Chapter 187. She Clearly Losing Her Mind, And Her Licking Is So Disappointing!**

Mike didn’t listen to her pleas for mercy. To him, her exhaustion was just a sign of how much more she could take.

"Please... I can feel my body starting to feel all weird..." Haruka keeps begging. "This isn’t... normal anymore..."

He leaned into his predatory instincts, his fingers becoming a blur of expert, punishing motion inside her. He wasn’t just fingering her; he was attacking her most sensitive spot with a calculated, rhythmic violence that drove her to the brink of madness.

"Don’t you dare ask for a rest yet," Mike growled into her ear, his voice a dark, commanding vibration. "You’re just getting started~!"

"I can tell that your body wanted a real man, hence why you’re feeling weird right now!" Mike grinned. "Well, here he is!"

He increased the speed, his thumb grinding mercilessly against her clitoris while his fingers curled deep inside her, stretching her and hitting every nerve ending with terrifying precision. Haruka was lost. The world dissolved into a haze of white heat and overwhelming sensation.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

She hit her first orgasm, a violent convulsion that made her entire body arch. But before the tremors could even subside, Mike drove her into a second, even more intense peak.

Then a third. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for the pleasure he was forcing upon her.

Finally, a massive, soul-shattering climax ripped through her. Her legs gave out completely, and she collapsed to her knees on the hardwood floor.

SQUUUIIIIIIRRRRRTTTTTT~!

Her head fell back, her eyes rolling up until only the whites were visible, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She gritted her teeth so hard she thought they might crack, fighting the urge to howl with pleasure, terrified that the sound of her utter ruin would carry through the walls to the man she was supposed to love.

She lay there on her knees, panting heavily, her body twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt almost like pain. She was completely spent, a broken, beautiful mess at his feet.

Mike finally slowed his hand, but he didn’t pull away. He stood over her, looking down at her trembling, naked form with a look of pure, condescending amusement.

He let out a sharp, derisive snort.

"Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he stared at her slumped shoulders. "Pathetic. Truly pathetic."

"You’re already having multiple orgasms just like that!" He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his eyes cold and judgmental.

"And what about that loser Ren?" Mike spat, the name sounding like a curse in his mouth. "Does he have any idea?"

"Does he have the slightest clue that his ’innocent’ little girlfriend is across the nation, kneeling on the floor, losing her goddamn mind because a man actually knows how to touch her?"

He let out a harsh, biting laugh.

"He probably thinks you’re tucked in bed, dreaming sweet dreams about him..."

"He has no idea that his girlfriend is actually a starving, frustrated slut who gets hit by multiple orgasms just from a few fingers."

"He’s probably sleeping soundly, completely oblivious to the fact that he can’t even make you moan, while a real man is making you scream in silence."

He reached out and gripped her hair, forcing her to look up at him through her tear-blurred vision.

"He doesn’t deserve you, Haruka. Not because you’re ’dirty,’ but because he’s too weak to handle the woman you actually are!"

"He’s playing house with a ghost, while the real thing is right here, begging for more."

’This is on a completely different level from masturbation...’ Haruka thought. ’My vision is starting to blur... it’s terrifying...’

Mike didn’t wait for her to recover. He stood up, his shadow looming over her collapsed form, and began to undress with a slow, deliberate arrogance.

He knew exactly what he was doing; he wanted her to witness the sheer physical dominance he possessed.

As his clothes fell away, Haruka’s breath hitched in her throat. She couldn’t help it; her eyes were glued to him.

She had seen men before, but nothing like this. Mike’s body was a goddamn masterpiece of raw, masculine power. His skin was a deep, rich tan that glowed under the dim light, a stark, beautiful contrast to the pale, sickly skin of Ren.

Where Ren was lanky, soft, and almost fragile in appearance, Mike was a mountain of dense, functional muscle. Every movement of his chest, every flex of his abdominal muscles, looked like it had been sculpted from bronze by a master artist.

’Oh my god...’ Haruka thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. ’Ren looks like a fucking child compared to him.’

’Ren is so... small... and so thin... But Mike... he looks like he could crush me with a single hand, and the terrifying part is... all I want him to do is.’

But then, her eyes traveled lower, and the air truly left her lungs.

Even after the intense session he’d had with Petricia only minutes ago, his cock was standing tall, a massive, intimidating pillar of dark, veiny muscle. It was enormous, thick, and pulsed with a life of its own.

It was the kind of cock that didn’t just satisfy a woman, but it dominated her. And it felt like it was the kind of cock that made all the stories she’d heard from Madison and Petricia seem like understatements.

’It’s... it’s impossible,’ her inner voice screamed, a mix of terror and intense, primal lust. ’How can a man even carry something like that?’

’It’s huge... so thick... it looks like it would fill me up until there’s no room left to breathe...’

’If Ren tried to do that... he’d break...’

’He’d literally break me. But Mike... Mike looks like he was built for this.’

Mike noticed her gaze. He saw the way her eyes dilated, the way her mouth hung slightly open as she stared at his manhood.

A dark, knowing smirk crossed his lips. He stepped closer, looming over her as she knelt on the floor, and began to guide his cock toward her face.

The scent of him—musk, sweat, and pure masculinity—hit her senses like a physical blow. He pressed the broad, warm head of his cock right against her cheek, then moved it until it was hovering just inches from her lips. The sheer heat radiating from him was overwhelming.

"What’s the matter, Haruka?" he teased, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Staring at it like you’ve never seen a real man before?"

"You want to taste it? You want to see if it’s as big as they say?"

Haruka couldn’t answer. She was mesmerized.

The sight of it, so close she could see the subtle pulsing of the veins, was driving her insane. Her hand, acting almost of its own volition, drifted down to her own damp panties.

Driven by a desperate, unbidden need to bridge the gap between her fantasy and the reality standing before her, she began to rub herself. Her fingers moved frantically against her clitoris, her eyes never leaving his massive cock.

"Come on now~! Don’t be shy..."

"Just for today... we can go wild with each other~!"

’I’ve had so many orgasms that I can no longer think normally...’

She was able to do this without worrying about whether he was watching. She was masturbating right there in front of him, her gaze locked onto the very thing that was causing her soul to ache with desire.

’Yes... please...’ she thought frantically, her hips beginning to twitch in rhythm with her fingers. ’Let me taste it...’

’Let me feel how big it is!"

’I don’t care about Ren... I don’t care about being good...’

’I just want to be filled by him...’

’I want to be ruined by him!’

The heat radiating from Mike’s cock was like a furnace, drawing Haruka in until the scent of him, a heady, intoxicating mix of musk and raw virility, overwhelmed her senses. She couldn’t help herself.

Her inhibitions had long since burned away in the fire of her own lust. Slowly, tentatively, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she made contact with the velvet-soft skin of the glans.

’It’s so warm...’ her mind raced, her tongue darting out to taste the salty, masculine essence of him. ’It tastes like power...’

’It’s not just skin; it feels like living, pulsing marble...’

’The texture is incredible... so smooth yet so firm, with these thick, heavy veins that feel like they’re throbbing right against my tongue.’

’It’s massive... so much bigger than anything Ren could ever offer... It feels like a god’s weapon.’

She began to lick him, her tongue sweeping upward from the base to the very tip, trying to savor every millimeter of the dark, heavy length. She was lost in the sensation, her eyes half closed, her fingers working feverishly between her legs to match the rhythm of her tongue.

’I want to swallow it whole...’ she thought, her saliva slicking the shaft as she worked. ’The weight of it... the sheer presence of it... it’s like it has its own gravity, pulling me in.’

’Every time my tongue slides over the ridge, a jolt of electricity shoots straight to my core.’

’It’s so thick, so much more than a man should be able to hold...’