CHAPTER 93: WHO ARE YOU?

Suddenly, as if waking from a dream, Jake’s eyes gleamed with realization. "I get it now. You’re that razor."

"Pfft, who’s a razor?"

"Then who are you?"

"I am the Heart-Stealing God, the one who granted you the ’heart-reading’ ability."

"God? I don’t believe it!"

"You will."

"Never!"

"Hmph, foolish human." The Heart-Stealing God didn’t argue further.

Jake, desperate to leave, prepared to ask more, but in the next second, the Heart-Stealing God’s mocking voice echoed through the chaos. "Follow your desires, and you will understand. Go."

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, everything around him vanished instantly. Jake’s vision was now filled only with a seductive, mature beauty slowly approaching him.

"Sister Mina." A streak of white light, imperceptible to both of them, shot out from the depths of Jake’s pupils, instantly covering his entire eyeball.

Jake’s mind trembled, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Mina, mistaking Jake’s daze for awe at her beauty, prepared to take the initiative. But in the next moment, Jake’s unusually intense gaze, filled with teasing desire, locked onto her. This sudden shift caught Mina off guard, making her feel as though Jake had transformed into someone else. Yet, the lovestruck Mina was quickly swept away by Jake’s tender tone.

"Sister Mina, I like you. Hurry, help me."

Jake smiled, lifting Mina’s chin with his right hand, his eyes burning with urgent longing.

"What?" Though deeply moved by Jake’s confession, Mina, unlike Mia with her rich sexual experience or Taylor with her sharp insight into men’s desires, retained the wariness of a married woman.

With her ponytail swaying, Mina’s flawless face, as youthful as a college girl’s, radiated purity and vitality. One could easily mistake her for 23.

Her flawless complexion tilted slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with emotion, hesitation flickering as they met Jake’s gaze.

Her lips, red as fire and lusciously tempting, were impossible for Jake to resist. He immediately pressed his mouth against hers.

Mina visibly stiffened, her pearly white teeth putting up a token resistance before surrendering to Jake’s invading tongue.

Mina was like an undiscovered new continent, exuding an intoxicating freshness. Jake’s tongue roamed freely, devouring everything in Mina’s sweet mouth.

Her soft, delicate tongue was tossed about by Jake’s relentless movements, their mingling saliva producing wet, bubbling sounds. Before Jake could escalate, Mina was already panting, her moans—"Mmm... ah..."—escaping between their locked lips.

Mina was a strong-willed woman. Even as a virgin, her body was responding, and Jake’s fierce assault on her mouth left her breathless. Yet, she refused to yield easily. Whatever Jake did to her tongue, she mirrored it back at him.

But Jake’s kissing skills were incredibly proficient. His tongue, twice as large as hers, teased and explored every inch—her tongue’s surface, its underside, its root—as if determined to wring out every drop of her essence. The sweet nectar of her mouth was continuously siphoned away by Jake, swallowed greedily, over and over.

Naturally, Mina quickly learned and retaliated in kind.

Her rapid learning impressed Jake, stoking his competitive spirit.

His cock had long since hardened into a rigid pole, its head throbbing angrily, as if protesting Jake’s unfair treatment.

Jake knew the moment had come. In response to Mina’s final moan, he pulled away, a silvery strand of saliva stretching between their lips—a testament to their mingled desires.

Mina’s mouth was incredibly warm, wet, soft, and fragrant, her saliva sweeter than honey.

With Mina’s passion now fully ignited, Jake pressed his advantage. Originally, he had wanted her to suck his cock, but both he and his eager "brother" had waited long enough. Softly, he murmured, "Sister Mina, I want you."

Hearing this, Mina let out a soft "Mmm," her seductive expression and alluring gaze enough to drive the office losers wild with jealousy. If they saw their usual object of fantasy behaving so wantonly toward the new employee, they’d surely seethe with envy, wishing they could tear Jake apart.

Jake moved as instructed, intending to use his favorite position to bring Mina to climax. But Mina showed no intention of moving off him.

"Sister Mina, get up. Let me take over."

Mina smiled silently, merely adjusting her position, kneeling on the bed and aligning her lower half with Jake’s cock. Only then did Jake understand her intentions.

Mina’s sexy black lace panties barely concealed her alluring garden, hovering just above his erect member. Her delicate face turned shyly to the side as she whispered, "Jake, let me try. Don’t move."

From Mina’s posture, it was clear she intended to take the dominant position—a thought that thrilled Jake.

Woman on top was a position he and Mia didn’t often use. Every time they did, Mia would be overwhelmed by his thick, lengthy cock, her body trembling uncontrollably. Unlike the missionary position, this one demanded more skill from the woman. Mia didn’t enjoy it much—it was both exhausting and painful. Though she could control the pace of pleasure, Jake was no statue. When the sex reached its peak, he couldn’t help but take over, the sensation of penetrating her depths and striking her core leaving her torn between love and hate.

Now, Mina gently pulled aside a corner of her lace panties, revealing a glimpse of her dark pubic hair and pink slit before Jake could get a clear look. Then, a sultry, mature voice sent shivers down his spine, making his blood boil.

"Jake, here I come."

There was no imagined "plop" sound, but Jake didn’t urge her further.

The moment Sister Mina uttered those words, the "inner voices" hidden deep in her heart were laid bare.

Sister Mina was hesitating, and at the same time marveling at the sheer size of his dick.

The temperature in the bedroom wasn’t high, yet Mina was already coated in a layer of sweat. Logically speaking, without prolonged physical exertion or the orgasm, such sweating in this weather wasn’t normal.

But who other than Jake could understand the conflict and distress in Mina’s heart?

Mina pushed aside her panties, easily finding that massive dick. She adjusted the direction of the glans, slowly aligning her pussy entrance right above it.

Though his dick had been exposed for a while, it clearly didn’t radiate the same heat as her freshly revealed pussy. Yet Mina felt an unusual warmth emanating from her entrance. The hardness and scorching heat transmitted through her fingertips made her doubt whether her tight little pussy could accommodate Jake’s massive rod.

The arrow was already on the bowstring—it had to be released. There was no room for hesitation now. Gritting her teeth, Mina braced herself and sank down forcefully.

"Ah~" A moan so seductive it could melt bones pierced the air.

Though Mina had tried to lower herself carefully, her untouched entrance, protected for decades, was delicate and sensitive. The inner walls of her pussy lips were fragile, and Jake’s dick was far larger than what books had described. Just the length alone left her in awe. Now, with only the glans inside, her reaction was already this intense. What would happen when the entire thing was stuffed inside?

Jake felt his glans pushing into a narrow, tight tunnel. Under Mina’s movements, it advanced further, as if a greedy worm’s mouth was slowly swallowing his dick bit by bit.

Mina’s caution was something Jake hadn’t anticipated. Through his ability to read inner voices, he understood that Mina likely lacked sexual experience. In a normal situation, if it were his aunt, she would’ve already straddled him, lost in pleasure, moaning and crying out in ecstasy.

She wouldn’t have been as hesitant as Sister Mina. Yet one thing stood out—the tightness of Mina’s pussy felt oddly familiar.

As Jake’s dick pushed forward, ready to thrust deeper, it was suddenly blocked by something warm, soft, and thin. The initial contact of his glans against it made Mina cry out again.

"Ah~... It... hurts..."

"Hurts? Wait..." Jake was startled. Was this...?

Suspicion arose in Jake’s mind. He glanced down at where their bodies joined and realized his dick hadn’t even penetrated a third of the way in. The tightness of Mina’s pussy must’ve given him a brief illusion.

"Sister Mina, are you... a virgin?" Jake tested the waters, his anticipation skyrocketing.

Mina was wholly focused on riding his dick. Hearing his question, her face flushed with embarrassment. Still, she didn’t want Jake to see through her, clinging to her pride. But the problem was, the hymen was fragile. Certain exercises or movements could accidentally break it. Yet Mina, at 33 years old, not only had an intact hymen—it was even more resilient than average.

The slight pain had already made her pause. If she took the whole thing, wouldn’t it...? Mina didn’t dare imagine.

Then came Jake’s question.

"Can you... not talk? What’s wrong? Is it... bad if I’m a virgin?" The words barely escaped Mina’s tightly pursed lips, her lower body still accommodating less than a third of Jake’s dick.

"Oh my god, Sister Mina is actually a virgin." Jake was ecstatic. Her answer sent shockwaves through him. The psychological thrill was incomparable. His hips twitched uncontrollably, driving his dick a fraction deeper.

"Hsss..." The tip of his cock brushed against the hymen countless men had fantasized about. Jake shuddered from the sheer pleasure coursing through his spine, nearly pushing him to the brink of climax.

"Ah~... No... Don’t move!" Compared to Jake, Mina’s reaction was far more intense. Her moans, laced with a sobbing undertone, mixed pain with pleasure as she cried out, unable to hold back.

Her hands pressed against Jake’s abdomen, desperately trying to maintain distance between her hymen and his dick. Her head tilted back, her slender swan-like neck glistening with sweat. Her entire upper body tensed visibly, her collarbones and cleavage accentuating the curves of a mature woman’s restrained allure.