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Time seemed to lose its meaning.
In this hearty union, we tirelessly demanded from each other. I fucked her harder, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as her tight pussy milked my cock.
Finally, after who knows how long—perhaps several tens of minutes—I felt the tunnel inside her begin to contract sharply, spasming and tightly twisting around me.
Her body arched abruptly, and she emitted a high-pitched, satisfied scream—that was the ultimate joy belonging to an orgasm, completely released. Her smooth pussy gushed clear fluid around my shaft as she squirted hard, her whole body shaking violently in ecstasy.
Almost at the same time, I reached my limit.
A wave of scalding current could no longer be restrained; I let out a low roar, and poured the vast amount of essence I had accumulated for a long time, without any reservation, into the deepest part of her warm, moist uterus. Thick, rope after heavy rope of hot, sticky cum blasted straight into her womb in powerful jets, flooding her completely. Her flat belly visibly swelled and rounded from the sheer volume of semen being pumped inside, becoming noticeably fuller and heavier with every spurt. I kept thrusting through my climax, forcing even more cum deep into her until it had nowhere left to go.
I gently withdrew from Herta's warm, tight body.
With my departure, a massive flood of thick white cum immediately erupted from her freshly fucked, smooth pussy. The creamy load gushed out in heavy, continuous streams, mixed with her juices and a trace of virgin blood, pouring down her slender thighs in glossy rivers and forming large, obscene puddles on the white sofa cushion. Her slightly swollen belly slowly deflated as the excess semen kept leaking out in thick, pulsing waves, coating her perfect skin and dripping all the way to her knees. The sight of Herta's tight, hairless pussy overflowing with my cum was incredibly lewd — the puffy lips parted slightly, unable to contain the massive creampie I had just dumped inside her.
I gazed at this scene for a moment, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe welled up in my heart.
It held both the strange satisfaction of having conquered this arrogant genius, and a trace of appreciation for this scene that was slightly messy—this was direct proof that the nature of the relationship between us had changed.
Herta on the sofa was still trembling slightly, gasping for large mouthfuls of air; clearly, the ultimate pleasure just now had consumed a huge amount of her physical strength.
She lay limp there, her eyes unfocused, the flush on her face not yet completely faded, her long silver hair messily scattered over her cheeks and neck, revealing an earth-shattering beauty that carried a sense of brokenness. Cum kept leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, dripping steadily onto the sofa.
I leaned down and gently pulled her into my arms, letting her lean against my chest.
She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, just rubbing against me unconsciously, emitting a faint, nasal hum.
It seems that the strange "second marriage" between Herta and me, or "cooperative relationship," could be considered to have been completely established in the most primal and direct way.
In the days that followed, Herta didn't leave; instead, as she had said, she took it for granted and moved into this villa.
She brought her own research equipment—some strange instruments that flickered with a deep blue light, which I couldn't understand at all. Very soon, another vacant room in the villa was transformed into her exclusive temporary laboratory.
She spent most of her time immersed in her research, seemingly also trying to parse the mystery of the "Path" change I had glimpsed—or rather, the one glimpsed from Ruan Mei's research. It was just that her angle and method were filled with that unique style of "Erudition" followers who deconstructed everything and sought the essence.
But soon I discovered that, unlike Ruan Mei's gentle and introverted research style, which carried a trace of detachment, Herta was much more direct and... domineering.
Moreover, she seemed to have included the sudden sexual intercourse between us into the scope of some "research" or "test."
This "research" followed no rules and was entirely dependent on her mood.
Sometimes, just as I was spacing out at the koi in the courtyard, or flipping through an ancient book I'd picked up from the Luofu in the living room, she would appear beside me without warning.
A slender hand would suddenly grab the corner of my clothes, and she would tilt her head slightly, her gaze looking elsewhere, as if she felt... uncomfortable about what she was about to say?
Or perhaps she simply disdained expressing it directly?
Then, in her clear voice, she would say in a tone that allowed for no rebuttal:
"Hey, little Gray-hair. I want it. Come 'test'."
Whenever this happened, I had to drop everything in my hands and immediately, right away, cooperate with her.
Any trace of hesitation or doubt would bring her signature magic wand down ruthlessly on my head, accompanied by the rebuke: "Dilly-dallying, hurry over here!"
But conversely, if it were me... for example, one evening, seeing her focused figure researching under the lamp, that exquisite profile and occasional slightly furrowed brow touched my heart, and I wanted to approach to seek some warmth...
Then, what greeted me was often an even faster and more vicious blow.
Thump!
"Get lost! Can't you see I'm busy? Don't use your low-level physiological impulses to disturb my exploration of the universe's truths!" She didn't even lift her head, just accurately tapped my head with the magic wand that appeared from who knows where when I tried to approach, her tone cold and impatient.
This "research-based newlywed life" that was entirely dominated by her and lacked any sense of reason left me laughing and crying at the same time.
Ruan Mei's permission to "take a few more wives" was still ringing in my ears, and now there was another temperamental genius "wife" who only acted according to her own ideas... My journey of Trailblazing was truly sliding deeper into an unpredictable abyss.
Another day.
Life in the villa, after Herta joined, became both regular and chaotic.
The regularity lay in the fact that we spent most of our time following a researcher's routine; she fiddled with her profound theories and instruments, while I... tried to understand the culture of the Luofu, or simply killed time.
The chaos lay in the fact that our interactions were entirely determined by her unpredictable mood and so-called "test requirements."