Chapter 371: Bonus Chapter 39: A Day or Two with my Stalker: Papa’s Little Girl

Dearth’s pale face was blushing faintly at the cheeks, a soft pink that spread across her otherwise white skin.

"Would you cut that out already, you fucking mortal! Don’t touch my ass or ask about my underwear!" Her polite and professional responses had gone completely out the window, replaced by raw and unfiltered irritation. "I d-d-d-d-did wear panties today, not that it is any of your business! It is not like I am a whore who walks around without underwear or anything! I have standards and dignity, you know!"

"Really? Show me, then. Are they cute?" I pushed again, my voice dripping with playful mischief as I leaned closer to Dearth.

Her pale face flushed a deep, furious crimson.

Without another word, she grabbed my arm and dragged me down the corridor before tossing me unceremoniously into a luxurious, exaggeratedly large room.

Shelly quickly followed me in, and the heavy door slammed shut behind us with a resounding bang.

"Pervert! Immoral! Shameless!" Dearth shouted through the door, her voice cracking with embarrassment. "I pray you burn in hell, you... you duuuuummy!!"

Her footsteps retreated rapidly down the hallway as she fled.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ever since I discovered that both she and the Death Dragon were still virgins, something inside me had twisted with wicked delight.

It felt like they were constantly rubbing their purity in my face, making me feel like the strange one for not being innocent anymore.

Despite ruling over the underworld, they clung so tightly to concepts of chastity and morality.

It didn’t sit right with me, so whenever I visited the House of Nekrā, I instinctively turned into the biggest pervert possible just to harass them.

Nekrā once foamed in the mouth and nearly collapsed when I grabbed his hand, saying I was too impure to touch him.

This room Dearth had thrown me in was different from the one where I had stolen her first kiss and earned the title of Most Hated Mortal in the House of Nekrā. Maybe the whole underworld by now.

The decor here was even more opulent — deep purple velvet drapes, black crystal chandeliers casting flickering shadows, and a massive bed that could comfortably fit ten people.

As I looked around, I noticed Shelly fidgeting strangely beside me.

Her thighs pressed together tightly, and her breathing had grown noticeably heavier.

"Is something the matter, my daughter?" I teased, reaching out to pat her head affectionately.

Then something unexpected happened.

"Y... Yes, Papa..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Y-Your little girl is... really horny right now."

Eh...?

She was grinding her soft thighs together desperately, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Her dark purple eyes locked onto me with raw, unfiltered lust, pupils dilated wide.

The way she called me Papa sent a powerful jolt straight to my cock.

Ah, I remembered now.

I had been expertly squeezing her breasts earlier while teasing Dearth.

Then I had groped the grim reaper’s ass too in her presence. No wonder she was worked up.

Come to think of it, I couldn’t even recall the last time I had properly mated with Shelly.

The memory felt strangely hazy, but right now that didn’t matter.

Seeing this big-breasted, loli-looking Amazon in her slovenly tribal dress calling me Papa had flipped every single filthy switch inside me.

"Then... let Daddy make you feel good, okay?" I murmured huskily, gently brushing a stray strand of her dark hair away from her flushed face.

She nodded timidly, biting her lower lip. So erotic.

But this girl actually had a lot of nerve.

She hadn’t even trembled much in front of Dearth’s haunting aura. She might have real potential.

I pulled her toward the massive bed and sat down on the edge, then guided her to stand between my spread legs.

My hands immediately found her plump, soft ass, kneading the generous cheeks firmly through the thin fabric of her dress like warm dough.

I squeezed and spread them, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

With one smooth motion, I tugged the entire dress upward and off her body, revealing her completely naked form underneath.

She had a killer body, exactly as I expected.

Her fat, heavy breasts were enormous — easily the size of my head, maybe even bigger — sitting high and proud on her chest with a teardrop shape.

Her dark nipples were already rock-hard, begging for attention.

Her waist was slim and feminine, flaring out into wide, breeding hips that tapered down to thick, juicy thighs.

A small, neatly trimmed patch of dark hair crowned her glistening pussy, her folds visibly swollen and dripping with arousal.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue slowly up her soft stomach, tracing the gentle curve of her abdomen while my hands continued worshipping her massive tits.

I cupped them from below, lifting their incredible weight and squeezing them together, thumbs circling her stiff nipples.

They felt so warm and full in my palms, the skin silky smooth yet firm.

I happen to love breasts.

I don’t fully understand why I’m so obsessed with them, but the way they fill my hands, the way they jiggle and bounce, the way her nipples harden under my tongue — it drives me wild every single time.

I licked lower, trailing wet kisses down her abdomen until I reached the smooth skin just above her pussy.

Her scent was intoxicating — sweet, feminine, and heady with arousal.

I looked up at her flushed face as I said huskily, "If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you, Shelly?"

"Geez... you were supposed to call me your daughter..." she whispered breathlessly, her small hands tightening on my shoulders as her hips twitched forward instinctively.

"My bad..." I smiled against her skin, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right above her clit. "How old are you, my little princess?"

She whimpered softly, her thighs trembling as I continued teasing her.

I then sucked one of her fat nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud while my fingers pinched and rolled the other.

Her breasts were so incredibly soft and heavy, overflowing in my hands as I kneaded them possessively.

I alternated between sucking hard and licking gently, savoring the way her body shuddered with every flick of my tongue.