The Lustful Time Lord's Revenge-Chapter 206 - Mirror of Destruction

I pulled my cock out of Isabel’s gaping asshole. A wet, filthy sound followed the withdrawal of my shaft from her reddened, swollen anus. Isabel groaned weakly, her body limp and exhausted, all resistance gone.

I didn’t give her time to rest. With strong hands, I grabbed her slender waist and pushed her into a doggy-style position—forced to her hands and knees, her butt still raised high, now facing directly towards Yukie’s throne.

Isabel whimpered in pain as her tired joints were forced into the new position. But she had no strength left to fight. Her trembling hands were forced to grip the throne’s armrests for support.

And here, the humiliation reached a new level.

Isabel’s face was now mere centimeters from Yukie’s frozen one. So close she could see every perfect detail of Yukie’s porcelain skin, her long white eyelashes, and those vacant pale white eyes. She could see the reflection of her own ruined, tear-streaked face in Yukie’s glass-like eyes.

It was a mirror of her own destruction.

Isabel stared, transfixed, hypnotized by that reflection of her ruin. She saw her own disheveled, sweat-damp black hair, red and swollen eyes, flushed cheeks covered in tear tracks, swollen lips, and behind her own reflection, the shadow of me standing behind her, ready to continue the torment.

The sight was devastating. She, Isabel Mercedes, noble daughter, academy star, now posed like a dog before Yukie Iceblood—the woman she’d always considered her rival, the standard she had to chase, a symbol of untouchable perfection. And now, she was in her most debased state, while Yukie remained perfect, untouched, even while frozen.

As for me, I stood behind her, viewing the scene with deep satisfaction.

From my position, I had a clear view of Isabel’s slim, muscular back, the beautiful curve of her waist, and her round, plump buttocks—still open, red, swollen, with her anus now fluttering and slightly gaping, pulsing like a small mouth that had lost its virginity.

Thick semen I’d just released was still oozing out from there, dripping slowly down her pale inner thighs, forming a filthy white trail on her smooth skin.

It was an incredibly enticing sight. Her still-red, open anus seemed to be calling out, inviting my hard cock to enter again, to fill that emptiness once more.

And I didn’t refuse the invitation.

With one hand, I held her slender waist firmly in place. With the other, I guided my cock—still wet with a mix of semen, her fluids, and spit—towards her open anus.

"Ah! Wait—!" Isabel gasped in shock, but it was too late.

I pushed in, not slowly this time, but with one strong thrust that buried me deep inside her in one go.

"AAAAH!" Isabel’s scream shattered the silence, full of sudden agony. Her body arched, but her hands and knees remained planted on the floor and chair, unable to fall because of my iron grip.

She felt it again—the fullness, the stretching, the violation. But this time, it was different. She was already open. Already accustomed—at least, a little. The pain was still there, but not as piercing as the first time. And with [Lustful Touch] still active, there was another sensation mixed in, confusing her and breaking her down further.

I pushed deeper, deeper still, until I felt the base of my thighs press tightly against her plump buttocks. I was now fully sheathed inside her, and I could feel every centimeter of her warm, tight inner walls gripping my cock snugly.

"Fuck, this is... incredible," I murmured, almost in disbelief.

Isabel’s ass was truly exceptional. Tight, yet elastic enough. Hot, like a perfect flesh glove. And this doggy position allowed me to go deeper than before.

I began to move. Slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out, then thrusting back in with force. Each thrust jolted Isabel’s body forward, pushing her face closer to Yukie’s. Each time, she nearly crashed her nose into Yukie’s statue-like icy face.

"Ah... ah... too deep..." Isabel moaned between heavy breaths. Her voice no longer held resistance, only exhaustion and a kind of bitter acceptance. "Adam... slower... it’s... it’s too big..."

But I didn’t listen. Instead, the hand on her waist moved up, grabbing her disheveled black hair. I gripped a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck and pulled it back, forcing her neck to arch and her face to tilt upward, away from Yukie, now staring at the frozen arena ceiling.

"Aaah!" Isabel protested, but I ignored her.

With her hair still in my tight grasp, I began moving faster. My hips pistoned back and forth with an increasing rhythm, creating loud, rhythmic slapping sounds each time the base of my thighs smacked against her plump buttocks.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

The sound echoed in the arena’s absolute silence, becoming the only music in this stopped world.

Along with it was the wet sound of my cock sliding within her ass, now slick with natural lubricant—a mix of semen, mucus, and perhaps a little blood.

Isabel couldn’t hold back her sounds. Each slap against her butt, each deep thrust into her rear, forced moans from her. "Ah! Ah! Aaah! Adam! Too... too rough!"

"Rough?" I asked cynically, not slowing down. My free hand rose high, then came down hard, smacking her left plump buttock.

SMACK!

The loud slap echoed. The pale skin of her buttock immediately reddened, leaving a clear handprint.

"Ah!" Isabel yelped in pain, her body trembling.

"You deserve this, you arrogant girl!" I snarled, then smacked her right buttock.

SMACK!

"Ahh!"

"How do you feel now?" I taunted, continuing to fuck her brutally. "Still think you’re above me? Still think I’m not worthy?"

"I... I didn’t—" Isabel tried to speak, but was cut off by a moan as I thrust particularly deep. "Ah! Nngh!"

"Remember everything you did to me? All the insults? All those condescending looks?" I asked, my voice full of pent-up hatred. Each word was punctuated with another slap to her ass or a deeper thrust. "Did you think I’d forget? Did you think because I stayed quiet, I accepted it?"

"I... I’m sorry... I’m truly sorry..." Isabel whimpered, but this time without strength. She just repeated the words like a mantra, hoping it would end her suffering.

But it wouldn’t. Not until I was satisfied.

I kept fucking her, and I noticed the changes in her body. Even as she still complained, even with pain on her face, her body was beginning to respond differently.

The muscles of her ass, which were initially tight with pain, began to relax, even starting to move slightly in rhythm with my thrusts. Her breathing, which was initially ragged from crying, became heavier, deeper, more... aroused.

And then, I felt it. Between her spread thighs, her still-virgin pussy was now utterly soaked. Clear fluid flowed freely, drenching her inner thighs, even dripping onto the arena floor beneath her. She was genuinely aroused.

Then, suddenly, Isabel’s body shuddered violently. Her neck arched back from the pull on her hair, her mouth fell open, and a long, drawn-out moan—filled with something that was no longer pure pain—burst from her throat.

"Aaaaaaaah! ADAM! I—I—!"

Along with that moan, a gush of clear fluid sprayed from her soaked pussy, splashing onto the arena floor, wetting the area beneath her. Her body shook uncontrollably, the muscles of her ass clenching around my cock in powerful spasms, and for a moment, she completely lost control.

She had a squirting orgasm. In the middle of brutal anal.

In my peripheral vision, a notification appeared:

[You have successfully made Isabel climax.]

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 46.]

[Isabel’s Sexual Arousal increased to 47 (+1)]

I paused for a moment, looking down at the scene with mocking eyes. Isabel, having just experienced a powerful orgasm, now hung limply from my grip on her hair, breathing heavily, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Clear fluid still dripped from her pussy. Her ass still gripped my hard cock tightly.

"You filthy slut," I murmured, my voice full of contempt. "You can even orgasm from this? From getting fucked in the ass? How dirty you are, Isabel."

Isabel couldn’t answer. She just made a weak sound, a mix of shame, exhaustion, and confusion. She herself didn’t understand why her body reacted that way. Why, in the midst of all the pain and humiliation, she could feel pleasure. Why she could orgasm.

I let go of her hair, and her limp body immediately collapsed to the floor, her butt still raised because my cock was still buried inside her. She lay on the floor, her face pressed against the cold stone, her body still trembling.

But I wasn’t finished. I was still hard. And I was still full of hatred.

Still buried inside her, I looked at Yukie before us. The woman still sat calmly, the same pose, the same expression. Cold. Untouched. Like an iceberg indifferent to any storm raging around it.

Seeing that absolute calm, my hatred for her burned brighter. I truly wanted to break her right now. Wanted to see that cold expression shatter. Wanted to hear her normally serene voice become moans and sobs. Wanted to see her beg for mercy like Isabel.

But no. I restrained myself. Yukie deserved something more special. More planned. Not just a brutal rape in an arena like this. For her, I wanted something... crueler.

So, for now, I would vent all my hatred for her onto Isabel. I would use Isabel’s body as a substitute for Yukie in my mind.

"You damn ice bitch," I growled, starting to move again inside Isabel’s ass. This time rougher, full of more anger.

Each word was accompanied by a hard thrust. Isabel, still weak from her orgasm, whimpered in pain. "Adam... slower..."

"But you know what, Isabel?" I continued, ignoring her plea. "She might be cold on the outside. But I bet she’s just as dirty inside as the rest of you. Just as much of a slut. Just as deserving of being fucked and humiliated like this."

I bent down, bringing my lips close to Isabel’s ear. "You know, I used to think you and Alex were a perfect match. Two arrogant people propping each other up. But then Alex died. And you? You didn’t even mourn him, did you?"

Isabel lifted her face from the floor, trying to protest. "I... I had nothing with Alex! I was only interested because he was ranked second in the academy! That’s all! No feelings!"

I chuckled, my voice dripping with mockery. "Evil woman. Even though you once seemed smitten with him, the moment I humiliated him, you suddenly distanced yourself. He died a horrific death, and you didn’t even care. How do you think he’d feel seeing you now?"

"I—! Ahnn~" Isabel tried to argue but couldn’t.

"Ah, whatever," I cut her off, uninterested in her defense. "What matters is that you’re here now. And you’re going to feel all my hatred—for Alex, for you, for Yukie, for everyone who ever looked down on me."

I began moving again, at full speed and power. My hips moved back and forth with an almost wild rhythm, creating a continuous sound of slapping and Isabel’s moans—now no longer coherent, just broken sounds, gasps, groans, and occasional sobs.

"Ah! Ah! Aaah! Adam... I can’t... too fast... too deep..."

I poured everything into her. All the hatred bottled up for years. All the shame. All the anger. All the desire for revenge.

And in my mind, I imagined it was Yukie. That this tight ass I was pounding was Yukie’s ass. That the moans coming from Isabel’s mouth were Yukie’s moans. That the tears flowing were Yukie’s tears.

It made it even better. More satisfying.