I hate that I can't stop thinking about putting my cock inside her pregnant pussy. I don't merely want her—no, I want to destroy her. Break her down, hold her tightly by those hips, and screw her so insanely that she forgets all names save mine.
That tight, Pregnant pussy? I am already feeling it gripping me, dripping and hungry for release, as if she has been waiting for this moment just like me. If we make one mistake, this opportunity will be lost forever.
No second thoughts, no do-overs. Just me, her, and the sound of her moaning my name while I split her open.
I was thinking about it, so I decided to open the Supermarket Store real quick to see if there's anything I can pick up to help me feel more like a real healer or doctor, but before that, I need to see how many Pervert Points I have.
[ Pervert Debauchery System ]
Name: Dexter Williams
Age: 22
Skills: None
Abilities: Healing Factor, Limit Breaker, Universal Language
Pervert Points: 14748
System Storage: Magical Tool, Used Virus Immunity Needle, Soothing Cream, etc.
SUPER-MARKET STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying a corresponding Pervert Points.
The number glared back at me from the interface, bold and obscene:
14,000 Pervert Points.
My pulse spiked. Fourteen thousand? When the hell had I—? Oh. Oh, right. Helen's trembling thighs and squirting.
Fuck.
With these points, I was halfway to godhood already.
A devilish grin spread all over my face when I pictured it - flying, fire dancing at my fingertips, bending reality to my whim. The mere thought of it gave me such a rush of adrenaline that I groaned with pleasure through the furs.
My hand was still deeply inserted into Agatha's overgrown vagina, her muscles tightening around my fingers as if she wanted to trap me there, but my head was already somewhere else, captivated by the Supermarket Store's luminous interface.
I pulled up the Skills Menu.
The cheapest option was Swimming—10,000 points. Pathetic. I scrolled further, eyes scanning, until—
Doctor of Everything. 11,000 Pervert Points.
Modern medical knowledge. Expert-level precision.
My finger hovered over the purchase button—
(—First Purchase Discount: 90% OFF.)
I froze.
Ninety. Percent.
A laugh tore out of me, sharp and disbelieving. That meant... anything can be bought at 90% off..
I yanked up the Abilities Menu, my heart hammering. If the discount applied to everything—
Fourteen thousand points could buy me 140,000 worth of power.
I scrolled through the list, searching for the ability. The one that would make me untouchable. The one that would turn me from a man into a force of nature.
And then I saw it.
[Eternal Vitality – 140,000 Pervert Points "The ultimate life-manipulation ability."]
I tapped it, and the description unfolded:
Healing: Cure any wound, any disease, any ailment—physical or mental. Bring the dead back to life.
Lifespan Transfer: Give your years to others. Extend their lives.
Self-Empowerment: Consume your own lifespan to enhance your body, mind, and abilities beyond natural limits.
My breath caught.
This wasn't just an ability.
This was a cheat code.
With Healing Factor, I was already unkillable.
With Limit Breaker, I had no limits.
And now, with Eternal Vitality?
I could heal anyone. I could grow stronger just by being alive. I could even give others more time to live.
This power didn't cost me anything, because while others lose lifespan if they use this ability, they will die after overconsuming their lifespans.
I will not die. I have a Healing Factor
that gives me Infinite Lifespan.
I wasn't just a man with tricks anymore. I was something beyond that.
I was a fucking god.
I didn't hesitate.
PURCHASE.
The moment I confirmed it, knowledge flooded my mind like a tsunami. The knowledge about how to use my ability, how to give my lifespan to others, and how I could heal them, etc.
The integration was seamless. Limit Breaker devoured the new power, fusing it into my soul like it had always been there. No pain. No resistance. Just pure, unbridled power settling into my bones.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the weight of eternity in my grasp.
Agatha whimpered beneath me, her pussy still clenching around my fingers, her body aching for more.
I looked down at her, my grin turning feral.
"You're about to get the best treatment of your life, Agatha."
Because I wasn't just a healer anymore.
I was a god.
And gods play with their toys.
I closed the system interface and focused on pregnant beauty. I flicked my finger inside her pussy.. Agatha moaned, " Aaaahh.... what are you doing...?"
I said "I am making a way for the baby... so that he can come out easily.. If your pussy is too tight... it might be difficult for the child to move out."
Now, I don't have to worry about hurting Agatha or even the child. With Eternal Vitality, I am a GOD now.
Her answer was a pitiful, low whimper, and her hips were shaking with my hand. I could feel her juices coating my fingers, her arousal thick and rich. When I inserted my fingers inside her, touching that very sensitive point, she screamed, her spine going up, her chest gasping for air.
"AAaahh... Uhhh...," she breathed. "Is it so...?"
I slowly nodded, my voice barely above a whisper and very purposeful. "We have to make you ready—stretch you slowly—so the baby can come out effortlessly when it is time." My fingertips were moving along the air between us, as if we were performing the very deed.
Agatha's breath was ragged as she bit down on her lower lip with such force that it almost went white. A shiver coursed through her, her chest rising with uneven sobs. "Then... what are we going to do?" Her voice, grating with fear and something more sinister, was caught midway.
I looked down at her tits—plump, heavy, the nipples shining with the new milk. I pulled my fingers out of her in a very deliberate, slow motion; the slick noise was very loud in the silence. Her flavor lingered on my tongue, which I wiped off with my tongue, inhaling the scent of her passion.
"No—don't!" She turned away, wrung her hands in a feeble rage, her hips gave her away, and with a restless move. "It is... filthy."
I laughed and used my thumb to flick her clit. The movement made a wave through her - then further, into the tight arch of her stomach.
A sudden, sharp thump pressed against her skin from within, the child stirring as if in response. The bump rolled beneath my palm like a wave.
"What do you know, little mother?" I murmured, my breath warm against her thigh. "I'm tasting your body's truth—checking if the baby's health." My tongue darted out again, teasing the proof from her flesh.
Agatha gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. "When you—when you touched me there... it moved!" Wonder and alarm tangled in her voice.
I smirked, pressing my ear to the swell of her belly. The faint, muffled kick thudded against my cheek. "Of course it did." My voice dropped to a rumble. "It's happy. It knows its mother is being cared for."
Agatha's face turned bright as a day with no clouds, her large and swollen lips opening with a sigh, a breathless and motherly smile on her face. Her hand, full of her belly, the baby she was having moving inside her, a little, persistent thump-thump against her palm.
"R-really?!" she said, voice trembling with hope, her big, doe-like eyes looking mine for confirmation. "Is my baby... is my little one happy inside me?"
I made a slow, wolfy smile, that is the one a wolf gives a lamb just before it sinks its teeth in. "Very happy," I said. Then, my eye went down, staying on the still shining and swollen opening between her legs, her vagina lips puffy and wanting to be taken care of.
"But..." I trailed off, my fingers already itching to ruin her. "We do need to loosen you up a bit more. For the delivery."
Agatha blinked, her cheeks flushing pink, her voice so innocently confused it made my cock twitch. "H-how...?"
I didn't waste words.
I acted.
My hands crushed against her breasts, palms wrapping around the large, milk-packed mounds, my fingers clawing into the tender flesh. She breathed out sharply, her spine curving as my thumbs located her stiff, erect nipples—rough like my fucking thumbs, deep brown and shining with new milk.
I jerked her, and a jet of lukewarm, milky fluid came out of the small hole that my fingers were separating, flowing down her ribs to her belly.
+200 Pervert Points (100 Pervert Points per breast)
"Aaaah-! N-no, it-! Hnnngh! It hurts...!" Agatha sobbed, her fingers digging into the furs under her, her thighs shaking as she tried to move away.
Nevertheless, she did not really resist. Oh no. Her pussy tightened, another release of desire staining her back, her breath labored in sharp, short puffs.
"You must endure it," I said, my voice low and biting. "It's for the baby." My thumbs caressed her nipples, twisting just enough to elicit a yell from her, her breasts vibrating with the movement as she ran wild. "Gotta make sure you're prepared for the birth, huh?"
Her big, teary eyes stared at mine, and she bit her full lower lip as she nodded, her crotch pumping. "Y-yes..." she exhaled, choking up. "F-for the baby..."
Good fucking girl.
I tugged her nipples, stretching them, watching as fresh beads of milk welled at the tips, thick and creamy. Then I pinched—hard.
+400 Pervert Points (200 Pervert Points per nipple)
Agatha shrieked, her back bowing off the furs as a jet of warm milk exploded from her left tit, splattering across my face, dripping down my chin, the sweet, musky scent filling the air. "AAAAAH—! P-please, it's too much—!"
I didn't wipe it away.
I licked.
My tongue swirling in the milk on my lips, tasting her - sweet, creamy, and with a trace of salt. Goddamn It! It was ambrosia. My cock twitched, pre-cum soaking the inner side of my leaf skirt, the material sticking to my suffering cock as if it were a second skin.
Agatha was groaning, her chest heaving, and her panting was ragged and desperate, her thighs quivering, and her pussy glistening. But I had not yet finished with her.
"Mmm..." I murmured, my voice a low, satisfied growl. "Tasty." My hands freed her boobs, and they ached and were red from the scratching, milk still flowing from her skin. Then with my fingers, I traced down her stomach, seeing her shiver as her skin reacted to my touch.
"Now..." I said, my cock involuntarily moving at the thought of the next. "I will suck your nipples."
I moved closer, my breath scorching her ear. "To find out... if your milk is ready for the baby."
Agatha whimpered, her fingers clenching the furs. "Y-yes..." she breathed, her voice small, innocent—like she wasn't dripping for me. "P-please... be gentle..."
I chuckled, low and dark.
"I will be," I lied.
After that, I changed my position, my massive cock—thick with visible veins, oozing—touching her smooth, round, pregnant stomach, and my silhouette was covering hers. As she gasped and caught my shoulders with her nails, the tip of my cock grazed her navel, even though I was wearing the leaf skirt, it was not hiding it...
Agatha's attention was not drawn to my cock yet.
+50 Pervert Points (Navel)
"Aaaah—!" Her voice was high, needy, her hips twitching like she wanted to grind against me. "I-it tickles—!"
I grinned, my cock throbbing as I felt it—the tiny, firm kick from inside her womb, the baby pushing against my cock like it was warning me.
"Mmm..." I murmured, pushing in just a bit more with my fingers, allowing the little one to feel me. It's alright, little one. My fingers went up to her uncomfortable, swollen nipple, my thumb skimming across the thick, erect bud. Your mother will be my little slut...
I pinched, her scream making me hear as her back arched when another spurt of milk was released, wetting my fingers. Always cock hungry... My other hand went down, two fingers pressing against her wet cunt lips, feeling how tight she was, how restrained. Always begging for my cock...
Agatha shouted, her legs going further, her vagina contracting around the air, her milk coming out, her breath coming in short, wet pants. "P-please..." she sobbed, her voice broken, her eyes begging. "I-I can't -! It's too much - !"
I licked my lips, my cock throbbing against her stomach, pre-cum flowing down her skin.
"Oh, darling..." I said, my mouth moving to her nipple, my tongue flicking to the great, sensitive bud. "We're just getting started."
Then I latched on.
My lips were pressed against her nipple, my tongue circling the thick, erect bud, then I sucked hard. Agatha's spine curved away from the furs, her nails digging into my shoulders as an agonized, urgent scream she shouted.
"AAAAH—! N-NOT SO—! HNNNGH—!"
I didn't even think about stopping.
My fingers slid up and snagged her wrists, pinning them right above her head. She shivered—just a little, but enough that her underarm was all bare and on display. That patch of skin, warm and slick, a few damp curls catching the light. The smell hit me, sharp and messy—her, raw and wild, tangled up with something electric that made my brain short-circuit for a second.
Then Agatha made this tiny sound—sort of a whimper, sort of a sigh, all tangled up. "Hmmm..." Barely a whisper. Her voice shook, her eyes locked on mine, huge and shining. "W-what are you doing...? Hmmm..." She looked like she'd just run a marathon and seen a ghost, all at once—wrecked and gorgeous and absolutely killing me.
With a wet pop, I let go of her nipple, milk trickling down her breast, her skin shining. My hand slowly traversed her neck—not a hold, just a confirmation of the possession—my thumb lightly touching her rapid pulse.