Prologue

In the dead of the night, in a certain alley, a branded silver sports car pulled up right in front of the entrance. A tall and lithe drop-dead beauty with lustrous white bob cut hair exited the car. She was dressed in a white slim blouse and a black pair of slacks that accentuated her comely figure well. The lady had a deep look of vexation plastering her heavenly-carved face with a pair of sharp amber eyes as she strode into the alley. Her mood had not been good ever since she received a text from her underlings.

Deep inside the alley, there were four haphazardly dressed men surrounding an unmoving body on the ground that was covered in dirt, wounds, and a few dabs of blood. The four men were frantically pacing around the body when they took note of the lady's approach.

"Ilona!" one of the men cried out in relief as they trotted up to her. "Thank god, you're here!"

"It's Miss Rayne to you," the lady named Ilona reminded the man and waved them away before they could touch her willy-nilly.

"W-we're sorry, Miss Rayne…" muttered a man softly.

Ilona gazed at the body by their feet. The body, without a doubt, belonged to Rylan, a nobody who dared to flirt with a girl she had her eyes on. She couldn't see any rise and fall of his chest. The body was completely still. She sighed. "I told you to go easy on him!" she shouted at the men. "I told you he was a dreg! How can this happen!?"

"We're sorry, Miss Rayne!" one of the men apologised with his head bowed deeply.

"We didn't know he was so weak even for someone without powers! We didn't think he would die this easily!" explained the other man.

"Did you use your powers on him?" Ilona asked.

The men shook their heads. "We didn't, Miss Rayne. We only tossed him to the ground and kicked him. He died just like that!"

"I told you all to just rough him up, not kill him!"

"We did just that, Miss Rayne! We followed your orders but he died just after a few kicks."

Ilona sighed exasperatedly with her face buried in her palm. "I have to tell my mother about this…" she said, taking out her smartphone.

"Y-your mother…? T-the Alayna Rayne?"

One of the men dropped to his knees. "Please don't, Miss Rayne! If you tell your mother, she will surely pin this on us! So please, don't tell her about this!"

"My mother would know about this eventually, one way or another. It's better that I tell her about it myself."

"Wait, Miss Rayne! Please don't! We were only following your orders!" The rest of the three also dropped to their knees and started begging. "You can't do this! Please! We were just doing what you asked of us! We're innocent! You can't tell her."

"Enough!" Ilona roared and sent all four of the men tumbling away from her with a blinding flash of light. "My mother will decide what to do about this. The four of you should stop grovelling so pathetically before I lose my— What the hell?"

Seeing Ilona was glancing at something behind them, the men also looked behind them. And they all widened their eyes and gaped their mouths. The person, the boy, they thought they had killed, was now on his feet. The wounds on the boy's body were still present but as the boy gave himself a vigorous shrug, the wounds began to heal by themselves and the misaligned bones snapped back into place, including the rib bone that was kicked into his heart. In seconds, the boy was only covered in dirt and blood. Not a single wound could be seen on his body.

"He's alive…" Ilona muttered. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and then stared at the four men. "Is this supposed to be a joke?"

"No, Miss Rayne! We were absolutely sure he was dead. We checked his pulse and everything. He didn't even wake up or flinch at all when we cut him slightly as a test."

"He doesn't look dead to me! And why does he have healing powers?"

"How should we know? We don't even know he existed before you tell us to—"

"Be quiet," uttered the supposed dead boy. He had uttered quietly but the strength in his voice echoed vibrantly.

"Be quiet?" Ilona scoffed. "You dare to tell me to be quiet, Ross?!" Did they beat you so hard that you forgot who I am and where you stand?"

"Huh… Oh, that's right… My name is… no the name of this body is Rylan Ross… and you're… Ilona."

Ilona frowned and so did the men. Something was wrong with Rylan and it was obvious to all of them.

"You sent these people… to beat me up… for what reason?"

Though Ilona could tell something was wrong, her pride refused to let her be intimidated by it. "Chloe. You were flirting with my girl, Chloe."

"Chloe… Ah, yes. Chloe, now I remember. But…your girl? I wasn't aware that you and she were dating. Were the two of you an actual couple at all? Or was it just your fantasy?"

"You sure have gained a lot of guts all of a sudden, Ross. And since when do you have superpowers?"

"Since… just now?" Rylan answered with a shrug. "Anyway, I'm quite tired now and also dirty. We can continue… whatever this is some other than time."

"You're not going anywhere, Ross, not after what happened. And it would seem that you haven't learned your lesson. Boys, get him."

"W-what, Miss Rayne?"

"You heard me, go have at him. Beat him up like you were supposed to and do it properly this time. Do not kill him. And all of you will be forgiven for this mockery."

"Of course, Miss Rayne."

"Thank you, Miss Rayne."

"Yeah… come on, let's get this fucker!"

Rylan sighed and met his assailant's rush. This body of his was weak and slow but no weaker nor slower than these four men. He made quick work of his four assailants. He didn't kill them as killing in this world was something this society would not take lightly. He made do with snapping his assailants' arms and legs, before knocking them unconscious with a knee to their faces. The lady, the one who ordered his assault, was left.

As Rylan took a step forward, Ilona took a step back instinctively. "You're not Ross… The Ross I know is a wimp and a wuss."

"I am Rylan Ross, sort of… just not the one you know," Rylan said and took another step forward.

"Stay back, Ross. I'm warning you. I don't want to hurt you."

Rylan chuckled. "You do want to hurt me, just not with your own hands. I have taken you to be so cowardly, Ilona."

"You don't have the right to say my name!" Ilona snarled and splayed out her hands, unleashing bolts of light at Rylan.

He swiftly dodged all of the bolts and dashed right up to Ilona. She clicked her tongue and aimed a high kick at his face. Her kick, enhanced by her power, was easily stopped by Rylan and her foot was grabbed. She was then pushed back against a wall with her left leg vertically raised over Rylan's shoulder and she was pinned against the wall by him. She was astonished by his strength. At a glance, he had fewer muscles than she did. His arms were like strands of noodles but appearance could be deceiving and she was learning that now in the truest sense. She tried kicking but he pressed her down with his thighs over her own. He was even stronger than her combat instructors.

"Damn you, Ross! You get the fuck off me right now or I will—" Her shout of threat was abruptly silenced by a kiss from none other than Rylan. Her eyes spanned the widest they had ever done. She couldn't believe what was happening, she could barely understand what was happening. He was a runt, a wimpy boy that supposedly did not have any superpowers, but he had just overpowered her and was now sexually assaulting her. In her current state and posture, it was hard to retaliate. In order to use one's powers, one would need to focus or concentrate. She could do neither as the kiss from the dreg was so intense that her mind was blanking out and it was taking her all just to make sure she would not be overwhelmed by the tantalising sensation. She could feel his tongue invading her mouth, tasting every nook and cranny of her oral cavity. She knew she should be feeling disgusted but she wasn't. On the contrary, she could feel herself getting warm and her pussy getting wet.

After a full minute of intense tongue-to-tongue kissing, Rylan finally parted his lips from Ilona's, leaving her in a feverish and breathless state. He let her leg down but he held her arms up over her head in return, trapping her hands by the wrist under his left hand.

"You are so beautiful, Ilona," Rylan said as he gently stroked her neck down from her face.

"I don't feel good hearing that from you, Ross," she spat. She tried.

"Your body is simply gainly… heavenly. You have the right amount of fat and muscle in the right places. For some, it's all a matter of luck but I can tell you have worked hard for this figure."

"Fucking creep… so what if that's the case? What's it to you?"

Rylan smiled wryly. "But it's a shame that you have such an awful personality. You would have someone beaten up just for taking an interest in the same girl as you have."

"I have already warned you, have I not? Stay away from her. You brought this on yourself."

"And you said all of that so proudly without feeling a tinge of guilt. Amazing. Truly shameless."

"Who are you to tell me otherwise?"

"Who am I? The one whose mercy you are at," Rylan said with a grin and lifted her blouse over her above her bosom, revealing her shapely breasts that weren't too big or small, clad in a fancy black lace brassiere. He too simply lifted the bra over her breasts and began fondling them with his free hand.

Ilona found herself instantly moaning in an ecstatic manner from his touch. It felt so good from being groped by him. She didn't know why. The strength he used wasn't too strong or too weak. It was just right. It felt like she was shocked by lightning when he touched her bosom and that shocking feeling brought only pleasure. She immediately shut herself up but the moan had already escaped and was heard by her abuser.

Rylan's grin widened. He then began suckling and nibbling on her supple mounds and perky nipples. More ecstatic moans erupted from the white-haired beauty's lips as she writhed and wriggled in the rapture that descended upon her. Ilona kept her lips shut tight so as to not let out any more cries or moans of pleasure that would degrade herself further. She couldn't believe she was feeling so much just from having her breasts played with and by a nobody of all people.

Rylan chuckled when he saw her reaction and he continued what he was doing, increasing the intensity and fervency. For the body, this might be his first but for the spirit and mind, it was the umpteenth time in the thousands. He knew what to do. He knew where to touch and how to touch based on a woman's reaction. Though he was now in a weak mortal's body, his mind and memories were retained. When he felt Ilona's resistance starting to weaken, he knew it was time to move on to the next part.

"Where do you think you're touching!?" Ilona shouted at him as she felt her hands fumbling around with the button and zipper of her slack.

As there would be plenty of opportunities for her to make all the noise she wanted later, Rylan silenced her for now with another deep kiss. Her screams and shouts were muffled by his lips.

In no time at all, he deftly undid the button and zipper and slithered his hand into her pants, squirming his way straight into her panties. Ilona's face contorted further with anger and despair as he felt Rylan's fingers caressing the entrance of her pussy. She wanted to shout and scream but the kiss had stolen all of her protests. She was more than wet. Her cunt was drenched, soaking through her undies, and now he knew. When their lips parted with strings of saliva dangling between them, Rylan widened his grin into a playful and knowing smirk. Ilona was gritting her teeth with a grimace but she was breathless from the kiss and her grimace fell off her face.

Rylan made a show of sucking his own fingers that were soaked in her juices. "You're drenched. Were you looking forward to being fucked?"

"Go fuck yourself, Ross! You're a dead man! After this, I'll castrate you and I'll make you eat your own balls! You best believe it!"

"Oooh, scary," Rylan sneered and yanked her slacks down below her knees.

For a brief moment, her hands were freed. Ilona seized that chance and retaliated. However, Rylan dodged her point-blank attacks by circling to her back and getting her arms into a hold behind her back. He then pinned her against the wall again but this time, she was facing the wall with her bountiful and malleable posterior rubbing against Rylan's hard-on. Feeling that soft sensation against his crotch was enough to dispel his moderation. He was out of his trousers and boxers in seconds. His raging hard-on was at full throttle, throbbing eagerly to taste the warm fleshy cavern of a woman. He was surprised to learn the cock belonging to this body was bigger than what his unimpressive physique might suggest. It had felt like nothing impressive when it was tucked away unerected under the pants. Rylan couldn't help but laugh at the former owner of this body. He had such an impressive tool but his cowardice prevented him from making good use of it.

"Listen to me well, Rylan," Ilona said. "If you dare to stick that accursed thing into me, I will make sure you will never see the light of the day again. I will make sure you eat your own damn balls. I will—!"

Rylan interrupted her threats as he broke in a chortle and plunged his entire length into her tight, warm, and throbbing cunt in a single thrust, fucking her doggy-style.

Ilona blacked out for a second. Something just exploded inside of her. Something immense and massive. It felt like she had just short-circuited from the unprecedented pleasure that surged through her body and nerves. Her whole body was shuddering controllably. Her mouth and eyes were gaping wide open as she stared into the starry night. There was no scream from her nor was there any form of crying. She was just stuttering incoherently like her words were stuck in her throat. It took her quite a while to realise her thighs and legs were incredibly wet. Apparently, she came with that single thrust and she squirted all over herself and also Rylan's crotch and legs.

Rylan was also moaning ecstatically while facing the sky. Ilona's pussy was such a snug fit that he nearly came too when she came, but he managed to hold back. He almost wanted to howl but he didn't want to make it any riskier than it already was. Even now, her cunt was squeezing his rod intermittently as she was basking in her afterglow. She was tighter than he anticipated. He leaned forward and took a good whiff of her. The scent he smelled off of her was a tad surprising, but a welcomed one.

"So, I'm your first man," Rylan whispered. "I'm truly glad and honoured."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking sicko!" Ilona chewed her words. She would have been screaming if it wasn't for the continuous stream of pleasure that was coursing through her body from her pussy. She had stopped shuddering but that didn't help much with her predicament. She couldn't believe she was feeling good from being raped, by such an insignificant and petty man no less. She had even cummed so hard that she fainted for a few seconds. Something was wrong with her. She wanted to believe that Rylan had used some sort of mind-altering ability on her but with the intensive training her mother had put her through, she could tell if she was under external influences or not. She wasn't. Rylan did not use any power or ability on her. She was feeling good on her own accord and she hated it.

"Yes, yes. I am a fucking sicko and you are enjoying being fucked by this sicko. What does that make you?"

Ilona wanted to just turn around and tear him into pieces with her own bare hands but it was already taking a lot out of her just to keep herself standing in this embarrassing posture. She was amazed that she did not just collapse on the spot when she experienced that staggering orgasm. Before she could completely recollect herself, Rylan's following brought about another wave of despair from him.

"I'm going to start moving now," Rylan said with an amicable tone but laced with viciousness underneath.

Ilona tried to run but she could barely stand and Rylan was grabbing her hips firmly. He was no longer locking her hands together in his grip. She didn't know when he had let her hands go but it did not matter now. She was in no condition to even struggle anymore. The best she could do was to put her hands against the wall in front of her and brace herself for what was about to come.

Rylan pulled his cock out but not entirely, leaving his tip just around the entrance. His hard and hot meat rod stroking the walls of Ilona's pussy as he was pulling out was enough to make her shudder from the pleasure. She nearly came again but managed to suppress the pleasure just enough to not make her cum. However, when Rylan thrust his cock right back into her cunt, she came immediately when she felt the entrance of her womb being hit. It had hurt so much when her womb was hit by his massive cock. She even cried out her agony. But there was also a great amount of pleasure, superseding the pain she felt and her cries of agony ended up being cries of ecstasy. She could no longer hold her voice back as Rylan began moving back and forth with his hips and crotch. She was still cumming when he started pounding her, quickly guiding her to her next peak of pleasure.

The narrow walls of the alley bounced her ecstatic moans and delightful moans back into her own ears. To her dismay, hearing her own voice was increasing her shame and also her pleasure. She came again and again as Rylan kept thrusting his breeding rod in and out of her pussy with brutal precision. He wasn't just wildly thrusting his hips like some animal. He was meticulous on top of being ruthless and relentless. At some point, he had also started playing with her breasts and teasing her nipples, increasing her pleasure some more. He was even kissing her, leaving love marks on her neck. It sickened her that her rapist was trying to shower her with loving gestures as if he was her lover.

On the approach of her eighth orgasm, Ilona finally heard those words from Rylan after cumming so much that her cunt was turning sore.

"I'm cumming," Rylan groaned. He picked up his pace and pounded Ilona harder and faster than ever in his last moments.

Ilona thought she was past caring after an hour of forced sex but when she realise they were doing it raw, panic returned to her face. "Pull it out! Pull it out!" she cried loudly and desperately. She was wiggling her hips with all the strength she could muster, trying to get Rylan's meat rod out of her before his climax.

Perhaps feeling a tad sympathetic for Ilona after making her cum for a few times in a single session, he pulled his cock out of her cunt at the last second as he unleashed gushes of his semen all over her butt and back.

A few spurts got to her hair but she was just relieved that he did not finish it inside of her. She had cummed too when he abruptly and surprisingly pulled his cock out of her cunt. When the relief receded along with her orgasm, she finally lost all strength in her legs and arms as she collapsed to the ground like a puppet cut of its strings. However, Rylan cradled her in his arms and gently laid her sitting on the ground with her back resting against the wall.

Rylan was panting in his afterglow as he pulled up his trousers and fastened the zipper, button, and belt. He very much needed this. He didn't know how much he missed fucking but that was only a matter of course as he was engaged in a battle that lasted hundreds of years.