Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

PAH!

With a final thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, his cock filling her ass to the hilt.

"N-not there!?" Emilia's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the overwhelming sensation of being completely stretched out hit her all at once.

Pah Pah

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room as he started to move, pulling back only to slam into her again.

"Ah! Ahh—please, slower—" she moaned, her voice barely audible as he began thrusting harder, each movement sending sharp jolts of both pleasure and pain through her.

The pressure inside her was unbearable, her tight walls clamping down on him as if trying to push him out, but Damien didn't relent.

Pah Pah Pah

The sounds grew louder, faster, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts.

Her body jolted with every movement, her ass cheeks bouncing back against him as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Fuck, Damien... I can't—" she gasped, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as her body struggled to keep up with the intensity of his movements.

Her moans turned to whimpers, broken and breathless as he pounded into her.

"You can," he growled, his voice rough, primal. "Be a strong woman, Emilia. Take it."

PAH PAH PAH

He tightened his grip on her hips, his cock driving deeper into her tight hole, stretching her beyond anything she thought possible.

Her face was pressed against the rough surface of the nearby drawer, muffling her cries as her body surrendered to the brutal rhythm.

"Ah—ah—oh, God—Damien!" she sobbed, her voice ragged from the effort of taking him.

Her moans mixed with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Pah Pah Pah Pah

The relentless pounding continued, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust, her tight asshole gripping him like a vice.

The burn of the stretch hadn't gone away, but there was a strange, undeniable pleasure that began to creep in, mingling with the pain.

"Please—" she whimpered, her voice cracking, her knuckles white as she clutched the sheets.

"It's... so much... I can't—" Her words were cut off by a deep groan as he thrust even harder, his hips slamming into her ass with an almost brutal force.

Her moans became more desperate, her body shaking as she was completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

The rhythm never faltered, Damien's control over her complete as he took her in the way only he could.

pah Pah PAH

Damien's thrusts grew more erratic, harder, and faster. Every deep stroke sent shockwaves through Emilia's body, her tightness only driving him further toward the edge.

"Ahn...Hngh...Hann" Her face was flushed, her moans coming in ragged gasps as she felt his cock stretching her ass, filling her in a way she never thought possible.

"Ah—Damien—" she gasped, her voice barely audible between moans.

Her body trembled with every powerful thrust, her ass clenching around him instinctively, but there was no stopping him now.

Pah pah pah

The relentless slapping of their bodies echoed in the room, his movements growing more forceful as he drove himself deeper into her.

Emilia could feel the tension building inside him, the way his cock swelled with every thrust, stretching her even more.

"I'm gonna cum," Damien growled, his voice rough and strained as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew there'd be bruises.

His thrusts became shorter, sharper, as he buried himself to the hilt with each stroke, her body trembling beneath him.

"Damien—wait—" she whimpered, her voice barely more than a breathless plea, but it was too late. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing as he slammed into her one last time, his entire body going rigid.

With a deep groan, Damien shoved himself as deep as he could go, his cock buried fully in her ass as he came.

Hot, thick spurts of cum filled her, the sensation overwhelming as it flooded her tight hole.

She gasped, her body instinctively tightening around him, but it was too much.

"Ah—ahh—" she moaned, her voice trembling as she felt the warmth of his release spreading inside her. Each pulse of his cock sent more cum gushing into her, her asshole stretched and stuffed full of him.

The pressure was intense, her body barely able to contain it all.

Damien's grip on her hips tightened as he held her in place, his cock still buried deep inside her as his cum overflowed, some of it leaking out and dripping down her thighs.

The sensation of being filled like that made Emilia shudder, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself up.

She whimpered, her breaths shallow and ragged as she felt his cum oozing out of her, each small movement making her more aware of how much he had given her.

Damien groaned softly, his hips twitching as he finally pulled back slightly, but not enough to pull out entirely.

His cock was still nestled deep inside her, keeping most of his release locked inside.

"Fuck... that was tight," Damien murmured, his voice hoarse but satisfied. He looked down at Emilia, her body still trembling beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

"I... I hate you," Emilia mumbled, her body feeling utterly exhausted, gasping for breath as she struggled to express her feelings. She remembered all the ways he had mistreated her, treating her like some plaything. But soon enough, she felt his grip on her hand tighten as she shouted, "Enough, you perverted bastard!"

"Hey..." Damien said softly, pulling her close so their bodies collided. She was still wearing her top, and despite the situation, she glared at him. With a defeated smile, he leaned closer and whispered, "I hope you won't miss me too much, okay?"

It was finally time for him to say goodbye.

"What?" Emilia stared at him for a moment, her lips biting into her own as she held tightly onto his face. There was no shame left between them, no embarrassment in this moment.

Somehow, with determination, she clasped her hands on his cheek, almost as if slapping him, and pulled his face down to her level to bridge the height difference.

Their warm breaths mingled as she placed her forehead against his, her eyes searching his, feeling helpless. Hating herself for loving this man, she whispered, "Please... don't ever forget about me, Damien."

"You bet," Damien said with a smile as he pulled Emilia's phone from his pocket. He had held onto it for some time before handing it back to her, adding, "I recorded a conversation with your mother while she was waking up."

"Huh? What conversation?" Emilia asked slowly, tilting her head and blinking in confusion. She struggled to understand the significance of the recording.

"Shh, just promise me you'll listen to it when you're alone," Damien replied, gently placing a finger on her lips. He pulled her into a warm hug, a grin spreading across his face as he patted her back. Thoughts of finally putting a plan into action swirled in his mind.

Given Emilia's strong attachment to her mother, Damien knew that breaking that bond was crucial.

While it may seem impossible, he believed in tackling even the most daunting challenges—after all, within 'impossible' lies 'I'm possible.'

So, he had recorded every part of his conversation with her mother, capturing the moment she revealed that she wasn't Emilia's real mother and everything that had transpired in the room.

Now the question is, what actions will Emilia take after discovering all of this?

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