Chapter 292 - 297: Inside Fucking

Silvia pushed open the massive double doors, causing a blinding stream of pure light to erupt from the threshold.

What a grand, dramatic entrance for a completely broken cripple. I’m going to thoroughly use every single hole on your gorgeous wife’s body, old man... I just hope you manage to recover just enough under my ’healing’ to watch the whole show, Quinn sneered internally, utterly annoyed by how overly dramatic everyone was being for a dying wimp. It was a hilarious joke to him.

"We have arrived. As I mentioned before, do not try anything suspicious," Silvia warned one last time as she slowly crossed the threshold into the grand chamber, followed closely by Sasha, with Quinn stepping in last.

Oh, you’ll be practically begging for my special healing very soon, Silvia... don’t you worry about that for a second, Quinn planned silently. He intended to show just enough visible, dramatic improvement in her husband’s condition to justify repeated, private ’healing sessions’—giving him endless opportunities to corrupt the supreme ruler of the Naturehive family right under her husband’s nose.

"Understood, Family Head," Quinn replied obediently as he stepped into the lavish room.

The man he fully intended to cuckold was currently sprawled out on a massive, ornate bed constructed entirely out of living vines. The poor bastard’s face was completely turned a sickly shade of deep violet, with dark, bulging veins popping out across his neck and forehead. He was truly in a pathetic, pitiable state.

Quinn turned his head slightly toward Sasha and Silvia, offering them a composed, reassuring nod.

"Allow me to begin the treatment now, Family Head," he announced, dropping down onto one knee beside the bed and closing his eyes in deep concentration.

"May divine light restore all..." Quinn mumbled some completely meaningless, cliché words under his breath. Naturally, the system skill didn’t require any stupid incantations, but putting on a dramatic performance was essential for the narrative.

In an instant, the entire bedchamber was illuminated by a blinding, brilliant burst of golden light so intense that both women were forced to quickly shield their eyes and close them tight.

Oh, wow... I can actually see visible physical changes already. Not bad for a cheap skill, Quinn observed casually as tiny, glistening particles of pure golden energy began seeping directly into the sick man’s skin.

In all fairness, the bedridden lord was relatively handsome, but compared to Quinn’s absolute peak male physique and overwhelming charm, the guy looked like an utter peasant.

"W-What?! How is this even possible?!" Silvia gasped, her eyes flying open. Naturally, a simple flash of blinding light was nothing more than a minor distraction to her advanced Transcendent senses.

To her absolute shock, the dark, swollen veins on her husband’s neck were visibly receding at a noticeable pace, and the sickly violet discoloration on his skin was rapidly fading back to a healthy, natural complexion. It was the very first sign of genuine physical improvement she had witnessed in countless agonizing years.

Despite all her vast power, her immense wealth, and her absolute authority as a Tier 6 Transcendent, every top-tier doctor and alchemist she had hired had failed miserably. Yet now, an absolute miracle was unfolding right before her very eyes—wrought by the hands of a young man.

"H-How... How are you doing this...?" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Just let him take his time and focus, Sister. I know how utterly shocking it is for you to see this happen after so long, but we just need to trust him completely. I trust him with the deepest parts of my body," Sasha said soothingly, not surprised in the slightest.

After all, what could possibly be more shocking to her than being subjected to a wild, mind-melting gangbang by this exact same man and his monstrous shaft? She was living her absolute best life now; it was only a matter of time before her own husband discovered her true, unquenchable desires... or perhaps he never would.

Meanwhile, Quinn’s focus wasn’t on the dying man at all. His mind was entirely occupied with calculating the fastest, most effective way to break down Silvia’s defenses and fuck this Tier 6 Transcendent MILF into complete, helpless submission.

The healing process continued for 30 minutes—slow, but the progress was clearly visible to everyone in the room. A total of 2% of his total health pool had been steadily recovered.

"Hooh... that’s the absolute limit of what I can do for today, Family Head," Quinn said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with a heavy, dramatic sigh.

"No! Please, don’t bow to me like that! I must apologize for doubting your abilities earlier, young man... Quinn, was it?" Silvia’s attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn after witnessing the immense sacrifice and dedication of the young man before her.

"Haha, please don’t treat me with such formality, Family Head. I am simply doing the job I was tasked with, so please don’t worry about me."

"How can I not worry? Just look at your face—you look completely drained of energy!" She was on the verge of tears, genuinely believing her ultimate salvation had finally walked through the door.

"I’m just a bit tired, that’s all. Don’t worry about me, Family Head. Instead, you should focus on your husband over there," Quinn said, pointing his finger toward the man resting on the bed.

Internally, Quinn wanted to burst out laughing. His acting skills were top-tier, completely flawless. Would anyone fall for an act like this—and the sweat on his brow? That was nothing more than a simple trick he controlled at will. He could have healed the man completely in one single second if he wanted to, but doing that didn’t suit his actual goals. He was here to set up his leverage, get what he wanted, and move in and out without raising suspicion.

Silvia didn’t hesitate for another second and rushed over to hug her recovering husband. It was an emotional, tearful moment, but there was no stopping her. Seeing the color finally returning to her husband’s pale face was nothing short of monumental for her.

Quinn didn’t linger to watch the dramatic family reunion, especially since he noticed Sasha subtly shifting her weight nearby.

Look at this eager slut... she wants to receive her personal reward right now. She won’t even let me leave with an unpaid debt, Quinn thought with a cold smirk.

"Family Head, I’m going to step out to the restroom first. I need to rest for a moment," Quinn signaled smoothly, a cue that Sasha picked up on immediately.

"I will follow him outside to make sure he’s all right, Sister," Sasha offered smoothly.

"Yes... go ahead... sniff, sniff..." Silvia was far too absorbed in her emotional moment to notice anything amiss as both of them exited the room together.

It was officially payback time.

"Can’t you control your desperate pussy for even a single moment, my little slut?" Quinn asked as he stepped into the spacious toilet, with Sasha following right behind him and locking the door. She was already practically begging for his cock.

"Yes... please, I need your cock right now. I want to taste your warm seeds again..."

Quinn stood casually in front of the toilet counter while Sasha dropped straight to her knees, hugging his legs and stroking the massive, undeniable bulge beneath his trousers.

"You really are going far beyond my initial expectations, Sasha." Quinn simply stood tall as she unzipped his trousers with trembling hands.

Boing... boing...

The massive, rock-hard length sprang free, revealing itself in all its impressive glory.

"Slurp... slurp... I love your cock so much, Quinn... please fuck me right now!" Sasha began licking greedily up and down the shaft, starting from the base all the way to the top.

"Strip off your top and give me a proper titty-fuck first. I’ll decide if you’re doing well enough to deserve the real thing."

"Yes... thank you, Quinn!" Sasha didn’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second, sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders to expose her heavy, voluptuous chest. She couldn’t control her desires anymore; a simple blowjob was never going to be enough to satisfy her hunger.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

She licked the broad head, coating it in long strands of her warm saliva before pressing her huge, soft melons tightly together around his shaft.

"I’m going to play with these tits of yours, Sasha. They’re practically screaming for my touch," Quinn said, grabbing both of her large breasts and pulling them firmly toward himself as she pumped his massive length between her cleavage while sucking the wet tip.

Guck... guck... squealch... squealch...

"Now this is what I call a proper reward after doing my job. A titty-fuck combined with a deep blowjob while I handle your chest... you really are a complete slut, Sasha." Quinn thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.

The tenderness of her soft flesh wrapping around his hardness felt incredible, and the contrast against her stiff, sensitive nipples made it even better.