Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Chapter 475: So Weird

The risky, thrilling scene unfolds without Ivy noticing.

By now, Harry and Margaret have already tidied up the “crime scene,” pretending to be busy cooking. Everything appears normal.

“Mom? Do we have any fruit? I’m thirsty. I want an apple~~ If there are cherries, even better!~~” Ivy coquettishly calls out to the kitchen again.

“Yes… We do… Let me wash them first, I’ll bring them to you right away…” Margaret stammers, avoiding her daughter’s gaze. The scare from Ivy has left her flustered and struggling to regain her composure.

For Margaret, today has been far too intense. All the shocks and thrills she’s experienced in her life combined probably pale in comparison to this single day.

And it’s precisely this excitement and infidelity that has allowed Margaret, a beautiful woman who has always followed the smooth, preordained path of life, to taste the thrill and exhilaration of betrayal.

Everything that happened today made Margaret feel as though she had discovered a whole new world, as if she had opened the door to a fresh reality. However, the world behind that door was far too intense, far too obscene.

“Auntie, just focus on cooking. I’ll take these to my dear cousin!”

Harry smirked wickedly, glancing at Ivy, who had already turned back to her phone, before lewdly taking the washed cherries, grapes, and cherry tomatoes from Margaret’s hands.

“No… no need! Harry, you’re a guest in our home… How could we let you do these things… I… I’ll handle it…” Margaret nervously avoided Harry’s reaching hand, her voice tense as she refused.

“What guest? We’ve fucked so many times already, we’re practically family now. Your daughter is my daughter too, so it’s only natural for me to bring her some fruit! ~~” Harry let out a perverted chuckle. He knew exactly what Margaret was thinking, which was why he was all the more determined to personally deliver the fruit to Ivy. And before that, he planned to add a little something extra to it.

Without waiting for Margaret’s response, Harry snatched the fruit plate from her hands, picking up two plump, juicy cherries with a lewd grin. “Mrs. Margaret, these cherries aren’t clean enough yet. Let me wash them again for my dear cousin…”

“What… what do you mean they’re not clean?” Margaret was momentarily confused, not understanding what Harry intended to do.

But Harry had already lifted her skirt, his hand holding the cherries plunging straight between her thighs, pressing them against her damp, twitching, warm pussy.

“Ah?! ~~ You! ~~ What are you doing?! ~~ Stop! ~~” Margaret shuddered as the cherries touched her sensitive flesh, immediately struggling in panic.

The smooth cherries rolled in Harry’s palm as he pushed one firmly, easily slipping it past her slick entrance, where it was immediately sucked deep into her contracting vagina.

“Ah! ~~” The sensation of a foreign object entering her made Margaret let out a startled moan.

Before she could break free from Harry’s grip, he used his fingers to part her soaked labia, pushing lightly to send another slippery cherry sliding into her pussy.

“Ah! ~~ Haaah! ~~ No! ~~ You can’t put things like that inside me! ~~ Ohh! ~~ You pervert! ~~ What are you doing?! ~~ Hah! ~~ Aahh! ~~” Margaret never imagined Harry would shove cherries into her vagina.

One after another, the slippery cherries were quickly stuffed inside her, each one pushed deeper by her excited, clenching walls, sending waves of overwhelming pressure and pleasure through her.

With each cherry that entered, the stimulation grew more intense, more unbearable.

Her soaked pussy, filled with her own juices and Harry’s thick, hot cum still oozing from her womb, enveloped the cherries, making them churn and roll with every spasm of her walls.

“Ah! ~~ Harry! ~~ You’re disgusting! ~~ Ah! ~~ How… how could you do this?! ~~ How… aah! ~~ Haaah! ~~ How could you put those things inside me?! ~~ You! ~~ Aaahhh! ~~ Ah! ~~ Stop messing around! ~~ I’m begging you! ~~” The psychological shock and humiliation made Margaret want to resist Harry’s perverted actions, but the physical pleasure and twisted thrill made it impossible for her to fully refuse.

Her weak, trembling body struggled, trying to escape Harry’s strong grip and pull out the cherries that were being stuffed deeper and deeper inside her.

After forcing over a dozen cherries into Margaret’s pussy, Harry then attempted to push a small cherry tomato into her entrance.

The soft red tomato barely made it past her tight lips before Margaret’s involuntary squirming caused it to burst with a wet “pop,” its juices mixing with her own fluids and the creamy white semen still leaking out, making her even wetter.

As Margaret writhed, one of the cherries previously stuffed inside her was squeezed toward her entrance, slipping out with a lewd “squelch.”

Margaret’s exquisite vagina seemed to have reached its limit. The cherries stuffed inside her body pressed against each other, each one threatening to slide out of her vagina.

Harry, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, naturally refused to let it end there. After pushing the slipping cherries back into Margaret’s vagina, he immediately thrust his hips forward, pressing the head of his penis directly against her jade gate and slowly pushing the cherries deeper inside.

The slippery cherries rolled like beads as the head of his penis squeezed them further into the depths of her vagina. The innermost cherry even forced open Margaret’s cervix, releasing the thick, milky semen that had filled her uterus!

Margaret felt her inner passage stuffed to the brim. As her semen-filled uterus suddenly loosened, a wave of releasing pleasure and the tingling sensation of losing control brought her to the brink of orgasm.

“Ah!!!~” Margaret could no longer restrain the pleasure and the urge to release. She threw her head back with a wild, unrestrained scream. The pleasure made her shake her head uncontrollably, her entire body trembling and convulsing in ecstasy.

Harry felt a sudden surge of liquid pressure against the head of his penis, as if trying to push it out. Satisfied, he finally pulled out his shaft and grabbed the fruit plate from Margaret’s hand, placing it beneath her hips.

With a “squelch!~”, a cherry was forcefully expelled by the gushing fluids, as if her pussy was laying eggs. One after another, cherries coated in her juices and his semen plopped wetly into the plate.

As the last cherry was squeezed out by Margaret’s contracting vagina and the cascading fluids, globs of semen dripped into the plate as well.

“Ahh!~ Ah!~ Hah!~ Hah!~ Ah!~ Mmm!~ Hah!~ Ahhh!~” Each slippery, plump cherry sliding out of her vagina sent Margaret into another wave of high-pitched, wanton moans. Every time one dropped, she let out another lustful cry until all the cherries Harry had stuffed inside her were expelled into the plate. Finally, she collapsed weakly onto the counter, gasping for breath, her snow-white buttocks still raised limply in the air.

Looking at the plate now covered in her juices and his semen, and the cherries that had been “specially treated” in such a depraved way, Harry’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. He pulled out a bottle of salad dressing from the cabinet and squeezed it generously over the fruit, coating each piece.

A uniquely crafted fruit platter was now complete.

Excitedly admiring his handiwork, Harry licked his lips perversely and turned his gaze toward Ivy, who was engrossed in a TV drama and muttering to herself. “Ivy is at the age where her body is still developing. This fruit platter I personally prepared is incredibly nourishing. If she eats it, it’ll definitely beautify her skin, plump up her breasts and hips, and make her even more womanly! Hehehehe…”

“You!~ What are you doing?!~ Harry! You… you’re insane?!~” Panting heavily, Margaret heard Harry’s words and immediately panicked, struggling to look at the fruit plate in his hands. The sight of her juices and his semen all over the fruit made her tremble with shame.

If this plate were given to her daughter Ivy to eat, it would be beyond humiliating and utterly perverted.

“Hehehehe… I’m doing this for our dear Ivy’s sake!~” Harry slapped Margaret’s slick, plump buttocks with a loud “smack,” ignoring her protests as he cheerfully walked toward Ivy.

“Cousin, the fruit is washed. Auntie knew you liked it sweet, so she added some special seasoning. Try it and see how it tastes…” Harry placed the plate on the coffee table beside Ivy, smiling eagerly as he stared at the pure, adorable, and youthful Ivy.

“Thank you, cousin…” Ivy, still absorbed in the drama, barely glanced at the plate before casually picking up a cherry and popping it into her delicate lips, chewing with a soft “munch munch.”

Watching the innocent, lotus-like Ivy unknowingly chew on a cherry drenched in her mother’s juices and his semen, Harry felt a rush of excitement.

Though he hadn’t gotten any physical gratification from Ivy herself, the thrill of defiling such a pristine, beautiful flower was more exhilarating than anything else.

“Hmm?~ This cherry tastes so weird… why does it feel strange?”

Frowning, Ivy spat the cherry pit into a nearby trash can and gave the fruit platter a puzzled look.

“What’s wrong, Ivy? Don’t you like the cherries? Auntie specially added seasoning for you. It’s your mother’s heartfelt gift…” Worried that Ivy might catch on, Harry quickly explained in a gentle tone

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