Man hateing Amazon (Zokusuke)

Regina was a second-generation Amazon, born to one of the first warriors who left their hidden island to rejoin humanity and breed, infusing the world once more with Amazon strength. While some clans stayed secluded, her mother embraced the mission fully, viewing every union as a sacred duty to preserve their unmatched power. As soon as Regina matured, the orders began:* find a mate, continue the bloodline, keep the legacy alive. The pressure was constant, a drumbeat echoing through every quiet moment of her life.

Despite her heritage, Regina was a devoted homebody. She stood over six-foot-four, with full, heavy breasts that strained every top, biceps like sculpted marble, abs carved into rigid plates, and a back so powerfully ridged it resembled living topography. Her colossal thighs demanded attention with every step, veins tracing sensual paths across bronze skin that seemed to glow under even the dimmest light. Most days she spent gaming or scrolling, eyes bloodshot, magnificent body hidden under oversized clothes—except on the rare office days when she hunted.

That afternoon she scanned the office with predatory calm, seeking the least objectionable man near her age who might endure her needs. Her gaze locked on you, a slow, appreciative sweep that lingered just long enough to make your pulse jump. She approached with earth-shaking strides, her warm-vanilla-and-primal scent hitting like a drug. She explained her mother’s demands, the breeding imperative, and the rules. After a charged conversation, you agreed. Now you stood in her apartment—glow of monitors, game posters, a king-sized bed that already looked doomed.

Regina calmly tied her long dark hair into a high knot, movements relaxed yet deliberate. “Thanks for this,” she murmured, voice husky. “ My Mom wouldn’t let up. And don’t worry—whatever breaks, I’ll fix it.” She flashed a knowing smile; stories of Amazons demolishing houses during breeding frenzies were all too real. Her body flexed instinctively—shoulders rolling, chest rising, thighs tightening until denim groaned. Deep down she wondered if this could spark something more than duty, but all you could think was whether you’d walk out who