Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 65: Give in sister[R18]

Chapter 65: Give in sister[R18]

Suddenly, the figure of a black haired woman appeared on the bed, her face flushed and her violet eyes glistening slightly.

She laid on her back, biting her lips in annoyance as she stared at the ceiling.

Evelyn’s body trembled as she looked at the figure lying on the bed, her heart pounding violently within her chest.

There lying on the sheets, was none other than her!

Her naked body glistened under the soft moonlight spilling through the window.

Her breaths were heavy, and her chest kept rising and falling repeatedly.

One of her hands slowly drifted downward, and her trembling legs spread apart.

"I can’t... hold it anymore..." She mumbled, her fingers softly grazing against her folds.

"Nghh~" She moaned, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

Her other hand clutched the sheets desperately, and her actions grew even more violent as she kept stroking her fingers through her little sister.

"No...!" Evelyn gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

She could hear the lewd moans the woman on the bed, which was simply her was making, and it made even more embarrassed.

The heat she had been trying to hard to control flared up again, and she could feel her nether regions throbbing with desire.

Nonetheless, she tried resisting it, unwilling to give in to something that would make her sin against the goddess.

Liam’s voice came from behind her, smooth and teasing. "Interesting, isn’t it?"

Evelyn turned sharply, her face burning with embarrassment.

"You... you’re manipulating this! This is a lie!" She snapped, but her voice wavered, betraying her.

Liam chuckled, stepping closer. "A lie? Evelyn, this is you. Your own desires, your own hands... your own pleasure."

"I-It doesn’t mean anything. The flesh is weak, but my faith is strong!" She insisted, but even as she said it, her eyes refused to leave the image of herself—writhing, gasping, lost in pleasure.

She didn’t even realise that Liam just called her by her name, instead of adding a ’sister’ in front.

Her mind was already too far gone, hanging on a thin line between discipline and depravity.

Meanwhile, Liam’s lips curled up slightly.

’Her willpower sure is strong... she’s resisting me quite well.’ He thought, finding the situation a bit amusing.

[Skill Activated: Eye of Eros]

[Target Identified: Evelyn Lancaster]

[Age: 22]

[Desire: Desperately seeks purity but harbors a buried craving for corruption—longs for someone to drag her into forbidden pleasure and make her submit, stripping away her illusion of virtue.]

[Emotional State: Conflicted, Flustered, Aroused]

[Lust Percentage: 35% → 50% (Influenced by Dream Weaver)]

[Charm Resistance: Cracking (Willpower: 65% → 45%)]

[Sensitive Spots: Neck, Inner thighs, Ears, Lower back, Breasts, Clitoris]

’As expected... the dream is affecting her.’ He mumbled inwardly, the smirk on his face widening slightly.

He was sure trying to seduce her in the real world would be quite dangerous as she would be able to resist him better, and might even attack him if he tried anything funny.

Besides, he could get into trouble and be sentenced to prison if he refused to maintain his boundary.

In order to avoid a situation like that, he pulled her into a dream, tapping into her latest memories to break down that resistance.

It was something he learnt he could do during the last week, when he was just messing around with the students in the academy.

However, doing this tripled the energy consumption compared to when he just invaded the person’s dream.

Since he was basically building a dream from the scratch, his energy was being drained with each passing second.

Nonetheless, he felt it was a worthy sacrifice in this case.

’The chance to corrupt a supposedly holy nun... I’ll never waste such an opportunity.’ He thought, slowly moving closer to her.

He gently placed his hands over her wide hips, pulling her closer to him.

"Why do you keep suppressing it?" He murmured, his breath tickling her ears.

Evelyn gasped, feeling her buttock softly grind against his crotch.

She felt what seemed like a thick log of wood press against her ass, and her eyes widened in shock.

’What... is that? Is he... hiding a weapon?’ She thought, her face squeezing into a frown.

Nonetheless, she maintained her composure, not willing to let Liam realise she knew about his hidden weapon.

’As expected of a coward like him, don’t think hiding a weapon would change anything.’ She thought, her eyes narrowing.

’But what kind of weapon is that, it’s rather... strange.’ She mumbled inwardly.

"There’s no need to do that." Liam muttered, his hands slowly sliding lower down her waist.

Her breath caught. "Do... what?"

He smiled. "Hide your true desires."

She flinched.

"I have no desires," she snapped, her voice firmer this time. "My heart belongs to the goddess."

Liam tsked. "You keep telling yourself that."

His fingers brushed against her chin, tilting her face up slightly.

Her body betrayed her.

A shiver ran through her, her lips parting slightly at the touch.

Liam’s smirk widened.

"Your body disagrees."

Her heart pounded so loudly she swore he could hear it.

A smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"You’ve spent your whole life denying yourself," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "But tell me... has it ever made you happy?"

She squeezed her eyes shut.

His hand softly brushed against the side of her breasts, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Stop." She mumbled, her voice low and breathy.

"Why?" His fingers trailed down her arm, barely a whisper of a touch, yet it sent a jolt through her.

"Because... I..."

Her thoughts blurred.

His scent was overwhelming.

His warmth was suffocating.

His voice—deep, smooth, sinful—wrapped around her like a vice.

"You’ve lived in purity all your life," Liam continued, his voice low, hypnotic. "But have you ever questioned why?"

She clenched her jaw. "It is the will of the goddess."

Liam chuckled.

"Or so you’ve been told."

She flinched.

"I—"

"Face it, Sister Evelyn," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "You’re not as sinless as you claim."

Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps.

"Deep inside..." Liam’s fingers traced along her wrist. "You know the truth."

She shook her head. "No..."

"Yes."

Her hands trembled.

Her resolve wavered.

Liam spun her around, leaning closer with his red eyes glowing with amusement.

"You just need to stop fighting it."

His fingers brushed over her lips, sending another shudder through her body.

This time, she could feel the weapon hidden in his pants poking her even harder.

She instinctively looked down, only to find Liam’s hard rod poking out of his pants, like it could tear a hole through it anytime.

’T-that’s not a... weapon...’ She thought, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.

’It is his.. his...’ She kept mumbling, her face turning bright red in embarrassment.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder... how could it be that big? Was something like that even humanly possible?

"Just let go, Evelyn," Liam whispered.

She let out a shaky breath.

Her legs trembled.

Her body burned.

She wanted to move.

She wanted to push him away.

Yet—

She couldn’t.

His presence was too strong.

Too consuming.

Too... intoxicating.

Her folds quivered at the thoughts of how it would feel to have something as huge as that penetrate her.

Nonetheless, she had to stay strong, in order to maintain her purity and faith in the goddess.

’Resist temptation... resist... resist...’ She mumbled within herself.

However, it felt like the more the tried resisting, the faster her desire grew.

Liam’s lips curled into a wicked smirk.

"How about a little test... to prove me wrong." He muttered.

Elsa’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What test?"

"Just tell me to stop if you don’t like it, and I will." Liam said, releasing one of his hands from her waist.

The nun’s brows furrowed, wondering what else he had in mind.

He suddenly placed a finger on her belly, sending a slight tingle down her spine.

Slowly, his hand crawled up her torso, each touch of his lighting her on fire.

’Haa... don’t give in... don’t...’ She mumbled, gnashing her teeth.

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

She wanted to tell him to stop, but for some reason, the words remained stuck in her throat.

Though she was trying to deny it, deep down she was curious about his plan for her.

She wanted nothing more than to just let go, without worrying about anything like consequences.

However, she would never admit that, so she simply lied to herself.

’I’m just trying to... prove my faith... yes... that’s it...’ She mumbled inwardly, but her flushed face and heavy breaths betrayed her thoughts.

Within seconds, Liam’s hand had already climbed up to her breasts.

It hovered around her left one for a few seconds, before suddenly landing on it, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Ahnn~" Evelyn immediately moaned out, her body trembling in pleasure.

Her eyes widened, shocked at the kind of sound that just left her lips.

’No... did I... moan?’ She thought.

As if that wasn’t enough, Liam squeezed her boob again, this time brushing a finger across her nipple.

The heat of his touch penetrated through her garment, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her body.

’Nghh..." The nun moaned again, her legs growing weak from the sensation.

’Hehe.’ Liam smirked, slowly releasing her boob from his grasp.

Evelyn immediately fell to the ground, her legs shivering, with fluids leaking from her folds.

And then—

The world shattered, and darkness swallowed her vision.