Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

On the sofa, two figures became entangled.

They were like two octopuses wrapped around each other, their limbs clamped tightly around each other's bodies, locked together like perfectly interlocking puzzle pieces, unable to move.

But upon closer inspection, they were indeed moving—small, rapid, rhythmic motions occurring only in their lower bodies.

Accompanying these frenzied movements were her throat's trembling moans and the wet, slurping sounds of their tongues churning and sucking.

Apart from these subtle noises, the Principal's Office was eerily silent. The only other presence was a smartphone camera, discreetly placed on a nearby table, silently recording everything.

And so, Roland, with the chairman, Sophia beneath him, comfortably pinned the beautiful woman down, maintaining his rhythm from the afternoon dismissal bell at 3 PM, all the way through 4 PM, 5 PM, 6 PM, 7 PM...

The four hours passed in the blink of an eye, vanishing miraculously amidst the sounds of their heated exchanges.

Assuming each encounter lasted roughly half an hour, they had just completed eight consecutive rounds.

As the Chairman of the Academy, she had been pinned down and thoroughly drained eight times in the bustling school, her fluids soaking more than half the sofa. This was no better than Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kirisu Mayu's previous fates as human sprinklers.

Similarly, Roland had filled the married woman's womb eight times with his viscous, gelatinous fluids.

It must be said that even though Roland was long accustomed to leaving his mark in others' bodies—having done so countless times during his frenzied month with Yukio and Kasumi—and even disregarding them, there was Mrs. Kawasaki, the mother who had been filled with his essence in the car. Logically, he should have been completely indifferent to impregnating a mother.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, when he deposited his fluids into the Sophia mature body which is nearing her fifties, a strange mix of tension and exhilaration surged through him.

As for the reasons behind this, Roland pondered and concluded there were essentially two.

First, the chairman Sophia had broken free from his mental suggestion, effectively forcing himself on a married woman with whom he had no prior emotional connection.

This was akin to finding a beautiful, passed-out girl outside a hotel, then secretly dragging her into an alleyway to assault her when no one was around.

After the assault, he had even injected his filthy seed into her body, leaving behind incriminating evidence. Naturally, he would worry about the police coming after him.

Second, unlike Yukio and the others who were single parents, this was a genuine married woman. She had a family, a daughter, and a husband—who might even be waiting leisurely at home, completely unaware that his wife was being forcibly taken by Roland at her own office.

To think that the wife he was patiently waiting for had been violated by Roland, who had recklessly injected her with something that could lead to pregnancy, all without her consent. This would undoubtedly fill Roland with guilt.

This chairman, Sophia was truly outrageous. Four hours had passed, and she had already climaxed eight times, yet she still hadn't realized the foolishness of her actions or she maybe ignoring me it completely.

She truly lived up to her reputation as a lonely beauty nearing fifties. It was clear that years of deprivation had left her painfully pent-up, so now that her desire had been ignited, it burned like a bottomless pit, insatiable no matter how much she was drained. She had completely lost her ability to think, reduced to a mindless creature who could only pant, writhe, and roll her eyes—a force to be reckoned with.

However, after four hours of relentless, frenzied combat, Sophia's stamina had finally reached its limit. The limbs that had been clamped tightly around Roland's body began to loosen slightly, signaling the start of a brief respite.

At this moment, the Chairman's consciousness finally began to resurface. The frantic dance of her tongue with Roland's gradually slowed, and she finally started to grasp the madness of what she was doing.

Her mouth was locked in a passionate kiss with a young man's tongue, her body pinned down, unable to move. Inside her, a hard object pulsed rhythmically, sending waves of heat deep into her body, into the sacred chamber reserved for her husband—the womb meant for bearing children.

This meant she was being violated by her own student!

As the Chairman who had strictly forbidden any sexual activity on campus, she was now engaging in sexual relations with a student?

This... this... what was happening?

How could she possibly be doing this? What had gone wrong?

The Chairman was overwhelmed by terror and rage. She couldn't even remember when her clothes had been removed or when she had been pushed down.

All she knew was that she had been experiencing intense pleasure for what felt like an eternity—pleasure that had finally quenched the years of pent-up desire, pleasure that reminded her how blissful sex could be. How could she not want more?

Thrust... keep thrusting...

No... no, this isn't right. This shouldn't be happening.

What exactly had happened to her? She had to remember!

That's it... that's it!

She remembered now. She recalled catching Roland violating two teachers in the infirmary, then turning him over to the staff. Later, she learned he had been in a biology class with the teachers, where they had criticized her for trying to suppress students' curiosity about sex. The more forbidden something was, the more it piqued their interest. She had to take responsibility for the students' thirst for knowledge.

So... so she had personally satisfied Roland's curiosity, using her own body as educational material, letting him kiss, touch, and violate her to his heart's content?

WHAT THE FUCK??!

How could this be possible? Satisfying a student's sexual curiosity? How could she have done something so utterly foolish? Had she gone completely mad?

As a married woman, she had secretly spent four hours going wild with a teenage boy at school, even letting him finish inside her without protection, all just to help him with biology class?

Who would ever believe such a thing?!

Am I fucking crazy?!

No! No, no, no, no, no!

How could I be so stupid? This can't be me. I could never be violated. Otherwise... otherwise... otherwise, otherwise, otherwise!

How can I ever face my husband again?!

The Chairman had seen enough news stories about wives cheating to know they rarely ended well. She had never imagined such infidelity would happen to her, never thought she would become tainted.

So when it actually happened, she was stunned.

Her body was now filled with her student's filthy fluids. In the near future, she would become pregnant, be scorned by her husband, lose her family, bear society's condemnation, and be reduced to the filthiest thing in the world's eyes.

Yes, a thing. Not even human anymore.

Even if she could wash away every last bit of semen, even if she could take medication to prevent pregnancy, the fact that she had been brutally penetrated by someone other than her husband could never be erased. She would forever bear this yoke.

No man could truly accept that his wife carried another man's seed within her, regardless of whether it was accidental or whether she was the victim. The mere fact of her violation would inevitably trigger psychological revulsion and a deep-seated sense of impurity and insecurity in her husband.

Even if he outwardly accepted it, a permanent knot would remain in his heart—a gaping psychological wound that would never fully heal in this life.

In other words, from the moment Roland penetrated her, her life was irrevocably ruined...

And yet... her tongue continued to churn relentlessly in his mouth mixing their saliva, unable to stop even for a moment!