Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 492: Chapter : 492 : Tell Me How Worthless And Stupid You Were...!

”So here’s what you’re going to do,” he said, voice low and commanding. He pointed to the polished floor right beside his chair. ”Get on all fours like the pathetic bitch you are. Prostrate yourself before me. Beg for forgiveness. Tell me how worthless and stupid you were for trying to have me killed. Tell me how amazing I am... how superior I am to your pathetic noble pride. And after that...” He paused, his grin turning wicked. ”Well... let’s leave that ’after that’ for later. So what do you say, sexy little professor?”

Elowen’s emerald eyes widened in absolute shock and fury. Her face twisted into a mask of rage, full red lips pulling back to bare her teeth. ”You... You disgusting, arrogant, filthy mudblood worm!” she screamed, slamming both hands on the desk so hard the inkwell toppled over. ”How dare you?! Get on all fours?! Prostrate myself before a commoner piece of trash like you?! I am Professor Elowen Voss of the noble House Voss! I will never— NEVER— lower myself to such depravity! You delusional, cocky bastard! I’ll have you expelled! I’ll have you executed for this insolence!”

Her massive breasts bounced wildly with every furious word, nearly spilling out of her top. Tears of humiliated anger streamed down her flawless cheeks as she pointed a shaking finger at him. ”You think you can blackmail me?! With what?! Some fabricated story about being the Vice Chancellor’s son-in-law?! Lies! All lies from a pathetic street rat who got lucky in a few duels! I’ll kill you myself right here before I ever kneel to you!”

Aiden didn’t flinch. He simply chuckled, deep and dark, his eyes devouring the way her enormous tits jiggled and strained with her outburst. ”Keep talking like that, Professor. The way those fat, heavy tits of yours are bouncing while you scream at me... it’s making me even harder. Look at you — a proud noble bitch with a body built for breeding, yet so fucking desperate to cling to your crumbling status.”

He stood up slowly, towering over her desk, his presence suffocating. ”Let me paint a very clear picture for you, Elowen. If I walk out of here and tell my mother-in-law, that one of her professors hired an assassin from the guild to murder her son-in-law... what do you think happens next?”

Elowen’s breathing hitched, her face paling beneath the flush of rage.

Aiden continued, circling the desk like a predator, his gaze raking over her ass and thick thighs as he moved. ”First, she’ll launch a full investigation. The guild might be discreet, but not against someone with her power. Your office, your private correspondence — all of it will be torn open. And when they find proof? Because we both know it exists...”

He stopped right beside her, leaning down so his breath brushed her ear. ”You lose everything. Your noble title stripped. Your position as professor revoked in the most public, humiliating way possible. The entire academy will know that the elegant, haughty Professor Voss tried to assassinate a first-year student out of petty jealousy. Your family name dragged through the mud. House Voss will disown you to save face. You’ll be nothing but a disgraced, bankrupt whore with massive tits and no power left.”

Elowen’s hands trembled violently on the desk. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. ”S-Stop... You’re bluffing...”

”Am I?” Aiden’s hand suddenly shot out, grabbing a fistful of her golden-blonde hair and yanking her head back firmly but not painfully, forcing her to look up at him. His other hand boldly cupped one of her enormous breasts through the sheer fabric, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. ”Feel that? This body of yours is wasted on your stupid pride. These fat tits, this juicy ass, those thick thighs — they’re made to serve a real man. Not plot pathetic assassinations that fail miserably.”

He released her hair and stepped back, pointing again at the floor. ”Now get on all fours. Crawl. Prostrate. Beg. Or I walk out that door right now and ruin your entire fucking life before dinner.”

Elowen’s resolve cracked visibly. Her shoulders shook as sobs threatened to break free. The image of total ruin — public shame, loss of status, her noble life destroyed — weighed heavier than her pride. She stared at the floor where he pointed, then back at his smug, dominant face.

”You... You monster...” she whispered brokenly, voice hoarse. ”I hate you... I hate you so much...”

But her body moved. Slowly, humiliatingly, the proud Professor Elowen Voss slid from her chair. She lowered herself to her knees, then placed her delicate hands on the floor. With a choked sob of defeat, she crawled the short distance to his feet and lowered her upper body fully, pressing her forehead against the cold floor in full prostration. Her massive breasts squished heavily against the ground, ass raised slightly in the air as her short skirt rode up.

”I... I’m sorry...” she whispered, voice trembling with shame and hatred. ”I’m... pathetic... for trying to have you killed... You are... amazing... superior to me... Please... forgive this worthless noble bitch...”

Aiden looked down at the once-proud Professor Elowen Voss prostrated on the floor of her own luxurious office, her forehead pressed against the cold polished wood, massive breasts squished obscenely beneath her, and her short skirt riding up to expose the creamy skin of her thick thighs. The sight of the haughty noble beauty reduced to this — trembling, sobbing, and broken — sent a dark thrill through him.

He tilted his head, cupping a hand to his ear with mock surprise. ”Hmm? I didn’t hear you, bitch. Say it louder. I want every pathetic word echoing in this fancy little office of yours.”

Elowen’s teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. Fresh tears of humiliation spilled from her emerald eyes as she pressed her forehead harder against the floor. Her voice came out strained, venomous, but louder. ”I... I’m sorry! I’m pathetic... for trying to have you killed... You are... amazing... superior to a worthless noble bitch like me... Please... forgive me...”

Aiden’s grin widened into something predatory and delighted. He slowly walked around her prostrated form, his eyes drinking in every humiliating detail — the way her golden-blonde hair splayed messily across the floor, the violent heaving of her enormous breasts, the curve of her plump ass raised slightly in the air.

”Louder, Professor. And mean it. Tell me exactly how pathetic you are. How a so-called ’high noble’ like you could be so fucking stupid to hire assassins against the Child of Prophecy. Go on. I want to hear your noble pride cracking.”

Elowen’s body shook with suppressed rage and shame. She forced the words out louder, her voice cracking. ”I am pathetic! A stupid, arrogant, incompetent noble whore who thought she could kill someone like you! I’m nothing compared to you... You’re superior in every way... I’m just a jealous failure who deserves this humiliation... Please forgive this worthless bitch, Lord Aiden Nightshade!”

Aiden chuckled darkly, stopping infront of her. He placed one boot gently but firmly on the back of her head, pressing her cheek harder into the floor. ”Good girl. But we’re just getting started. Keep going. Tell me about that body of yours. Describe how those massive, heavy udders of yours are wasted on a pathetic failure like you. How they’re only good for serving a real man now.”

Elowen’s face burned with absolute mortification. She clenched her fists on the floor, nails digging into her palms. ”My... my massive breasts... are pathetic... They’re just useless fat sacks on a worthless woman like me... They bounce and jiggle like a common whore’s whenever I move... They don’t deserve to be on a noble... They should be used by you... squeezed... used as toys... I’m so pathetic that even my own body is better suited for serving you than for my stupid noble pride...”

Aiden’s laugh was rich with satisfaction. He removed his foot and crouched beside her, one strong hand boldly reaching under her to grope one of her enormous breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh roughly through her top. ”Fuck, listen to you. Keep talking, Professor. Louder. Tell me how your fat ass and thick thighs make you look like a breeding sow who plotted against her better. How you’re dripping wet right now from being put in your place.”

Elowen whimpered, her voice growing hoarse but obediently louder. ”My fat ass... and thick thighs... make me look like a breeding sow... A pathetic, curvy failure who thought she could challenge you... I’m so stupid... so worthless... Even now, being forced to prostrate like this... I’m getting wet... like the desperate slut I really am... You’re amazing... powerful... superior... I’m nothing but a big-breasted, thick-thighed noble bitch who deserves to crawl for you... Please... forgive your pathetic slave...”

Every time her voice faltered from shame, he’d remind her coldly:

”Remember, Professor Elowen — one word from me and Vice Chancellor Moonveil destroys you. Your family, your title, your reputation — all gone. So bark louder for me, bitch.”

Elowen’s spirit fractured further with every degrading sentence. She was sobbing openly now, her body trembling in full prostration as she chanted louder and more desperately:

”I’m a pathetic, big-titted, fat-assed noble failure! My body is built for serving superior men like you! My eyes are only good for looking up at you from the floor! My golden hair is wasted — it should be wrapped around your fist while you use me! I’m sorry for being such a stupid, arrogant cunt! You are amazing! You are the Child of Prophecy! I’m nothing but a worthless, jealous whore who deserves to beg on all fours like this every day! Please... please forgive this disgusting, noble bitch!”

Aiden was thoroughly enjoying himself, his cock straining in his pants as he circled her, occasionally slapping her raised ass lightly or groping her breasts, all while forcing more and more humiliating confessions.

”Tell me how much better my commoner cock would feel ruining your noble pussy than any pure-blooded noble’s,” he commanded with a wicked grin.

Elowen’s voice broke into a humiliated wail as she repeated it, louder still. ”Your... your commoner cock would feel so much better ruining my worthless noble pussy... than any pure-blood... I’m so pathetic that I deserve to be stretched and filled by you... to be broken and claimed like the breeding sow I am...”

Tears streamed down her face continuously. Her makeup was ruined, her elegant composure shattered into a sobbing, prostrated mess on the floor of her own office. The proud Professor Elowen Voss — reduced to loudly declaring herself inferior in every possible way, sexualizing and degrading her own voluptuous body for his amusement.

After nearly twenty minutes of relentless verbal humiliation, Elowen’s voice was raw and broken. She remained pressed to the floor, ass up, body shaking with sobs and residual anger.

”Is... Is it enough...?” she whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak. ”Have I... humiliated myself enough for you... Lord Aiden...?”

Aiden looked down at her with dark, satisfied hunger, his eyes slowly tracing every inch of her defeated, voluptuous form. He grinned.

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END OF Chapter : 492 : TELL ME HOW WORTHLESS AND STUPID YOU WERE...!

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