back moans blended with the lewd, rhythmic slapping sounds of flesh colliding rapidly, echoing throughout the entire room. Not only did Dominic Vance show no mercy, but he also cruelly raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap onto the snow-white buttocks, leaving behind a glaringly bright red handprint.

"It hurts? Do you not enjoy making yourself suffer? Are you not already used to it? And now you are lying beneath me, weeping and putting on such a theatrical act!" He growled, roughly bending down to bite forcefully onto Lucien’s collarbone until it drew blood. The faint, metallic scent of fresh blood only caused the man’s beastly instincts to erupt uncontrollably. His heavily engorged member aggressively ground past the most sensitive spot, bringing with it a twisted sense of pleasure accompanied by extreme agony.

Lucien was pounded to the point where his brain went entirely blank, his vision blurring heavily from the tears. All words of defense shattered into broken, intermittent sobs: "Ah... no... let me go... hic..."

He lay there, his body covered in bruised purplish marks and bleeding bite wounds, much like a battered little boat caught in the middle of a furious storm. Lucien could only part his lips to gasp for air, surrendering himself to the ruthless man who frantically humiliated and ravished him. That aggrieved, tearful appearance was enough to make one’s heart clench with profound pity, yet it simultaneously carried an erotic, deadly hot beauty.

When the storm of lust finally passed, sweat thoroughly drenched both of their bodies. Dominic Vance lay panting heavily to the side. His raging fury having subsided, he reached out his hand, wanting to pull Lucien into his embrace, wishing to bestow a sliver of warmth as compensation.

But Lucien did not embrace him back.

Lucien slightly shrank away, slowly curling up into himself, pulling the blanket to cover his body that was littered with purplish bruises, and silently turned his back toward him.

Dominic Vance had assumed that this person would burst into loud sobs and hurl insults at him, yet for some unknown reason, Lucien was strangely obedient at this moment, simply burying himself quietly on his side of the bed.

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