My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 374: Journey To The Center 14

Later that day, Shery led him to the most expensive hotel in the city—The Orion.

It stood a hundred stories tall. The first floor alone stretched three stories high.

This was where the rich and powerful from across universe came to stay.

And here, Asher would spend his days before leaving through the Hyperion Teleporter.

The lobby felt more like a museum than a hotel—quiet, spotless, and lined with soft lights that shimmered off the marble floor.

Dozens of staff members stood behind a long desk, all dressed in futuristic white uniforms that reached their neck.

As they stepped up, a woman at the center desk looked up.

"Identification, please."

Asher reached into his pocket, but Shery leaned in close, brushing past him just slightly. Her voice dropped to a whisper near his ear.

"Don't show anything else. Just the S-Rank," she said. "Only people with status get to book a room here. Money doesn't matter here.

He gave a small nod and slid the black card onto the counter.

The woman's eyes landed on the letter stamped in gold.

S RANK

For a second, she froze. Then her entire posture changed—shoulders straightening, voice softening.

"Welcome to The Orion, Mr. Asher."

She pressed a few keys, and a panel on the counter lit up in response.

"May I ask where you'd like to stay?" the clerk asked politely.

"What's your most expensive option?"

If he was going to stay here, he might as well experience the best they could offer.

"That would be the VIP Penthouse," she replied. "It costs two million units per night."

Asher paid without a second thought. The moment the transaction cleared, two staff members stepped forward to escort them.

There were no elevators here. Instead, short-distance teleporters handled all movement between floors. All it took was a scan of the room's ID.

One blink, and they were gone.

In the next second, they arrived on the 98th floor. Only four rooms existed on this level—each one with its own private lobby.

Talk about being wasteful.

"Wow, this place is great, can you feel it ? The air is making me relax," Shery pointed out.

Asher narrowed his eyes and raised his arm slightly.

The energy in this place was no joke—thick, concentrated. Just spending a night here would be enough to help most people recover faster, maybe even boost their condition.

But for someone like him, it didn't matter. His body was already brimming with energy. It was like throwing a full water bottle into a pool.

As soon as they entered, a spacious living room came into view. It faced a massive window that overlooked the entire city.

From this height, it truly felt like standing at the top of the world.

Every piece of furniture was made from premium and rare materials. Even the wooden floor gave off a faint energy.

Its quality surpassed that of the legendary tree from Alarath—a tree worshipped in that world.

And here, something better was being used as flooring.

To his left were three bedrooms, a bar, a private home theater, and a hallway leading to a balcony with its own jacuzzi.

On the right side sat a full kitchen, a dining table big enough for twenty guests, and even a staff room—ready in case he ever wanted to throw a party.

If he was being honest, it was more than he needed. But with his net worth, being stingy didn't make sense either.

"Wow, look at this sofa!" Shery dropped onto it, sinking in with a grin. "It's like it's hugging my back!"

She looked like a kid in a toy store, amazed by everything around her.

Asher let out a quiet sigh and sat down beside her. She wasn't lying—the sofa really was that good.

He leaned back, sinking into the cushions, and for a moment, actually relaxed.

Now he was wondering where he could buy one for himself.

Closing his eyes he decided to sleep a little, but then he felt a heavy feeling on his lap . It was Shery , blushing all over .

"Boss, I know we might not see each other after you leave, but can you grant me one selfish request?"

"What is it?" he asked, though he already had a pretty good idea where this was going.

She blinked, a flush rising to her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she gathered her courage.

"Please fuck me. I like you, and just thinking we might never see each other again makes me anxious."

Asher's closed his eyes for a couple of seconds.

He didn't say anything right away. Instead, he reached out and gently squeezed her waist.

"Alright," he said quietly, his voice devoid of emotion. "I'll be using your body, but don't expect any feelings from me. I will use you like a call girl. Are you fine with that?"

"I don't care. If I don't do this, I know you won't even look my way. So use me however you like. I'm here for you to take."

This was her plan all along, that's why she had insisted on going to this hotel.

His hands moved from her waist, one cupping her cheek while the other rested on her ass, pulling her gently towards him.

"Think this through. You can still back out." He was giving her one last chance.

"I will regret it more if I let this chance slip away." she closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips softly against his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft exploration of each other's mouths.

But as she sighed softly against him, he deepened the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair, angling her head for better position.

She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted sweet, like wine, and she found herself craving more.

Shery knew he didn't feel the same way as her.

Still, she didn't care.

Just this once, she wanted to feel close to him—wanted to feel him insider her.

"I love you," she said softly, hoping for the same words in return.

There was none.

Instead, he stood up abruptly, his grip firm as he lifted her by the waist and carried her with ease. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

He laid her down on the longer sofa.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, but he didn't even meet her gaze.

It made her sad, but she knew she had no right to feel that way.

He started to undress her, his hands efficient and detached. He unbuttoned her top, pushing it open to expose her lace bra.

Cupping her soft breasts, his touch was firm and possessive, molding her tits to his will.

He began to play with her, his fingers teasing and tweaking her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard and sensitive.

Leaning down, his mouth captured one of her hard nipples through , biting gently before soothing it with his tongue.

"Ah!" she gasped, her back arching off the sofa as a jolt of pleasure and pain coursed through her.

"Yes, right there," she moaned.

The sensation of teeth and tongue on her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine, making her squirm and crave more. "Don't stop,"

She panted, her fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on as he continued to tease and torture her nipples, his eyes still distant, focused solely on his own pleasure and the satisfaction of his physical needs.

While ravaging her breasts like an object of pure pleasure, his other hand slowly pulled down her pants, exposing her underwear completely.

At the same time, his clothing also disappeared , revealing his hard cock, thick and ready.

There was no foreplay, no fingering—just him wanting to screw her .

He positioned himself between her legs and thrust inside her with a single, powerful stroke.

"Ouch!!!!!"She screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure.

"It's too big, Boss." she gasped, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks in his flesh.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his hips already beginning to move in a brutal, quick rhythm.

She couldn't blame him for being rough; she had given him permission to mess her up, to treat her like this.

As her pussy continued to secrete more liquid, lubricating his thrusts, he kept pounding her soaking wet slit.

Each thrust was deep and powerful, hitting the wall of her vagina, eliciting a mix of pleasure and a slight sting of pain.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she cried out with each impact, her body jolting.

Even the sofa was not spared from the intensity , its legs scraping against the floor as it moved forward with each moans.

"Fuck," he grunted, his cock tensing as he reached the peak of his pleasure.

"Give it to me. I want to feel every drop." She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his cock, taking him as deep as she could. "Don't hold back. Please messed me up, boss."

Her words spurred him on, his body responding to her encouragement, his movements becoming more frenzied.

"That's it boss," she gasped. "Right there. Right there. Fill me up. Make me yours."

With a final, deep thrust, he buried his cock inside her, filling her with his hot, white seed.

She panted heavily on the sofa with a satisfied smile spreading across her face. At least she had that moment with him.

But before she could even relax, her body started to lift—floating off the sofa without warning.

"Don't tell me you're done already? We're only just getting started." Asher smiled wickedly, his thumb pressing against her lips, silencing her.