With another surge of heat, Sophia once again collapsed, her strength completely drained.

Her body had been filled with hot semen countless times. Each time she was filled, the contents would leak out during their frantic movements, only to be refilled, leak out again, and be refilled once more... The cycle repeated so many times she had lost count.

Sophia only knew that every inch of her body was now tainted by the young man's mark.

She belonged to him now...

Even after collapsing, she continued to press her tongue against his, unable to stop.

"Student... please... let me go," Sophia pleaded desperately.

"But Chairman, it's not that I won't let you go. It's just... you're the one who keeps moving," Roland pointed out, noting that their position had long since shifted from one on top of the other to a close embrace.

Throughout their encounter, it was Sophia who had been clinging to him tightly, moving wildly. He had merely been responding to her movements.

"I know... I know it's all my fault. I was too reckless, too wanton. It's because I'm such a slut that I can't bear to leave you on my own. Please, help me. Push me away. I beg you, let me go. I won't pursue this matter. Just let me go, and we can pretend none of this ever happened."

Sophia was so exhausted she could barely speak without gasping for breath, yet her body still burned with desire, still craved more. She knew that without Roland's consent, she would never be able to escape his grasp.

In this state, Sophia couldn't care less about retaliating against Roland later. All she wanted was to escape this hell as quickly as possible, to end this carnal bliss.

As for revenge, she could consider that later, once she was free.

"But Chairman, words are just words. How can I trust you won't pursue this?" Roland asked, intrigued.

Originally, Roland had planned to use Hypnosis Technique to suggest to Sophia that they had merely attended a biology class together.

But since Sophia had personally promised not to pursue the matter, Roland was willing to stop.

Of course, that depended on whether Sophia would truly keep her word.

Even if she did pursue the matter, it wouldn't matter. His Hypnosis Technique was sufficient to handle ninety-nine percent of situations.

Having a superpower truly allowed one to do as they pleased. However, this realization also made Roland understand the danger of his ability. If he didn't exercise self-control, it would likely only be a matter of time before he turned to crime.

Still, he believed he wouldn't completely go down that path. After all, he already had lot of women, and the Yukino Family lacked for nothing financially. Moreover, his own family ran a restaurant, so they weren't short on money either.

In short, Roland had virtually no motive to do wrong.

"I... I definitely won't pursue this. Please trust me," Sophia said after a long silence. She couldn't think of any way to prove her sincerity, as there was no way to demonstrate such a thing. All she could do was plead for the other party's trust.

"I understand. Thinking about it, exposing this matter would bring you no benefit either. So, I can trust you," Roland nodded, easily placing his faith in the mature woman.

"Then... then let me go. My husband has kxk Syndrome. I must rush back to see him," Sophia pleaded, sensing a glimmer of hope for escape.

"You can't possibly go back like this, can you? He already knows about your affair from the phone call. How will you face him when you return?"

"This is all your fault! Why did you have to answer that call?"

"If I hadn't answered, the ringing would have been too loud. Wouldn't that have ruined the mood between us?"

"There was no mood between us to ruin."

"Saying that while you're straddling me with that pussy and those humongous breasts? That's hardly convincing."

"Hmph, say what you want. I'm still going back to see my husband, no matter what."

"True. It might be your last chance. I heard kxk Syndrome is incurable, with a 100% mortality rate, and the disease progresses rapidly."

"And whose fault do you think that is?!"

"No, no, no. His illness has nothing to do with me, does it?"

"But if you hadn't answered the phone, would his condition have deteriorated so quickly?"

"Blaming me won't change anything. Even if I hadn't answered, the disease is still incurable."

"...Hmph." Sophia clearly had no counterargument.

After all, even though Roland had treated her terribly, her husband's illness couldn't possibly be Roland's fault.

When her husband fell ill, Roland had been enjoying her body immensely. What possible connection could there be?

"Fine," Roland said, shaking his head. "Since you insists on returning to your husband, I'll escort you myself." He abandoned any further attempts to persuade her, simply... scooped up Sophia naked body, grabbed their clothes, and strode toward the Principal's Office door.

Sophia was instantly alarmed. What was Roland planning?

Was he really going to carry her home like this, still joined together at their genitals?

Had he gone mad? If anyone saw them, both their reputations would be ruined! No she would get lots of new names and big place with iron fences if anyone's saw her at this position.

"What are you doing? Put me down! What if someone sees us?" Sophia exclaimed in panic, her body wriggling in Roland arms like a snake.

"Relax," Roland said dismissively. "It's already 9 PM. It's dark out. Who would still be at school during this period?"

"That doesn't matter! Put me down now! I can walk myself!"

"That won't do. I want to personally escort you home. Could you give me your address?"

"Why do you need my address?"

"So we can meet again in the future, of course."

"Don't even think about it! I would never give my address to someone like you!"

"Then I guess we have no choice. Since I don't know your address, we'll just have to go to my place for the night."

"You!" Sophia gritted her teeth in fury.

She finally realized she was in no position to negotiate. Her captor a student of her own school could take her anywhere he pleased.

Sh was terrified of being taken to the young man's home, locked in a dark room, and defiled forever. There her only fate would be serve him forever like an onahole for the rest of her life.

What difference would there be between her becoming the young man's sex slave?

"I understand... I'll tell you..." Sophia could only weep in anguish as she revealed her home address to this incredibly dangerous young man whose dick is still hard in her leaking pussy.

She no longer knew what the future held for her and her daughter. After being so thoroughly violated, did she even have a future left?

Unable to resist Roland's resolve, Sophia could only let herself be carried into a black limousine. But the driver didn't start the car immediately. Instead, she spread her legs for Roland, letting him toy with her before finally driving toward her home.

Along the way, they stopped at several traffic lights.

Yet even while waiting at these lights, she continued to engage in sexual acts with the young man in the car, right there in the midst of bustling traffic...

Could she ever escape being treated like the man's toilet?

Then wouldn't her body tremble in fear every time she heard her captor say "I need to use the restroom"?

How long would it take before she could silently reply, "I haven't been a toilet for a long time now," when student said, "I need to use the restroom"?