Chapter 96: How the Villainess Gets Rid of Her Ex-Boyfriend - 3
"Smack. Smack. Sluurp. Sluuurp."
Lewd sucking noises echoed through the mill.
Isolde, a woman prouder than anyone, was sucking a man’s cock.
And she was doing it devotedly, at that.
It was something John, who had once been her lover, could never have imagined.
"Sluurp. Ian, how do my lips feel? Does it feel good?"
"Not really. Is it because they’re lips that kissed another man?"
"Mmh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry these are lips that aren’t virgin lips. I’ll disinfect them with Ian’s cum, so please forgive me."
"If you want forgiveness, try a little harder."
"Okay, I’ll try harder. Smack. Smack. Slurrrrrp~"
It was happening right before John’s eyes.
‘Am I dreaming right now?’
John had always needed to watch Isolde’s mood just to kiss her.
That was because Isolde, who knew better than anyone how much her looks were worth, had never been careless with her body.
Yet now, that same Isolde was burying her face between a man’s legs and sucking his cock without any conditions.
With the lips that had kissed him.
"Oh, you’re definitely getting better and better."
"Mmmh~♥"
When Ian stroked Isolde’s hair and praised her, her ass squirmed.
She was genuinely delighted by his praise.
‘Is that really the Isolde I know?’
Isolde was a vicious, sharp-tempered woman.
She was absolutely not the sort of easy woman who would be happy over a man’s praise.
If any man had tried stroking her hair, she probably would have bitten his hand off.
But before Ian, as though she had become a gentle lamb, Isolde did not reject his touch.
On the contrary, she worked hard to earn his praise.
Seeing a side of Isolde that she had never shown him when they were lovers, John felt his pride as a man being trampled.
‘What the hell is so special about that bastard?!’
Demanding an answer, John glared at Ian.
Snicker.
Ian answered him with a smirk.
That expression seemed to say, Couldn’t even handle one woman properly, so you got your girlfriend stolen?
It seared itself into John’s mind.
Tremble, tremble.
John shook with rage, but all he could do was masturbate in time with the sounds of Isolde sucking cock.
‘Fuck, why does this feel so good?’
John was overcome with self-loathing at the sight of himself masturbating on reflex.
Someone else was enjoying the mouth of the village’s most beautiful woman, while he, once her lover, was reduced to getting himself off with his hand.
"Isolde, make your sucking noises louder for your ex-boyfriend."
"Okay♥ Sluurp. Sluurp. Slurrrrrp."
At Ian’s command, Isolde made the lewd sounds of sucking cock louder.
Aroused by those sounds, John devoted himself even more feverishly to masturbating.
What would Isolde’s mouth pussy feel like?
It had to feel good, right?
Fuck, suck my cock too!
"Sluurp. Sluuuurp! Slurrrrrp—"
Once again, vulgar cock-sucking sounds rang out.
When he closed his eyes, it felt as if Isolde were sucking his own cock.
"Ngh, I’m cumming."
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"That’s it, take it in your mouth."
As Ian spoke and gently pressed down on Isolde’s head, Isolde’s body suddenly trembled.
"Nngh!"
Spurt! Spuuurt!
Before long, the smell of a man’s cum filled the mill.
"Slurrrrrrp."
"That’s right. You need to disinfect your lips with cum."
"Yeah, thank you for cumming in my mouth♥"
Ian came in Isolde’s mouth.
"Hah... fuck."
Meanwhile, John came onto his hand and into the air.
The contrast made John collapse where he stood.
"Pfft, Ian, look at that."
Isolde spoke, pointing at John’s cock with her hand.
"Is he seriously calling that a cock? It isn’t even half the size of Ian’s. Look at how much he came, too."
Then she gave John a mocking smile, the sort of smile peculiar to a little devil.
"Is that all you can do, dribble like that? And onto the floor, too? Pfft!"
Her words inflicted indescribable humiliation on John.
Rage surged through him until his face turned dark red, but Ian stood in front of Isolde, blocking him from doing anything.
"As you can see, she has become my concubine, so I hope you’ll stop clinging to my woman, John."
Ian said this as he pressed a hand down on John’s shoulder.
"Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t care who Isolde married in the first place?"
"..."
At Ian’s words, John tried to leave the mill.
There would be nothing left for him here but humiliation.
Rustle.
At least, until Isolde began taking off her clothes.
"What are you looking at, you limp-dicked cripple with a tiny cock?"
Isolde shielded her naked body behind Ian’s and flipped John off.
"Ian and I are going to have impregnation sex now, so get the hell out already."
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‘Hah... I guess I really have no eye for men. Why did I ever date a man like that?’
Isolde was beginning to regret the days she had spent dating John.
It had nothing to do with learning about love through Isabelle, or learning John’s true nature through Ian.
‘He masturbated to the sounds of me sucking cock?’
John was simply pathetic as a man.
This was not a matter of love or capability or anything of the sort.
‘Ugh, that’s fucking disgusting.’
It was a primal contempt—a female instinctively recoiling from an inferior male.
Isolde felt the anxiety that she might be impregnated with inferior genes whenever she looked at John, her ex-boyfriend.
‘Shouldn’t a man at least put up some resistance?’
John’s handsome face had been one reason Isolde dated him, but the biggest reason had been his ability.
She believed that just as looks mattered most for women, ability mattered more than anything for men.
Isolde had believed John was the best choice.
But the reality?
He had no ability whatsoever, and the only thing he knew how to do was gang up with other trash to bully the weak.
And though he put on a bold front before a woman like Isolde just because he was a man, he could not even utter a peep before a man better than himself.
‘No wonder he got his girlfriend stolen.’
On the other hand, what about Ian?
Even before someone clearly stronger than himself, he never cowered.
Rather, he used every means available to make even such a person his own—or, if they were an enemy, he dealt with them thoroughly.
He was a male among males, to the point that comparing John to him was an insult.
If Ian had not been there, she would have had to bear the child of an inferior man like that.
‘Ugh, even imagining it makes me sick.’
At the thought of being impregnated with inferior genes, Isolde shuddered violently.
Before long, that disgust turned to anger.
"Ian and I are going to have impregnation sex now, so get the hell out already."
Held in Ian’s arms, Isolde flipped John off.
She did not want anything more to do with John.
All she wanted was to become pregnant with Ian’s child as quickly as possible and protect her eggs from inferior sperm.
‘For the rest of my life, I’ll be impregnated with Ian’s sperm.’
Isolde was utterly faithful to her instincts.
Perhaps because she had struggled through neglect and poverty as a child, she could not bear deprivation.
That was why she preferred handsome men to ugly ones, and capable males to incapable ones.
And Isolde did not think there was anything wrong with that.
Rather, she accepted it as the natural order of things.
‘This must be my true nature.’
Of course, she knew that, as with her younger sister Isabelle, love that transcended instinct was more important than anything.
But at the same time, Isolde knew better than anyone that she could never be Isabelle.
She could never beat Isabelle when it came to love, anyway. So she chose to remain faithful to her instincts.
‘It doesn’t matter. Ian loves me just as I am.’
The cock pressing against her lower belly proved it.
It proved whose female she was.
‘I want him to hurry up and ram this cock into my pussy.’
Unlike Isolde’s feelings, Ian spoke to John before having sex.
"Are you planning to watch until the end?"
John showed no sign of leaving the mill.
Seeing him like that, Isolde sneered at him inwardly.
It was laughable that he was still obsessing over her just because he had once been her boyfriend.
"Watch if you want to watch."
"What?"
"Isolde, you’re okay with that?"
"If Ian likes it, I’m okay with it."
She did not like the idea of another man besides Ian seeing her naked body, but for Ian’s sake, she could endure that much discomfort.
Besides, today was the day she would settle her past misdeeds.
The day she would free herself from the inferior male named John and swear to become the female of the superior male named Ian.
‘Look at him sitting there because he likes it.’
Straddling Ian, Isolde glanced at John, who was masturbating with a cock that had not even gotten hard.
Isolde had thought John would leave at Ian’s provocation.
At the very least, any male should have left in anger at a situation like this.
But John could not restrain his lust and was masturbating as he watched her naked body.
‘Wow, that’s fucking pathetic.’
Seeing him so pitifully unable to control even his own sexual desire, Isolde lost every last shred of affection she had for him.
Now, she did not even want to look at him.
"Isolde, I’m putting it in."
"Aah~ Hurry and put it in."
"Ngh, fuck! Fuck!"
The more intense Ian and Isolde’s sex became, the busier John’s hand moved.
‘He’s probably imagining himself fucking me in his head, isn’t he?’
Without needing to pry open John’s mind, Isolde could clearly tell what he was thinking.
John, who had lost his reason for nothing more than a momentary pleasure, was inferior beyond measure.
"Ngh!"
They had barely started, yet John came into the air once again.
Thinner cum than before soiled the floor of the mill.
"Pfft."
At that sight, Isolde could not hold back her laughter.
At the same time, something inside John crumbled.
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