Chapter 401: Conquering Brook

"Brook is a well behaved and good child. She married my uncle’s son right after graduating from university."

"It’s a shame, that boy also didn’t turn out well. He got into a drunken brawl and crippled someone, had to pay a lot of money, and still ended up serving a few years in prison."

"Even though they haven’t had children yet, Brook has fulfilled her duties as a good wife, dutifully caring for her in laws and waiting for the day her husband is released from prison."

Saying these things now felt like a cruel joke, just like the clothes on her body, the shame in her heart was being stripped away layer by layer.

Brook was so ashamed she didn’t dare open her eyes, but Hela would not let her off so easily. She was not a person prone to softening.

As she spoke, she reached out and began unbuttoning Brook’s blouse, her movements so natural it was as if she were dressing her own child.

The blouse tucked into the skirt was pulled out. Brook felt a chill on her chest as the blouse was opened and her bra was unhooked, hanging limply on her body, utterly useless.

Her B cup breasts were round, quite firm and full, and as soon as they were exposed they began swaying back and forth with the man’s thrusts.

Though they were not large, full breasts, she was not flat chested either, and their shape was quite beautiful.

"Ah..."

Brook finally couldn’t control herself and cried out, opening her eyes. Her gaze held not only the misty haze of desire, but also shocked disbelief.

Because Hela was using both hands to grab her breasts and knead them, playing with her already hardened little nipples with her fingers, all while continuing to tease her.

"Young people really are something. Brook hasn’t had children, her chest feels so elastic to the touch, so satisfying to squeeze."

Under this dual assault, Brook was nearly driven mad, letting out a sobbing plea. "Auntie... please spare me, don’t pinch, don’t pinch my nipples..."

Her pleading only made Hela’s wicked desires surge even higher. She was experiencing the same pleasure this wretched man felt when "training" her.

"So sensitive, your nipples are so hard, so pink, they look as cute as a child’s."

Hela looked at her pleading face, her hands continuing to knead her tender breasts, and said, "Brook, you and your husband were each other’s first love in university, right."

"Right... Auntie, please stop rubbing, I’m begging you."

"Good girl, Auntie is making you feel good."

Hela smiled with a bewitching wickedness, a devil leading others to corruption, a side of herself she probably found unfamiliar.

She asked as if tempting her. "You said you gave your virginity to your husband, so does that mean, this is the first time you’ve been fucked by a man other than your husband."

This crude language was undoubtedly a tremendous stimulation. Brook closed her eyes and bit her lip, seemingly unwilling to answer this shameful question.

"Being disobedient again, Auntie is asking you a question, how can you act like this."

Hela smiled even more wickedly, came before her and lifted her chin, looking at this little face slightly twisted from forcefully suppressing the tides of lust.

Hela was so excited her breathing became a little ragged. "Good girl, answer Auntie’s question."

As she spoke, one hand played with Brook’s breast, the other stroked her trembling lips with a finger.

Her tone was gentle, lacking its usual powerful authority, but it still made Brook dare not harbor any thought of resistance. She had grown accustomed to submitting beneath this voice.

"No..."

This sound was as faint as a mosquito’s hum, as if it took all her strength to answer.

But Hela was not satisfied, her finger directly penetrating her mouth, playing with her tender tongue while teasing. "I didn’t hear you."

"No, I haven’t..."

Such teasing had successfully shattered Brook’s psychological bottom line, brutally tearing apart all notions of so-called reserve.

It was as if, having broken the pot, she decided to smash it completely. Also fearing that her dampening words might provoke Hela’s thunderous wrath, the beautiful sister-in-law wife, accustomed to submission, also adopted a ’broken pot’ mentality.

"I haven’t... been fucked by a man other than my husband..."

"Gentler... it’s too fast, it’s swelling, I can’t take it anymore..."

Tears streamed down as she closed her eyes. Brook lost control, crying and moaning simultaneously.

Witnessing this wife’s corruption firsthand was an exceptionally beautiful thing. Seeing her finally face reality, Hela offered an approving smile.

"If it feels good, you should moan it out. Your voice is so pleasant, hearing it makes my very bones feel weak."

"So good. Then how does your husband’s dick compare to this one."

Hela still didn’t want to let her go. She stood beside the pair, looking up at Luis with a soft, charming smile.

She grabbed Luis’s hands and guided them to grasp Brook’s swaying tender breasts, saying with a smile.

"The bounce of her chest is wonderful. Holding her tits like this while fucking feels the best. Reward this sister-in-law properly."

"Haha..."

Luis let out a lewd laugh, lowered his head and kissed her. Hela also rapturously closed her eyes, their tongues violently entwining, revealing just how excited they both were now.

Two wicked souls, sharing the same goals, were excitedly admiring a wife’s corruption.

While kissing, Hela also began stroking Brook’s perky buttocks, giving it a sharp slap and mumbling indistinctly. "Disobedient again..."

"My husband... is smaller than him, shorter than him... ah, and, not as hard..."

"It’s hitting the bottom... Auntie, so sore... please stop touching me."

With the ’broken pot’ mentality, she had laid bare her body, but expecting complete corruption in such a short time was unrealistic.

"Brook is so good. Then, being fucked so pleasurably by such a good dick, shouldn’t you thank Auntie."

"Thank you, Auntie..."

Driven by that natural fear, Brook almost instantly became Hela’s plaything, an obedient sex slave. One had to admit, this natural training was too stimulating.

With a cry of ’Ah’... Brook trembled all over, welcoming the baptism of orgasm, her love juices continuously dripping to the floor with each thrust.

Hela wiped some and placed it by her lips, continuing to ask. "Came... was it ever this good when having sex with your husband."

"No... so hard... hitting it."

The beautiful wife secretary trembled in the midst of her climax, her words in the confusion of lust slurred and almost without logic.