Apocalypse King System
Chapter 102 102: The Struggle of the Beautiful Woman (1)

"Don't... let go of me," Camilla struggled desperately, and tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Little did Camilla know that her struggle only heightened Derick's interest. His erection surged, pressing against the mayor's wife's thigh. His scorching hot member pressed against her western-style dress, which offered no resistance to the temperature of the man's throbbing shaft.

Camilla couldn't help but recall the robust and imposing sight of the man's penis moving inside her delicate opening. Even the shape of the penis, now pressed against her thigh, began to take form in her mind. She shivered involuntarily, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame.

Derick didn't rush; instead, he tantalizingly teased the chaste beauty's body, mindful not to overstimulate her to the point where she contemplated self-harm again. He had ample time to conquer this extraordinary beauty, and he found the challenge all the more intriguing.

Smack!

Derick firmly slapped Camilla's raised buttocks. She screamed, leaping out of Derick's embrace. She instinctively clutched her buttocks, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort washing over her. Derick showed no restraint, and this was far from playful flirting; Camilla felt real pain.

As Camilla looked flustered and distressed, her eyes betrayed not only embarrassment but also a subtle hint of pleasure and desire, a manifestation of her masochistic tendencies. Derick felt a sense of pride; he knew he could easily mold this seemingly steadfast beauty into his submissive pet, capitalizing on her weakness for pain and submission.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a wonderful feel! So firm and tender, even better than those young girls. I can't fathom what your cuckold husband was thinking to abandon such a perfect woman," Derick shook his head, a regretful expression on his face.

Camilla pursed her lips and remained silent. However, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow and resentment deep within her heart. If it weren't for her husband's abandonment, she would never have ended up in this situation today.

Covering her slightly sore and likely reddened buttocks from the spanking, the beautiful woman couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement amidst the pain. The pain was accompanied by waves of pleasure, causing her to involuntarily squeeze her legs together, leaving her intimate area strangely vacant.

Derick advanced a few steps, steadily driving the beautiful woman into a corner. He shamelessly observed her well-proportioned, perfect physique, mature and alluring grace, combined with an air of nobility. This was not something easily cultivated; it required a naturally perfect woman from a cultured and aristocratic background.

"Do you still have so many women that you can't satisfy yourself with? Why do you have to do this?" Camilla said with some helplessness.

"How could those ordinary women compare to a dignified and elegant beauty like Camilla, with such grace?" Derick greedily breathed in her body's fragrance, his gaze fixed on the prominent curves beneath her shirt that defied containment.

Listening to the man's unabashed flattery, Camilla, though displaying a hint of resistance on the surface, secretly felt a barely perceptible sense of delight. "Yes, why can't my husband notice me when this man is so infatuated with me?"

It had been almost a year since Camilla had been intimate with her husband. His abilities in that department were mediocre at best, and his frequent social engagements had further diminished his performance. Ever since Derick had explored her body that one time, she had never experienced such pleasure. It was as if she had been transported back to her 18-year-old self, and her entire being had come alive with vibrant colors.

The beautiful woman was lost in her thoughts, not realizing that the man had approached her. His hands had even climbed to her waist. "No, I can't do this..." she reacted in fear, using her hands to push Derick's chest away.

"Think about your husband. It's been so long since he came to see you; he's probably given up on you by now. With his status, he might be living it up somewhere safe!" Derick continued to press her, step by step.

"No, it's not like that..." Camilla shook her head, feeling somewhat incredulous. Deep down, she knew the truth but was unwilling to accept it. Moreover, as the daughter of a well-educated and morally upright family, she couldn't convince herself to commit such a morally and spiritually betraying act.

"But look at me, Camilla. My penis down here is already swollen, and it's quite uncomfortable. If I don't release it, I might not be able to hold back..." Derick pressed his body against the beautiful woman.

The man's scorching hot penis rested in the crevice of the woman's thighs, causing her heart to race with a mix of fear and panic. At that moment, she was neither able to resist nor defend herself.

"Camilla, with a body as exquisite as yours, any man would desire you. Why confine yourself like this? No one will ever know, and you surely haven't forgotten the intense pleasure from our last encounter!" The man's words were like a devil's temptation, assaulting the woman's innermost thoughts.

"No... no, please, I can't do it. Don't..." The beautiful woman sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She looked pale, clearly overwhelmed by panic and fear.

"Alright, alright. If you're unwilling to help me find relief with your body, so be it..." Derick, looking at the cornered beauty, took a step back first.

"Ah?" Camilla thought she had misheard. Could it be that this man was willing to let her go?

"But," Derick's tone shifted, "Camilla, you see how hard I am down here. If I don't release, I might do something I can't control." He pointed to his lower body.

Camilla glanced at Derick's lower half, even though he was wearing pants, it couldn't hide the impressive size of his penis, which was truly intimidating.

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Camilla hesitated for a moment. She had made up her mind that as long as this man didn't continue to demand what she feared, she would agree to almost anything else.

"As long as Camilla agrees to help me ejaculate with your mouth, then I will spare you," Derick said calmly.

"You... I don't want to," as soon as she heard this condition, the beautiful woman immediately shook her head in refusal.

"Then use your vagina to help me release, don't lose face..." Derick said coldly.

"No... you can't do this," the man's sudden change in attitude and his cold tone made Camilla feel frightened.

"It seems you've chosen to be raped by me then?"

"Fine, I agree... I agree," seeing that the man had already begun to take action, the beautiful woman cried out in despair.

"That's better. Let's get started then," Derick smiled and lay back on the bed nonchalantly.

Camilla looked at the man's erect penis with a mixture of pain and discomfort. Even though it was through his pants, she could feel its length. She was about to use her mouth to satisfy him, something she had never done, not even with her husband, as she found it repulsive and degrading, something only prostitutes would do.

"Why are you just standing there?" Derick grew impatient.

The beautiful woman felt a wave of sadness within her, and two clear tears streamed down her cheeks. Somewhat reluctantly, she climbed onto the bed, trembling hands moving to help him remove his pants.

With each delicate movement, Derick's pants came off, and his entire erect penis sprang free, pointing audaciously at the beauty's lovely face. The large, glistening head of his penis was less than ten centimeters away from Camilla's face.

As she inhaled the scent of the man's penis, which was now so close, she detected a distinct and unpleasant odor, causing a strong sense of revulsion. The beautiful and delicate features of her face twisted with disgust and aversion.

Moreover, the closer she got to the man's penis, the more intense the smell of semen became, almost overwhelming her senses. Waves of the pungent aroma rushed into her nasal passages, making her feel utterly repulsed.

The humiliation inside the beautiful woman was unbearable. The offensive odor made her feel as if she were about to vomit. Clenching her teeth, she slowly closed her eyes, as if to block out the sensation, and then gradually approached the man's penis.

Slowly, the woman's lips covered Derick's glans. At this moment, the strong scent of semen and the unique aroma of the man's genitalia became overwhelmingly potent. It was as if Derick, to accommodate her act of oral sex, had even stimulated himself to release a small amount of seminal fluid.