Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 510

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It was as though her body was betraying her, responding in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps.

She could feel the slickness between her thighs, a physical reminder of her body’s involuntary reaction.

It disgusted her, yet she couldn’t deny the faint flicker of something else—something she refused to name.

Her mind screamed at her to stop, to resist, but her body seemed to have a will of its own.

“Oh…” The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it, a soft, involuntary moan that sent a jolt of shame through her.

She clenched her jaw, trying to stifle any further sounds, but it was no use.

Her body was no longer under her control.

The men noticed, their laughter growing louder, more derisive.

“Listen to that!” one of them jeered.

“She’s starting to enjoy it!”

Adele’s face burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make them stop, but she was powerless.

All she could do was continue, her movements growing more fluid, more instinctive, as her body adapted to the rhythm.

The pain was still there, a dull ache that pulsed in time with her movements, but it was no longer the dominant sensation.

Instead, there was something else—a strange, electric current that seemed to radiate from her core, spreading through her limbs and leaving her breathless.

It was a sensation she had never felt before, one that both terrified and intrigued her.

“Oh my…” The thought flickered in her mind, unbidden and unwelcome.

She tried to push it away, to focus on anything else, but it was no use.

The more she moved, the more the sensation grew, until it was all she could think about.

The leader’s voice broke through her thoughts, sharp and mocking.

“Keep going,” he commanded, his tone laced with cruel amusement.

“Let’s see how much you can take. I want to see you come all over mr. Rich kid’s big dick! Hahaha!”

Adele’s body obeyed, even as her mind rebelled.

She moved with a fluidity that surprised even herself, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate tempo.

The entire scene seemed to fade away, the men’s voices becoming distant, almost muffled.

All that remained was the sensation—the strange, overwhelming feeling that threatened to consume her.

She hated it. She hated herself for feeling it.

But even as the shame burned within her, she couldn’t deny the truth: her body was responding in ways she couldn’t control.

The leader’s laughter echoed in her ears, a harsh, grating sound that brought her back to reality.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Hahaha!,” he said, his voice filled with malicious glee. “She’s loving it so much she’s covering the man’s dick with her thick creamy milky pussy liquid!”

Adele’s eyes stung with unshed tears, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and despair.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything to make them stop. But she couldn’t.

All she could do was keep her complaints in silence.

And so she did, her body moving in a rhythm that was both foreign and familiar, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

She had no idea how much longer she could keep going, but she knew she had no choice.

As the minutes dragged on, the cold place seemed to grow hotter, the air thicker, as though the very atmosphere was conspiring against her.

Adele’s movements became more automatic, her body falling into a rhythm that felt almost detached from her mind.

She was aware of the men’s eyes on her, their leering gazes like physical weights pressing down on her, but she forced herself to block them out.

She focused on her breathing, on the steady rise and fall of her chest, on anything that could distract her from the reality of the situation.

Steven’s face flashed in her mind, his expression a mix of anguish and helplessness.

She turned her head and she could see him in her peripheral vision, his body tense, his hands clenched into fists.

She wanted to reach out to him, to tell him she was sorry, that she was doing this for them, but she couldn’t.

All she could do was meet his gaze for the briefest of moments, her eyes filled with a silent plea for understanding.

The leader noticed the exchange, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

“Aw, look at that,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

“The happy couple, sharing a moment. How touching.”

His men laughed, their voices harsh and grating, but Adele barely heard them.

Her focus was on Steven, on the pain in his eyes, on the way his body seemed to sag under the weight of his helplessness.

She wanted to tell him it would be okay, that they would get through this, but the words caught in her throat.

Instead, she turned her attention back to the task at hand, her movements growing more deliberate, more controlled.

She could feel the tension in the room shifting, the men’s laughter fading into a tense, almost anticipatory silence.

They were waiting, watching, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and cruelty.

The leader stepped closer, his presence looming over her like a shadow.

“You’re doing well,” he said, his tone almost conversational, as though they were discussing the weather.

“But let’s see how much more you can take before you explode. I’m sure Mr. Rich kid can handle his own. He got lots of practice with his million wives. Come, Adele! We all want to see you come! Hard!” The shouted in his usual barbaric style.

Adele’s body tensed, her movements faltering for a moment before she forced herself to continue.

She could feel the pressure building, the sensations growing more intense, more overwhelming.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort.

And then, without warning, it happened—a wave of sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that it threatened to consume her.