Twenty minutes earlier – Outside the shopping mall.
"Oh, Arin… I forgot something. Can you hold these for me please. Thank you"
Jasmine handed him the shopping bags with a quick smile and slipped into the small pharmacy tucked into the mall's corner.
"Excuse me, do you carry birth-control pills?" she asked the clerk behind the counter.
"Of course, ma'am. One moment."
He returned in seconds with a foil strip—four blister packs, five pills each. "That'll be sixty credits."
As she fished cash from her purse, the clerk leaned forward with a knowing grin.
"While you're here… our newest performance enhancer just came in. Caffeinated viagra, orange-flavored. One capsule keeps a man rock-hard for a full hour. Our regulars can't get enough of it."
Jasmine froze, heat pooling low in her belly at the thought.
"Let me see it."
He produced a small glass vial from the locked display. Inside floated a single translucent capsule, faintly orange and shimmering.
"This is the strongest on the market," he boasted. "Thousands of five-star reviews."
She didn't ask questions. She didn't need to.
"I'll take three."
A quick scan, another 120 credits, and the pills vanished into the same small plastic bag as the birth control. She carried the bag and hurriedly left for the mall and saw Arin sitting on the nearby bench.
The only issue was that she hadn't bothered to read the product description in full. To make matters worse, the shopkeeper hadn't explained anything properly either; he was too busy pushing the sale.
What she had bought was a special caffeinated Viagra formulated exclusively for men between thirty and forty-five years old. Anything outside that age range (too young or too old) would trigger severe side effects, including intense hallucinations.
As soon as the front door clicked shut behind them, she shoved Arin onto the bed with a hungry grin. She yanked open the fridge, snatched out a half-empty bottle of orange juice, and poured it into two glasses while he fumbled eagerly with his pants, kicking them aside.
She slipped on the frilly maid apron she'd bought from the mall just that afternoon (still folded in its glossy shopping bag until now), tied the strings with deliberate slowness, and flashed Arin a wicked, predatory grin.
"Arin… here, drink your orange juice," she cooed, offering him the glass like it was the most innocent thing in the world.
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Present day.
"It's Viagra, Arin… hehe." She smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief.
His cock was already straining, rock-hard beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. Arin had never taken anything like this before, he hadn't known it could feel so… overwhelming.
"Aunt… my head feels like it's going to explode," he rasped, voice low and unsteady. The room spun around him.
She leaned in teasingly. "Heh… why, Arin? Is something wro—"
"ANNHHH!"
A sharp, guttural cry tore from her throat.
Without warning, Arin grabbed her hips and slammed himself balls-deep inside her.
His cock throbbed like tempered steel; no matter how hard her body tried to resist, it refused to bend even an inch.
*plap-plap-plap-plap-plap!*
"Annh—nhh—ahh—!" She couldn't stop the moans spilling from her lips.
'God… he's so fucking hard it feels like he's splitting me apart with every thrust. This Viagra is insane,' she thought, drowning in pleasure.
Ten minutes of brutal, relentless pounding passed, and still Arin showed no sign of slowing. His face was blank, eyes unfocused, as if his mind had been swallowed whole by the drug-fueled haze.
He didn't grope her breasts, didn't lean in for a single kiss like he usually did; no tenderness, no words, nothing. Just raw, mechanical thrusts slamming straight into her spread-wide legs, over and over.
*plap-plap-plap-plap-plap!*
Without warning, his palm cracked down on her ass, the sharp sting making her jolt. He didn't speak, didn't growl, didn't even grunt; just another hard, merciless slap after slap.
*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!*
"Anhh… anhh! Yes, Arin—more, more!" she cried out, voice trembling with desperate, filthy excitement.
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!*
Her ass cheeks were already glowing an angry red from the endless barrage of slaps, the skin hot and stinging beneath his palms. Her mind had long since gone blank, drowned in a white-hot sea of pleasure.
"Arin… I'm gonna cum—"
"ANNHHH~~"
Her entire body seized as the orgasm ripped through her, walls clenching desperately around him. But Arin didn't stop; he didn't even slow. His hips, trembling from the sheer intensity, only pistoned faster, harder.
"Yes… shoot it inside me… yes!" she whimpered, voice breaking.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!*
A deep, guttural growl finally tore from his throat; raw, animal, the first sound he'd made in what felt like forever.
He slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the root.
*throb-throb-throb-THROB!*
Scorching ropes of cum erupted deep inside her, thick and endless, flooding her completely.
*splurt-splurt-spluuuurt~!*
She felt every pulse, every jet painting her insides white while his cock jerked wildly between her shaking thighs.
But only seconds after emptying himself, he started moving again; slow at first, then back to that same brutal, mechanical rhythm, as if cumming had never happened at all.
The thick load inside her pussy churned with every thrust, warm cum leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the sheets. Her oversensitive walls screamed with each stroke, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
*PLAP-plap-plap-plap!*
Twenty minutes blurred by. She came three shattering times, each one harder than the last, but Arin hadn't climaxed again. Not once. He never looked at her face; his glazed eyes stayed fixed on her swollen, dripping pussy the entire time, slapping her raw ass whenever the urge struck him.
Then, without warning, he drove in one final time.
*splurt-splurt-spluuuurt~!*
Another torrent flooded her, thicker than the first. For a single second he froze, cock pulsing, before collapsing sideways onto the bed, chest heaving.
"Anhh… nnghh…" She clenched her jaw, her walls tightening as she milked every last drop of his cum from him.
She lay there limp and trembling, limbs like lead, basking in the afterglow of nearly an hour of the most savage, mind-shattering sex she'd ever known.
'Dinner…' the thought drifted through her hazy mind. She should probably make something to eat.
Naked and sticky, she slid toward the edge of the bed.
A hand clamped around her ankle like iron.
She froze, heart lurching. Arin's eyes were open again, pupils blown wide, staring straight through her. Before she could speak, he yanked her back with terrifying strength and flipped her onto her stomach, pinning both wrists above her head. Her cheek pressed into the mattress, back arched, ass high in the air.
"Arin, what are you— let go! Now!" she snapped, voice sharp with sudden alarm.
"A-Arin… wait, what's happening… Arin—!"
Her words died in her throat as his gaze locked onto her tight, glistening ass.
Thick strands of cum from the previous rounds had already leaked out of her pussy, coating her thighs and dripping down to her puckered hole, giving it the barest slick sheen.
No recognition, no hesitation; just pure, feral hunger.
Without a word, he lined up and slammed into her ass in one brutal thrust.
BANG!
"ANNNHHHHHHH!!"
A scream tore from her lungs, raw and broken. He didn't pause, didn't gentle; he just gripped her hips and started pounding again, harder than ever, like the night was far from over.