Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 680 Begging, Forgotten Realization

Isaac would have liked to claim an easy win, but Catherine was skilled. Shamefully skilled. Within a minute the heat coiling at the base of his spine threatened to snap.

He activated Life Drain skill on himself, altering the effect through evolved Aura so it targeted his own reproductive organs and locked away any chance of release. His shaft twitched violently inside her mouth, aching, but nothing came.

Catherine's eyes curved with quiet amusement. She knew he was cheating and had already guessed how. In answer she released her own pheromones, layering fresh aphrodisiac pressure into the already saturated air.

Isaac answered by turning telekinesis into her folds. He altered the skill the same way, letting himself feel the warm, slick folds as clearly as if his fingers were inside her. Soft pressure stroked her clit in slow circles, teased the entrance, never quite giving her enough.

Her warm breath cascaded over his shaft as she continued to suck.

Celia stirred. She pushed herself up on one arm, leaned in, and kissed Isaac deeply. At the same time she caught his free hand and guided it between her own thighs, silently asking. He obliged without breaking the kiss, sliding two fingers into Celia while the telekinetic touch kept working Catherine.

The three of them stayed locked in that depraved rhythm. Catherine's mouth was wet and relentless, Celia rocked against his hand with soft, broken sounds, and Isaac's altered senses flooded with the heat of both women.

Both Catherine and Isaac reached the edge at nearly the same moment.

Isaac's hand shot out, tangled in Catherine's hair, and forced her down until the head of his shaft punched into her throat. He came hard, pulse after thick pulse flooding her. Catherine made sharp, choked noises around him; he held her there until every last drop was spent.

Only then did he let her pull back.

Both of them were breathing hard.

"Haah… haah… you won. I guess I can't win against big sis. Since I lost, I'll apologize. I'm sorry," Isaac said with a smile.

There was no victory in Catherine's eyes. She bit her lower lip, looking almost vulnerable. Isaac had stopped the telekinetic stimulation the instant she was about to peak. Again. He had done it so many times that the denied pleasure was driving her toward the edge of sanity.

Her hand remained wrapped around his shaft, which was already hardening once more.

"What is it? Is there something more?" Isaac asked.

Hesitation lingered in Catherine's eyes. Normally she would have played coy without effort. Right now, she clearly understood this was another way for him to trample her pride, so she could not fall back on the usual teasing, or the soft begging she sometimes allowed herself. Perhaps the lingering aphrodisiacs had simply stripped away her ability to act, leaving only the real, stubborn pride that refused to plead.

"Don't tease her like that," Celia murmured from the side. Her back arched sharply as another climax rolled through her; she collapsed against Isaac's chest afterward, arms looping loosely around his neck, still trembling.

Isaac stroked Celia's hair with idle affection and kept his gaze fixed on Catherine.

"Beg for it," he said.

Catherine's lips twitched into a faint smile, still trying to hold the high ground.

"Is it a roleplay?" she asked, teasingly.

"Yes. So get on your knees and beg for it while bowing your head," Isaac answered, smiling.

"You are such a bastard," Celia muttered against his neck, punctuating the words with slow licks and open-mouthed kisses along his nape.

Isaac only continued petting her hair and watched Catherine in silence.

She stood. Without another glance she walked toward the bathroom.

"Since we're done, let's bathe and go to sleep," she said evenly.

Isaac felt no disappointment. The refusal only made the dark little spark in his chest burn brighter. There would have been no fun in an easy surrender. Resistance was the entire point.

He gathered Celia into his arms and carried her after Catherine. Inside the bathroom the intended bath lasted less than a minute. Isaac lifted one of Celia's legs high against his hip and drove into her again.

"Hnn… ahh… hiik…"

She moaned brokenly against his shoulder while he fucked her in short, deep thrusts. They came together; the moment the last pulse left him he pulled free, turned her, and guided her mouth down onto his shaft, fucking her throat until she was gasping and drooling.

By the end Celia was completely spent. Her lifeforce had dipped dangerously low, yet her expression remained soft and satisfied.

"Thank you. Tonight was the best," she whispered, kissing him once.

Then her eyes closed and she drifted off.

Isaac carried her out, cleaned the room himself—he had already used through too many skills in the spatial domain to risk creating a clone—and laid her carefully on the bed.

Catherine was still inside the bathroom. His command had long since expired. Alone, she would almost certainly be trying to ease the ache with her own fingers.

Isaac chuckled under his breath. It would do her no good. For Celestial Kitsune, 'self care'—even with toys—felt like nothing more than ordinary massage. He knew the frustration intimately. Catherine would find no real relief. Eventually she would have to come to him.

'She can probably hold out a day or two. After that though… let's see how long this lasts,' he thought with a chuckle.

A small part of him had worried she might simply push him down the moment the skill ended. Her base stats were higher; inside the spatial domain he could not maintain every buff indefinitely. Yet she had not done it. Pride would not allow her to take what she wanted by force. Tomorrow she would almost certainly start trying to seduce him instead, maneuvering until he was the one who begged.

Isaac smiled. Breaking that pride was going to be enjoyable.

He settled onto the bed with Celia tucked against him and let sleep take him. Only then did one earlier detail surface.

He had spoken aloud at the beginning about the dream of Catherine showing him his master's mouth wrapped around his shaft.

'Did she hear that?'

A cold flicker of worry cut through the afterglow.

'Doesn't this mean both of us are getting killed tomorrow?'

He forced the thought down. If Eleanor had overheard, something would already have happened. Besides, they were inside someone else's house; she wouldn't be watching right now.

Probably.