Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Frozen Pussy (4)
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"Ha... one... two... three..."
"Hey now. Your form's slipping. Back to the start."
"Hng... one... two... haaang!"
"Whoa there. If you mess up from one little smack, what's the point? Again."
"Oooone..."
The two of them were in the middle of a game right now.
The rules were simple. First: Complete fifty squats without breaking form. Of course, with him still inside her. If she hit fifty, they'd call it a night—no more messing around.
Second: If Rick came during the squats, he could pull out right before. But if he pulled out without cumming, it was back to square one.
Simple enough that even a kid could get it, Rick had said.
"One... twoooo..."
Nadia was dripping sweat with every squat. Her arms were clasped behind her head, leaving her massive breasts fully exposed underneath. Her soaked, glistening nipples flicked beads of sweat into the air.
"There you go. Now you're getting it. Not bad."
Rick chuckled and groped her breasts every now and then. She let out pained moans and twisted away, but that just made him grab on tighter and refuse to let go. In the end, she had no choice but to pause at the bottom of each squat, letting him fondle her at his leisure.
"Twenty-five... twenty-siiiix..."
"Ahh~ Feels like I'm getting close. Should I pull out now?"
"Ah... hng..."
Nadia, looking a bit worn out, sank down and caught her breath for a moment. Of course, Rick had no intention of letting her rest.
Slap
"Haah...!"
"Hey hey, no breaks. Trying to control the pace or something? That's cheating. Start over?"
"Hngh..."
"Come on, hop to it. This is me helping with your training, you know. Don't want you stiffening up during the break."
"Twenty-seveeeen..."
It was actually twenty-eight.
But what did it matter? It was obvious Rick would pull some trick before she finished. He'd nitpick her form or cum early. Sure, there was the option of him pulling out before cumming, but good luck timing that.
Nadia seemed to be thinking the same as me. Lately, she'd given up, just dragging out the time. Better yet, she probably just wanted morning to come and end this torment.
Rick must've caught on, because he started mocking her while smacking her ass.
Slap slap
"What're you doing, stalling like that? You're killing the fun. Or are you savoring it? Does my dick taste that good?"
"It's not... forty... ha... one..."
"Then hurry up. Shake that waist a bit."
"Forty... two... haaang..."
As Nadia shook her hips again, she suddenly let out an incredibly sultry moan. It sounded almost like she was coquettishly begging. Rick smirked and said,
"Hey, aren't you way more sensitive lately? No joke. You enjoying this now?"
"Shut up..."
"Even back when we started, your virgin reactions were off the charts. Sometimes you came the second I slid in? Does my cock just fit you perfectly inside?"
"Don't make me... haaa... forty-three..."
For once, Rick shut his mouth and just lightly stroked her waist. Things went smoothly after that, the count climbing until a number that had seemed impossible slipped from her lips.
"Forty... ah... nine."
The end of this agony was in sight, and Nadia visibly relaxed, sinking down slowly. And just like clockwork, the most cruel words fell.
"Your form broke."
"..."
Damn it.
I'd expected it, but that didn't stop the despair. Nadia glanced my way with unfocused eyes, and Rick just stroked her back without a word.
After a long silence, he said something unexpected.
"Eh, whatever. You've done well so far, so I won't nitpick."
"Huh...?"
"Finish it up. Let's call it tonight. Three days straight's worn me out too. You must be beat—take a breather."
"Ah..."
Nadia's mouth hung open blankly before she bowed her head. Her blonde hair draped over her face like a curtain.
What's wrong, Nadia? Hurry and finish. Then you can rest tonight. You've been through enough.
She didn't move for a long while. Was she just that exhausted? I watched anxiously, terrified Rick would change his mind.
Come on. Even if he cums now, just pull out right after. Hold on one last time, and it's over. Please move, Nadia.
She didn't.
Rick slowly straightened his hips and pulled her into his arms. Then, twirling her nipples with both hands, he whispered in her ear,
"What, disappointed?"
"No... that's not it."
"Then why'd you stop?"
"..."
A brutally quiet silence settled in, filled by the familiar night sounds. Crickets. Birds. Wind. Crickets. Birds. Wind. Fuck. So damn loud.
Shut up already. I can't hear what Nadia might say. Even if she's not saying anything. You never know.
Soon, a voice rang out. But it wasn't the one I hoped for.
"Fine, pull out then."
Nadia obediently lifted her hips. The moment his cock slipped free, she let out a sigh laced with emptiness.
"Knew you were disappointed. Right?"
Rick turned her to face him and stroked her cheek. Tenderly, like to a lover.
"...No."
"Then why stop? I pulled out easy. Why not finish?"
"That's..."
Nadia...?
I couldn't see her face as she turned toward him. I desperately hoped for a look of utter contempt, that she'd spit in his face or curse him out.
But she just kept her mouth shut and her head down.
"Hard to say, huh? Dumb bitch. Guess your hubby has to step in."
"Mmph!"
Rick kissed her right away. Nadia flinched, her arms trembling as her hands gripped his shoulders like she might push him away.
You bastard. Push him off, Nadia. Hurry. Don't let those lips—the ones that kissed my forehead—touch his filthy mouth.
I wished it desperately. For what felt like forever.
Nadia's hands stayed on Rick's shoulders. Soon, their tongues tangled with wet, sloppy sounds echoing through the night air. Saliva trailed down her sweat-soaked neck, and his hands began caressing her body everywhere.
"Feels good? Hey, you like it?"
No way in hell, you fucker. After all you've done to her. Right, Nadia?
We both asked the same question at once. Her answer?
"...Haa."
Just a soft sigh.
That was enough for Rick. He grinned, sat her on his lap, and slowly—gently even—pushed back inside.
"Ah... haaang... haa..."
"That's it. Ease down slow. Yeah. Fuck, this pussy's always so tight and chewy."
"Hng... ah..."
Under Rick's touch, Nadia opened her mouth freely, no holding back. Unlike her previous scream-like moans, this was soft and joyful, like to a lover.
Why, Nadia? Why make those savoring sounds? For him? Why?
Instead of answering, she clung to Rick, panting.
"Move now. Yeah."
"Haa... ang..."
Impaled, Nadia began shaking her hips slowly. Not to end it, but to please him.
"Hey, Nadia. I've been too rough, huh? You holding a grudge?"
"Shu... shut up..."
"Come on. I'm serious. Was I too harsh? Be honest."
You repulsive prick. Saying that now? Think it'll get you forgiven? No way. Tell him, Nadia. Spit out all that hatred you've bottled up.
"Obviously... you trash."
Was that hate? I was confused, but Rick just chuckled playfully and sucked a deep hickey onto the back of her neck.
"Yeah? Want me gentler from now on?"
"I... I..."
"What do you want? Tell me. Right here. What should I do for you?"
"What I want is..."
To escape you. To never suffer from trash like you again. I wanted to answer for her frozen lips.
That's what she wants, obviously.
"I... um..."
"Haa... such a pain."
Tired of her hesitation, Rick pulled her close and whispered,
"If it's hard to say, pick an option. Listen, Nadia. If you don't tell me you love me right now, I'll spill everything to the party. And when Luca wakes up, to him too."
"N-No... you can't!"
You vile bastard. Back then, I'd have bet Nadia wouldn't fall for cheap threats like that. But now? No such hope.
"Yeah? Then say you love me. Say you can't live without me. Lie if you have to. I won't tell a soul."
Rick was clever. Infuriatingly so.
And Nadia...
"...For real?"
Was an idiot. Heart-wrenchingly so.
"Yeah, for real. And hey, things between us aren't so bad, right? Closer than with anyone else in the party."
"That's... not..."
"So say it. I love you."
"..."
Unbearable silence. But I already knew her answer. I steeled myself, trying to clear my mind.
"...I love you."
Then it echoed, filling my head with those words.
"I love you."
"For real?"
"Yeah... I love you..."
"You mean it?"
"Yes. I love you."
"More than that Luca fucker?"
At those words, Nadia hesitated—just a tiny bit. Barely noticeable.
"...Yeah."
And with that, she started moving her hips even rougher.
Rick bucked in time, and she sped up more. Soon, she was practically dancing on him, and Rick laughed merrily.
"Ah... gonna cum for real now. Squeeze tight. I'm just gonna blow."
"Haa... yeah... ahng... haaaang!"
"Yeah, that's it. Here it comes!"
"Aaaang!"
As Nadia's moan burst out, Rick slammed his hips hard. At the peak, one sight seized my eyes.
Her legs, wrapped around his waist like she was embracing him dearly. Holding him tight through his orgasm, not wanting to miss a single drop.
"Hoo... what a load. You look unsatisfied, though? Another round? What do ya say?"
"..."
Nadia leaned against him, catching her breath for a long time. Then, so softly I couldn't hear,
"..."
I didn't want to know, so I didn't strain to listen. But I could guess.
Rick started thrusting like a beast again.
They say in long ordeals, victims side with their abusers. What's that called? Stockholm... or something.
...No. Whatever.
Because I know that's not it.
I'd known the truths Rick spat out for ages. I'd just buried them deep, denying them.
I knew Nadia hadn't been helping the party for a while. That's why I suggested recruiting her—because she'd vaguely realized her limits.
My skills improved leaps and bounds from peeking at Leo's swordplay, not her lessons.
I knew her advice was worthless. For a knight, she lacked strategy and creativity. Your ten words weren't worth Eli's one.
Only one thing I didn't know: That you were such a vulgar, lewd woman. That you'd let a thug like Rick toy with you this much.
...
No...
Impossible...
Has to be impossible...
Nadia. Answer me.
Is it true?
Are you really like that?
Does distance in body mean distance in heart—and closeness in body mean closeness in heart?
What did you really want? A knight's convictions? Glory in slaying the Demon King? A disciple and comrade you could trust and rely on?
Or the arms of a strong man to satisfy your desires?
I... really don't know anymore.
...
The next day, Bobby woke from his long slumber.