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Chapter 21: Gone are The Embarassed Days
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 21: Gone are The Embarassed Days - Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream:"Graduate college.Get a job.Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him—black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death-he died. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!"
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Aunt Harem Anal Sex First Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Slow
“You’ll never feel embarrassed again, Mira...”Velira’s breath hitched as she looked toward them—One hand already between her legs.
“Mike will make sure of that...”Her voice trembled, breath lingering as she pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy, rubbing the inside—moaning behind sealed lips.
In front of her, off to the side, Mira unlatched the flint, trying to open the door.
“You’re not going to feel embarrassed ever again, Mira,” Mike said from behind—his hands already gripping her waist.
“Wait ... what are you—”
He slid her gown up—pressing his thick cock against her panty-laced pussy.
“Oh, it’s you again,” he said, thrusting into Mira with a groan as he opened the door.
A few women stood outside, staring as the gate swung open—Mira bent over, moaning, being taken from behind.
Mike just looked at them with a calm smile.”What’re you here for again?” he asked, plunging deeper into Mira mid-sentence.
“Mike!” Mira cried out.
“Shut up.”He pressed down on her neck, keeping her bowed low as he drove into her from behind.
“Don’t mind this,” he said to the women at the door.”Just tell me—what’re you here for again? Didn’t I say you’d all get your turn at night?”
The women stared wide-eyed—Mike was plunging into his own aunt—his step-aunt.
“Actually ... we’re here because of them.”
A few soldiers—worn in steel armor—stepped into view from the side.Their faces were hidden behind dented helmets, their movements became stiff the moment they saw the scene before them.
“What’re you—” one began, but stopped mid-sentence the instant they saw Mira—panting beneath Mike.
Mike only chuckled.
“Oh, don’t mind me. It’s just my aunt.”He thrust again, unbothered, and asked casually,”So ... what’re you here for again?”
The soldiers stood still for a long moment—Before hesitantly stepping forward once more.
“We’ve come to ask you to release the chieftain,” one of them said.
“We have a hundred guards waiting outside,” another added.
Mike scoffed, glancing back at them—both amused and disappointed by their plea.
“Is that how you talk to someone who’s captured your chief?”He tilted his head.
“You!” one of the soldiers barked, stepping forward—But another lifted his hand.
“Stop,” he ordered firmly.
“We’re not here to fight.We’ll give whatever your demand is—And in return, you hand over the chieftain.”
The soldier’s tone was steady.
Mike looked at him, expression undeniably puzzled.
“And why would I do that?”
Mira panted beneath him, her body trembling—As Mike, without breaking his rhythm, asked.
One of the soldiers stiffened—his expression twisting into grotesque disgust behind the helmet, though he kept it hidden.
“Actually...” the soldier began, steadying his voice,”We’re thinking that if you release the chieftain, he could appeal to the King—not to have you hanged for your crimes.”
“He’d speak for you. He’d plead your case.”
Mike listened in silence.
The soldier stared at him, confident. He’ll bite. No one’s mad enough to go against the King.
“No. I can’t do that.”
Mike spoke.
He slid Mira’s gown further up, peeling it off completely.