I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The slurping sound echoed in the room as Ray gently pressed on her head before he abruptly held it firmly forcing it deep down.

"Take it all," Ray muttered.

Grace's eyes widened as the sticky liquid travelled down her throat.

He let go, and she slumped to the ground, coughing. "I almost couldn't breathe," she said, looking at Ray with some resentment.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more gentle next time," Ray spoke in a concerned tone.

"Hmm," she nodded her head.

"Bend over on the bed," he smiled while patting the bed.

"Hmph, what if he's powerful? In front of my beauty, he'll be nothing more than a horny beast," Grace thought with some disdain.

Outwardly, she still had an obedient expression, doing what Ray said.

"I'm going in." That was all she heard before she felt a tearing pain that made her entire world go silent.

For a moment, Grace couldn't even react as the numbing pain surged through her.

The only sound she could hear was the thudding rhythm of their bodies.

"Ahhh–"

Ray didn't show any mercy this time, thrusting his hips almost violently, slamming into her.

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The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed ferociously in the room, almost breaking the bed.

Grace could only be on the passive side, moaning uncontrollably with dazed eyes still in seemingly a confused state.

Ray turned her over and started to feel her bust.

He had to admit it was much larger than Freya's.

If Freya had a youthful aura, then Grace exuded the mature allure of a seasoned woman.

Ray lightly started to knead her bust, twirling around her nipples very gently and slowly. In response, Grace's moans became even louder, her eyes widening to their limits.

After a long period of relentless shaking, Ray finally felt the buildup he had been holding back for a long time.

"Get ready," he muttered, slamming deep inside her without mercy, drilling it deep.

"Wait, not inside–" Grace could only moan as she felt hopeless for the first time in her life.

The strength of the man directly overpowered all her senses, leaving her feeling helpless.

Finally, after unloading everything, Ray retracted slightly, slumping but still in full power, with a plop sound.

Grace fell weakly onto the almost broken bed with a tired expression.

"Finally done," she felt a little relieved in her heart.

Ray's eyes fell on Grace's naked body again, and his interest reignited.

"Shall we go for another round?" Ray said.

Grace's eyes widened in despair.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room again and again until the night ended and the sun had already dawned.

They didn't know that a girl right next door was also hearing the sounds and couldn't help but imagine different scenarios, which made her unable to sleep the entire night.

Ray slammed open his door with an irritated expression.

"Rest up and then you can eat," he said, looking back before walking away to eat.

Grace wasn't in any state to hear Ray. She could only sleep on the bed, extremely tired, with her entire body sore and numerous bite marks on her bouncy smooth skin, as if marking her as his.

"Damn it."

Ray cursed, looking at the system, which had not prompted him.

That meant he had not spread his genes yet.

You have to know that Ray was even more merciless to Grace than Freya. In fact, he was quite gentle with the girl compared to Grace, and his stamina had increased as well, so he shot more seed.

But he still was not able to plant the seed.

"It is true that a woman's anatomy is different, and different women have different fertility rates."

Ray couldn't help but sigh.

Grace had a more mature aura and should have a higher fertility rate than Freya, but he knew he was wrong.

The fertility rate wasn't entirely dependent on appearance, and it seemed to be true.

Ray actually didn't care if a girl was ugly or beautiful. Why care about such pretentious things in the apocalypse? As long as she was fertile, it would quickly increase his strength.

That was what mattered the most.

You only get life once, unlike video games. If you die, then you die. Ray had to be extremely careful of every move he made, or he might not even know how he died.

"Why do you have dark circles?" Ray frowned when he saw the haggard state of Freya, with messy hair and dark circles underneath her eyes.

"If you guys make so much noise that I couldn't sleep even with earplugs, and now you ask me how I slept?" she grumbled.

"Hmm, what did you say?" Ray raised his brows.

"Eh, nothing, nothing," Freya pouted with almost a forced smile. "I will cook an omelette for my master to eat with bread. Is that fine?"

"Okay," Ray nodded, not minding the term "master" at all.

It was a hearty breakfast with light enough food, protein provided by the egg, and carbs provided by the bread, making it a perfect meal.

Freya cracked an egg and started to make the omelette.

Ray looked at her back, silently admiring her youthful figure.

Soon the meal was prepared and placed in front of him.

Freya looked carefully at Ray, not daring to eat the breakfast before he did.

"Let's eat," Ray said, taking the sandwich and biting into it.

The moment he did, Freya took her breakfast as well and ate it almost instantly with big bites, as if she hadn't eaten for months, tears in her eyes.

Ray was stunned by this but soon nodded his head. He realised she must not have eaten for a long time since he didn't allow her to eat before him.

"Hey, Freya, you can eat more even if I don't eat."

Being cruel to someone he considered his own was not his style, especially since she was carrying his flesh and blood which needed more protein to nourish the body.