Chapter 294 - 300: Am I doing a good job for you, Quinn...?

"Am I doing a good job for you, Quinn...? Guck... guckk..."

"Yes, you’re doing great. Now do it faster. I’m going to cum anytime now." Quinn subtly shifted his leg forward, nudging his foot against her wet, exposed core beneath her pulled-up skirt.

"Nghn... ahnn... ahnn! That feels so good... please keep teasing my slutty pussy, Quinn... ahn, I love having my cheating pussy teased like this!"

"Look at you—a fallen MILF, or maybe I should say a woman who has ascended straight to heaven? Heh, keep going, Sasha. Do a good enough job and I might just reward you with a threesome right here."

"Yes! Gufkk... guckk!" She sucked his head deeper, allowing her saliva to freely spill down her chin and coat her chest, providing even more lubrication for her heavy breasts.

Squealch... squealch... squealch...

"Ahh, I’m cumming, Sasha! Open wide, take my load, and be satisfied with the first course!"

Spurt!! Spurt... spurtt!

A thick, hot load shot out, firing directly into her mouth and down her throat. Sasha swallowed every single drop greedily, making sure not a single drop escaped her lips.

"Now then... let me set up the real deal for you." Quinn activated his ability, summoning a solid clone right beside him. The clone casually took a seat on the closed toilet lid, while the main Quinn stepped behind Sasha, positioning his hard shaft right against her dripping entrance.

Sasha bent her back deep, resting her hands firmly against his thighs for balance.

"Clean my clone’s cock first. You need to clean him up after coating him with all your dirty saliva," Quinn commanded, brushing a few stray locks of hair away from her face.

"Yes... I’ll gladly clean it all up for you, Quinn... slurp... slurp..." Sasha wiggled her wide hips eagerly, practically begging for the double session to begin in earnest.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Engaging in a dirty threesome right inside the main estate of the Naturehive... you really do have the wildest, most unhinged libido, Sasha." Quinn smirked, grabbing her hips tight as he prepared to drive his length all the way home.

Quinn slowly withdrew his gaze from Silvia, watching the subtle flush creep up the delicate pale skin of her neck as she turned away, clearly flustered by her own sudden display of emotion. Every piece of his grand design was clicking into place like the gears of an intricate clock.

’Life full of MILFS, a perfect life...hehe definitely’

The air outside the mansion was crisp, carrying the faint, earthy scent of trimmed hedges and expensive fertilizers, a stark contrast to the thick, musky atmosphere of the locked bathroom he had just abandoned.

Inside, Sasha was still unconscious on the cold marble floor, her body dead, completely broken by the relentless pleasure he had inflicted upon her, her thigh still twitching faintly in her sleep as his warm, viscous liquid slowly trickled down her inner leg.

He smoothed the lapels of his coat, a dark smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he took a deep, lingering breath of the afternoon breeze.

The contrast was utterly exhilarating—the pristine, honorable family matriarch bowing before him in eternal gratitude, completely unaware that in the adjoining corridor, her own sister was wallowing in the afterglow of a filthy, unfaithful climax.

"Madam Silvia," Quinn began, his voice dropping into a smooth, comforting register that practically exuded warm reliability. "You truly do not need to overextend yourself. A doctor’s duty—or in my case, a practitioner’s calling—is simply to alleviate suffering where he finds it. Seeing the light of hope return to your eyes is more than enough compensation for my modest efforts today."

Silvia brought a lace-trimmed handkerchief to her eyes, dabbing lightly at the stray tears that had managed to escape. "You call it a modest effort, Quinn, but you have no idea what we have been through. The local healers, the royal physicians, even the grand alchemists from the capital... they all told me that my husband’s core was shattered beyond repair.

They told me to prepare for the worst, to make arrangements for his eventual passing. And then you arrive, like a miracle, and within a single afternoon, you manage to stabilize his man flow." She looked up at him, her dark, mature eyes shining with a mixture of reverence and raw emotional relief. "You gave me back my life, Quinn. You gave this family a future."

’A future, indeed,’ Quinn thought to himself, his mind already spinning a web of deceit for the days to come. ’A future where your husband remains just healthy enough to linger, but entirely dependent on my weekly visits to keep his heart beating. A future where you willingly open every door in this house to me, begging me to stay just a little bit longer.’

"The road to his full recovery is still long and treacherous, Madam Silvia," Quinn warned gently, stepping half a pace closer to her. He raised a hand as if to offer comfort, letting his fingers graze the soft fabric of his sleeve before deliberately pulling back, playing the part of the respectful, disciplined gentleman to perfection. "His channels are fragile. If I push too hard during a single session, the backlash could destroy what little progress we’ve made. I will need to return frequently. Perhaps two or three times a week, depending on how his body adapts to my specialized Mana circulation."

"As often as you need!" Silvia interjected quickly, taking a step forward herself, closing the distance he had just created. "Our home is entirely open to you. In fact, if it pleases you, we have luxurious guest quarters in the east wing. You could stay here permanently. It would spare you the long journey from the city center, and you would have immediate access to my husband whenever his condition fluctuates."

Quinn feigned a moment of hesitant hesitation, crossing his arms and bringing a hand up to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "While the offer is extraordinarily generous, Madam Silvia, I would not want to impose your household’s privacy. Especially with your sister, Lady Sasha, visiting as well. I would hate to cause any discomfort or rumors among the staff."

At the mention of her sister, Silvia offered a soft, slightly exasperated laugh, shaking her head with maternal affection. "Oh, do not worry about Sasha. She is... well, she has been quite stressed recently due to her husband’s failing business ventures and their strained marriage. In fact, I haven’t seen her since you went in to check on the lord’s chambers. She mentioned earlier that she had a sudden migraine and needed to find a place to rest. She is likely sleeping off in one of the lounge areas."

"Ah, yes... a migraine," Quinn replied, his tone as smooth as silk, though his eyes gleamed with a dangerous, dark amusement. "I did happen to catch a glimpse of Lady Sasha near the private washrooms in the west hall earlier. She did indeed seem quite... exhausted. Overwhelmed by her deep, hidden desire for relief, no doubt. The burdens she carries inside her must be terribly heavy."

"Yes, she bears so much silence," Silvia sighed, completely oblivious to the double meaning laced within every word Quinn spoke. "She pretends to be strong, but I know how much she suffers. Perhaps, once my husband is further along in his recovery, I could beg you to take a look at her as well? To see if your unique energy manipulation could help ease her chronic tension?"

Quinn had to exert every ounce of his considerable willpower to keep his face completely calm, suppressing the wicked, triumphant laugh that threatened to burst from his chest. The irony was so rich it was practically intoxicating. Silvia was literally begging him to service her sister, completely unaware that he had just spent the last two hours ruthlessly plowing Sasha against the sink, turning her into a squirting, mind-melted mess who had openly traded her marital vows for the feeling of his cock tearing through her delicate walls.

"I would be honored to render my services to Lady Sasha as well, Madam Silvia," Quinn bowed slightly, keeping his gaze respectfully lowered to disguise the predatory hunger in his expression. "I am a man devoted to relieving the aches and deep-seated frustrations of those in need. If she requires my hands to release the tension buried deep within her... lower meridians, I will gladly accommodate her."

"You are far too kind, Quinn. Truly, a noble soul," Silvia said, her voice softening as she looked at his handsome, composed profile. She felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth blooming in the pit of her stomach—a fluttering feeling she hadn’t experienced in over a decade. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong to feel such a spark toward a younger man, especially while her husband lay bedridden in the adjacent wing, but Quinn possessed an irresistible, magnetic aura that drew people into his orbit whether they wanted to be there or not.