Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Chapter 364 364: Marilyn Will!

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Marilyn's breath came in ragged pants, her voice reduced to low, animalistic moans as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

"Certain of it. This villain... overflowing with malice towards humans..." she muttered, her voice filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. There was no hope for mercy; Marilyn could sense the sheer malevolence emanating from her faceless adversary.

In the face of this terrifying villain, Marilyn felt her spirit crumbling. It was a side of her, a weakness, that she had never imagined before. The realization of her vulnerability only heightened the terror of the situation.

"Just the worst... In the heart of the academy... To be struck down by such an enemy..." Marilyn thought, her mind racing with a sense of despair.

The personality-obliterating assault had taken its toll on her. Marilyn's consciousness flickered, slipping away before abruptly snapping back into focus.

"No, wake up, Marilyn..." she urged herself, aware that if she were to fall here, others would be in danger too. The answer was painfully clear—Kyelli, her dear friend, would be next in line. Marilyn desperately hoped that Kyelli would notice the danger and escape.

Words failed Marilyn as she struggled to comprehend the intentions of her merciless assailant. Barely clinging to consciousness, she endured the relentless onslaught of personality-eradicating strikes within the brutal 30-second interval. The strikes fell heavily, one after another, causing her body to convulse with each impact.

"Ah, ah! Ah... Ah...!" she cried out, her voice a mix of agony and desperation.

Clamping her thighs tightly together, Marilyn fought to suppress the overwhelming urge to release something, taking short, ragged breaths.

Her determination to hold on was evident as she tensed her buttocks, refusing to yield to the onslaught. The strain on her body was immense, evident in her labored panting and drenched sweat. She was instinctively using every ounce of energy to resist the impending Expel.

"I don't know what's happening within my body, but... I have this feeling that I must not give in..." Marilyn thought, her mind focused on the overwhelming desire to resist. With a final surge of effort, she managed to endure the 30-second interval.

As the time came to an end, she exhaled a hot breath, her body still trembling from the exertion. It felt as if her entire being had been sprinting at full speed, leaving her scorching hot and melding into the back of the chair.

Deep breaths failed to bring her relief. Unconsciously, Marilyn parted her thighs and ran her hand over her inner flesh. Her heightened sensitivity made even the slightest touch against her nipples flood her mind with intense pleasure.

"Why do I feel like this..." she wondered, acknowledging the undeniable arousal coursing through her body.

In a strange twist, the act of Expel itself seemed to hold a certain pleasurable aspect for humans. The closer one got to 'relief,' the longer one endured, the more the body strained and became excited.

Marilyn's body burned with desire, her resistance to expelling her essence only fueling the intensity of her arousal.

The knowledge that a sinister villain might be watching only heightened her shameless abandon. Though she narrowed her eyes defiantly, as if refusing to surrender completely, she couldn't stop her hand from caressing her own body.

"Ah, ah, are you satisfied now? Gradually... come forth..." she muttered through trembling lips, her actions a mix of fumbling and desperation.

The defeat was evident in Marilyn's demeanor. She appeared as a completely broken woman, her face flushed with embarrassment and her ears turning red. It was a first for her to experience such raw vulnerability.

On the verge of 'personality Expel,' all her hidden desires were exposed, leaving her appearing like a female in heat, seemingly consenting to an overwhelming violation.

Marilyn's breaths came in ragged gasps as the intoxicating waves of her climax washed over her. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and she knew she couldn't bear another assault like this.

She tried to reassure herself, "It's okay. Recover and counterattack... There's no way they can launch so many attacks like that." She desperately hoped that this was the end, that the torment would cease.

But her hopes were shattered as Marilyn's eyes widened, her mouth watering with a dizzying sense of defeat that threatened to strip away her human dignity. "This... this much... I won't lose!" she declared, a fierce determination burning within her.

However, her resolve was about to be tested once again. The merciless assault known as "Apnea Personality Elimination" struck Marilyn with full force, targeting her vulnerable state as she pleasured herself.

The intangible strikes rained down upon her, leaving her sprawled on the chair like a bed, legs spread wide, and exposing herself to the ruthless onslaught with an indifferent expression.

Each strike landed with a puff, puff, puff, puff, causing Marilyn to cry out in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming sensation.

"Ah! Oh, oh no... It feels like... I'm going to burst... Oh, oh, I don't know what it is, but... It's overwhelming... So overwhelming... Letting go..." Her eyes rolled back as the sensations consumed her.

Marilyn was no longer concerned about her dignity or decency as a human being. In that moment, she was solely focused on the overwhelming need to release.

Even the act of waste elimination required a great amount of effort from the human body. If expelling waste was considered a valuable aspect of one's personality, then the precious essence of the raven-haired, red-eyed lady was being released through her anus.

"Oh, oh, oh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Just let it go... If you let it go, it won't matter..." Marilyn gasped, her lips pursed as she exhaled hot breaths, finally accepting her defeat. She opened her legs on the chair, allowing the "Personality Jelly" to be expelled from her body.

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