【Dragon Ball: Satan's Counterattack】(Prologue - Chapter 1)

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【Dragon Ball: Satan's Counterattack】(Prologue)
I transmigrated and became Satan!
Satan! What a majestic name! Fallen Angel! King of Hell! The oldest demon! How cool is that!
But I'm Satan from Dragon Ball!
The world fighting champion who appeared in the Cell Saga, whose fighting power was so weak that even Cell didn't bother to
kill him. He can't use ki or fly; he just happened to be lucky enough to pick up the credit for defeating Cell that Goku and the others didn't want
, thus becoming a comedic character who is the savior of Earth!
His fighting power is less than 200, which is enough to make him a one-man army among humans. But in
the eyes of the Saiyans who can destroy the moon with a single punch and the Earth with a single kick, he's nothing but a fart. His only contribution to the entire Dragon Ball series is giving
birth to a wife for Goku's son, Gohan!
"I don't want such a tragic life! Isn't this a fucking joke?" Satan was furious, but
helpless. He sensed the malice of the god of transmigration.
In the Dragon Ball world, a pure-blooded Earthling, no matter how much training they undergo, can never surpass
those aliens. Even wishing upon Shenron is the same; it's like asking a
bank with supposedly unlimited overdrafts but only 10 billion in assets to lend you a trillion and make you the world's richest person. Shenron
himself has been killed multiple times; asking him to grant you invincible power is a joke.
"Let's see what I can do first!" Satan sorted through his memories.
It was right after the Cell Saga ended, and Satan, by sheer luck, had become Earth's savior. He had garnered countless honors, and numerous Earth's tycoons and kings vied to curry favor with him; Satan was arguably 　　one of the most powerful people
on Earth right now . 　　 "At this stage, even the supporting characters have power levels in the tens of thousands. Even Tien Shinhan or Krillin 　　could easily defeat me with a single punch!" Satan compiled a list of 　　names including Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Trunks, Krillin, Tien Shinhan, and Master Roshi. "All I have left is power 　　and…wealth…" 　　 Satan knew that brute force wouldn't work, so he'd try a different approach: making them 　　his subordinates. The king of Earth is a leader, but his power level is only 5, so the most powerful person is 　　n't necessarily the leader, is they? 　　 "Everyone has weaknesses. Goku is a martial arts fanatic, Vegeta will stop at nothing to become stronger, 　　Gohan is cowardly, afraid of his parents and wife, Master Roshi is a lecherous wolf with a heart but no guts..." Satan looked at 　　the names on the list, making one evil plan after another. He circled one name, "Then 　　let's start with you!" 　　 [Dragon Ball: Satan's Counterattack] (Chapter 1) 　　 "Why?" In a company, a bald, short man angrily yelled at his manager, 　　"Why are you firing me?" 　　 "Look at the reports, Krillin. Your performance this quarter is the worst! And you even injured a client. The company hasn't even 　　asked you for compensation, which is already quite good. Now pack your things and get out!" The manager sneered and kicked Krillin 　　out. 　　 Krillin's eyes were bloodshot. In terms of fighting power, he could turn this respectable manager to ashes with a single breath. 　　 But as a comrade of justice, a hero who saved the earth, he couldn't do that. Clenching his fists, Xiao 　　Lin dejectedly walked out of the company. 　　 Back home, just as he was about to explain to his wife, Android 18, who was lying on the sofa trying on new shoes, that he had lost his 　　job, the newlywed 18 had already tossed out a stack of bills, pointing to a mountain of clothes on the floor, 　　saying, "These are what I wanted. Go pay for them later!" 　　 "200,000!" Xiao Lin nearly fainted. "I don't have that much money!" 　　 "How about I kill that clothing store owner? That way I won't have to pay back the money!" Android 18 suggested. 　　 "No! No! Absolutely not!" Xiao Lin quickly dissuaded him. How could a righteous hero do bad things? 　　"Or we could return the items first..." 　　 "Huh? What did you say?" Android 18 frowned, her murderous intent surging. 　　 Xiao Lin quickly changed his tune, "I'll go earn the money right now!" and dashed out! 　　 ... 　　 "Sigh!" Xiao Lin walked dejectedly down the street, not knowing what to do. 　　 A brand-new, impressive, extended Lincoln suddenly pulled up beside him. The door opened, and a 　　middle-aged man with an afro poked his head out. "Hey! Isn't this the savior, Mr. Kobayashi? What are you doing wandering around the streets alone 　　?" 　　 Kobayashi's mouth dropped open in astonishment at the man in the luxury car. "Satan...Satan!" 　　 He actually held this despicable man, who had hidden in the sidelines during the Cell Games and stolen all the credit for saving the world, in 　　utter contempt. However, since the man was now greeting him politely, he couldn't very well respond with harsh words. He 　　exchanged a few perfunctory remarks, only to be enthusiastically pulled into the car by Satan. 　　 After getting in the car, Satan politely opened a bottle of expensive red wine. "Have a drink first, Mr. Kobayashi! 　　 It seems you have something bothering you. Tell me, without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. If you 　　need any help, please don't hesitate to ask! Don't be shy, we're family!" " 　　 Oh, I can't accept that! Thank you... thank you... then I won't stand on ceremony..." Kobayashi was actually a bit of a 　　drinker, and couldn't handle the hospitality and flattery. He quickly finished his glass, his face flushed. 　　 As the saying goes, men's friendships begin at the dinner table. 　　 After a few drinks, and with Satan's deliberate flattery, Xiaolin had already considered the man in front of her a confidant. 　　She poured out her grievances, "That woman on the 18th, so violent and vain, spends money like water! I just inexplicably 　　lost my job, and she didn't even offer a word of comfort, all she does is spend money… Waaah…" 　　 Satan thought to himself: What do you mean inexplicable? I just made a small request. That client who deliberately provoked you and got beaten up 　　was also my arrangement. However, he remained very polite, showering the man with compliments and making grand 　　promises, "The money is nothing, I'll have someone settle your bill later. Losing your job is no problem, 　　how about becoming a security guard at my company? I'll give you 100,000 a month? No, how about 200,000?"

Xiao Lin was deeply moved upon hearing this. Lacking both education and experience, he had almost been
forced to perform on the streets after being laid off, but luckily he met "the kind-hearted Satan." Fueled by alcohol, Xiao Lin swore he would
work diligently for Mr. Satan. Then he collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.
Satan smiled coldly, making Xiao Lin his subordinate—essentially having a bodyguard with tens of thousands of combat power,
making him fearless on Earth.
However, this was far from enough. Xiao Lin could only protect him, not wholeheartedly serve as his henchman. He did
n't want a bodyguard, but a lackey who would obey any command.
...
"Mr. Satan...this...this month..." Xiao Lin had only been working at Satan's security company for two months,
yet he had already received an advance on next year's salary. This time, he came to the office with a pile of bills, stammering as he approached Satan.
"I know! I'll have my secretary settle your bills!" Satan's expression remained gentle as he took the bills and
offered a few reassuring words.
This made Xiaolin feel even more guilty. He thought that a better job and a higher salary would satisfy No. 18. Who
knew that women are bottomless pits? The more money they have, the faster they spend it. Before, she only spent a few hundred thousand yen a month, but now
No. 18 has already spent nearly 3 million yen in just one month, and it's still going up.
"Thank you! I will definitely work hard to pay it off as soon as possible..." Xiaolin kept bowing and thanking her, which made Satan
feel very satisfied.
Hmph? Work hard? Even if your fighting power is hundreds of times that of mine, you can only owe me money and obediently listen to me
! Hmph! What a super soldier! Satan sneered inwardly, but still smiled. "However, your wife's
extravagant spending is not a good solution!"
"Yes! But what can I do?" Xiaolin sighed.
"How about this, you let her go out and find a job. Maybe she will realize how hard it is to earn money and then she won't
spend money recklessly!" Satan suggested.
"That's right!" Kobayashi admired Satan's wisdom, but immediately added dejectedly, "But she
can't do anything! All she knows is fighting!"
"That won't do. This is a peaceful era, how can we have fighting and killing!" Satan quickly took over the conversation.
"How about this? You can have her work at another company, just say I introduced her. As long as she sits in the office on time,
she doesn't have to do anything, and she'll get the same salary as you every month, how about that?"
Such a good deal? Kobayashi's head shone with excitement, and she readily agreed, feeling even more grateful to Satan. She secretly
vowed to "work"—uh, "work"—for Satan.
"Alright then! Here's the address. Have Number 18 start work tomorrow!" Satan handed Xiaolin a
slip of paper—'Deputy Secretariat, Fuli Group Headquarters'—then stood up. "Now come with me! We have
a client to meet for work!"
Xiaolin took the slip of paper, and upon hearing Satan's mention of "work," his face flushed slightly. These days
, his so-called work consisted of accompanying Satan to nightclubs and hotels to entertain clients.
Thinking of the various beautiful women surrounding him at the tables, the hot-blooded yet henpecked Xiaolin felt his blood boil
; he barely managed to maintain his chastity. Satan's introduction, "Xiaolin is a top martial artist on Earth, no less than himself , and his best friend," filled him with 　　satisfaction and elation
from the adoring eyes of the clients and hostesses . 　　 Looking at Xiaolin's somewhat longing yet hesitant expression, Satan inwardly scoffed: Hmph! It's about to begin 　　! 　　 Number 18! 　　 ... 　　 That's right, from the very beginning, Satan's target wasn't Krillin, but "Android 18." 　　 Satan's choice of Android 18 was carefully considered. The others were too directly connected to Goku's family, 　　and most possessed a strong sense of justice and their own values, making them difficult to win over. Even if Krillin owed Satan 　　a lot of money, he wouldn't become his lackey. 　　 But Android 18 was different. She was an android, newly created, her mind not yet fully mature, easily deceived 　　, and inherently vain and fond of dressing up. Her weaknesses were obvious, while money was Satan's forte. 　　 More importantly, bald Krillin was henpecked. If he could win over Android 18, Krillin would be won over as well 　　. But if he only won over Krillin, a single word from Android 18 would make Krillin betray him. 　　 ... 　　 Android 18 was very distressed; she didn't want to work at all. But after Krillin's persistent pleas, she still came to 　　the company called Fuli Group. 　　 The headquarters of this prestigious corporation lived up to its name—a 300-story building spanning ten miles, its 　　walls gleaming with opulent light. Those who worked there were all incredibly wealthy and powerful; even the toilet cleaners held Harvard doctorates. 　　 Without connections, Number 18 wouldn't even be qualified to clean the toilets. However, the department called the Deputy Secretariat 　　was a peculiar one. Its staff consisted of various pretty faces: mistresses of the Minister of Finance, 　　concubines of the military commander, lovers of the king, and so on. Simply put, it was an extra department where powerful figures kept their mistresses. 　　 The women there were all stunningly beautiful and alluring, yet utterly idle, while their lovers were all extremely powerful, 　　satisfying their desires almost without limit. So, these wealthy women spent their days shopping sprees and flaunting their new 　　clothes and jewelry. One can only imagine what it would be like if Number 18 arrived in such a place. 　　 "Hey country bumpkin, where did you pick up all that cheap stuff from the street stall? I'll have my maid get some too!" 　　 "You lowlife! You don't even have a 50-carat diamond necklace, how dare you sit here?" 　　 "I heard you walked here? Are you a primitive animal? Humans need vehicles to be 　　considered human!" 　　 ...Luckily, Xiaolin had been trying to persuade and guide No. 18's sense of justice at home, and she practically gritted her teeth to avoid 　　unleashing a blast that sent the entire building flying. However, she then began a shopping spree of her own, showing no signs of backing down. Xiaolin 　　's debt instantly increased tenfold. 　　 But with Xiaolin's assets and salary, comparing her wealth to a group of the world's richest people was just humiliating. 　　 Looking at her colleagues' clothes and belongings, any one item was worth more than No. 18's entire fortune.

She was extremely indignant: "How could you all be so rich? Your salaries are the same as mine! How could you
possibly afford such expensive clothes?" Number 18, suppressing her anger, questioned her colleagues in the office, eliciting
bursts of unrestrained laughter.
"Enjoying life on your salary? Haha, that's the biggest joke of the century! Someone teach this little girl
how a woman should earn money!"
"Haven't you heard of the red-light district? If you go there and spend a few nights there, you might earn
back two or three times your salary!"
"Haha, what big shot would come to keep her? A fierce, wild woman..."
"By the way! Did you come here for the salary? If you lick my shoes clean every day, I'll give you five times
your salary!"
Just
as Number 18's rage was about to obliterate half the Earth, a resounding slap landed on
the faces of the women who had mocked her. Satan appeared at the opportune moment and humiliated them severely. "Disappear from my sight!
Otherwise, I'll make you disappear from here forever!"
Number 18 was astonished to see the panicked ladies. Even when she unleashed her killing intent to kill these
women, they had never been this afraid. Was there anything more terrifying than death? What
she didn't understand was that forcing these women, accustomed to wealth and luxury, to leave this place and lose everything
was far more terrifying than killing them. And Satan undoubtedly possessed that power.
However, Number 18 learned a few terms. "What's a red-light district? Can you earn three times the salary there?"
she asked Satan.
Over the past period, through Kobayashi's introduction, Satan also met Android 18. However, for this
android, no amount of flattery was meaningful; she looked down on Satan, an ant, and
giving him money and gifts would only make her despise him even more for his fighting power of less than 200.
"That's not a good place!" Satan feigned reluctance, hesitating to speak, but this only
piqued Android 18's curiosity more.
At her insistence, Satan took her on a "tour" of the red-light district, showing her various sex establishments
.
"Isn't this what Kobayashi and I did in bed? Can you make money from it?" Android 18 pondered
, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't Kobayashi say you can't do it with other people?"
"It's not that you can't! It's just that if people find out you did it with other people, you'll be condemned by society and morality!"
Satan began to maliciously misinterpret the situation.
"Social and moral condemnation? Just kill anyone who dares to condemn it!" Number 18 was disdainful of this
, but she instinctively felt a sense of disgust towards prostitution. "How much do these women earn?"
"They work with strangers they don't know, and their monthly income is probably at most one-fifth of yours!" Satan
cleverly used the word "stranger" in his answer.
"Those women in the office dare to lie to me! They said they'd earn several times my salary!" Number 18 sneered
.
"That's true. If the women here are kept by acquaintances, and those acquaintances are rich,
they can get much more than that every month!" Satan continued to use words to entice her. "In fact,
most of the women in the office are also kept by acquaintances, and that's where they earn the most!"
"I see!" Number 18 suddenly understood, and then asked proactively, "How much does being kept cost?" "
First, it depends on how well you know the person keeping you; second, it depends on how much money the person keeping you has!" Satan's
lips curled into an evil sneer. "For example, you see, you and Kobayashi also do that kind of sex, and you're the closest to him
, so if Kobayashi were to support you, you could probably get a maximum of 200,000 a month."
Android 18 frowned, probably thinking it was too little. She quickly thought of the people she knew; Goku and his group
were all poor bastards, living off their wives. The only other acquaintance she knew was this Satan. "What if it
were you?"
She'd taken the bait! Satan suppressed his excitement and patiently said, "We're acquaintances, and I
'm one of the richest people on Earth. You could probably get 100 million a month..."
Android 18 immediately raised an eyebrow, clearly tempted by the figure.
"...Up to 1 billion!" Satan, seeing the temptation wasn't enough, immediately raised the price.
"Then you'll take care of me!" Thinking of the disgusting, vain faces of the women in the office, Number 18 made up
her mind. Then, as if remembering something, she added viciously, "If you dare let anyone
know, I'll kill you and everyone who knows!"
Satan laughed. Could she really say no?
"By the way. 100 million to 1 billion? Why such a big difference? Ten times?" Number 18 was puzzled
.
"It depends on the amount of exercise. Less exercise means less money. More exercise in bed each month means more salary
!" Satan explained wickedly.
...
"Xiao Lin, today you're in charge of entertaining the military logistics minister of the Shabi Kingdom. Make sure he's well entertained, no
turning back until they're drunk, understand? I won't be going today, I'm going to eat."
Satan sat in a suite on one floor of the Fuli Group, watching Number 18 taking a shower in the bathroom, suppressing
his immense excitement as he gave Xiao Lin a task that would keep him busy all day, making sure he was "busy" to the point of dizziness
.
Because today, there was a "meal" he had been cooking for a long time, a meal he could finally enjoy.
From deliberately inciting Android 18's vanity and competitive spirit by placing Krillin under his nose, to introducing a distorted view
of making money through sugar daddies, Satan had gone to great lengths. And today, he could finally get his wish.
He was keeping Android 18 as his sugar daddy. This was the excitement countless Dragon Ball fans had dreamed of!
Android 18, naked after her bath, walked out without any embarrassment.
Androids are created according to the perfect human body, and Android 18's body was well-proportioned and shapely.
Her breasts were of a suitable size and stood upright, her lower body was white and smooth, and her pink slit was tightly closed, without a single stray hair.
Satan was so excited that he almost had a nosebleed, but he was very careful. He knew that the closer he got to success...
He had to be extra careful; if Number 18 changed her mind at the last minute and punched him, he'd be finished.
Number 18 was somewhat confused at this moment, but while showering in the bathroom, she smelled a strange fragrance that
made her feel very relaxed and even more aroused, her fair and delicate skin glowing with a lovely rosy color.
Guided by the fragrance, an instinct emanated from deep within her body, and sparks of desire burned within her,
her initial resistance slowly dissipating...
Satan saw Number 18's slightly confused expression, gently walked over, and casually put his arm around her delicate, fragrant shoulder.
"You were so beautiful the first time, how about this as a special bonus, I'll give you 100 million, and then I'll
personally take you shopping in the VIP area of the lavish building, what do you say?"
Under the dual temptation of a large sum of money and mysterious fragrance, Number 18 relaxed, letting Satan push her
down onto the large bed, and then staring straight at him.
Although Number 18 was married to Xiaolin, they had very little sex. Xiaolin was the kind of
novice who only read erotic books; how much sexual knowledge could he possibly teach her?
Satan, on the other hand, was incredibly powerful and had fought countless women, possessing vast sexual experience. Seeing
Number 18 staring wide-eyed, bewildered yet with her legs tense, he understood. He chuckled inwardly, "Consider it
another virginity! Let Lord Satan teach you what love is!"
Satan removed his robe and knelt naked on the bed, covering Number 18's eyes with a white towel. For
a woman, being blind is a form of self-deception, reducing her guilt for betraying Xiaolin. It
also enhances her tactile sensitivity.
Blinded, Number 18 relaxed considerably, and under the influence of the aphrodisiac scent, her muscles
loosened.
Satan's rough hands began to roam over Number 18's muscular body, starting from her fingers, toes, and hair, gently
caressing her from the edges to her most sensitive areas, from light to heavy, lightly brushing over every inch of her soft skin, all the while observing
Number 18's reaction.
After a light, feather-like sweep, Satan had already identified Number 18's erogenous zones. He then
leaned down and kissed Number 18's swan-like neck, his hands
gently massaging her armpits. After this series of flirtatious techniques, Number 18's body gradually flushed red and began to stir restlessly.
Seizing the opportunity, Satan's thick, long tongue moved upwards and took her translucent earlobe into his mouth, while his hands simultaneously
moved from her sensitive armpits to her firm breasts.
"Mmm..." Number 18's two sensitive areas were attacked, and the stimulation from the aphrodisiac caused her to let out her
first soft moan, then, as if realizing what was happening, she bit her lip to suppress it.
"Hmph! You can't stand it!" Satan's hands simultaneously targeted the two pink buds at the tips of her breasts,
kneading and pulling them incessantly. His large mouth also completely enveloped Number 18's small ear, licking and sucking wantonly, making a sizzling
sound.
Number 18's body writhed even more violently, her hands clenched tightly, the power contained within them enough to
kill Satan with a single punch at any moment, but she could only writhe helplessly like a fish pulled ashore.
Satan opened his mouth and moved downwards, taking Number 18's entire right breast into his mouth.
Her delicate breast was like a delicious delicacy, being devoured and savored at will. His large mouth slowly released the breast, finally taking a bite of the nipple, slowly
stretching and sucking it, elongating Number 18's beautiful breast into a pointed bamboo shoot. His left hand gently kneaded Number 18's right breast like dough
, transforming her beautiful breast into various strange shapes.
He rhythmically pulled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, coordinating with his mouth and tongue to ignite Number 18's burning desire.
"Mmm..." Number 18's beautiful moans reached Satan's ears again, and at the same time, the girl's body began
to tremble and writhe uncontrollably, her entire body flushed crimson. Lust had begun to erode her reason.
Having only made love with Kobayashi, she couldn't withstand Satan's refined techniques.
Satan's hands and tongue continued to arouse Number 18's passion, brazenly fondling her upper
body. Then, he parted her hairy thighs and slowly straddled her, gradually allowing
physical contact to allow her to adjust to the touch.
The soft, fuzzy body hair brushed against her smooth skin, and the unfamiliar, swollen penis swept across her plump mons pubis.
It was a sensation completely different from Kobayashi's. Number 18 seemed to know her fate, nervously rubbing
her legs together, a wetness spreading from her lower body.
Seeing this, Satan knew the time was ripe. His left hand and large mouth continued their relentless assault on Number 18's full
breasts, while his right hand slid down from her breasts, circling her smooth abdomen twice before directly probing into her gradually moistening
vulva.
Satan's large fingers moved with incredible agility, kneading and pressing the pink, mysterious area, gradually relaxing the still tightly closed gate. Then, he spread two fingers, probing between her thick labia, 　　finding the mysterious clitoris
above , and gently pressing it! 　　 "Ah..." Number 18's reaction this time was even more intense, almost as if she had jumped up in fright. 　　 Satan didn't let up, pressing his entire body down on Number 18. He pressed his advantage, 　　pinching her clitoris with two fingers, squeezing and kneading it with delicate yet resolute force, while intensifying the massage of her breasts. 　　 Never before had Number 18 experienced such terrifying techniques from Kobayashi. Her body turned completely rose-colored, 　　she was sweating profusely, trembling with excitement, her mouth open to the sky, breathing heavily, emitting 　　moans that were both plaintive and ethereal. 　　 With a "smack," Satan released Number 18's firm breasts, her nipples, now the size of grapes, trembling 　　and resisting the temptation. Satan leaned down, his left hand taking over, forcefully kneading her clitoris 　　, while his right index finger slowly massaged the walls of her labia minora. Then, amidst Number 18's continuous moans, he slowly penetrated 　　her deep, moist honey pot. 　　 "Ah...no...don't..." In a daze, Number 18's honeypot welcomed its first 　　guest other than Kobayashi. Although it was only a finger, it made her feel somewhat uneasy. 　　 But then, Satan hooked his finger and quickly pressed lightly on a mysterious protrusion on the inner wall of her honeypot.

In an instant, all of Number 18's reason crumbled.
A higher level of pleasure descended from the heavens, like an irresistible flood. Number 18 squeezed her legs together
, her body tense, letting out a high-pitched, sharp moan. A gush of fluid gushed from the depths of her honeypot, followed by a
series of spasms. As Satan's hands rubbed rapidly inside her honeypot, she
convulsed rapidly like a puppet being manipulated. The intense pleasure propelled her to orgasm after orgasm, her mind
blank. It was an extreme orgasm she had never experienced before.
Kobayashi was a henpecked husband, and equally henpecked in bed, always trembling with fear of making a mistake, so naturally he could never
give her such extreme pleasure. Number 18, experiencing her first orgasm, was lost in the moment, chasing after the pleasure in Satan's hands,
releasing a glistening, delicious liquid.
"You can eat now!" In the instant that Number 18 relaxed, Satan parted her legs with his right hand, straightened
his already erect penis with his left, and thrust it forcefully into her muddy, wet opening, penetrating deeply into her
exquisite honey pot that no one but Kobayashi had ever entered before.
"Finally, I've fucked you!" With the help of the wetness and relaxation from her orgasm, Satan's entire enormous penis plunged completely
into Number 18's vagina, even reaching the depths of her cervix that Kobayashi's short penis had never reached.
The terrifying tightness and slipperiness inside Number 18's body brought Satan unparalleled pleasure and supreme
ecstasy. He no longer cared; Number 18 had lost her virginity, and there was no going back. She could only end up
as his plaything.
"Serves you right for looking down on me! Now you're obediently letting me fuck you!" Satan grinned maliciously, hoisting No. 18's long
, slender legs onto his shoulders and pressing his entire body down on her, almost folding her legs in half to touch her breasts. Then,
he lifted No. 18's pert buttocks and thrust wildly with all his might, each time half-exiting and fully plunging in, brutally and roughly
ravaging No. 18's tender vagina. Like a pile driver fiercely pounding on No. 18's muscular body, each
wild thrust brought forth a spray of glistening water and a slapping sound.
Before the peak of her orgasm had even subsided, No. 18 was immediately subjected to Satan's fierce whipping, the pleasure instantly
spreading from her still-lingering vagina throughout her body, the stimulation rushing straight to her brain. Under the wild and powerful impact of the man who didn't belong to her husband
, No. 18 was quickly brought to a new round of orgasm.
"Ah...ah...mmm..." She moaned unconsciously, as if completely out of her mind,
passively enduring the man's thrusts. Her tight, alluring vagina instinctively began to writhe and suck,
adapting to Satan's thrusts to create even more comfortable sensations for both of them.
Satan's frenzied thrusts sent Number 18 to another peak of climax. He then stepped back slightly, maintaining his rapid
thrusting, and simultaneously gripped Number 18's proud, erect breasts with both hands. He leaned down and kissed Number 18's
red lips.
Kissing is one of the most intimate ways between lovers. At first, Satan was afraid that the taste of his mouth would irritate Number 18,
so he hadn't kissed her. But now, Number 18, who was so lost in his thrusts, wouldn't care even if she kissed a dog
. For a woman, once there's a first time, there's a second…
In the throes of orgasm, Number 18 offered no resistance, brazenly entwining her lips with his, letting Satan savor
the sweetness in her mouth, unconsciously swallowing his masculine saliva,
kissing him like a couple deeply in love.
Her tender lower body was mercilessly thrust into, her beautiful breasts were wantonly kneaded by Satan, and even her beautiful mouth was
possessively tasted by him. Number 18, at this moment, had lost all the majesty of Earth's strongest female warrior; she had completely succumbed
to lust.
Under Satan's skillful thrusting, Number 18 once again convulsed and released her vaginal fluid. Before she could even catch her
breath, Satan grabbed her shoulders and forcefully turned her face down, then grabbed her
slender waist and pulled her up into a doggy-style position. With a thrust of his hips, his penis plunged deeply into
Number 18's honeypot, squeezing out a stream of white fluid.
For men, the rear-entry position gives them a sense of conquest, like being fucked like a dog. It's not just penetration, it's the real
feeling of being fucked. The woman, with her back to the man, can't see him, feels completely insecure, and can only helplessly be fucked and ravaged
.
Satan gripped Number 18's waist tightly with both hands, swinging his hips majestically like a victorious knight,
slamming heavily against Number 18's pert buttocks with a 'slap slap slap' sound. Looking at Number 18's beautiful, smooth
back and petite, shapely buttocks from behind, Satan's penis suddenly swelled even more, thrusting in forcefully, deeply
impacting Number 18's clitoris, then withdrawing, bringing out a ring of white foam, making his monstrous penis slick
and shiny. Number 18's poor, cruelly ravaged vagina could only helplessly
protest with a series of soft, squelching sounds…
That night, Satan varied his methods, relentlessly fucking Number 18 like a doll, in formal, seated
, rear-entry positions… fucking Number 18 until she was dying and coming back to life. Finally, as her cervix opened wide at orgasm, he forcefully
pressed his penis against her vulva and ejaculated into her uterus.
After resting, he continued with the next round.
"One hundred million yuan! Is your pussy made of diamonds? Number 18!" Satan
slapped the girl's buttocks hard as he rode her. "I'll fuck you to death!"
"Ah...ah...what? Again...I want more...fuck me harder..."
Number 18, experiencing the ultimate pleasure of sex for the first time, was still not out of ecstasy, shouting wildly in a daze.
Meanwhile, bald Xiaolin was loudly shouting "drink, drink!" among a group of dancers and customers, completely unaware
that his wife was being wildly fucked and moaning beneath his most respected older brother...

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