Chapter 424: 424. She’s Begging Me To Stop, But I Ain’t Stopping Until She Regrets More!**

He gave a sharp, aggressive squeeze that forced a high-pitched whimper from her throat, and he laughed at the sound. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing her heated skin as he began to tease her with cruel, observant comments.

"For someone so obsessed with intellect and strategy, you certainly weren’t thinking clearly when you chose this attire," he whispered, his hands continuing to knead and compress her massive tits with ruthless intent. "These things... they’re practically begging for attention, aren’t they!?"

"It’s so big, so heavy... a distraction for everyone in the Academy!"

"Does Apollo know how much of a distraction you are? Or does he just see the ’Ice Princess’ facade while these lie underneath?"

"S-shut up... just shut up!" Mireya pleaded, her head tossing from side to side.

She felt humiliated by his commentary, her face burning with a feverish blush. Every time she thought he was slowing down, he would increase the pressure, his thumbs grinding into the peaks of her breasts through the lace, turning her cries of protest into breathless, shaky moans.

"Make me, bitch," Rex challenged, his voice a low rumble of pure dominance.

He intensified the assault, his hands working her breasts with a savage, rhythmic tempo that left her struggling to maintain any semblance of resistance. "Tell me to stop again, Mireya!"

"See if it changes a damn thing."

’W-what do I do now...?’ Mireya thought. ’This guy... he wanted to do this right from the start...!’

Rex noticed the way the lace was straining, the fabric groaning under the sheer volume of her breasts and the violence of his grip. A sadistic glint entered his eyes as he realized the bra was no longer serving as a barrier but as an obstacle to his complete domination.

"You know," Rex whispered, his voice laced with a mocking sweetness that set her nerves on edge, "this little scrap of lace is starting to get in my way."

"It’s hiding the view, and frankly, after everything you’ve put me through, you owe me a better look."

"Rex, don’t you dare—!" Mireya started, sensing the shift in his intent, but her warning was cut short.

With a sudden, violent motion, Rex hooked his fingers under the top edge of the bra. He didn’t undo the clasps with any semblance of grace, but he simply yanked them.

The sound of tearing lace and snapping elastic echoed sharply in the soundproofed room. He ripped the garment upward and away, discarding the ruined silk onto the floor like trash.

Suddenly, the cool air hit her skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of his gaze. Mireya’s massive, bare breasts were fully exposed, swaying slightly from the force of his previous movements.

The sight of herself completely uncovered and defenseless before his judging eyes sent a shockwave of vulnerability through her.

"Oops~! It fucking slipped, hahaha!" Rex laughed. "And those nipples can’t lie as good as your mouth right now because they’re hard as fuck!"

"Ah!" she gasped, her eyes widening in pure shock.

Instinctively, she wrenched her arms inward, crossing them tightly over her chest to shield her nakedness. She hunched her shoulders, trying to shrink her body, her knuckles white as she pressed her arms against her skin.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING! S-STOP...!"

The transition from the muffled comfort of the bra to the raw exposure of the air made her feel more naked than she ever thought possible. The shame was instantaneous, a tidal wave that crashed over her pride.

"The bras are in the way, and fuck them!"

"Don’t push your luck...!!!"

"Look at you," Rex teased, leaning back slightly to admire his handiwork, his eyes roaming greedily over the pale, heavy curves peeking through her frantic embrace. "So modest now?"

"Where was this modesty when you were whispering lies about me behind everyone’s backs?"

"REX! I ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND...!"

"I know, I know, so let’s keep this a secret, alright?!" Rex laughed. "And never forget... that this is PUNISHMENT, BITCH!"

The humiliation finally curdled into a sharp, focused rage. Mireya lifted her head, her eyes flashing with a frostier fire than he had seen all night.

The tears were still there, but they were no longer signs of weakness; they were fueled by indignation.

"You animal!" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "You arrogant, brute!"

"You think you can just strip away my dignity whenever you feel insulted?!"

"You think destroying my clothes makes you a winner?!"

She tried to push him back with her elbows since her hands were occupied guarding her chest; her face flushed a deep crimson. "You’re not a conqueror, Rex! You’re just a thief! You steal moments of peace and replace them with this... this chaos!"

Rex only grinned wider, unfazed by her outburst. In fact, the sight of her angry, blushing face only seemed to embolden him.

"A thief? Maybe," he conceded, his hands reaching out once more to pry her arms away from her chest. "But a thief who finally has exactly what he came for."

Rex wasn’t finished playing games. He wanted her centered, visible, and entirely overwhelmed.

Ignoring her indignant shouts, he gripped her waist and forcefully pivoted her on his lap. With a heave of his muscular arms, he swung her around until she was sitting facing him, her knees flanking his hips, her bare, massive breasts thrust forward and vulnerable in the direct line of his gaze.

"Now," Rex growled, his eyes darkening with a primal sort of malice. "Let’s see how much of that ’Ice Princess’ pride remains when I truly take hold of you."

"A-Ahhhh! Noooo!!!"

Before she could draw a breath to retort, he lunged. He didn’t lean in for a kiss, but he descended like a predator striking prey.

’Exposing myself to this type of person... what am I doing?!’ Mireya thought. ’This is a bad idea...! I can’t fight him at all...!’

He captured her left nipple between his lips, but there was no tenderness in the gesture. He sucked with a vacuum-like intensity, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak with a sharp, biting pressure.

"Your nipples are erected and they’re fucking cold like ice, hahaha!" Rex laughed. "Another unique shit I found from a different woman."

"AHHHH! REX!" Mireya shrieked, her head snapping back.

The sensation was a violent collision of excruciating sharpness and a deep, pulsing ache that radiated straight to her womb. It wasn’t a caress, but it was an assault.

As he worked his mouth ruthlessly against her left side, his right hand went to the other side of her nipple that was untouched. His thick fingers clamped around her right nipple, pinching and twisting it with a callous, punishing rhythm.

"It’s so fucking hard and cold like ice cream... it makes me want to suck it even more to make you regret it!" He rolled the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, applying enough pressure to make her wince and gasp simultaneously.

"S-so gross...! Let go...! Ahhhh!!!"

"Hell nah~! If I lick it like this... it will roll all around!"

"Stop! Please, it’s too much! Ahhh!" Mireya’s screams echoed repeatedly against the magical barriers of the room.

"Please stop that right now...! It’s gross...!!!" She was a whirlwind of motion, her hands clutching at his hair to pull him away, then pushing against his shoulders to gain distance, but he was an immovable force.

He ignored her pleas, doubling his efforts. He bit down harder on her left nipple, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh in a way that was borderline sadistic, while his fingers on the right side grew even more aggressive, kneading the surrounding breast tissue with a bruising, heavy hand.

"Look! Look!"

"S-Stoooooooppppp...!"

"Does it hurt, Mireya?" Rex mumbled against her skin, his voice muffled but dripping with triumph. "Good, and it should because this is punishment!"

"Every bite, every pinch... it’s the price for every time you doubted me!"

"AAAHHH! YOU’RE BEING SO CRUEL!" she wailed, her body arching uncontrollably.

The dichotomy of the sensations—the wet, biting heat of his mouth on one side and the dry, crushing friction of his fingers on the other—was shattering her nervous system. She felt like she was being torn apart by two different forces. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

’I-I’m completely unable to stop this guy... if this goes on, I’m gonna have to have sex with him...!’

’THAT ABSOLUTELY CANNOT HAPPEN BECAUSE I WANT IT WITH APOLLO...!!!"

Rex showed no mercy. He transitioned from biting to a heavy, swirling suction that felt like it was trying to pull the very essence out of her, all while his fingers relentlessly tortured her right side.

He was methodical in his aggression, ensuring that neither side of her chest received a moment of respite.

’But how am I going to escape... His power and magic are stronger than mine... There’s no way I can beat him, and it’s going to make it worse if I try to attack...’

"Scream louder!" Rex commanded, pulling back for a split second just to watch her chest heave with frantic breaths before diving back in. "Let the whole inn hear how the great Mireya handles a real man!"

"REX! PLEASE! AHHHH!" Her screams became a continuous, melodic litany of beautiful agony, her eyes fluttering wildly as she surrendered to the sheer, unmitigated violence of his passion.

She was no longer a strategist or a princess, but she was merely a vessel for the tempestuous, vengeful lust of the man currently ravaging her body.

Rex sneered at her tear-streaked face, his expression devoid of any empathy. "Still thinking of a plan, huh?!"

"You’re fucking pathetic," he spat, his voice a low, vicious rasp. "You and Apollo are both the same pathetic little children playing at being important."

"You think your titles and your ’pure’ intentions make you special? They make you targets."

"S-Stop... enough already!"