Chapter 533: 533. Mireya Finally Faces The Truth That Apollo’s Mother Is My Bitch Too

Mireya didn’t move or speak seeing the most surprising view that she couldn’t believe. ’There’s no way...’

She just stood there, paralyzed by the sight of her boyfriend’s mother’s utter degradation and the raw, unbridled masculinity of Rex. The air in the room was thick with the smell of sex, and for a moment, the world stopped.

Rex turned his head slowly toward Mireya, his expression completely unchanged, his hand still resting possessively on Amelia’s head. He didn’t apologize and didn’t look embarrassed.

He just looked at the ice princess with a cold, knowing smile, as if daring her to say something. "Well, well... this is quite awkward for you, but for me... this is fucking peak."

Amelia, still holding on to him, her face a mess of shame and pleasure, could only stare back, her eyes pleading for forgiveness and, at the same time, silently begging Mireya not to tell anyone what she had seen.

The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the wet, rhythmic gulping sounds as Amelia desperately tried to finish swallowing the last of Rex’s thick, hot seed. Mireya stood like a statue, her eyes fixed on the sight of her boyfriend’s mother, a woman she was supposed to respect, reduced to a drooling, shivering mess on the floor.

But Mireya didn’t scream. And she didn’t run as well.

Instead, a dark, heavy sense of recognition settled in her gut. She had seen this scenario before.

She had felt the weight of Rex’s hands, the terrifying strength of his body, and the way he could strip a person of their very soul with a single, ruthless thrust. She knew exactly what kind of monster he was; she had been his victim, too.

"Why?" Mireya finally whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling not with pure terror but with a strange, complicated tension. "Why do you do this to her...?"

"Why do you take someone so... so sacred and turn her into this?"

Amelia, still reeling from the massive load in her throat, looked up at Mireya with eyes that were glazed and bloodshot, her face a mask of shame and lingering ecstasy. She looked like a woman who had been broken and rebuilt in the image of a beast.

Rex didn’t flinch. He didn’t even pull his cock out of Amelia’s mouth immediately; he let it linger there, a final, mocking display of dominance, before slowly sliding it out with a wet, suctioning POP.

He looked down at the disheveled High Priestess, then turned his gaze toward Mireya, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Hmm..."

"Why, you say?" Rex repeated, his voice smooth and chillingly intelligent.

He leaned back, his posture relaxed as if he were merely discussing the weather rather than a demeaning act of lust. "Because, Princess, ’sacred’ is just a word people use to hide the truth."

"They wrap themselves in robes and prayers because they’re too afraid to admit what they really are." Rex grinned. "They’re afraid of the hunger, and also... they’re afraid of the heat."

He took a step toward Mireya while his massive cock was moving around, his presence looming large and intimidating in the small room. He looked at her with eyes that seemed to strip away her clothes and her innocence all at once.

Mireya looked away. "Don’t come... near me..."

"Amelia wasn’t ’broken,’ Mireya," he said, his voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. "She was freed."

"She spent her whole life pretending to be a pure priestess, but she was dying of thirst..." Rex whispered. "I just gave her something worth drinking."

He stopped just inches from her, the scent of his sweat and the musk of the sex clinging to him like a shroud. He leaned down, his face close to hers, his eyes dancing with a cruel, seductive light.

"But tell me..." he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine. "Since you seem to know so much about my ’work’... are you asking because you’re disgusted?"

"Or are you asking because you’re remembering how it felt when it was your turn?"

He let out a dark, knowing chuckle, his eyes raking over her body. "Don’t lie to me, Mireya."

"You’ve tasted the truth before... and now... Do you want it again?"

"Do you want to see if you can handle being ’freed’ just like your boyfriend’s mother?"

Mireya didn’t answer. Her lips remained pressed together, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs as Rex’s provocative question hung in the air like a heavy, humid fog.

She couldn’t deny the truth; the heat rising in her own cheeks was a betrayal of her silent resistance.

Instead, her gaze drifted back to Amelia. The High Priestess was currently trying to compose herself, wiping the glistening traces of Rex’s semen from her chin with the hem of her silk sleeve, but she couldn’t hide the state of her body.

Her eyes were wide, dark, and swimming with a primal, unquenchable lust. She didn’t look like a woman who had been shamed; she looked like a woman who had finally, truly woken up.

’He really did it,’ Mireya thought, her eyes narrowing as she watched the way Amelia’s hands trembled with the need to touch him again. ’He didn’t just take her body; he rewired her soul.’

’She looks... beautiful... Well, not the saintly, untouchable beauty she usually carries, but something raw and terrifyingly alive.’

’I bet that this isn’t the first time, either...’

’Every time he visits, she comes back a little more broken, a little more shameless...’

’He’s turning her into a creature of pure instinct, and the worst part is... she loves every second of her own descent.’

Mireya felt a pang of something she couldn’t quite name jealousy? Pity? Or perhaps a terrifying recognition of her own burgeoning desire.

Rex, sensing the silent tension and the unspoken truth in Mireya’s eyes, simply laughed it off. It was a loud, boisterous, and utterly arrogant sound that filled the room, showing he had no intention of being shamed by a teenage girl’s gaze.

"You’re a quiet one as usual, aren’t you?" Rex teased, his eyes still locked on Mireya.

Without breaking eye contact with the girl, he reached down and grabbed Amelia, hauling her up from her knees and pulling her flush against his side. His large, tanned hand descended heavily onto the mound of her ass, his fingers digging deep into the soft, sensitive flesh.

He began to squeeze her, his grip firm and possessive, kneading her buttock with a rough, rhythmic intensity that made her entire body jolt.

"Ahnn~! Rex!" Amelia gasped, her voice a mixture of a moan and a protest.

She tried to push his hand away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. The sensation was overwhelming, sending fresh waves of heat through her already sensitized skin.

She looked up at Mireya, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson, though the lust in her eyes remained undimmed.

"Please... stop it!" Amelia hissed, her voice a frantic, breathless whisper. "Not in front of her!"

"Have some respect... don’t do that in front of my future daughter in law!"

Rex only grinned wider, his fingers giving her ass a particularly hard, stinging smack that made her yelp.

"Why not?" Rex countered, his voice dripping with mockery as he pulled Amelia even tighter against his hip, making sure the girl could see exactly how much the High Priestess was enjoying the ’disrespect.’ "She already knows what you are, Amelia." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"Might as well let her see the real you."