Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 106: The power of curse, lost mind



"Master, please, Sini can't take any more... Please, give it to Sini..." Tears streamed down Sini's face as she weakly pleaded with John.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he straightened up, driving into her with even more force.

"Ah... Master, it's too intense..." Sini's mouth hung open, feeling that same overwhelming sensation from earlier when John had lifted her up, pushing deep inside her.

This time, though, it didn't last as long. A rush of heat flooded through her, making her body shudder uncontrollably. She opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out, as the intense pleasure surged through her once again, reaching the peak together with John.

"Ah!" A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips. Completely drained, she collapsed onto the bed, her eyes glazed over as she gazed up at John. In a weak voice, she murmured, "Master, Sini can't go on... Go find Tracy."

John looked down at Sini, who lay there so fragile and obedient. His heart ached for her, and he didn't want to leave her side. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling her into his arms and whispered gently, "There's no rush, I'll stay with you a little longer."

"Mmm..." Sini replied faintly, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she nestled against John's chest. Before long, her breathing slowed, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

It utterly exhausted from the string of climaxes.

John watched her, her sweet, serene expression only fueling the flames of desire within him. It was as if the fox curse was flaring up again!

Ever since the attributes had merged, everything from The World of Gods had followed him into the real world.

Including the fox curse.

He struggled to suppress the rising lust inside him. He didn't want to disturb Sini any further.

Fortunately, Tracy had already logged out some time ago.

John kissed Sini's forehead, carefully tucked her in, and hastily left the room.

He knew that if he stayed a moment longer, he wouldn't be able to control himself.

In Tracy's bedroom.

She was dressed in a soft nightgown, cuddling a cute stuffed animal as she sat against the headboard, lost in thought.

Then, the door creaked open.

Tracy's expression was a mix of nervousness and anticipation as she looked toward the door.

John entered, completely naked, his body taut with tension, and his desire visibly intense. Tracy swallowed hard at the sight.

She feels a strange blend of eagerness and fear.

"Wait, old man, is it happening again?" Tracy finally noticed the pained expression on John's face, realizing he was fighting to keep something under control.

John nodded, staring intensely at her, struggling to stay conscious. He asked, "I might lose control. Can you handle it?"

Tracy's body trembled with fear; she knew all too well how overwhelming John's strength could be, having nearly passed out several times before.

But seeing the pain on his face, she didn't hesitate. She nodded and said, "Old man, I can." As she spoke, she began to reach for the hem of her nightgown to take it off.

But John was already there in an instant, roughly tearing the fabric away. He grabbed her delicate ankle, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and without warning, thrust deeply into her.

"Ah..." Tracy cried out, the sudden, tearing pain between her legs making tears stream down her face.

John was far more brutal than ever before, but she didn't complain. She allowed him to use her as he wished.

She knew this wasn't really John's intent; the fox curse was taking over, causing him to lose control, leaving him to act on pure, primal instinct.

His hands found her breasts, roughly squeezing and molding them into various shapes.

Tears flowed from Tracy's eyes as she whimpered in pain, trying to reach through to him. "Old man, please, not so rough... it hurts..."

But John didn't respond. He continued to thrust relentlessly.

Tracy's cries filled the room as her body shook violently, her voice a mix of moans and pleas for mercy.

Despite the pain, the rough treatment ignited a twisted sense of pleasure within her, a sensation that was as addictive as it was agonizing.

She looked up at John's tortured expression, his face a mask of inner conflict. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall, surrendering herself entirely to him.

...

"Old man, please... I can't take any more, please, give it to Tracy... Tracy can't take it anymore..." The relentless pounding had her on the edge of breaking, her body teetering between ecstasy and agony. The pleasure, intertwined with pain, overwhelmed her senses.

Her skin was covered in red marks from where John had grabbed and squeezed her. She had nearly blacked out several times, only to be pulled back by the searing pain.

"Old man, it's too much... You're going to break me... Please, stop hurting Tracy..." Her voice was hoarse, reduced to desperate cries for mercy.

But John kept going, shifting her into different positions, mercilessly taking out his

frustrations on her body.

It went on for a full two hours, during which Tracy pleaded for relief. Finally, John reached his

first climax.

A surge of burning, overwhelming heat flooding into her.

Tracy's eyes widened, her mouth opening as she gasped for air, her hands clutching the sheets, and liquid continuously leaking from her body. She let out a long, drawn-out moan. "Old man, are you back to yourself? Tracy... really can't take anymore..." she called out weakly, hoping to bring John back to his senses.

The intense climax brought John some clarity. As he noticed the red marks he had left on Tracy's skin, he was filled with guilt. "Tracy, does it hurt a lot?" he asked, his voice heavy with

regret.

Seeing that he had regained some control, Tracy managed a smile. She gently caressed his cheek, trying to soothe him. "It doesn't hurt at all. In fact, it's a feeling that only you can give me, and Tracy loves it..."

Her soft, hoarse voice only reignited the fire within John. Instead of calming down, his desire grew even more intense.

Pain etched on his face, he tried to suppress it, saying, "Tracy, you should go find Sini. I need to be alone for a while."

"Old man, you still haven't calmed down?" Tracy gulped, fear creeping into her voice as she saw the torment in John's expression. She couldn't bear to see him suffer.

John, now almost delirious, urgently said, "Go, now."

But Tracy shook her head firmly. "I want to help you, old man."

Ignoring the discomfort in her own body, she struggled to sit up on the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Tentatively, she lowered her face toward his erect length.

Sini had taught her how, but Tracy had always been too shy and traditional to try it.

Now, seeing John in such pain, she couldn't hold back.

"Old man, Tracy loves you," she whispered before opening her mouth and taking him in

deeply.

John's body tensed as she began, her every movement sending waves of pleasure through

him.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, her eyes wide with pain as she struggled to keep up.

John's last remnants of sanity vanished. He gripped Tracy's head tighter, forcing himself further down her throat, not stopping until he was deep inside.

Tracy's tears flowed freely as she shook her head, gagging and moaning with each thrust.

She pushed against John's legs, desperately trying to free herself, but she was trapped.

John, lost to his desire, only focused on the intense pleasure. He kept thrusting, going deeper with each movement, reaching the back of her throat and beyond.

Tracy nearly passed out several times, but she held on, enduring it all. Her eyes, now filled with pleading, looked up at him, silently begging for mercy.

...

After what felt like an eternity—more than half an hour-John finally reached his limit. A powerful release surged through him.

And Tracy's eyes widened in shock. Her throat reflexively swallowed, but she soon began to choke, coughing violently as tears streamed down her face. She looked up at John, shaking her head, her expression one of pain and disbelief.

Huh...

Choke...

Finally, she managed to break free from his grasp, gasping for breath, her chest heaving as

she coughed uncontrollably.

"Old man, do you feel better now?" she asked softly, seeing that John had regained some

control.

The malevolent force within John had finally dissipated, and he exhaled deeply in relief, thankful that he hadn't pushed Tracy past her breaking point.

He pulled Tracy into his arms, gently stroking the red marks on her skin, and said

apologetically, "Next time, make sure to resist."

"I don't want to," Tracy gazed at John with a soft, dreamy expression and whispered, "It would break your heart if you knew. But if you like it when I resist, I can do that too."

John felt even more tenderness for her. He kissed her cheek and said, "Get some rest. You've

had a tough night."

Tracy glanced at John's still-aroused state and swallowed hard. She wanted to help him, but her body was sore, and her mouth was numb, leaving her with no strength to try anything

more.

"Old man, maybe you should go into The World of Gods and find Anna and the others," she suggested, trying to come up with a solution for him.

"No need. I'd rather stay here with you," John replied, shaking his head. As long as the curse didn't flare up again, he could manage to control himself.

Tracy leaned against John's chest and said, "Then go to Sini's room."

John nodded. When they entered Sini's room, she was still fast asleep, exhausted from the night before.

Despite everything, the commotion hadn't disturbed her slumber, showing just how tired she

really was.

Content with both of them by his side, John soon drifted off to sleep, accompanied by the soft

sounds of their breathing.

...

It was noon by the time John woke up the next day. With the tender care of Tracy and Sini, he

got dressed and then logged into The World of Gods.

The three of them appeared in Death Land.

The sounds of training filled the air, indicating that everything was running smoothly.

The newly added Undying Army, the beast horde, and the elves were all under Ada's

command, training diligently.

After greeting everyone, John left Death Land with Sini and Tracy to continue leveling up.

The two women had reached level 70 and above. At this rate, they would hit level 100 and go through their fourth class advancement within a week.

However, John's own level progression had slowed significantly. Despite killing so many beasts and demon soldiers, he had only reached level 102.

Once he hit the fourth tier, the experience required to level up became a staggering 6 million

points.

Even so, his level was still far ahead of the second-ranked player on the leaderboard, Butcher.

John checked the leaderboard and noticed that Dark Angel had reappeared on the list.

Now he at level 76, sitting in tenth place.

The SSS-grade experience boost talent was indeed powerful. Despite being hunted by Ritchie's men for half a month, Dark Angel had managed to catch up.

John suspected that the Mike White Family might have had a hand in this.

Ding!

Suddenly, John received a private message from Ritchie.

Ritchie: "Boss, a lot of real-world factions are investigating you. I have a feeling they might

try something crazy. Are you sure you don't want to make a move against the Mike White

Family in the real world?"

It was the most effective way he could think of to shift the focus away from himself.