Ophelia had truly become a monster of lust beneath me. Her body was now merely a vessel for forced, recreated, and wild pleasure. Each of my thrusts was more than just ordinary penetration—her pussy, transformed and cursed by the Hymen Pill, responded like a perfectly played instrument.

Every time I pushed in, the warm, flexible walls of her pussy adjusted, gripping, then massaging my shaft from base to tip as I pulled out.

The inner folds shifted, pressing against the sensitive spots on my cock with precision. It felt as if her cunt had an intelligence of its own—an intelligence wholly devoted to providing maximum pleasure to my dick.

I felt the head of my cock rubbing against her deep G-spot, and every touch triggered subtle convulsions throughout her body, which in turn made her grip even tighter and more exquisite.

"Ahh... damn, this is too good," I growled between heavy breaths. I forced myself to pull out, feeling her sticky, sucking pussy desperately clinging, as if refusing to let go.

Ophelia groaned at the loss. "Ugh—! Don't!"

"I'm not finished with you," I said, my voice hoarse. "On your knees before me. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you whore!"

Like an obedient dog, she moved from the table, then knelt before me. Her hands braced against the desk, her back arched, and she tilted her head back, her red mouth wide open, her pink tongue sticking out, waiting. Saliva and traces of my earlier cum still lingered at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, still under the lingering influence of Mind Control, looked up at me with a terrifying, blind devotion.

I stepped forward, grabbing her already messy red hair. With a rough motion, I guided her head towards my crotch.

"This is for you, whore. Swallow it all."

I thrust my still erect, throbbing cock directly into her open mouth, past her tongue, sliding ruthlessly down her throat.

GLAK! GLAK! GLAK!

I fucked her throat roughly and fast, giving her no time to breathe. My hand gripped her hair tightly, setting the rhythm.

I could see the distinct bulge of my cock moving in her slender neck. She choked, tears streaming, but she didn't fight. Her body just rocked with each thrust.

"Now!" I groaned, reaching my climax.

My hot semen shot directly into her deep throat. I remained buried there, feeling the spasms in her throat as she was forced to swallow spurt after spurt. I emptied everything, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

After the last shot, I let my shaft stay buried in her mouth for a few moments, savoring the final sensation of this domination.

'Here it is,' I thought with profound satisfaction. My plan is to make her mouth addicted to the taste of my cum, and her pussy to the size and shape of my cock.

But she will forget all of this. She will wake with a strangely pleasurable taste in her mouth and a burning heat between her legs, without knowing the cause.

Let her thirsty body scream without knowing what it craves. Her hot pussy and mouth will surely ache, needing something her husband, or anyone else, cannot provide. Only I can, but she doesn't know that. So, what will she do? I smiled cynically, thinking of her coming suffering.

I slowly pulled out. My cock left her mouth with a wet 'plop'. Ophelia sat back on her heels, gasping for breath, cum and drool dripping from the corners of her swollen lips.

I glanced at the system notification. Remaining [Mind Control] time: [03:47...].

"Quickly," I ordered, my voice already calm again even though my body was still full of unsated energy. "Clean yourself up. Fix your clothes. Wipe this desk. You're a mess."

I gave her the [Ring of Self-Control].

"Put this on, now."

She put it on, and slowly, the wild light of lust in her eyes faded. She stood up, wiping the desk with tissues, cleaning the fluids and blood stains left behind. She cleaned her pussy, then put her panties and skirt back on, straightened her blouse, and tied back her partially loose hair.

Within minutes, she looked like the perfect Headmistress again, except for her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. But even that faded quickly, thanks to the Elixir of Bliss.

Meanwhile, my little brother down below was far from satisfied. Still erect, throbbing, and hungry. But I had to be patient. For a more satisfying result later, when a fully conscious Ophelia would come to me herself, begging without knowing why. Plus, at home, I had three women who would gladly be used to satisfy this remaining need.

After everything was tidy, I took the ring back from her finger. I returned to sit in the chair opposite her, arranging myself to look relaxed.

"Sit. In your chair. Forget everything!"

She obediently sat in her headmistress's chair, her posture straight as before.

The [Mind Control] time expired.

Ophelia blinked. The vacant expression on her face melted, replaced by returning awareness. Her deep red eyes blinked several times. Her hand moved to touch her forehead briefly.

"What... something feels strange," she thought.

Her mouth felt... odd. Pleasant. There was a lingering, strange, enjoyable taste on her tongue. And between her thighs... it felt warm. A vague, strange sensation, like she'd lost something or just experienced something intense, but her memory was blank. Thanks to the [Elixir of Bliss] healing physical wounds quickly, there was no clear pain, just a sensation of heat and... a strange emptiness.

She shook her head, as if to dispel the feeling, then looked at me. Her expression returned to its cold, arrogant state, though confusion still lurked beneath.

"If there's nothing else, Headmistress, I'll take my leave," I said, standing.

Ophelia glanced at me, then nodded. "Very well. Don't forget about the tournament next week. Prepare yourself."

"I will," I replied, turning away.

She nodded, but her eyes weren't fully focused on me. One of her hands unconsciously moved to the base of her neck, lightly stroking it. Her tongue licked her still slightly swollen lower lip, and for a split second, there was a flash of confusion in her eyes. It felt strange... good.

As I turned and walked towards the door, I could feel her gaze on my back. I imagined what was happening in her head. Would she connect what just happened to her with me? I could only guess.

As my hand touched the doorknob, I heard a soft sigh from her, followed by the sound of her chair shifting. Perhaps she was trying to rub her hot, needy pussy beneath her skirt.

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That afternoon, the sky above Gatehaven's business district turned blue with a copper tint as dusk approached. Yet the beauty of the sunset faded instantly with the appearance of a figure far more captivating and far more lethal.

High above the city, a woman hovered in the air. Delilah, the Star Witch. Her golden hair was swept by fierce high-altitude winds, forming a living aurora that shimmered behind her. She wore a simple long dress that only further emphasized the perfection of her figure. Her deep golden eyes radiated a cold light as they fixed on a modern office building standing directly before her.

She raised one hand with graceful composure, as if offering something to the heavens. Above the target building's rooftop, the air began to tremble and glow. Golden light, identical to the hue of her eyes, gathered from countless luminous particles, condensing into a colossal silhouette.

Within seconds, an enormous spear of light took form. Its length reached nearly a third of the building's height, slowly rotating above the rooftop while radiating pure energy that made the fine hairs on anyone's arms stand on end.

Below, chaos erupted. People poured out of the building like panicked ants, screams and cries tearing through the air. All eyes were drawn upward in horror as they stared at the looming threat poised to erase their workplace from existence.

When certainty finally settled in her gaze, when no human life remained inside, she lowered her raised hand with a simple motion, like severing an invisible thread.

The massive spear of light stopped spinning. For a brief moment, it seemed to hang in midair, defying gravity itself.

Then it fell, streaking downward like a meteor. The spear's tip struck the rooftop with a sound closer to shattering glass than crushing concrete.

BOOOOOM!

The spear pierced through floor after floor without resistance. Windows across the building exploded outward, raining deadly shards of crystal. Steel structures groaned and twisted. Concrete disintegrated into dust and rubble.

The once-majestic building collapsed inward, consumed by blazing destruction from within, annihilated from rooftop to foundation by a single strike.

Before the debris could spread, Delilah raised her hand once more. A yellowish dome of light emerged, enveloping the collapsing structure entirely. From the outside, all that could be seen was the shadow of the massive building folding in on itself, with dust and rubble trapped safely within the protective barrier.

As the dust within the dome slowly settled, leaving nothing but a mountain of ruins behind, Delilah casually clenched her right hand. The colossal spear of light still embedded in the wreckage flared once, then dissolved into scattered particles of light. The protective dome shrank away and vanished, leaving only silence in its wake.

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