Chapter 69: *MY NEMESIS WORSHIPS MY SHAFT AS A VILLAIN 2*

I had lost the feel of time but the only reoccurring thought that came to my mind was the feeling of finally getting my revenge back in the most gruesome way.

I fucked him deep, rolling strokes — slow and punishing, making sure he felt owned.

I leaned down and captured Ghost’s mouth in a messy kiss, tasting myself on his tongue from earlier.

One hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing hard.

"Going to fill your guts again," I promised between thrusts. "You want my DNA buried in you? Don’t you."

Ghost nodded frantically, voice wrecked. "Yes— please— "

My pace turned brutal. I hammered into his ass, the wet slap of our bodies echoed in the confined space.

Ghost’s prostate was assaulted relentlessly until his whole body convulsed in a shattering orgasm — cumming and squirting at the same time, spurting weakly after series of intense climax.

The intense clenching around my cock, dragged me over the edge. I buried my shaft to the hilt and came with a deep guttural groan, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside Ghost’s spasming anal.

I stayed locked in for a long minute to stabilize my twitching hip. Chest heaving violently as I gasped for air. Panting.

I eventually pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak out of Ghost’s thoroughly used puffy anus. It gaped widely, showing his obscene pink insides.

I pushed two fingers in, scooping some of it and feeding it to Ghost, who sucked them clean without hesitation.

I yanked his hair back, Ghost trembled through the aftershock.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and sex.

Ghost laid boneless on the floor beside me, his legs still spread, chest rising and falling.

His body was a canvas of my claim — red blistered handprints blooming across his ass, bite marks on his shoulders and neck, faint sharp lines across his back, a steady leak of my cum pouring out from his swollen, puffy holes.

"Fuck — you wrecked me so good." He murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied.

Pulling him up for a deep, messy tongue kiss that tasted like the both of us.

"Such a good fucking slut for me," I whispered, pressing another soft kiss on his lips, serval strand of our glossy saliva, connected like a bridge when we broke apart. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Ghost curled up tighter against me, voice hoarse. "Yes— Alex. Yours.... Completely."

"I’d let you destroy me every night if it means I have to earn your trust and control."

I kissed the top of his head, still possessive. "You’re mine now, but we’re just getting started, your penance still awaits you."

We stayed tangled together for a awhile on the cold floor, the red light hummed above us. Lazy kisses as heartbeats gradually calmed. Trembling from the intensity of everything we’d just done.

"I hate the fact that I disliked you but here you are laying spent in my arms." I whispered into the quiet.

I reached out for Ghost’s clothes since he had some items stacked in — a clean cloth and a small tube of soothing gel.

I drank the water left and gave the little back to Ghost.

I wiped myself clean with the cloth and tossed it over Ghosts as he laid spent.

The parallel act of the brutal fucking and the lack of aftercare made Ghost’s chest tighten. He knew he very much deserved it.

I was done fixing myself, I wore my slik robe. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant music that played through the walls.

Ghost spoke first, voice barely a whisper. "Does this make us even?"

My hands paused while I tied the knot of my robe. "No. Nothing will ever make us even."

I bent down and held his jaw firmly, forcing our eyes to meet. "You awaken something in me since the very day I knew the kind of person you are."

"I stil reflect on it every night I go to bed. You wouldn’t understand the pain of a man that gives his woman the world and the commitment she could ever imagine... just to find out she was cheating."

A dark grin played on my lips. "Isn’t that funny? And you made jokes about it."

"If death can’t break a man, that~ will."

Ghost eyes filled with fresh tears. "I know, though i can’t turn back time, I grew from my mistakes."

"But you’re here." I continued, " Because you have no other option other than to let me hurt you. Letting me own you. Letting me fuck the guilt into your body."

"You don’t deserve anything good from me except from what I give to you by force." I yanked his jaw to the side.

As I was about drifting off. His voice rasped, "Wait — please— help."

I paused for a second, without turning back.

Ghost stayed awake, staring at the faint rising of sun pass through the small window, He laid semi paralyzed.

I left him to sort himself out.

The treachery still burned. The love and hate

still ached. But for the first time since the confession, something felt almost like a balance.

Immediately as I stepped into the dark hallway. My system awakened.

A translucent box appeared in front of my vision. The color was unlike any other boxes my system uses to reveal my stats, it was glowing dark red.

I curiously hovered on it with my hand, and a dragon like entity bursted out, flying in the air.

I startled off my feet and fell back against the wall as I saw this.

Then it spoke in a deep thundering voice.

<< Alexander Epstein, the Tyrant of the New Empire Throne, a villainous Overlord-Class player who chose the path of conquest and domination. You will build this empire on fear, Loyalty, and calculated breeding programs >>

<< Adding up your earned points from each and every diabolical step you’ve taken the time of your unwitting desire to revenge >>

<< You now possess the unique Dominion Mating System (DMS), a forbidden Lengendary - grade system that activates through conquest and dominance >>