Chapter 509: 509. I Tell Her The Truth About The Key, And She Doesn’t Care At All!**

The heavy, musk scented silence of the carriage was broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing. Rex finally pulled back, the wet, squelching sound of his withdrawal echoing in the small space.

He leaned back into the plush leather of the carriage seat, his chest heaving, his eyes hooded with a dark, satisfied arrogance. "We still have a lot of time... I can tell they’re still fighting some monsters and can’t go back here because there’s too many of them."

After that, he didn’t have to say a word. He didn’t have to command her.

Elizabeth, still glowing with the heat of her climax and the lingering sensation of being filled, moved with a fluid, instinctive grace. She knew her role now.

She had transitioned from the poised scholar to the devoted, lust driven woman who lived for his pleasure. ’I have to become the slut that made Rex proud to brag...’

She knelt between his legs, her naked body a vision of flushed, beautiful sin in the dim light. As she looked up at him, her eyes were still glazed with that heavy, lovesick haze, her expression one of pure, unashamed devotion.

She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped his massive, throbbing cock. It was still incredibly thick, still pulsing with the remnants of his massive release, and it looked almost legendary against her skin.

"Hnnfff..." She began to work, her movements practiced and eager.

First, she attempted to use her breasts. Elizabeth had always been quietly proud of her figure, and her breasts were indeed massive, heavy, and incredibly soft.

"Oh?" Rex raised his eyesbrow. "That’s good."

"You’re now cleaning up without me having to order you to do it." Rex laughed.

She leaned forward, pressing them together with all her strength, trying to create a deep, fleshy cleavage to sandwich him. She slid his length between the mounds of her breasts, sliding up and down with a rhythmic, desperate motion.

"Haahhhnn~! It’s still so amazingly hot~! Nnnhhhh..." Elizabeth licks her lips. ’I can feel his strong male hardness between my tits...’

But as she worked, she felt a flicker of her old, perfectionist self even in her madness, she noticed the sheer scale of him. Despite their impressive size, his massive, thick shaft was too much to be completely enveloped by her cleavage; the head of his cock still peeked out from the top, demanding more.

Instead of frustration, a new wave of hunger hit her. She leaned in closer, her lips parting as she abandoned the attempt to hide him between her breasts and decided to worship him instead.

"Oh right... it seems like now’s the perfect change to tell you the truth about the broken key that leads you this broken professor that’s officially become my slut." Rex smirked. "Tomorrow’s our last day and I don’t want any interruption."

She began to listen and lick him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock, tracing the swollen vein that ran along the underside. She moved with a slow, agonizingly sensual pace, her tongue darting and swirling, tasting the salty, sweet mixture of his sweat and the lingering traces of his semen.

’This cock... have a magic that makes a woman submit...’

"Back then... when your stupid fiance stumbled... it was my undoing."

"Mmm... hnnn..." she hummed against his skin, the vibration of her throat sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

’Looks like she didn’t give a fuck at all.’

’Good shit...’

She alternated between the sensation of her soft, heavy breasts sliding up and down his shaft and the wet, swirling heat of her mouth. She was thorough, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes, watching his expression, feeding off the way his hips twitched in response to her touch.

She was a master of her craft now, using every part of her body to ensure he felt every ounce of her adoration.

Rex let out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back against the carriage wall. His hands found her hair, his fingers tangling in the messy strands, not to pull her away, but to hold her there, to ground himself as she drove him to the very brink of madness.

"I’m surprised... you’re doing it perfectly, Elizabeth," he rasped, his voice strained and thick. "That five days worth of training really made you this good, huh?"

She didn’t stop. She intensified the pressure, her breasts squeezing him tightly while her tongue worked with a frantic, expert precision.

She wanted to tease him, to stretch out this moment of absolute dominance and devotion, making sure he felt every bit of the woman who had completely broken herself for him. She wasn’t ready to let him finish; she wanted to savor the way he trembled under her touch, the way his massive cock throbbed against her lips, a silent testament to the power she now held over him, even as she served him.

’This bitch... is trying to win, huh?’

’No one can do that shit.’

The rhythm in the carriage shifted from slow worship to a frantic, desperate tempo. Elizabeth was no longer just teasing; she was attacking his senses with a calculated, hungry intensity.

She leaned in, her heavy, massive breasts pressing together with such force that they formed a tight, fleshy tunnel, and she began to slide him between them with a rapid, blurring speed.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

The sound of her soft, warm skin slapping against his thick shaft filled the small space, a wet, rhythmic percussion that echoed the frantic beating of her heart. She was using her entire upper body to drive the friction, her breasts working like a vise, squeezing his massive length with every upward and downward stroke.

As she slid her body, she didn’t let the tip go unrewarded. Her tongue became a weapon of pure ecstasy. She worked the head of his cock with a masterful, swirling technique, her tongue darting in and out of the slit, licking the sensitive rim with a precision that made Rex’s entire frame shudder.

She was laving him, swirling, and sucking at the very tip, her mouth creating a vacuum of heat that contrasted perfectly with the sliding friction of her breasts.

Rex’s hands tightened in her hair, his knuckles white. "Anyway... I did it... I fucking tricked everyone, especially you, this far that you’re willingly doing this."

"The key to the underlayer was broken because of my telekinesis that made Alexander fall and destroyed the key," Rex laughed. "Hahaha!"

A part of her mind, a tiny, dying ember of the old professor, flickered with the memory of what Rex had said earlier, the "broken key," the idea that she was only like this because he had revealed a fundamental flaw in her character, a crack in her soul that he had merely exploited. But that thought was instantly crushed under the weight of her lust.

She wasn’t concerned about his "truth." She didn’t care if he was right or if she was "broken."

The realization that she was no longer the perfect, composed woman of the Academy didn’t feel like a tragedy; it felt like a liberation. She wasn’t doing it because he had forced her to see a truth; she was doing this because the truth was delicious.

She was doing this because she wanted to feel his massive, pulsing heat, because she wanted to be the vessel for his pleasure, and because the sensation of his cock being crushed between her breasts was the most honest thing she had ever felt.

"How do you feel after hearing that, Elizabeth?" Rex asked.

’Let him call me broken! Let him say he broke the key! If this is what it means to be broken, then let me shatter into a million pieces!’

’I don’t want to be whole anymore! I just want to be his! I want to feel him inside me, and I want to feel him between my tits, and I want to taste him until there’s nothing left of the old Elizabeth!’

’I’m already doing this because I want to... I’ve changed...’

’REX CHANGED ME...!’

She increased the pressure, her hands reaching down to grip the base of his cock, pulling him even harder into her cleavage. She was squeezing him with everything she had, her massive tits acting as a powerful, fleshy sleeve that gripped him with an almost bruising intensity.

"Huh? You’re gripping it harder with your tits?" Rex was surprised seeing she didn’t care, and that means his plan really did work.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and shining with a terrifying, beautiful madness, her face wet with saliva and sweat. She wasn’t a scholar, a professor, or a fiancée.

She was a creature of pure, unadulterated desire, and she was determined to drive him to the absolute edge of sanity, one wet, sliding, rhythmic stroke at a time.

"It is what it is..."

The tension in the carriage reached a fever pitch, a vibrating, electric moment where the air itself seemed to thicken. Rex’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing like a coiled spring.

His eyes burned with lust, and a primal, triumphant roar tore from his throat. "Here! Here it comes, you fucking slut!"

"I’M GOING TO COVER YOUR FACE AND TITS WITH MY SEMEN!"