For the late-night meal, Clarissa prepared pan-fried steak and boiled noodles. The taste was quite good, and Sylas was very satisfied with the meal. Given Sylas's current physical condition, he didn't need to worry about gaining weight, so he could eat as much as he wanted, even at night.
After filling his stomach, Sylas said, "Tonight, everyone should get some rest early. Tomorrow, we have a group action."
"A group action? Are we also participating?" Hayden asked in surprise.
"Yes, all of you," Sylas replied with a smile. "I plan to take you to the supermarket tomorrow. Our supplies are still not enough."
"We're going to the supermarket for a free shopping spree," he added.
"The supermarket? That sounds great. I want to go," Hayden said enthusiastically.
"Will it be dangerous?" Sydney asked worriedly.
"There's no real danger during the day," Sylas assured her. "Besides, with our current strength, there's nothing to worry about."
Given Sylas's power, ordinary zombies posed no threat. Even mutated zombies could be easily dealt with.
"We'll go too," Clarissa confirmed. Supplies were essential for their survival. The more they had, the better their chances of living comfortably. Not just food, but also clothes, spices, and other necessities needed to be stocked up. This included many women's personal items.
Hearing that Sylas planned to collect supplies from the supermarket, the women became excited.
"Alright, get some rest," Sylas said, standing up and heading to his bedroom.
The villa had plenty of rooms, more than enough for everyone to have their own. Sylas returned to his room, undressed, and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.
Given the current circumstances, there wasn't much to do at night, so it was better to get some rest. Sylas, having fought all day, was already exhausted.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. A figure quietly entered the room. Sylas abruptly opened his eyes and sat up, looking towards the door. With his night vision ability, he could see clearly even in the dim room.
It was Clarissa who had walked in.
"Clarissa, what are you doing here?" Sylas asked in surprise.
As soon as he spoke, Sylas's eyes roamed up and down Clarissa, a fire igniting within him. Clarissa had clearly put effort into her appearance; she wore light makeup that made her look exceptionally beautiful. She was dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown, partially revealing her body in a highly seductive manner.
This was the first time Clarissa had dressed so provocatively in front of Sylas. Sylas's heart raced as he began to understand Clarissa's intentions. He felt a surge of anticipation.
Clarissa didn't speak. She simply approached Sylas with a shy expression, slowly climbing onto the bed beside him. Her actions made it clear what she wanted.
Given the situation, Sylas didn't hold back. Although he had already been with Lillian earlier in the bath, his strong physique meant that Lillian alone hadn't satisfied him. Now that Clarissa was offering herself, Sylas certainly wasn't going to refuse.
Sylas sealed Clarissa's crimson lips with his mouth, forcefully kissing her. As Sylas's tongue intertwined with Clarissa's, sucking desperately, Clarissa could only emit faint moans from her throat.
The more Clarissa struggled, the tighter Sylas pressed his body against hers. Sylas's hand caressed down from Clarissa's chest to her abdomen, feeling the flat and soft surface, accompanied by rapid breaths, tightening and loosening, without lingering much, he continued down her lower abdomen, despite Clarissa's fierce resistance, which proved futile.
With no obstacles, Sylas inserted himself between Clarissa's legs, teasing her clitoris through her underwear.
Pressing his lower body even tighter against Clarissa's buttocks, she tightened her legs to avoid Sylas's hands, arching her back. Sylas firmly grasped the hard object below, feeling the pressure from her elastic buttocks, almost as if Clarissa was cooperating with him.
Lifting Clarissa around her waist, Sylas carried her behind the sofa and pressed her against the back of it, tilting her upper body forward so her abdomen pressed against the backrest, leaving Clarissa suspended in the air with her lower body on the ground, her buttocks raised high and fully exposed to Sylas.
Unable to resist, Clarissa could only struggle in vain. Seizing the opportunity when Clarissa was defenseless, Sylas roughly lifted her skirt, revealing her full buttocks and shapely thighs, nearly making him dizzy. Clarissa's buttocks were round and firm, without a bit of excess fat.
"Oh... please don't..." Clarissa's plea excited Sylas to the point of trembling, as he proceeded almost rudely to tear off Clarissa's tightly clasped panties, pulling them down to her ankles, leaving her almost hanging in the air.
Clarissa's lower body was now completely exposed.
"...Ah," this sound was because Sylas's hand pressed heavily on Clarissa's labia, kneading them up and down. It seems that no matter the circumstances, instinctual reactions are irresistible.
Sylas once again laid on Clarissa's immaculately smooth back, blowing gently in her ear while saying, "You're too charming."
The pressure of Sylas's hand intensified, his thumb sliding up along her inner thigh. Clarissa knew where the destination was, so she struggled even more. With Sylas pressing down on her back, his fingers relentless, Sylas's thumb finally slid to Clarissa's anus. Clarissa trembled abruptly, letting out a long moan, burying her head, as Sylas knew this area was very sensitive.
While kneading Clarissa's labia on one side, and pressing and caressing her anus on the other, Clarissa felt like she was going insane, not just from excitement but also from shyness, her body stiffening.
Sylas promptly leaned in to Clarissa's ear: "Does it feel good? If it does, moan, there's something even better."
Just as Clarissa was about to speak, Sylas's fingers parted her pussy lips, delving into the tender flesh, nudging her clitoris, rapidly stimulating it. Clarissa could only widen her eyes and endure. Suddenly, to their surprise, Sylas felt something oozing from Clarissa's little hole. Just a few minutes ago she didn't want it, and now there was sensation.
In a mocking tone, Sylas lightly said, "You're just a little slut," embarrassing Clarissa, who bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red. The "no, no" plea was sporadic. Sylas smoothly pulled Clarissa's clothes down, easily stripping her pajamas to her waist, leaving Clarissa fully naked. Now, she lay bare in front of Sylas...
Due to her unbalanced body, Clarissa's hands couldn't always resist Sylas, occasionally having to lean on the sofa for support. So, Sylas almost recklessly indulged in Clarissa's most intimate parts.
Sylas raised his palm and slapped it with a sharp "smack" on Clarissa's fair, plump buttocks. Clarissa let out a "Ah" but dared not turn to look at Sylas, instead bowing her head in tears, the cries already carrying a sense of conquered destiny.
Sylas did not stop, slowly but decisively continuing to spank Clarissa's bottom. With each strike, Clarissa would let out a cry until gradually she stopped squirming.
Sylas dabbed a bit of the secretion from Clarissa's nether regions and deliberately showed it to her.
Suddenly, Clarissa convulsed a few times, accompanied by suppressed moans. Lo and behold, streams of female ejaculate gushed out from her pussy, warm and wet, splattering onto Clarissa's rounded buttocks, drenching the floor. It's no wonder Clarissa had stayed silent earlier.
Clarissa collapsed limply. Her body hung over the back of the sofa. Seeing that Clarissa had lost all resistance, Sylas walked to the front of the sofa, kneeling on the cushion with one leg, bringing his overflowing lower body closer to Clarissa.
Sylas gazed at Clarissa with an unquestionable look. Clarissa, a mature woman, naturally understood Sylas's intentions.
Clarissa lifted her head and slowly raised her hand to help Sylas unbutton, removing his trousers, then slowly pulling down his underwear, the rhythm simply... Clarissa grasped Sylas's shaft with one hand, while her other hand supported his hip. The tender skin paired with long and fleshy fingers brought great stimulation to Sylas.
Clarissa looked up at Sylas, her hand on his hip moving to his scrotum, gently teasing it. She then stretched her alluring neck, opened her mouth, taking Sylas's glans completely, giving it a gentle suck.
Clarissa's head moved back and forth, allowing Sylas's glans to slide in and out of her mouth. Sylas tilted his head back, eyes closed in enjoyment, murmuring, "With your tongue."
Clarissa indeed was clever, promptly curling her tongue to lick and play with Sylas's glans. Whenever Sylas gave an instruction, Clarissa was sure to comply precisely. In this way, Sylas thoroughly enjoyed Clarissa's oral skills, keeping his scrotum moist from her attentions.
Clarissa obediently used her tongue to kiss and lick Sylas's buttocks, the sensation was truly amazing. Clarissa followed Sylas's groin from his waist down, which really surprised him. Sylas didn't expect Clarissa to do this, which impressed him greatly.
Clarissa realized something, and Sylas grabbed Clarissa's buttocks with one hand, lifting them up, while the other hand grabbed her hair. He aimed at Clarissa's honey pot and thrust inside. Before Clarissa could react, she was penetrated by Sylas. Clarissa's head jerked up suddenly, "Ah..." This sound, which had previously been one of pain, now transformed into excitement.
Sylas knew he had conquered Clarissa. Clarissa tightly gripped the sofa cushion with both hands, her body swaying back and forth with Sylas's thrusts. With each push, Clarissa's plump buttocks intimately connected with Sylas.
Sylas's dream had become a reality—this enchanting woman, with her sexy buttocks, had her most desired passage penetrated by Sylas. She had no strength left to resist, allowing Sylas to take charge. Clarissa lay on the sofa, letting Sylas have his way.
At that moment, Sylas slowed down. He wanted to tease Clarissa, alternating between fast and slow, deep and shallow thrusts, not allowing Clarissa to articulate her thoughts fully. Sylas aimed to make Clarissa lose control.
Clarissa began to wriggle, and as Sylas withdrew his member, raising the tip, Clarissa tensed up as Sylas's glans touched her anal opening. Yes, Clarissa guessed right, but she had no time or strength to escape. Sylas, with a well-lubricated shaft, unhesitatingly pushed into Clarissa's unexplored territory. Clarissa stretched her neck, arched her back, let out a painful cry. However, only half of Sylas's member had entered when Clarissa gasped, saying, "Don't... don't, I can't... Ah, don't go any further."
It was tight there, making Sylas extremely excited. Sylas watched as Clarissa raised her plump buttocks high, unwilling to stop. With a forceful thrust, he went all the way in. At this moment, everything about Clarissa belonged to Sylas. Clarissa's hands flailed in the air, and Sylas once again lifted her up, positioning Clarissa face down on the sofa. He pressed his whole body onto her back.
Clarissa seemed to have completely surrendered, allowing Sylas to have his way with her. Sensations of pleasure flooded Sylas's lower body. In a commanding tone, Sylas said, "Push your butt up."
Clarissa had completely transformed, desperately lifting her hips while emitting seductive moans.
Sylas pinched, twisted, pulled, and flicked Clarissa's stiff nipples, causing her to cry out more seductively. Sylas almost wanted to push Clarissa into the sofa. Finally, under the assault of Clarissa's plump buttocks, a surge of heat burst forth, all of it absorbed by Clarissa's body.
At the same time, Clarissa tensed her entire body, furrowing her brow, then flung her long hair back, a stream of heat splashing onto Sylas's glans.
Sylas lay on top of Clarissa, his member still inside her. Clarissa remained motionless, her deadly buttocks pressed beneath Sylas's abdomen, still resilient. Sylas gently stroked it, slowly pulling out. He flipped Clarissa over, and oh my, with her eyes closed, she seemed to be enjoying it, as if Sylas was her elixir of excitement.
Sylas said, "It's all wet down there, help me clean it up." Clarissa stood up quietly, leading Sylas to the bathroom, turning on the water. Sylas hugged Clarissa, saying, "I mean, you help me." Clarissa pursed her lips, lost in thought, then squatted down, slowly raising Sylas's member, enveloping it with her mouth.
Her tongue rolled over it incessantly as she massaged Sylas's scrotum with her hand. Then suddenly, she rapidly moved back and forth, her tongue furiously flicking, her mouth swiftly stroking. Sylas let out a roar, erupting once again.
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That night, Sylas was extremely satisfied. Clarissa cried out for half the night, her voice becoming hoarse.
The next morning, Sylas's daily task was reactivated. He checked it and was immediately pleased.
Daily Task: "Kill 1,000 zombies. Reward: Skill - Combat Master."
**Combat Master:** "Mastery of various close combat techniques."
Sylas was thrilled with the Combat Master skill reward. He currently possessed immense strength but lacked proper combat skills. The Combat Master skill couldn't have come at a better time. Moreover, killing 1,000 zombies was not a difficult task for Sylas.
Clarissa, feeling unwell, stayed home to rest. Even the task of making breakfast was handed over to the other women. After eating breakfast, Sylas set out to complete his task, planning to handle the supermarket shopping after obtaining the Combat Master skill.
Killing 1,000 zombies wasn't a hard task. If it had been 1,000 mutated zombies, Sylas wouldn't have managed it. But 1,000 ordinary zombies were easily within his reach. Sylas also had an idea he wanted to test.
He walked to the street and found a building to hide in, then took out a speaker and turned it on. Using telekinesis, he placed the speaker on top of a scrapped bus in the middle of the street. As music blared from the speaker, all the nearby zombies were drawn towards it. However, they couldn't climb up the tall bus, and it would take them a while to damage the speaker.
Sylas waited patiently. When he felt there were enough zombies gathered, he took out his Desert Eagle. Using telekinesis, he floated the Desert Eagle above the bus.