Chapter 323 - 329

"P—please, just end this already... I don’t want to see this anymore," she sobbed. It was almost midnight, yet the relentless fucking continued without a single second of pause.

He had already lost count of the number of times he had gotten an erection, only to be played with by Sylph... over and over again.

Yet deep down inside, he knew the harsh truth. Sylph would never return to those peaceful days where they could enjoy a simple life and a lavish dinner together.

It was all completely moot—pointless and utterly hopeless. Yet here he was, reacting with a hard-on every single time Quinn aggressively thrust his cock into her asshole and pussy, relentlessly pounding her for hours on end without stopping.

"Ngn... ahn... ah..."

"You finally lost it, Sylph. And here I thought you wanted to keep this going all night long. You’re really weaker than I expected," Quinn scoffed, shaking his head as Sylph slipped entirely into unconsciousness, her body coated from head to toe in sticky layers of cum.

"Ngn... ahnn... ah..."

"You can’t even think straight right now. Just stay right there... hehe, your dear husband will take good care of your body," Quinn taunted, turning his gaze toward the other man in the room, who was completely broken from the inside out.

His entire world had crumbled apart right before his eyes—the greatest pain imaginable in his existence. Yet, despite the agony, he couldn’t even summon the strength to raise a hand against Sylph.

"Brother, take her to the shower and get her settled in the guest room. She needs to sleep off the exhaustion. You already know what you need to do," Quinn commanded, waving his hand dismissively toward the messy bed. He would leave the clean-up of the primary sheets to someone else—it was his job as the master of the house, after all.

"Yes..." The man nodded blankly, having already lost the willpower to utter another word. He had spent the first two hours crying uncontrollably, the next hour pleading for mercy, another hour laughing maniacally... and now, total silence had taken over.

He was nothing more than a hollowed-out, broken man reduced to watching his own wife get fucked and pounded hard by the man he once considered a brother.

"Good. Take good care of her. Your primary job now is just to raise the child, after all. Don’t worry, I won’t steal her away from you entirely—she’s still your entire world, right?"

"Yes..." Brian nodded mechanically, finding a shred of twisted comfort in at least not being entirely cut out of the arrangement.

"Well then, I’ll excuse myself. I’ve got plenty of other responsibilities to attend to in this world, so yeah. That’s just how life goes," Quinn said, letting his imposing aura wash over the room just enough to remind Brian that any foolish thoughts would be entirely pointless anyway.

"He honestly loves watching the scene play out... and at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters."

"Oh, and don’t forget to buy a recording orb tomorrow. We’ll film the next round of pounding, and you’ll serve as the dedicated camera man."

"Yes... I’ll buy one," Brian nodded again, completely stripped of any remaining strength to fight back.

"Don’t look so down, Brother. You can even use the recording for your own purposes later—it’s not a bad deal. Just treat it as a handy wank material whenever you’re feeling horny," Quinn chuckled, giving Brian a casual, patronizing tap on the shoulder before vanishing into thin air.

Days passed by in a blur. All across the world, massive events were unfolding, and the high-stakes pursuit of the fugitive remained as blazing hot as liquid magma. The Silverglade family, in particular, was burning with absolute fury.

"Shit... what the fuck is that bastard even made of?! This is a massive mistake—a catastrophic mistake!" the patriarch of the Silverglade roared, bringing his fist down so hard it smashed the heavy wooden table to splinters.

It had proven infuriatingly difficult to breach the natural barriers and fortifications of those annoying nature-shifters. He had spent weeks preparing a grand-scale military invasion to finally crush the fucker once and for all.

But alas, it was too late. He was rapidly reaching the bitter end of his rope. His once-bustling territory, overflowing with vibrant life and lucrative syndicates, was now slowly crumbling into complete ruin. The heavy corruption gripping his ranks had proven to be a disastrous trade-off... and in the end, it was all utterly useless.

It wasn’t that casualties didn’t happen—they certainly did, keeping most of the noble families on high alert, even the top-tier elites. But none of that guaranteed him a victory against an insurmountable force.

"Damn it, if I hadn’t underestimated that arrogant bastard from the start, I’d be ruling the top of the world right now," he gritted his teeth, clutching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

It had all been a grand illusion... everything was nothing more than a fleeting dream now. Quinn possessed the terrifying power to literally obliterate him with a single casual punch. That was the harsh, undeniable reality.

He was nothing more than a pathetic frog at the bottom of a well... and his ambitious attempts to play the role of the story’s main antagonist had been a completely pointless endeavor from the very beginning.

...

’Another damn day, another endless cycle of this bullshit. Healing this broken body has practically become my primary hobby,’ Quinn thought to himself with an internal sigh. ’Hah, I really want to wrap up this little play soon, absorb all her remaining stats, and move on to breaking the rest of these stuck-up noble families.’

"Hah... Madam. That’s honestly all the progress I can manage for today. I’m truly sorry for my continued incompetence," Quinn said softly, bowing his head in a display of deep reverence and feigned apology toward the voluptuous MILF lying before him.

"Please don’t blame yourself, Quinn. As long as we’re seeing steady progress, nothing else matters," she replied weakly, gazing affectionately at the man resting nearby. The sickly discoloration of his skin was finally fading back to a healthy, natural tone.

"I’m just endlessly grateful that you keep showing up to help us, Quinn. Seeing your face here every day brings me more joy than words can express," she whispered with a tired, radiant smile, gently reaching out to hold his hand despite the heavy fatigue weighing down her feature