My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 157

Chapter 157: A Man’s Willpower
He could feel the cool dampness on his skin as she licked him gently on the neck, her tongue tracing the line of his collarbone.

Her teeth grazed his earlobe as she whispered, “Relax, let go of your inhibitions.”

Lucia’s warm breath sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his resolve waver. He knew it was wrong, but the temptation was too great.

‘What am I doing? This girl is crazy, and I’m sure I can’t fix her,’ he leaned back, but she just kept pushing.

Her hands deftly unbuckled his pants, and his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing.

Asher took a deep breath, the salty scent of the sea mixing with her sweet, intoxicating aroma.

It was a strong combination that made his head spin. He tried to focus on the sound of the waves lapping against the boat, but she was just too good with her hand.

“I can’t do this with you,” he murmured, pushing her away with trembling hands. It was a feeble protest, one that barely masked the disappointment in his voice.

“You don’t have to sleep with me,” she assured him, “I can just satisfy you with my mouth.”

She licked her lips, and he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him.

The image of her lips wrapped around his cock was almost too much to resist.

He stared at her for a moment, the battle raging within him. His body screamed for relief, while his mind whispered the name of the one he truly cared for. Index.

But the temptation was too great, and with a low groan, he nodded.

He would let her do this, just this once, to release the pressure that had taken hold of him. This was just a momentary lapse in judgment, a fleeting indulgence that would be forgotten as soon as it was over.

She smiled playfully as she took him in her mouth, her warm, wet tongue wrapping around his shaft.

His eyes rolled back in his head as she began to bob up and down, her hands cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

Asher could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, his hips moving of their own accord to meet her rhythm.

“Oh my, your legs are shaking- does it feel that good ??” She giggled between breaths.

He wanted to deny it, but her mouth was a perfect fit, and he couldn’t help but let out a series of groans that echoed in the small cabin.

“Let me suck all that pent up stress out of you.”

She took him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length, and he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Tell me, who suck better? Me or your wife?” she teased, but he just ignored her.

Seeing that he was still resisting, she made sure to give the best performance for him

With their bodies having a unique connection though magic, she resonated with him, amplifying the sensation.

This was something exclusive to people like them— even Lucy couldn’t provoke such a reaction because she lacked a magic body.

“Shoot it in my mouth .” She mumbled, and that was not the last straw.

With a final, desperate thrust, he came, spilling his semen into her throat. She swallowed greedily, never breaking eye contact as she milked him of every last drop.

He stepped back, his breathing ragged.

“This is wrong,” he mumbled, pulling his pants back up and buckling them. “This can’t happen again.

She didn’t say anything, because her cheeks were still puffed.

He was confused as to why she wasn’t gulping it down or spitting it out.

But then she pull out a vial and spew his golden colored semen on it. She quickly cast a spell to preserve the content and hid it away.

“You…” He broke into a cold sweat. So that was her plan all along.

She smiled at him with a smug, victorious expression, because she had outsmarted him.

“As you wish,” she said, standing up and adjusting her hair. She looked genuinely pleased by her accomplishment.

Asher rubbed his nose, seeking a brief moment of relief. He realized too late that he had actually given her what she wanted. He could take it back by force, but that would feel beneath him, especially considering he had just used her.

‘I’m sure my ability to procreate is already nonexistent after all the modifications I’ve been through,’ he muttered, brushing the thought aside.

‘And even if it did work, I’ll be gone from this world once I get what I want,’

Still, he couldn’t shake the worry that this little incident might be the beginning of something more problematic in the future.

Along the way, neither of them spoke to each other. It was a relief, as he really didn’t want to interact with her outside of a business context.

She understood this, never trying to pressure him into treating her like one of his girlfriends or forcing him to take responsibility.

Finally, they reached the first part of their destination. It was inside the tree, and from a distance, he saw the giant roots twisting and rising above the water.

The entire tree floated above a vast lake-like expanse, and as they got closer, the sunlight was blocked by the massive roots.

What replaced the sunlight were glowing green motes that shimmered like stars, casting an ethereal light over the area.

“Why did you put the portal here?” he asked.

“Because it needs to be placed in an area with a high amount of energy, and it has to be very stable,” she explained.

He frowned, looking around at the tree and the shimmering green motes. ”

But why here, specifically? You could just set up an area with the same effect using arcane spells and runes.”

She shrugged slightly. “The energy here is unique. It’s ancient, rooted deep within the ground. Most places wouldn’t have the stability we need, and others might drain the energy too quickly. In addition, it’s way more expensive to maintain it anywhere else.

Understanding her reasoning, he decided to stay silent.

It wasn’t long before his eyes caught sight of it—a towering portal carved from massive stone slabs, standing proudly on a small island in the middle of the water.

The structure was awe-inspiring, with its sharp edges and ancient patterns etched deep into the surface.

Two monumental pillars stretched upward, connected by a weathered arch at the top.

From afar, he could see a group of Beastkin working, the still unfinished portal looming in the background.

Among them were figures who seemed human, but they didn’t look civilized at all.

They wore only thin clothing, clearly accustomed for hard labor. Thick chains were wrapped around their necks, and the Beastkin used whips to keep them in line, directing their movements like slaves with no rights.

“Those are our human slaves,” she pointed out. “They’re generally not very intelligent, but they have very strong and sturdy bodies, so we use them as mules.”

After hearing her comments, he narrowed his eyes and observed them closer.

Their bodies were covered in brown-toned muscles, and they carried massive slabs of rock effortlessly, using nothing but their bare hands.

‘I’m pretty sure these humans aren’t from my world.’