Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

While Mithras and his priestess got frisky, a troop of busybodies set out, determined to ruin the night. Students, staff, and a variety of academy members—about 300 academic busybodies in total, including two tenured professors, appeared in the group—all rushing towards Mithras' mansion.

And as they neared their target, the 300 split into smaller squads, their shadows blitzing through the night as they sneaked into Mithras' estate!

In that instant, sanguine mist billowed from the 300's pores, and their appearances underwent astonishing changes, becoming that…of 300 Blood Nobles! All wore the same sanguine toga embroidered with a sun-eating fish:

Sucuria's emblem!

But barely had the invaders broken up across Mithras' estate that their heads started rolling, cleanly taken off…by the Brothers of Mithras—well, the sisters in this case. They didn't even have time to realize they'd been exposed. The sisters' claws ripped through them at hypersonic speed, tearing them to shreds!

42 managed to slip through the cracks, their shadows passing through walls on their way up! But halfway through, a group of five demonesses from the Paradise of Malice blocked their path, ripping them asunder!

One remained! But as the desperado hurled himself at the rooftop's entrance door, a slender, lustrous hand grabbed his skull, stopping him without a sound.

"Shush…this has been a long time coming. Don't disturb them…or you will make me angry," the shadowy figure said, their mesmerizing cyan eyes shimmering in the dark, and revealing the slit pupils of the dragon race.

Bone-chilling rays flashed in the dragoness' eyes, and she squeezed a little—crushing the Blood Noble into powdered debris.

"Mhm…sending 300 brainwashed meat shields just to spoil the fun. The pettiness alone is unmatched.

That aunty of ours deserves a beating. Is she necessary…or should we just…delete her?" The dragoness asked out loud, rubbing her nose as she turned to the rooftop entrance door. There, a white-haired figure stood, their face shrouded by transcendent energies that only allowed a glance at their appearance.

The white-haired figure looked past the door, painting the R-rated scenes of Mithras X Akamana.

"Lord, why do you allow me to see you, yet refuse to acknowledge me?" The dragoness asked in a melancholic voice, vanishing the moment next.

The Lord pretended to not hear the words, focusing on their cultured painting with a smile that only the void could enjoy.

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Meanwhile, the actors didn't stay idle, stepping up their game with a standing 69. Mithras wrapped his right arm around Akamana's waist, holding her face down so her lips faced his erect cock while his left hand stayed busy, massaging Mana's eye-popping ass one moment, and teasing her cunt the next.

Never one to take a beating lying down, Akamana refused to become prey, opening her mouth wide, and wrapping her lips around the head of her cutie's meat.

Her nerves wavered here, but once Mithras' tongue got to work, flicking up and down with masterful strokes, Akamana realized that if she didn't go on the offensive fast enough, she'd soon soften into her cutie pie's plaything—an unacceptable ending! So she went on the offensive, gobbling down Mithras' cock with the appetite of a newborn and the natural talent of a tantric goddess!

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

The lewd and sloppy sounds of Akamana slurping on Mithras' meat were all over the place, resounding in Akamana's own ears and making her blush even as she bobbed on her cutie's pulsing shaft.

"Mhm…why is this 1,000-year-old maiden so good at giving head?" Mithras asked, rubbing his chin on Akamana's walls with a teasing smile before kissing her clit and sucking moans out of the Grand Priestess' stuffed throat.

A vein beat on Akamana's temple, and she slipped off Mithras' meat, shifting to a sweet, innocent look.

"I practiced on you in your sleep," Akamana clapped back, making Mithras choke on her love juice as she resumed slurping on his meat-stick—adjusting to his girth at a speed that made Mithras wonder if that mad demoness wasn't speaking facts.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

[Hidden Secret: Molested in My Sleep…unlocked!]

The System's voice rumbled in Mithras' mind, making his jaw drop as Akamana seized all the momentum, sucking and slurping, sucking and squelching with confidence and skills that seemed to increase with each move!

The pace quickened as well, rising alongside the Grand Priestess' cock-gobbling moves till she was pretty much impaling her throat on Mithras' shaft—her neck coiling like a snake tail as she drained her cutie's cock in her throat!

The moment of confusion paired with these mind-blowing sensations took Mithras over the edge, making him spurt jets of cockmilk in his professor's throat.

"Sweet…go ahead, cutie pie. Simp for me!" Akamana returned Mithras' previous words with twice the sass, for a moment getting so confident that she forgot who she was dealing with, opening wide to make sure not a drop of milk went to waste.

Nice effort, but a terrible mistake! Mithras' perfected serum went to work, causing Akamana's hyper-stimulated senses to bomb on the most potent tyrant-class Aphrodisiac in creation! Her skin flushed from head to toe, taking a bright red shade as a warm rush of pink mist oozed from her pores.

Mithras' lips curled into a bright and harmless smile, contrasting with his dominant figure as he reached for Mana's lower lips.

[Thunderclap]

The Human Aphrodisiac activated his favorite talent, sending an overpowering blast of vibrations coursing through Akamana's cunt with a simple kiss. Her eyes stretched to the limit, some of the semen still in her mouth dropping as her lips fell into an O-shape.

A fountain of love juice poured out the moment next, splashing Mithras in the face as he played with his professor at will and made her purr nonstop like a mewling puss.

"Ahh…ahhh—ahhh!" Akamana gasped and groaned, trembling in Mithras' arms as he shifted her the other way—face up, legs flailing, and her thighs supported by Mithras' arms while she hung like a butterfly on a massive tree trunk—her moist cunt getting warmer…and moistier on her lover's shaft.

"Uhm…cutie pie…how about we…slow down a little?" Realizing that for once she might have bitten more than she could chew, Akamana tried to backtrack.

"Mhm…okay."

[Thunderclap]

A man of culture, Mithras agreed with the lady's request, pushing his Thunderclap talent to the absolute limit while pressing his cock into Akamana's cunt with the slowest, gentlest thrust of his life.

The meat-stick drilled into the perverted priestess' cunt, rotating in sinuous motions, and conjuring blasts of blissful currents as it pushed its way towards Akamana's cervix. Her cunt worked for Mithras' pleasure, walls clamping on his shaft and sucking him in outright!

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

The sound of flesh clapping flesh pealed across the scene, the slowest beat of Mithras' career, yet each clap rumbled far and wide, blasting through walls of concrete and alerting the sisters of their boss' 'eroic' work!

But though Mithras honored his word, maintaining the slow-paced stuffing, Akamana was becoming a mess, her flailing legs shaking nonstop as she came again, and again, and again, and did I say again? Because yes, she did come again!

"Wait, Mithras, wait!" Akamana no longer had the strength to form complex sentenses–torn between the addictive pleasure of Mithras' meat, and the realization that if she didn't stop getting stuffed, the taste of his cock could very well become the number one thing on her mind!

"Mhm…okay!"

[Thunderclap]

[Worldbreaker]

Always eager to serve, Mithras obliged again, stopping his cock at Mana's cervix. But here, realizing that stance could be a bit uncomfortable, the chivalrous youth pulled back, dragging down to the entrance, and holding his meat there while he copied Worldbreaker with his Vanity!

Thunderclap and Worldbreaker fused into one, becoming a brand-new tyrant-class talent that overhauled Akamana's definition of pleasure.

Mithras would name it…Worldshaker!

"Cutie pie…I submit! I submit! Please have mercy!" Akamana's eyes rolled back, her tongue hanging loose as she submitted at last, begging Mithras dearest for mercy.

The words were like music to Mithras' ears, an honest smile on his lips as he leaned in, dispelling his new talent and stroking Mana's cheeks with a gentle touch. The Grand Priestess' heart rate sped up, and she avoided Mithras' eyes, the shyness clear on her face as she nibbled on her lower lip.

Mana's cunt clenched a little, and Mithras resumed stuffing here, taking his professor to pounding heaven with loud, clapping thrusts!

The two went at it for hours with no break or rest, becoming a pair of rutting rabbits as they mated on the rooftop—unaware that behind that door, the Lord held a brush—engraving each moment on a canvas of steel and iron shades.