Taboo Sin System

Chapter 10 Ass Buster

Something in Christina had changed under Pan's palms.

The holy bitch was still shaking, still bent over the marble with her knuckles white on the edge, but the fight had gone out of her shoulders. What ran through her now was not a clean no.

Pan smirked and went back to work.

He squeezed and pulled until the denim went tight under his fingers, and he could already see the red marks that would be sitting on her skin when she peeled these jeans off later.

He worked both hands in slow circles and tested how much she would take. Her ass filled his grip and pushed back, hard from the running, soft where he pressed.

Christina took all of it without a word.

Ding.

[BONUS UNLOCKED: Dual Grope]

[EXTRA REWARD: Kiss Dart x1]

Ding.

[Host, observe your Sin Meter]

A red meter edged up in the corner of his vision and beat with his heart.

[Sin Meter: 25%]

Twenty-five percent. What happened at a hundred? Would he burst? He was too far gone to care.

Christina's ass was hot, dense meat in his hands. Each squeeze left a dent that filled back in. He spread her cheeks through the jeans and dragged his thumb along the thick seam that ran into her crack.

The fabric there was already warm. He ran the seam again, slower, and her glutes jumped. Every time she shifted her weight, the pressure came back into his palms.

Her hips moved. Not away. Into it.

There it is.

Pan put his mouth near her ear and did not kiss it.

"That is for every time you called me trash," he said. "How does it feel, sis? Being the one who gets handled?"

"I hate you." The voice was wrecked. Nothing like the ice queen at breakfast. "I hate you so much."

"Say it again."

"I hate—"

His thumb dragged back the other way on the seam. Her words broke in half, and the rest of it came out as a moan.

Christina clamped her mouth shut. Too late. That was a moan.

[Christina Lust +3]

[Escalation detected]

[Activating skill: Lewd Vision Lvl 1]

The jeans vanished from his sight.

Not off her body. Off his eyes. For a few seconds it was X-ray, in color. No denim. Just what she had on underneath.

Black lace panties. High on the hip. A thin string running down between her cheeks. This girl had bought that set for herself and hidden it under a church blouse.

The center of the lace was dark and wet. The patch clung to her pussy and had spread out toward the crack.

The nun is dripping.

Then the vision cut off. The jeans snapped back over the lace. He was holding denim again. The wet patch was gone from sight, but not from his head.

[Sin Meter: 51%]

Pan's cock hurt against his own seam. Twenty minutes ago this girl had been arranging his whipping over coffee. Now she was face down on her mother's island, wet through lace, because his hands were on her.

He wanted that moan again. He wanted her to make it on purpose.

A tear hit the marble and left a dark spot. Christina bucked and tried to come up off the stone, and her ponytail whipped back and hit his chest.

The motion only sat her deeper in his grip. Her ass clenched around his fingers as if it meant to crush them.

"Pan. Stop."

The ice in Christina's voice was back. Flat. Clear. Not the moan from a moment ago.

"You have your cufflinks. You have made your point. Get your hands off me."

She kept it quiet. If Gregory heard this from the hall, a stolen pair of cufflinks would be the smaller problem.

For one beat Pan did not move.

His hands stayed where they were. The sin meter in his eye was at fifty-one and still climbing, and the number wanted the rest of her. He heard Stop. He did not want to listen.

That was the second his eyes froze on the refrigerator.

The polished steel threw his face back, long and warped, and his eyes were gold. Not the boy who had knelt on this floor ten thousand times. Something else looked out of the metal, and it looked pleased.

Pan tore his hands off Christina like the denim had burned him.

He hit the counter behind him and stopped there. His heart slammed. The gleaming eyes went out of the reflection, and it was only his own face again, pale and sweating.

Christina came off the island and spun with her back to the sink. Green eyes wide and wet. Chest heaving. Nipples hard against the blouse, and she made no move to cover them.

Her mouth was slightly open. Something that was not hatred crossed her face, and she hated that more than the hands.

[Predator mode deactivated]

[Christina Lust +2] [Fear +2] [Resentment +2] [Corruption +2]

She hated him. She was afraid of him. Two of those numbers had no business existing in the girl who had set him up for the whip this morning.

I wasn't going to stop.

Christina yanked the chain out of her back pocket and threw it at his chest.

"Take your stupid cufflinks. Stay away from me."

Pan caught them on reflex. The gold bit his palm. She was already moving. The swinging door slapped shut, and her footsteps went up the stairs fast and did not slow down.

A lock clicked upstairs.

Ding.

[EXTRA REWARD: Flash Dart x1]

[NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: Dark Secret Revealer Lvl 1]

Pan stood alone in the kitchen with the cufflinks in his fist and both palms still warm from her.

The six o'clock deadline was dead. She would not tell anyone.

So why am I standing here shaking?

The system had given him a win and a meter, and the latter had almost walked him past a dark threshold he could not return from.

The Taboo Sin System was not a friend. It would feed him and it would use him, and if he let it pick his decisions, he would wake up a monster in his own house.

Fine. Lesson learned.