The answer was self-evident.
With a particularly deep thrust into her drenched pussy, Frey elicited a high, feminine scream from the blonde, her voice trembling with overstimulation.
Anyone who saw him in that moment—his form, his presence—would be left breathless, with a single word echoing in their minds:
'Beautiful.'
His skin was like polished pearl—milky white, smooth, flawless. Not a single scar, not even the tiniest blemish marred his body. His eyes, twin rubies, burned with a deep crimson hue, shimmering with the intensity of a jewel yet alive with fire. His lips were lush and pink, the kind that invited kisses without a word, and his hair—cut just around the ears—was silver, like snow lit by moonlight. It swayed gently with every breath of wind, soft and silky, the kind of hair one could run their fingers through forever.
But it wasn't just the individual traits that made Frey so captivating—it was the harmony between them. Every feature sat exactly where it should have. The golden ratio. A face that seemed destined from birth to seduce and conquer the hearts of women across the seas.
And beneath that angelic face was a body that spoke of tireless effort. His muscles weren't bulky but defined—chiseled through dedication, not vanity.
There was strength in him and, more importantly, discipline. He wasn't some lazy pretty boy resting on natural gifts. He had earned everything—and it showed. One look at him, one touch, and any woman would know: 'he was worth surrendering to.'
It wouldn't be strange for a woman to make such a decision at first sight.
In fact, it would be inevitable.
But, even with all that said… there was one feature of Frey's that deserved more attention than any other.
The true reason these women lost control.
"Ahh— I-I'm cumming…! I'M CUUUUUUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!"
A woman's scream tore through the air as if trying to pierce the heavens themselves.
Her entire body trembled for seconds, twitching uncontrollably in the aftermath of a powerful climax.
And then, with a slick, sticky sound—like something viscous stretching between them—Frey slowly began to pull his cock back. Just moments ago, there had been no space between their hips, but now the distance gradually widened.
—SLURPSH!
"Ahhn"
Just before the moan escaped Stussy's lips, it emerged.
From the very center of her soft, curvaceous ass—it appeared, in full glory: Frey's monstrous, glistening thick cock.
A beast of a weapon. It stood proud, the tip arched high enough to nearly brush against his belly button, its girth near unimaginable.
The shaft was thick, nearly 8 centimeters in diameter, its dark hue a result of the countless women it had conquered, stained with the heat of lust and the burn of countless love juices.
The ridge at the tip swelled even larger than the shaft, laced with pulsing veins that ran the full length of his fuck meat. It was a weapon forged through desire, and once buried in any woman, it promised climax even without a single thrust.
His balls, two firm orbs hanging beneath the shaft, matched the size and scale of that brutal organ.
They had already pumped out an obscene amount of cum over the last few hours, and yet, they remained swollen, heavy, ready to produce more.
Frey's stamina was far beyond any normal human; no, it was something beyond what mortals could comprehend.
Ingnall Frey's face, so beautiful it could be mistaken for that of a delicate woman, was a stark contrast to the raging god-spear hanging between his thighs.
A divine contradiction.
That proud dick, still drenched in a thick layer of steaming love juice, twitched upward, slick with juices, scattering mist into the air like a radiant white aura.
It was a sight of total domination, proof of his conquests, and a warning of his endless hunger.
"HUff… Haa…"
Even as her breath trembled in the aftermath of her mind-blowing climax, Stussy moved fast.
Despite having just been pushed over the edge, she flipped onto her back, grabbed her knees, and spread her leaking pussy wide open.
Her swollen, flushed sex—red with arousal—opened and closed hungrily, almost twitching with desire. Her eyes, wet with need, locked onto Frey, her expression a silent, desperate plea:
"Please! Put it back in."
There was no pride in her gaze, only submission and longing. She needed him.
All of him.
Frey smiled softly, a gentle warmth that almost betrayed the beast beneath. With grace, he paused his attention on Olvia and Robin and turned to Stussy.
His hands reached for her narrow waist, gripping it with ease. The head of his pulsing dick—throbbing with lust—pressed against her drenched cunt once more.
That was all it took.
Like a jolt of lightning, Stussy's entire body snapped—
ZUUUUUPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!
"HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNN~!!"
Just as before—a single thrust.
Total Domination.
Her body convulsed again. Sweat sprayed from her pale, flawless skin. Her voice burst into the air, unable to contain the explosion of pleasure tearing through her.
Her inner walls, grateful for the return of their master, squeezed him tight, milking him, worshipping him, like a Queen kneeling before her KING.
And yet… Frey wasn't a man satisfied by just one thrust.
"—Ngh"
Once.
"—Ahh Hnn"
Twice.
"Huff~"
Three times.
He started slow. Deliberate. Letting her feel every vein, every twitch, every stretch.
Then—he unleashed.
His pace surged like a storm, hammering into her pussy with a rhythm that defied reason.
And Stussy. Well, her mind flew somewhere higher than the clouds. She wasn't just moaning anymore, she was screaming, eyes rolling, back arching, body consumed.
"AAAAAaaaaHHHHhhhaaaaaahHHHHHNNNnnn~!!"
Sweat dripped from her entire body, glistening in the air like summer rain. Her semi-long golden hair whipped around wildly, strands sticking to her neck and shoulders.
Stussy wasn't just a lover—she was one of Frey's first companions. She'd been with him before his Harem kingdom had even been a dream.
Alongside Olvia and Robin, she was one of the original women who had seen the birth of an empire. Because of that, she was hailed and revered across the female-dominant population of the nation they built.