Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 270 270 Vulnerability

The words hung in the air, and the weight of her emotions was palpable. Nexus was caught off guard. A wave of realization washed over Nexus, guilt tugging at his heartstrings for not recognizing Monica's true feelings sooner.

His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of her words. Confusion clouded his mind, pulling him deeper into the mystery that was Monica's heart. "How had I missed the signals? How had I not realized the depth of her love?

He reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek, attempting to make amends for his obliviousness.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice tinged with remorse. "I should have noticed; I could have understood the depth of your love for me if I had noticed earlier. It took your confession for me to finally grasp what you've been silently conveying all this time."

lightsnοvεl Monica smiled softly, happiness shining in her eyes. "It's not your fault. I didn't make it easy for you to understand. I pretended like I had no feelings for you because of my fear."

"Monica," Nexus called out to her. Monica, who was lying quietly beside him, grinning from ear to ear, came back to her senses when she heard Nexus call her name. She lay on her side, facing Ni Yang, their eyes locked in a deep, intimate gaze. The ambiance was warm, and the faint aroma of freshly grown flowers filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

"Monica," Nexus began, his voice filled with sincerity, "I want to be honest with you. There's something I need to tell you."

Monica's curiosity was piqued as she leaned forward, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had sensed a weight in Ni Yang's words, something he had been holding back after she confessed her feelings.

With a gentle smile, she nodded for him to continue. "I'm listening, Ni Yang." Taking a deep breath, Nexus spoke with a touch of vulnerability in his voice, "You see, Monica, you know I have another woman in my life. I've never hidden it from you, but I wanted to make sure you were aware."

Monica's expression remained calm as if she had already known this truth. She extended her hand across the bed, offering comfort and understanding. "Nexus, I've known from the beginning. I'm not blindsided by this revelation. I know I can only be a second woman to you; I accept it."

Nexus looked surprised, his gaze lingering on Monica. He hadn't expected this level of acceptance from her. "It's not that I don't have moments of doubt or insecurity," Monica admitted, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "But I've made the decision a long time ago that as long as you can be mine and continue to treat me well, value our time together, and show me the love and respect I deserve, I can make peace with being your second woman."

At that moment, Nexus moved closer to Monica, his lips hovering just inches from hers. The air crackled with anticipation and the weight of their unspoken desires.

Without hesitation, Nexus closed the gap between them, capturing Monica's lips in a deep, affectionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—one that conveyed both gratitude and adoration. Monica responds to the kiss with a deeper adoration kiss.

Nexus inserted his finger into Monica's pussycat and fingered her. She had a great body, soft skin, and delicate features, which combined with the heat radiating from her pink lips, which looked like red petals, made him want to ravage her right there on the spot. 

As he worked his finger in and out of her pussycat, he took the time to feel how wet she was and marvel at how nice her body felt every time she squirmed or moaned. 

When he thought she was ready for more, Nexus withdrew his fingers from her cunt and used a different technique to get Monica even more worked up.

When Nexus saw that she was completely in tune and ready for more, he slowly inserted his dick. For the first time, she felt a jolt of pleasure rip through her body.

He moved in and out slowly; Monica was extremely tight. He continued to stroke her inside until she got wide. Each time he pushed in, more of his dick disappeared into her pussy until it was stretched around his full dick.

They both looked down to see blood dripping from her and onto the sheets. He ignored the blood and continued to push his dick into her until she cummed hard against his dick.

Then Monica, breathing hard and sweating, rose onto her knees and slowly guided his dick into her blood-slick pussycat. She sat on his dick and rode his dick like a riding swing.

Monica on top kept riding Nexus's dick. She rised and fell her ass on his dick, increasing the pace with time. "Finally, you are mine," she thought while savoring the pleasure.

Monica was happy she was finally Ni Yang's woman. She moaned softly, her voice filling the room. It hurt at first because of how tight she was, but she couldn't stop now if she wants to; she was so much in tune with it.

Nexus was enjoying it as well, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, and he held Monica's hips firmly as she moved up and down. Nexus urged Monica on, pushing her harder and harder until she was shaking with pleasure.

She couldn't move on again, so they changed positions. Monica looked into Ni Yang's eyes as he began to enter her. She tilted her head up towards the bright hotel ceiling and saw the brilliant work of art shining above them like diamonds, their light reflecting off of each other to set the entire room afire.

Then she felt Ni Yang slide inside of her, his thick shaft filling her completely. He pulled out and thrust again, again, and again, and she was filled with a pleasure that she had never experienced before. His cock pushed deep inside of her womb, making it feel full even though she knew he was nowhere near cumming yet.

She held still as he whispered in her ear, "Do you want more?" She bit her lip and nodded. He reached under her body, grabbed both of her cheeks in his strong hands, and slid one more inch inside of her. In this position, she could barely take any more of his length or girth, but somehow she stretched enough to take him all in.

From all around came the sounds of love, Murmurings, murmurs, and moans, soft at first like the coo of doves; higher in pitch like the hiss of a snake's whisper; louder and with increasing urgency until Monica's cries rang out like church bells on Sunday morning "Oh my, ahhh".

Her eyes were half closed, and pleasure radiated from every inch of her skin. She was covered with sweat and saliva, and it looked like she had been making love for hours. Flesh pressed against flesh; hands clutched at necks and waists. Voices moaned and gasped, and the smell of sex filled the air: sweat, perfume, and arousal.

He could tell he was close, and he picked up the pace even more, and Monica exploded with a loud moan.