Then, Ren smoothly lay down on the ground, cooperating with Ayn to let him easily peel off her leather pants and strip away those panties that were already soaked through. After removing the panties, Ayn was like a junkie, yanking Ren's panties to his nose and taking a deep, greedy sniff—that soul-melting musky scent rushed straight to his brain, and he even stuck out his tongue to wildly lick the sticky stains on the fabric. Tasting that salty-wet lewd fluid directly caused his cock, which had softened before, to swell rock-hard again, veins bulging and throbbing, aching like it was about to burst.
Perhaps because his cock was throbbing so fucking unbearably, Ayn wanted to roughly pry open Ren's legs, staring straight at that slutty pussy. However, at this moment, Ren was being quite uncooperative, her hands clamped tightly over her little pussy, refusing to let Ayn see. She was doing it on purpose, purely to add some fun, and her playful look heated up the air itself.
And Ayn wasn't stupid; he knew exactly why Ren was doing this. So, first he coaxed her with, "Let me see it, baby," and Ren pouted coquettishly, "No~"; Ayn begged again, "Please, pretty please, just let me take a peek," and Ren shook her head, "Nope." Then, Ayn pretended to get annoyed, forcibly prying her hands apart before gazing at the little pussy he'd been obsessing over.
It was completely smooth without a single pubic hair, the pink, tender slit slightly parted, her clit already erect and standing stiff like a swollen little pearl, and the overall shape was incredibly, incredibly beautiful, the layered folds so enticing it was like they were inviting invasion, making Ayn swallow a huge gulp of saliva, his cock twitching and dripping precum, like a ferocious dragon drooling over a delicate, adorable little white rabbit.
After seeing this sight, Ayn no longer wanted to lick that pink little pussy. The temptation of that pussy made his heart throb like a surging tide, desire driving him like a wild beast—he didn't want to lick her slutty cunt now; what he wanted was to possess this slutty cunt, completely, utterly, absolutely possess it, branding his mark on this woman, the kind of mark that could never be erased!
So, driven by that extremely intense and deadly desire, Ayn gripped his rock-hard cock and brutally thrust it into Ren's tight little pussy. He plunged all the way in, the thick, long shaft tearing through Ren's hymen along the way, blood seeping out and mixing with her lewd juices; the glans slammed hard against her cervix, forcibly prying open that layer of soft flesh and drilling straight into the depths of her womb, swelling and scorching the hot walls full.
Ren had never imagined Ayn would be this rough; the pain made her scream and moan uncontrollably, her body arching in violent spasms, tears mixing with sweat beads rolling down her cheeks, the mingled agony and pleasure tearing at her like fire scorching through her veins. That moan from Ren was like a bucket of cold water dousing Ayn, instantly snapping him back to his senses, and only then did he suddenly realize what stupid thing he'd done!
In a panic of shock, he instinctively wanted to pull out his cock, his hands trembling slightly in the chaos. But right then, Ren gasped and shouted lowly at him, "Don't pull out—it hurts!"
Hearing that, Ayn froze completely, not daring to move a muscle; he was like a schoolboy who'd done something wrong, utterly at a loss, his mind blank with nothing but guilt surging over him like a tide.
Ren lifted her eyes to glance at him; this guy's current state made her a bit angry, so she snapped in annoyance, "What are you standing there stunned for! Hurry up and come hug me! It hurts so much down there!"
Ayn did as she said in a fluster, sprawling over Ren's body and hugging her tightly, his mouth frantically muttering things like "Sorry, I didn't mean to" to beg for her forgiveness, even blurting out urgently, "If it hurts that bad, then hit me, curse me out—I won't fight back at all!" His voice carried a slight tremble, the self-blame in his heart making his chest feel stuffy and tight.
Ren could see that Ayn was genuinely afraid she'd be mad at him right now, so—so, that bit of annoyance in her heart gradually turned into a warm thread of joy, making her realize just how important she was in Ayn's heart; that feeling of being cherished melted away her displeasure like honey dissolving on her tongue.
So, Ren wasn't mad at Ayn anymore; instead, she put on a pitiful look, gazing at him with teary, misty eyes and saying softly, "But it hurts so much, really hurts..."
Hearing her say that, how could Ayn stand it? He couldn't bear it; his love for Ren made it impossible for him to just watch her enduring this pain right now. What's more, this pain was something he'd caused himself, so he gritted his teeth and roared inwardly at the system: (You fucking come out here!!! Hurry up and give me a way to fix this!!!!)
The system did appear, and first a window popped up to notify Ayn: [Congratulations on completing the hidden quest...]
Quest Name: My Woman-Fushimi Ren (Hidden)
Quest Reward: Follower Slot ×1
Ayn glanced at the window notification, then without hesitation assigned that slot to Ren. In that instant, Ren's pupils contracted sharply, her body jolting as if struck by electricity. The next second, an explosion of wild ecstasy burst from her heart—extreme wild ecstasy, the kind that tore through her soul and rushed straight to her brain!
That wild ecstasy made her unable to hold back any longer; she screamed out, "Fuck me! Fuck me! I don't hurt anymore! I want you to fuck me right now! Fuck my slutty pussy to death!"
Ayn didn't pounce on her immediately; instead, he stared at Ren like a total idiot, his face blank with confusion, thinking he'd fucking misheard.
Seeing that this dumbass still didn't get it, Ren's anger shot straight up like a rocket, and in a flush of embarrassed fury, she flipped herself up and over, slamming him down to the ground in one swift move, straddling his waist as her hands pinned down his chest, grinding up and down wildly like a bitch in heat. That thick, long cock was clenched tight inside her slutty pussy, every thrust splashing out sticky lewd juices, the pleasure making her wail lewdly herself, her tits jiggling in the most obscene way.
It took a dozen seconds or so before Ayn suddenly snapped to it, realizing why Ren's attitude had shifted so drastically—because in that very moment, she'd gained the system! And with the system's help, she'd instantly mastered all its rules and functions, figuring out in the blink of an eye exactly what the hell this "system" thing really was. And after understanding it all, she was thrilled to death, thrilled beyond measure—that joy burned like a volcanic eruption through every nerve in her body, excitement heating her whole form until it scorched.
So, she had to vent, had to wildly vent this unstoppable joy and agitation! So, right now, she fucking just wanted to be fucked raw, fucked through! And only by the man named "Ayn" in front of her! She decided that if any other guy dared touch her with so much as a finger from now on, she'd kill their whole family. She would be absolutely loyal to Ayn—only like this, only this way, could she ensure her place in Ayn's heart would never waver.
Of course, Ayn had no idea that Ren was thinking about "absolute loyalty" in her heart; he just felt that after gaining the system, Ren was thrilled to death, excited to the point of madness. Realizing this, Ayn's mind exploded with a buzz, and he knew exactly what he needed to do—fuck her hard, fuck her straight to heaven, fuck her down to hell!
So, he suddenly flipped over and up, pinning Ren down hard to the ground again, roughly prying apart those pair of pale, tender thighs, his hands wrapping tight around her slim waist as he thrust in like a rabid dog, his cock slamming ruthlessly into that wet-hot slutty pussy over and over, the glans crashing straight against her womb walls, his balls slapping against Ren's ass with every pounding beat, the lewd fucking sounds mixing with Ren's obscene screams, enough to make anyone's blood boil with raw lust.
Ren wildly met Ayn's pounding, her ass lifting high to crash against his hips, wailing lewdly, "Deeper! Fuck me through!", even as that thick, long cock rammed into the depths of her womb time after time, the swelling ache hitting like tearing agony—she didn't feel the slightest pain! That pain hadn't vanished; it was just drowned out completely by how fucking thrilled she was, how fucking excited, utterly submerged in that wild ecstasy—what the hell was a little pain compared to that!
Right now, all she wanted was to be fucked until her soul scattered to the winds, fucked into wave after wave of orgasms, that burning desire turning to ecstasy making tears stream from her eyes as she clawed his back, leaving bloody scratches, begging, "Don't stop... fuck me... fuck this worthless pussy of mine forever!"
How the fuck could Ayn hold back listening to that filthy talk? So, he fucked Ren's slutty pussy even harder, that thick, long cock stabbing ruthlessly into those wet-hot meat walls thrust after thrust, splashing lewd juices everywhere. While pounding away madly, his big hands gripped those full, plump tits, the soft, bouncy breast flesh spilling over from between his fingers, occasionally dipping his head to lick and tease those stiff nipples, his tongue tip curling around to suck the sweet, sticky milk, the squelching wet sounds making her nipple tips quiver wildly.
Maybe some guys loved slapping a woman's tits during sex, whipping them red and swollen to make her scream, but Ayn didn't have that kink—he loved these slutty tits too much, couldn't bear to hurt them even a little, that gentle possessiveness making his cock swell even harder.
At the same time, Ren's legs clamped dead tight around Ayn's waist, her inner thigh muscles tensing and trembling like two hot snakes coiling around him without letting go. Under that extreme excitement and stimulation, her little pussy underwent a subtle change invisible to the naked eye, its outer shape becoming even more enticing, the pink, tender labia swelling and parting like a blooming lewd flower; inside, the muscles driven by transcendent power transformed into a slutty pussy vortex, an utterly depraved whirlpool.
This whirlpool was like a tight little mouth, clamping down hard on Ayn's cock, matching every one of his fierce thrusts, the layered folds writhing and sucking at his cum and precum, milking the shaft until it pulsed nonstop, the bliss drilling straight into his balls. That soul-melting tight squeeze had Ayn sucking in a sharp gasp of pleasure, his very soul flying out of him as he couldn't help but pant roughly and roar at Ren, "Your inside is so tight, so slutty, squeezing my cock like fucking heaven!"
And how did Ren respond? She didn't even hear Ayn's words at all, just wailing and roaring back, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder—it's so sore but feels so fucking good, I'm dying!"
Just like that, these two were insanely excited, unleashing their most primal beastly urges without any restraint. In this state, orgasm came as naturally as breathing—less than ten minutes in, Ayn couldn't hold back anymore, his cock buried deep in the slutty pussy twitching hard as scorching semen blasted straight against the womb walls, filling Ren's lower belly until it swelled slightly; and she squirted too, her lewd juices gushing out like a fountain from the meat slit, arcing to splash wet across his abdomen.
Afterward, the two clung tightly to each other, trembling as they savored the afterglow of their climax, chests pressed chest to chest, their heartbeats resonating like thunder. But to be honest, this orgasm wasn't nearly as soul-melting as the previous one, because it had been too rough—there hadn't been enough foreplay at all. The woman was just purely venting the wild ecstasy in her heart, while the man was simply going along with her demands; the two of them were just purely releasing, nothing more.
Yet even though the climax wasn't all that satisfying, their hearts were filled with extreme joy, a kind of soul-piercing delight they'd never tasted in their lives—especially Ren, who even after being fucked to orgasm by Ayn's thick cock, had her slutty pussy still spasming and clamping down on that cock, refusing to let go. Even now, with Ayn's cock still buried inside her, the excitement in her heart burned fiercely, making her crave another brutal round from him.
However, she knew this wasn't the time for more sex; she worried that if they kept going, someone might pass by, or a zombie could suddenly barge in. So, Ren forced herself to hold back the excitement and pleasure surging inside her, leaning close to Ayn's ear and whispering softly, "How about I be your sex slave from now on?"
Ayn wasn't brainless. So, he let out an awkward laugh: "Don't say it like that... This kind of thing is just a joke at most; I don't have those ideas. If it weren't for my luck and the system choosing me, I'd be nothing—a total nobody, not worthy of you."
Ren wasn't happy with Ayn saying that; she shot back, "Even if you're a nobody, you're my nobody! My exclusive cock!"
Hearing that, Ayn burst out laughing: "Yours, yours—all yours!"
Ren was overjoyed and utterly sweet at those words, a warm current welling up from the bottom of her heart, making her eyes glisten with moisture... It was precisely under this sweetness and joy that she couldn't help but say, "I want to change my name... I don't want to be called Fushimi Ren anymore..."
Ayn knew why Ren was saying this—because she was so overjoyed that she wanted to cut ties with her past life entirely, to belong solely to him from here on out. Ayn didn't agree right away; he said gently, "There's no need for that, is there? Fushimi Ren is such a nice name."
Ren shot back without hesitation: "I want to change it! I hate the name Fushimi Ren! I want to become your bitch!"
Seeing Ren's emotions running a bit high, Ayn immediately soothed her: "Alright, alright, I'll go with what you want—you call yourself whatever you like. Baby, tell me."
Ren thought for a moment, biting her lip with a smile: "Then from now on, I'll be Aya! Your Aya, the slut who belongs only to you."
Ayn nodded helplessly, unable to resist leaning down to kiss her forehead: "Alright, alright, whatever makes you happy."
And just like that, there was no more Fushimi Ren in the world—only one more woman named Aya...