Next Day
Unlike most mornings, where Clovis would wake up first and that lazy witch C.C. would only crawl out of bed much later, today was different.
This time, she took the initiative.
And not just any initiative.
When his eyes blinked open, he was greeted not by the usual soft weight of her sleeping beside him, but by the warmth of her wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
Her head bobbed slowly, rhythmically, her soft lips and tongue working him with an experience and intent he never expected from her, at least, not this early.
Fuck... This wasn't a dream.
This was real.
Clovis groaned low in his throat, his body tensing as pleasure surged through him.
He knew C.C.—proud, defiant, smug to a fault would never lower herself to suck a man off unless the favorability and degeneration levels were sky-high.
And yet, here she was, deepthroating him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
How long had they been together now? It wasn't even like he had gone out of his way to corrupt her. She just... evolved into this wicked tease, and now she was on her knees with her mouth full of cock like she belonged there.
Clovis groaned, his hand twitching as he fought the urge to grab her head. "I'm close... I'm gonna—"
If anything, she went harder. Her head moved faster, sloppier, her tongue swirling, sucking, milking him with hungry enthusiasm.
Her green hair spilled over his thighs like silk while her cheeks hollowed from the pressure she applied.
"Shit...!"
Instinct took over. His hands shot down, gripping her head, fingers curling into her hair as he thrust deep, burying himself in her throat as he finally exploded.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot down her throat, mixing with saliva and the slight tang of morning breath.
There was a bit of piss still in the pipe, too—golden remnants mixing into the messy cocktail, and still, she didn't flinch.
She took it all.
When he finally released her, C.C. pulled her mouth off him with a quiet pop, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and then—smiled.
Not a trace of disgust on her face. Just that same playful arrogance she always wore, now even more seductive.
"It seems you're finally awake, Prince Clovis," she said, her voice smooth, dripping with smug amusement.
Then she stood up, completely naked, not even bothering to cover herself.
She turned, her bare ass swaying deliberately, and glanced over her shoulder when she saw his cock already hard again.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she giggled softly.
"Want to join me in the shower, Prince Clovis?"
Before he could answer, she was already walking away, grabbing a towel from the rack by the chamber's door, hips swaying even more provocatively, every step oozing temptation.
Fuck.
He cursed inwardly.
This naughty witch was playing with his heart and toying with his cock and now he was rock hard and aching again, left with no release.
She was going to pay for that.
He stood up without hesitation, dick throbbing, and stormed after her, determined to punish her thoroughly, to bend her over in that shower, fuck her senseless, and make sure she couldn't walk straight for the rest of the day.
Until she screamed his name, not with sarcasm or mockery, but with utter submission.
...
Pinning C.C. against the cold tiles of the shower wall, water cascading over both their bodies, steam rising as their skin clashed. His cock slammed into her relentlessly, fucking her deep, hard, and with absolutely no mercy.
Each thrust echoed with wet slaps, her pussy taking him greedily, clenching tight like it never wanted to let go.
C.C. moaned shamelessly, head thrown back, lips parted in unfiltered pleasure.
The cold water did nothing to cool the heat between them—it only made the contrast more intense, more primal.
Her hands gripped his shoulders as he pounded her deeper, seeking the warmth inside her like an addict chasing a high.
"Fuck, Clovis! Right there! Don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her voice bouncing off the walls like a hymn of lust.
He grunted, eyes locked on her face, on the pure ecstasy twisted across it.
His grip tightened on her hips, slamming into her faster, harder, like a man possessed.
Still, in the back of his mind, a dark little thought lingered:
Too bad his sister wasn't here.
If she had joined them, this would've been a fucking masterpiece. The way he imagined it—both of them moaning under him, tongues tied between his cock.
The thought alone made him twitch inside C.C., his thrusts gaining a feral edge.
But reality was never that generous.
His sister hadn't joined yet—and maybe she wouldn't.
Getting a threesome like that would take time.
After all, he didn't have that typical 'harem protagonist aura' like the majority of brain-dead MCs in webnovels. Those morons could somehow make heroines just as brain-dead as them—girls who'd accept a harem as long as the MC uttered "I love you."
Then suddenly, every girl would be fine with sharing the guy and treat each other like they were all bestie-sisters or some shit.
What the fuck were those authors smoking?
Clovis had read that garbage. Too many times. The more he read, the more pissed off he got at the sheer stupidity of it all.
These MCs could barely form a coherent thought, and yet the girls would fall over themselves to join the harem like good little idiots.
That bubbling frustration suddenly snapped into his thrusts.
His hips crashed into C.C.'s ass with brutal force, making her cry out again, body jerking with each slam.
She couldn't hold back anymore.
"Aah—ah! Clovis! Fuck—It's too good! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!!"
"Take it, witch," he growled, voice hoarse and heavy. "Take all my fucking seed!"
He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he roared and spilled deep inside her.
Hot spurts of cum filled her pussy, her entire body shaking as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out in pure, slutty bliss.
By the time he looked down at her again, she was out cold, fainted from the intensity of their shower fuck.
Clovis sighed, running a hand through his soaked hair. "Fucking hell…"
He wrapped an arm around her limp, satisfied body and carried her out of the shower, dripping wet, back to their chamber.
There'd be more later. But for now—
She'd earned her rest.