Novel & Cerita Pink Corruption

Her lashes lifted, slow, heavy, and then she blinked once. Corantin. The name itself felt dirty. It was an illegal substance that had been banned in this pack for years, outlawed for good reason. It was an interrogation tool meant to crack open the mind and leave it raw. Everyone had their limits to what they could tolerate before they broke. Corantin helped to accomplish that goal because of the amount of pain it caused. Someone had smuggled it into this pack, and then it was used on her. Each person involved would be held accountable. No way in fuck was I letting this go.

I leaned against the back of the soaked leather couch, my legs barely holding me up. Thick rivers of Marcus's cum poured endlessly from my swollen, gaping pussy and ran down my thighs all the way to my heels. My office was a complete disaster. The floor was wet with puddles of squirt and cum, the couch cushions were ruined, and papers were scattered everywhere. My blouse hung open, my breasts red and marked, and my pencil skirt was nothing more than a bunched-up belt around my waist.

They’re terrible at many things, but lying isn’t one of them. I sigh. “I always suspected Pink Scarlet.” Kiara snorts. “Of course you did.” Pink Scarlet. Poor girl. Life hadn’t been generous to her — a large black mole on her hairy chin, mousy-brown locks like a dirty wet mop, and she was big … huge as an ox — and for reasons known only to the universe, she hated me on sight. “Could be,” I say. “I still can’t believe she had a prom date,” I mutter. “And got laid. Twice.”

Since I had always been a sex addict, I made sure my sex toy was always in my bag just in case I needed it. As I stared at the pink dildo in my grip, I scanned the living room to make sure Phil wasn’t around. Once I was certain he was gone, I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled my trouser half way down and then I turned on the dildo and slipped it into my mouth, letting my saliva coat the toy. With a mischievous smile on my lips, I slowly pulled the dildo away from my mouth, my saliva trailing down from it. The cool wetness sent a teasing yet pleasurable sensation through me until the toy eventually reached my pussy.

And the darker the sin, the sweeter the taste. I wanted to corrupt her. That was my kink. I didn't just want to fuck her; I wanted to ruin her for anyone else. I wanted to be the reason she couldn't look at a normal man without being bored. I wanted to drag her down into the mud with me, just this once.

“Look at what a perfect little whore you’ve become on your wedding night.” I did look. My makeup was ruined, mascara streaked down my cheeks. My tits bounced with every thrust. Cum from earlier rounds still glistened on my skin. And between the three of them, I looked… Ruined,Alive. The pleasure built fast and vicious. I came hard around their cocks, moaning around Alaric’s shaft as my body shook. They didn’t stop. They kept rotating, switching holes with filthy ease, whispering the dirtiest things against my ear.

Pink, who was harassing the beastmen on the ship after unintentionally sinking the first ship by summoning the flower tornado out of excitement, shook her head. “So anti-climatic.” She puffed. Watching her partner end everything quickly, gave a bitter taste in her mouth. The flowers already filled the entire ship. The sensitive beastmen had to cover their noses with haggard expressions and labored breaths. The flowers looked harmless, but the potent smell of the flowers gradually messed up their minds and gave them a massive headache. “Yes, this is what I expect it to be. Suffocating. Painful death. Hah~ I love it. Too damn much. Fu fu fu. Suffer, suffer. Especially when sensitive bastards l

Corrupt men who use women as playthings. Rose had heard of a famous client who was called the pig because he always wore a pig mask and gave the women here hell. She had been lucky enough to see the violent marks on the body of a woman who had suffered all night with him... It was disgusting to see... Of course, Tina tried to prostitute Rose because her clients were ready to offer her a large sum to have her in their bed, but Rose refused. Even though Tina made her tempting offers, she always refused.

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

And saying this, I see her appear through the door in the brightest pink; god knows why pink, but it covers her body just where it is necessary. A flush of heat shoots straight for my core, and I feel a rather uncomfortable hard-on begin to set on. The mere sight of her set my body alight. She is like a poison when I am with her, yet she is the poison that I crave. I will lose myself in her over and once more over again, especially in that fucking pink dress that she is wearing. The vixen has done this on purpose