Reincarnated With The Degenerate System

Chapter 263: Invader Part 3

We followed one of the curved walkways until we reached a building set directly into the reservoir wall.From the outside it looked like a sleek black panel carved into the concrete, almost invisible among the hanging vines.

She stopped beside the door and gestured politely.

"Your residence, Mr. Leon."

The door slid open.

I stepped inside—and paused.

The room that greeted me looked like it belonged to another world entirely.

Spacious living room stretched out before me, warm lights reflecting off polished floors.

A large couch sat in front of a low glass table, facing an actual television mounted on the wall. Not a cracked screen salvaged from scrap—an intact, working one.

The place was fully furnished.

To the right, a compact kitchen gleamed with clean counters and stainless appliances.

A hallway led further inside, where I could already spot the door to a bedroom and a bathroom beyond it.

For a moment I simply stood there, taking it all in.

After weeks of sleeping in a filthy, coffin-sized room, this almost felt unreal.

My eyes drifted back to the television.

Next to it sat an entire cabinet filled with movie tapes—dozens of them, neatly organized. Old action films, dramas, even a few comedies judging from the faded covers.

And beneath the TV—

Gaming console.

I walked over slowly, crouching to take a closer look.

Still functioning. Controllers neatly placed beside it.

I let out a quiet chuckle.

"Unbelievable..."

People outside were fighting over scraps of food.

Meanwhile down here, the rich were watching movies and playing games like the world had never ended.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Games are for boys," I stood up. "I’m a man and would rather played with your melons instead,"

Without waiting for her consent, I cupped her breast and began kissing her right here and there.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as my palm molded against her, the thin fabric of her top doing little to hide how in heat she was.

She didn’t pull away; instead, her back arched slightly, pressing herself more firmly into my hand.

"I was hoping you’d say that," she breathed, and bit my lips seductively.

My mouth found the curve of her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up to her earlobe.

I felt her shudder, her fingers tangling in the fabric of my shirt.

"Come on, let’s see what you’ve been hiding back there."

I tugged her top down, exposing a perfect, creamy mound. Her nipple pebbled instantly in the cool air of the room.

Wasting no second, my lips closing around it, my tongue swirling in circle. She cried out, her hands flying to the back of my head, holding me to her.

"God, yes," she moaned. "That’s the spot."

I had no intention of stopping, but then a faint, sweet taste hit my tongue. It was milk.

Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she glanced away out of embarrassment.

"Sorry," she muttered softly. "I just have a baby. He’s six months old."

The surprise must have been plain on my face.

"You already have a husband?" I inquired.

"No," she shook her head, her gaze meeting mine again.

"I really don’t know who knocked me up. You see, girls like us who get to stay in this place had to cater to a lot of men...Is that a turn off for you?"

I let out a chuckle.

"Not really. Body count is just a number, and believe me, it never stopped me from screwing around." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low growl. "In fact, I have a thing for MILFs like you."

A slow, sexy smile spread across her face, the embarrassment vanishing completely, replaced by lust.

"Well, in that case," she purred, reaching up to pull my head back down to her chest, "what are you waiting for? Don’t let a little refreshment go to waste."

I didn’t need to be told twice. My mouth returned to her, and I end up sucking the nutrients meant for her child which turned me on more.

Sometimes I wonder why my mind operated like this. Oh I forgot, I’m the user of the Degenerate System for a reason.

I lifted my head, my lips glistening. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving.

"You’re really perverted." she whispered, but there was no fear in her voice, only a strange, breathless awe.

My grin widened at her words. "Takes one to know one."

Without another word, I grabbed her arm.

"Ahhh.. Wait." The soft, surprised sound she made was music to my ears.

I pulled her from the living room, her feet stumbling slightly as I led her down the short hallway and into the bedroom. I didn’t bother with the lights; the dim glow from the living room was enough.

"Let’s have more fun."

I gave her a hard shove onto the bed. She landed with a soft bounce on the sheets, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness, watching me.

I stood over her for a moment, my figure blocking the light, then I quickly unfastened my pants and let them drop to the floor.

My c*ck, hard and demanding, sprang free. It was coated with the sweat of the slump.

"Clean it up." I commanded.

My voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. It wasn’t a request; it was an order.

"Can you take a bath first?" she requested, her eyes pleading.

A cruel smile twisted my lips.

"I could. But that would be unfair to you. You should taste it first, let you experience a different kind of dish."

Before she could form a reply, I tightened my grip on her hair and pushed my d*ck into her mouth.

Her lips parted instinctively, and she began earnestly taking it in.

I could see the initial discomfort in the slight tension of her nose and the way her brow furrowed for just a second.

But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by professionalism.

She began setting the pacing, her movements becoming more confident. One hand left my thigh to wrap around the base of my shaft, stroking in perfect counter-rhythm to the movements of her mouth.

Damn. She really knew how to please a man. Probably years of daily practice.