CHAPTER 280: 280. CUM ALL OVER A ROYAL FACE

[Status-Based Seduction!]

[You gain increased rewards and level up your power by seducing and claiming high-status women bonded to high-status men.]

[The higher the status of the wife, the greater your gain.]

[Conquest is not for pleasure—it’s for pure dominance.]

◇Skill under Status-Based Seduction: Ego Eater!◇

[Activate to emit the aura of the Cuckold King, crushing the ego of any husband, no matter their power while their wives get soaked for you.]

With a grin stretching across his face, Asher activated Ego Eater. Instantly, a menacing purple aura surged out of him, flooding the room like a suffocating storm.

Irvines, still sprawled on the floor, tried to get up, but froze when his wife suddenly moaned from the bed.

"Goddess..." she gasped, voice trembling. "What’s wrong with me...?! I’m so wet!"

Asher stepped up to the bed, towering over her with a cold, condescending gaze.

"You’re wet for me, aren’t you?"

Janet swallowed hard. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—admit it. Not in front of her husband. She was still the King, still proud. Yet this insolent boy had strolled into her chambers, violated her, made her climax and now her treacherous body was drenching wet again just from his presence? What kind of sorcery was he using?!

Her eyes darted to him. His gaze was steady and unyielding, the confidence in his face unshaken. Then she looked down at her husband... Irvines knelt there pathetically, eyes brimming with tears, glaring at them both in confusion, disbelief and heartbreak.

Asher hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and tugged them down in one swift motion. His massive horse cock sprang free, thick and veined, already rock-hard from teasing the King’s soaked pussy earlier.

The moment it came into view, both Janet and Irvines froze, eyes widening in shock.

"Oh... my Goddess," Janet gasped, one hand flying to cover her parted lips. "You’re... huge!"

Asher smirked. "I know. Think you can take this bad boy down your throat?"

Irvines’ lips trembled violently as his eyes locked on Asher’s shaft throbbing just inches away from his wife’s face, easily three times bigger than his own. His hands instinctively moved to cover his crotch, shame flooding through him as his pride as a man shattered completely.

Janet’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes still widening as if each second made the reality more surreal.

"Y-you... want me to—?" she stammered.

"Yup!" Asher cut in with a cruel grin. "I want you to suck my cock. Or what—does the so-perfect King of Zephandria not even know how to suck a cock?"

He stepped closer, planting himself at the edge of the bed near the headboard, looming over her. Janet’s gaze dropped helplessly to the thick, pulsing dick in front of her—her breath quickening.

Should I... suck it?

Oh, Goddess, no! My husband is right here! I can’t... I can’t suck the cock of some boy!

What would the kingdom think if they knew I’d taken the dick of the very man who destroyed our capital just hours ago?! I... I have to stop myself. I have to resist!

Yet her traitorous hands lifted on their own, trembling as they reached toward Asher’s rigid cock.

Damn it...! Why can’t I resist?! My body—my body feels so treacherous! Goddess, forgive me... but I can’t... I can’t fucking stop myself!!

Irvines’ lips quivered, his voice breaking as he muttered, "No... she wouldn’t... she wouldn’t..."

His eyes stretched impossibly wide, as though about to pop from their sockets.

"She loves me," he whispered, desperate, shaking his head violently. "She wouldn’t... she—"

But then her warm hands suddenly wrapped around Asher’s cock.

Janet gasped again, eyes wide.

"It’s so hard... it feels like concrete!"

Never in her life had she touched something so thick, so heavy, so massive. The sheer size and heat of it sent a thrill through her body. Lust was rapidly devouring her pride, drowning out reason. She no longer seemed to care that her husband was right there, watching.

"Spit on it," Asher ordered coolly. "Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your tits."

Janet didn’t even hesitate anymore. She gathered every bit of saliva in her mouth, even coughing up some to make it extra slick, before letting it dribble over his shaft. Then her tongue slid out, eagerly lapping along the thick length, smearing spit everywhere as she coated the entire eleven inches in her warm saliva.

"Mmm... not bad at all, Your Majesty," Asher teased with a satisfied hum, relishing how her tongue swirled around the tip before tracing down his veiny shaft, making it glisten.

As she worked her tongue over him, Asher’s fingers hooked under the delicate straps of her nightie.

"Let’s get rid of this," he muttered with a grin.

Janet pulled her mouth from his cock and obediently raised her arms. Asher slid the nightie up and off her body, baring her flawless amazing breasts to the open air. Her nipples were a soft pinkish-brown, and Asher’s stomach fluttered with delight when he noticed a small silver ring piercing through her left nipple.

What a kinky little queen.

Now, with her nightie discarded, she was left in nothing but her sheer, drenched panties, soaked through, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Asher pushed her flat onto the bed, and Janet immediately understood what he wanted. Her hands rose to grab and squeeze her own breasts, pressing them together as he straddled her chest, ready to fuck her tits.

Meanwhile, Irvines was watching in horror at the scene before him. He tried to stand, only for his knees to buckle under the pressure of the Ego Eater aura. He crawled forward on shaking limbs, tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Stop... please... s-stop this... she’s mine! SHE’S MINE!" His voice cracked pitifully.

Asher didn’t even glance at him. He simply nestled his cock in the deep valley between Janet’s fantastic boobs, and she trapped it there by pressing them together tightly. It was warm, slippery, and oh-so soft as he started working his hips into her chest, enjoying the way her breasts felt wrapped around his throbbing meat.

"Fuck... your tits are perfect," Asher muttered, his eyes locked on the sight below him.

"Now open your mouth. Let the head of my cock in."

Janet obeyed instantly, lips parting wide as she tilted her head back.

Asher grinned darkly and picked up his pace, thrusting harder, and faster, his cock sliding smoothly between her soft, squeezed breasts. With every deep stroke, the swollen head of his shaft prodded against her open mouth, nearly poking the back of her throat each time.

Janet’s tongue instinctively flicked out, brushing the tip of his cock every time it reached her lips. Spit began to mix with the slick precum already coating him, making the movements wetter, sloppier, and filthier.

"Mmm... yeah... just like that," Asher groaned, his hips moving with more force. "Keep that pretty mouth open for me, Queenie."

Janet moaned around the head of his cock whenever it pressed against her tongue, her face flushed red with heat and shame. Each thrust made her breasts bounce in her hands as she kept squeezing them tight around him, completely lost to her treacherous lust.

Asher looked down at her with pure dominance etched into his expression. "Look at you... the mighty King of Zephandria, reduced to a titfuck slut for my cock."

Janet whimpered softly at his degrading words, her eyes half-lidded, but she didn’t stop, more like she couldn’t stop.

Irvines, kneeling nearby, shook his head frantically as tears streamed down his cheeks. "No... Janet... you... you love me... you wouldn’t..." His voice was barely more than a broken whisper.

Asher shot him a cruel smirk mid-thrust. "She loves my cock more than she’ll ever love you, Irvines. Watch closely—this is what a real man does to your King. I’ve always wondered, since your wife is seen as the King, does that make you a Queen?"

Irvines didn’t respond. His body was only shaking on the ground as if invisible chains were holding him down.

Asher’s thrusts grew rougher now, the heavy slap of his cock against Janet’s titties echoing through the room as she let out another muffled moan around him, her tongue eagerly lapping at his tip each time it slid into her mouth. It felt amazing, and it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Ah... fuck... you’re gonna make me cum all over that royal face of yours," he growled, staring down at her flushed, obedient expression.

Janet moaned faintly, her tongue still teasing his tip every time it reached her open mouth. Strings of spit and precum connected her lips to his cock, dripping messily down her chin and chest.

"Yeah... just like that... fuck..." Asher gritted his teeth as his whole body tensed, and his cock spasmed and jerked, then thick ropes of hot cum burst from his cock, splattering across Janet’s face and tongue, streaking her cheeks, lips, and even her nose. The sheer force made her flinch slightly, but her mouth stayed open, catching as much as she could.

"Ahhh... fuck, yeah..." Asher groaned, milking out every last spurt as more streams of white painted her flushed, humiliated face.

Irvines watched in tears at his cum-streaked wife, his pride as a man completely obliterated before his eyes. But what he didn’t know was that this was just the beginning!!

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