Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130 The Experience Wasn’t Bad

Chapter 130 The Experience Wasn’t Bad

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Her mental pep talk finished, Margaret went in with grim determination. She closed her eyes, leaned down, and pressed her lips to his.

Primo was still cheering her on. “Go, Host! The deeper the contact, the better the energy conduction— wait. Why did my screen just go black? I’m supposed to be providing live instructions!”

Margaret ignored it entirely. Her lips had already met Baar’s-dry, searing hot.

She was still trying to figure out what exactly “the deeper the better” meant in practical terms when she felt the calm energy inside her body flowing steadily into his through the point of contact.

This isn’t purification. He’s draining me!

In the half-second she spent on that thought, Baar’s eyes snapped open.

They were eyes bereft of all reason. The brilliant gold had contracted to thin vertical slits, flooded with a predatory intensity that left no room for anything else.

Margaret’s heart jolted. She tried to pull back on instinct.

A broad hand clamped against the back of her head with crushing force, his fingers weaving into her hair and holding her in place as he took control of the kiss and deepened it.

“Mmph!” Margaret shoved both hands against his burning chest on reflex, trying to push free, but this was an SSS-class male on the edge of frenzy. The sheer force was absolute.

Worse, the pressure rolling off him had mingled with something else a strange, numbing current that slipped through the kiss and into her nerves. Every bone in her body went soft. She couldn’t lift a single finger.

A low sound rumbled from Baar’s throat. His other arm hooked around her waist and tightened.

The room spun. Margaret could barely process what was happening. He pulled her onto his lap in one swift move. She straddled his hips, the position dangerous and unmistakably intimate.

But he didn’t go further. He closed those terrifying slit-pupiled eyes again and parted her lips with his own, drinking in her cool purification energy with raw, desperate instinct.

Margaret’s eyes went wide. Her hands braced against his shoulders. Her mind raced through escape routes. but it didn’t take long to realize he had no intention of tearing her apart. He was just holding her there, kissing her like his life depended on it

As her energy poured into him, his body slowly relaxed and his ragged breathing evened out.

Even the giant black serpent had gone still. It curled up and rested its massive head on its own tail, tongue flicking in and out with a satisfied hiss.

Margaret was exhausted. Her waist was pinned tight in his grip. Escape was impossible, let alone fighting back. The constant drain of energy was dragging her down into a thick, drowsy haze.

her down

She gave up and let him do whatever he wanted, and honestly, once she got past the initial shock, the

he wanted

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Chapter 130 The Experience Wasn’t Bad

experience wasn’t bad at all.

She closed her eyes and let her rigid body go slack..

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In the dark of the system space. Primo was losing its mind. Locked out and pacing in frantic circles, it wailed into the void. “Oh come on! What’s the harm in one look? I’m all data—it’s not like I don’t understand the concept! Host, are you even doing the purification right? Just say something!”

Margaret had fully muted Primo’s noise.

Baar’s body heat was staggering, bleeding through the thin layers of their clothing. His kiss had shifted, too —the brutal, devouring edge easing into something slower and more deliberate.

The man acts like a stiff-backed officer all day, but he’s this good at kissing?

officer all d

Margaret filed the complaint away in her head. Her arms tightened around him anyway.

The alarms were still blaring in the corridors and the red lights were still flashing, but inside the isolation chamber, the storm had passed

Baar’s breathing had steadied. His grip on her head loosened, his hand sliding down through her hair and coming to rest against her back.

That was when she felt it-his dick, hard and pressing against her through the thin fabric between them.

Margaret froze. Her brain caught up half a second later.

The frenzy barely dropped and he’s already hard?

She shoved against his chest. This time, he let her push him back.

Bui Baar didn’t let go. He dipped his head and buried his face into the curve of her neck, his chest heaving as he drew in rough, uneven breaths.

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