Chapter 286 - 290: Feast 3

Guck... guck... guck..

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"Well, can you blame us? We didn’t expect this ability to feel this damn good. I guess I can keep this clone skill active for as long as I want."

"So true, hahaha! Now I definitely need to formulate a master plan for Sylph next... hehe, sorry Brian, but I’m definitely going to fuck your wife next!"

The gangbang had lasted for several intense hours, continuing relentlessly until the sun was approaching its peak in the sky. From morning straight into the afternoon, they had switched positions and locations without taking a single break.

They had moved from the doorway to the space near the window—where they could look down at two pitiful, unsuspecting men passing by outside—and then onto the plush sofa, the low coffee table, the exact spot where he had officially registered his identity earlier that day, and finally back to Sasha’s expansive executive desk.

"Heh, that was damn satisfying, man," one clone remarked, stretching his bare shoulders.

"You’re not wrong about that. That was a great, hard session to put a slut through. Just look at her—completely wasted, but still smiling like an idiot," Quinn replied, looking down at the messy, broken form of Sasha.

She was sprawled helplessly across her own desk, her entire body covered in thick, glistening layers of cum.

Not even her long, pristine hair had been spared from the deluge. It was a devastating sight, but certainly not a bad one in his eyes. A work of art that can be called classic.

"So, what are we going to do now? Should we go hunt down more tentacles to finish our daily job, or what? I honestly want to keep going with Sasha, but I don’t think her body can take another second of that," another clone noted as his form began to flicker and dissolve.

One by one, the other Quinns slowly disappeared into thin air, as it was finally time for all of his clones to vanish.

One of the primary reasons he loved his clone skill so much was because of its unique, high-tier mechanics. Not only was it powerful enough to contend with exceptionally strong opponents in combat, but it could also accomplish so much more in his personal life.

The feature he appreciated the most was the "Multiple Bodies, Single Mind" passive.

As the name suggested, it specialized in multiplying his physical form while keeping his consciousness entirely unified. This meant that every single clone he deployed was merely an extension of himself, allowing him to experience every sensation simultaneously through a single, unified mind.

"Well, I guess I just need to wrap things up here, and then I’ll pay a little visit to my future cocksucker. Heh, I just want to drop by and say a friendly hi to my dear sister-in-law," Quinn said as he calmly pulled his clothes back on.

His plan for the rest of the day was simple: clean up the minor mess left behind at his workplace, take a casual stroll straight over to his brother’s house, and see what kind of state Sylph was currently in.

"You really need to be thankful to me, Brian. I’m practically doing a heroic, charitable deed for you," Quinn muttered with a smirk as he exited the office, stepping out into the world while leaving the completely ruined MILF lying on her desk.

It was entirely her own responsibility to clean herself up after acting like such a shameless slut. Quinn certainly didn’t need to babysit a mature woman who actively cheated on her husband during work hours while her spouse was out working overtime just to support their livelihood.

Quinn made quick work of cleaning up the remaining structural mess at his workplace. The wild, rogue tentacles were instantly turned to ash as he relentlessly fired his bullets into the air without a single care in the world.

The only minor downside to his efficiency was that all of his local playthings were dwindling at a rapid pace. Things were starting to get a bit boring, even though he could easily recruit or force more people to work under him whenever he wanted.

However, managing all of that was tiring, and it wasn’t his primary goal anyway. As for Sasha, she was now his designated cumdump, and it was simply her job to be available whenever he needed a quick release.

"Ahh, time to execute another solid plan. Let me loosen up my muscles a bit more and go visit my future cocksucker... oh wait, scratch that. Today, she’s definitely going to suck my cock," Quinn chuckled to himself, walking briskly down the street toward Brian’s house as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

After walking for a few minutes, he found himself standing directly in front of the front door of the small yet cozy home.

Perfect timing. It’s already 3:00 PM, which means I can pump my cum inside her for a good two hours before that pathetic brother of mine comes trailing back home, he thought, his blood rising to his head as the familiar scent of the mature woman began approaching the door from inside.

’Hehe, oh Sylph... I really need to see just how much you’ve been pleasuring yourself after two whole days of not getting the best satisfaction of your life.’

Knock... knock...

Quinn knocked firmly on the wooden door, flashing his most sincere, innocent smile as the hinges creaked open.

Creak...

"Good afternoon, Sister-in-law," Quinn greeted smoothly, giving her his warmest look.

"Ahh... w-why are you here, Brother-in-law?" Sylph stammered, her face flushing bright red. Her clothes were noticeably rumpled and wrinkled, looking as though she had been in the middle of doing something intimate and had hurriedly thrown them on just to open the door.

"I just came by to visit you, Sister-in-law. I finished my shift early today, so I thought I’d stop by and say hello," Quinn replied smoothly. Without waiting for an invitation, he took a deliberate step closer to the threshold.

"Am I allowed to step inside and take a quick breather in your humble home, Sister?"

"O-oh... y-yes! Ah, wait, no..." she stammered nervously, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her skirt.

"Is there something wrong with your body, Sister? Why is your face so red? Please, feel free to tell me if you need anything. Maybe I can help you out," Quinn said, seizing the opportunity to take another step into the entryway. He reached out and gently touched her soft shoulder before she even had time to react or step back.

"N-no, I’m not feeling bad at all... ahnn, I was just having a bit of personal time to myself..." she murmured, gently pushing his hand away from her shoulder.

"P-please, come inside... I don’t mind if you stay for a little while..."

In truth, Sylph was already completely soaking wet. Right before he had knocked, she had been desperately masturbating in the kitchen, resorting to using smooth vegetables to shove into her aching pussy.

Alas, it had all been to no avail. None of her frantic efforts were working to quell the intense, burning itch inside her. It had all been completely for naught, just like every other time she had tried to pleasure herself over the past two days.

Why am I acting like this...? Ahnn, I know my ovulation cycle is hitting me hard this week... but why is it so much more intense than it has ever been before...? she thought anxiously, her mind racing as she guided Quinn toward the living room to take a seat, entirely consumed by the overwhelming heat building between her thighs.

"Take your time here... Brother, I will go to the toilet first." She desperately wanted to get away and continue what she had been trying to do in private. Her sanity was slowly drifting away as time passed, so she felt an overwhelming need to let out some of the unbearable steam building up inside her.

"Okay, Sister, I will take my time here. Can I take some water from the kitchen?" Quinn asked with an easy, polite smile that completely hid his dark, predatory intentions.

"Y-yes! I gotta go now... please make yourself at home, Brother!" She practically drifted out of the room, brisk walking straight toward the hallway toilet. In her frantic rush to escape his heavy, suffocating gaze, she completely forgot that a long green vegetable coated in her hot, sticky love juices was displayed right on top of the clean kitchen counter.

Quinn stood up from the comfortable couch, his dark eyes darting over to the happy, framed photos of the married couple hanging neatly on the wall—dozens of pictures showing both Brian and Sylph smiling brightly together in better times.

’What a pitiful, pathetic man you are, Brian. If you only knew that your beloved, virtuous wife is about to suck my cock like she’s worshipping a divine relic,’ Quinn thought with a cold, mocking sneer.