I Shall Cuck Everyone

Chapter 372 Seeds Planted

With a sudden thrust, I plunge my dick into Ophelia's pussy in one swift motion, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. She's shockingly tight, almost impossibly so. It feels as though I'm having sex with a virgin. Perhaps it's been centuries since she last had a lover...

I hold myself there, nearly fully buried inside her, her walls gripping my dick tightly. Ophelia covers her face with her hand, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer size of my cock. I can feel the tip pressing against something deep within her—most likely her womb.

Once I sense she has adjusted to my size, I begin to move my hips, setting a measured, deliberate rhythm. Her pussy clings to me with a grip so intense it's nearly overwhelming. The sensations threaten to bring me to the edge and cum far sooner than I would like.

As her body starts to relax and adjust, her pussy loosens slightly, allowing me to move more fluidly. With each thrust, her juices coat my cock, spilling over and soaking both of us. Her hands find their way to my back, stroking me tenderly, and soon our lips lock in a heated kiss as I continue plowing into her without pause.

"Ahn~" Ophelia moans each time I thrust deep, her voice rising with pleasure. Her nails rake lightly across my back, and she kisses me with wild ferocity, though as the intensity of our movements increases, she eventually loses focus. Her lips part, unable to form words, replaced by a series of moans that echo around us.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Her legs fold up into a perfect missionary position, granting me deeper access. I thrust into her with relentless vigor, hitting the very depths of her pussy. She cum several times, her body shaking as she experiences deep, shuddering orgasms. At one point, she squirts, her fluids drenching both of us, but I don't stop. My hand moves to her clit, rubbing it in tandem with my thrusts.

"Ahn~"

"Mmmh~"

"Ouw~"

"H-He managed to defeat you?" he stammers, disbelief flooding his face. Judging by his shock, I can't help but wonder how things might have gone if Ophelia hadn't intentionally let me win. Sure, I could've kept attacking her, but eventually, I'd have run out of energy and stamina.

Once the initial disbelief passes, a look of pride spreads across his face. But Ophelia's next words catch me completely off guard.

"Old Man Duke, before our duel, Jake and I made a bet. If he won, he would impregnate me. If he lost, he would never see my daughter again. Since he won... well, you can guess what's going to happen," she says smoothly, lying through her teeth. Her fabricated story is annoyingly convincing, though I hadn't expected her to reveal this to Old Man Duke. Clever move.

"S-So you're having a child with him?" Old Man Duke stammers, his expression turning several shades of red as his jaw drops further.

"Yes."

"W-What?!" Old Man Duke's face practically explodes with shock. "You... and a man... together?" he sputters, clearly struggling to process her words.

He clutches at his chest, his hand pressing against it as though trying to steady his heart. "Jake, I swear you're going to be the death of me. You keep planting your seeds everywhere! I never, not even in my wildest dreams, imagined something like this could happen between you two. Now, what are you going to tell Zella?"

"What are you talking about? What aren't you telling me?"

The familiar voice cuts through the room like a blade, freezing us all. I turn to see Zella, who has just teleported into the throne room, carrying Xander in her arms. Her piercing gaze lock

s onto us, her face twisted in a deep scowl.

Fuck.