Plundering Everything I Want

"Haaang~"

Betsy's moans grew louder as Tristan's thrusts became more forceful, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

"Betsy, you're really helping me cure this addiction. You're such a kind woman."

The sarcasm in his words didn't go unnoticed, but Betsy was too lost in the moment to care.

Noticing this, Tristan smirked, leaned down, and silenced her heavy breathing with a deep, forceful kiss. Their lips collided in a heated exchange, muffling her moans and leaving her gasping for air.

Squelch—Squelch—Squelch

The wet, erotic sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, blending with the occasional whimper of their lips locked together.

"Mmm!"

Not long later, Betsy tightened her muscles as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Her legs stretched straight, and her toes curled as her body instinctively arched off the bed.

After a moment, she exhaled, her eyes fluttering open, glazed with satisfaction.

"That was... incredible."

For a moment, her mind was clouded by pleasure, leading her to believe she was dreaming. However, the steady throb of Tristan's cock, still deep inside her, kept pulling her back to the present.

"I'm gonna cum inside you and knock you up, you filthy bitch!"

"Please!"

Oddly enough, the harsh words didn't anger Betsy—if anything, they excited her even more.

Her thighs tightened around his waist, and Betsy locked her ankles behind him, holding him close to ensure he wouldn't pull away. Her body, glistening with sweat from the heat, emanated a seductive, perfumed aroma that filled Tristan's lungs.

He breathed her in deeply, his cock swelling even more at the intoxicating scent.

Suddenly, Betsy felt the pulsing cock inside her, and her body instinctively raised her hips to meet his thrusts. His cock rubbed her inner walls, hitting that sweet spot with every thrust.

The delicious friction drove her to madness, and she found herself greedily sucking on his tongue as their mouths collided again.

"Come on... come inside me. Don't hold back..."

"I'm close!"

With a final surge of passion, he began his last, relentless drill, pulling his cock almost completely out with each stroke before driving it back in to the root.

Betsy, lost in the tempo, twisted her hips, making her ass bounce against his body, perfectly synchronized with each thrust.

"Cumming!"

"Mm, yes, give it to me, fill me up! I want all your cum in me!" Betsy moaned, her voice trembling with her own rising orgasm. "God, it's so hot, shoot it deep inside... I'm cumming too!"

Her body tensed once more, her inner muscles squeezing tightly as a flood of her juices erupted, drenching his cock.

Tristan kept his hips jerking as his cock throbbed and erupted, sending thick ropes of semen shooting deep into Betsy's womb.

Splurt—Splurt—Splurt

…..

Meanwhile, far from Tristan, Jigsaw was sitting in a dimly lit monitoring room, casually munching on a bag of chips as he watched the live footage of his warehouse.

His once frail body was now bursting with energy, thanks to the miraculous potion he had consumed.

He was finally able to do things he once couldn't, like eating greasy foods or effortlessly playing with these complicated machines.

Even though he was still quite old, the rejuvenated body allowed him to make more complex and elaborate traps and devices that would bring punishment to those who had managed to escape justice.

Criminals who disregarded life or manipulated the system for their own gain would face the consequences of their actions, delivered through his brutal but methodical games.

In fact, ever since his discussions with Tristan, Jigsaw's mind had shifted.

The young man's philosophy about life, coupled with the miracle of the potion, had sparked a new ambition within him.

John was no longer satisfied with his usual deadly games or teaching others the value of life, he hungered for more—he wanted to uncover the deeper truths of the world through his twisted creations.

He now sought enlightenment through the suffering he had inflicted.

However, those grand designs were for the future. For now, he needed to focus on the promise he had made to Tristan—the upcoming game that would have no hope for his victims, unlike earlier, where he would at least leave the glimmer of hope to survive.

As for Tristan fucking his ex-wife, Betsy?

Jigsaw still harbored some residual feelings on the matter, but he had already cut all strings with Betsy and was far more composed than he had been at Betsy's house.

At least with Tristan in the picture, Betsy would be safe, and Jigsaw could devote himself fully to his own ideals, free from personal distractions.

Perhaps, in a twisted way, this was his contentment—letting someone else tend to his partner while he focused on his greater purpose.

Creak!

Soon, the sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts.

A calm, suited man entered, carrying a stack of documents under his arm. He approached Jigsaw with the ease of someone who had done this many times before.

"This is the latest target," the man said, laying the files on the table. "They set off an explosion, killing eight people. But they bribed the judge and walked free."

Jigsaw's expression remained impassive as he flipped through the documents.

"Let's use them for the next test," he replied coldly. "And that corrupt officer, Mark, the one you mentioned before—bring him in as well. I'll oversee his trial personally."

His voice was as emotionless as his face. He was a man who had long abandoned conventional morality, driven only by his twisted sense of justice.

Elsewhere in the facility, six reincarnators were knocked unconscious as soon as they appeared. Hoffman, who had just reported to Jigsaw, drove the six people to the secret room to prepare for the next round of game testing.

…..

The next morning, Tristan, still basking in the aftermath of his intense adventurous activities with Jigsaw's ex-wife, was in an exceptionally good mood.

He had thoroughly fucked this MILF to his heart's content, and to his delight, his Ecstasy Heart Sutra had leveled up from 15 to 16.

The thought of reaching the maximum level of 20 felt closer than ever.

He lit a cigarette, exhaling contentedly as he wrapped an arm around Betsy, whose body was still trembling from the intense session. The bite marks scattered across her body and the swollen pussy were evidence of the wild activities that took place the previous night.

Despite it all, through some strange resilience, Betsy remained conscious. With a soft smile, she took the lighter from Tristan's hand and lit the cigarette for him, her hands shaking slightly from exhaustion.

She even retrieved an ashtray, holding it up for him while he smoked.

This simple, thoughtful gesture made Tristan feel a deep sense of satisfaction.

Mature women truly knew how to be considerate.

"Thank you."

"You... don't have to thank me... Just promise me, come to me every day..."

Betsy's voice was soft, hoarse from overexertion, and her breathing was ragged. "Your sex addiction... still needs treatment..."

She managed a weak smile, even as her body threatened to give out at any moment.

Tristan couldn't help but think about how docile women could become when properly fucked.

Ring-ring!

But just as he was about to reply, his phone rang.

"Hello?" he answered, the cigarette still resting between his lips.

—It's me, Jigsaw.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

—The game is about to begin. If you want to see it firsthand, you should come over.

"Sure, no problem. Send me the address, and I'll be there soon."

Tristan replied, feeling a spark of excitement. The thought of watching those reincarnators suffer through Jigsaw's traps amused him.

As the call ended, suddenly a familiar system notification rang in his mind:

[Ding! You have completed the mission: Investigate the murder case and confirm the killer. You may now choose to either arrest him or let him go.]

[Once the reincarnators' mission is complete, you can return to your original world.]

[Caution: If the reincarnators discover your true identity and kill you, they will clear the mission directly and receive significant points.]