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-Squelch. Gush, gush. The spot where the hideous giant mushroom cock had pulled out. Thick white semen spilled out from the gap of her wide-open cunt. The sound of Brant's boots faded beyond the bushes.
"Haaahk…♡ He came inside again… that bastard."
Rozalia's chest, thoroughly ravaged, heaved with ragged breaths. "Haah♡ Haaah…… Haang♡"
Gasping. With every inhale, her huge, round tits swelled and deflated. Heat rose from her sweat-slicked cleavage.
She staggered and awkwardly squatted down. Then, as if it were a daily routine, she slipped her fingers between her cunt with practiced familiarity. A selection process to scoop out the tadpoles that Brant had buried deep in her womb, tadpoles that would become little Brant Juniors if left alone.
-Squish, squelch.
"Eueuut…♡ Th-the inside of my wowmb is t-tough… what do I do…."
She wrinkled her brow and muttered. "I really don't want to admit it… even if I die! I hate it… but… heugh… that bastard's dick is… optimized for impwegnating a girl…♡"
Her tongue was slipping. As if this, too, was part of the sexual act with Brant. She had been defeated by the pleasure that had to be forcibly injected. Under the lingering heat of the deep, hot cock milk left by Brant's giant rod, her reason was melting and leaking away.
"P-pwgnancy is dangewous..♥! Karn will… despise me."
My name. Even as she was filled to the brim with another male's seed in her womb, panting lewdly, she was worrying about me. It didn't change anything. In her Brant-exclusive giant-glans kiss room, the egg and sperm had already met in the cock-milk universe completely engulfed by the semen of the bastard Rozalia loathed. That contradiction turned me on and made me jealous.
After shutting her eyes tight, she snapped them open. An expression that said she had no choice, or perhaps one of resignation. She then thrust her pale, slender fingers deep into her own genitals.
"Huuuueut…!! Ah♥, aaaaaah—!! O, ooohk♥…!"
Her slender wrist was buried halfway into the squelching cunt. With her whole fingers, she recklessly stirred and scraped around the entrance of her womb.
"Ahheuk…! Fuck…! Sh-shit…!"
Swear words flew from lips that had been as moist and soft as flower petals. Raw words she never used in front of me. This woman, who always acted like an innocent, naive little girl in front of me, harmless and cute.
-Thwack! Squelch! Squeeelch! Every time she thrust her fingers in and out, her plump ass quivered and bounced. Taking the full impact, she twisted her wide childbearing hips. Whether she was trying to drain the cock milk, or fill the pleasure that wasn't fully satisfied. The lewd sight of her frantically fucking her own cunt while hiding in the secluded bushes. Each time she pulled her fingers out, fishy semen and clear arousal mixed thickly and splattered onto the grass.
-Pshht! Pshhuut! Chik! Her loose cunt, big enough to fit a baby fist, sprayed sticky liquid everywhere like a squirt gun. As if she wanted to water the grass with her cunt juice.
"Euheueut…! Oh, euook…!♥ Weally… ohoht♥ so frustwating…!♥"
The pace of her fingers quickened. She dug her nails in, scraping the sensitive folds of her vaginal walls. Her throat bobbed roughly. "Oh, it drives me crazy, hot-!…… I, I can't stwop my handssss……!!♥♥ Ohhoong…!!"
A spasm. Her tiny little toes curled tightly.
"Ahahat…!♥ I'm cumming, un…!♥ Ot, euook… while scwaping out the frustwating cum… I, I'm cumming…!♥ Heeeung…!! Un, ah…!♥"
Her head snapped back. Between her lips, her red tongue lolled out. Sticking her tongue out into the air like an idiot, her wrist didn't stop, furiously pumping her cunt even faster. As if she was determined to scrape out every last bit of Brant's cum that clung to the depths of her cervix.
-Chiilik!!
"Ungooooooh—!!!♡♡"
An intense tide. Sour liquid splattered everywhere, soaking the bushes. The faint scent of roses drifted into my nose.
-Thump. Rozalia sprawled out on the grass. Legs splayed open like an upturned frog. Tears of overstimulation clung to the corners of her eyes, and sticky drool trickled from her half-open mouth. The face of a female monkey, full of lust and addicted to masturbation.
"Aheeeee…."
Her eyes rolled back. Her rapeseed-flower colored eyes, rolled upwards, lost their focus. Tongue lolling out, her reason had run away like an idiot. Cheeks flushed red with the heat of pleasure. The worst masturbation, scraping out cum that was creampied into her, only to get herself horny all over again. She shoved her whole small, delicate hand deep inside, as if trying to reach the inside of her own womb. Yet her flushed face was blatantly showing the satisfaction of her sexual desires being sated, like giving a five-star rating to a meal she just ate.
"……."
Rozalia was still out of her mind. Lying spread-eagled, her thighs spasmed intermittently.
"Eh, heeee… Ka, Karn… if you touch my boobies… that would be nice… master's cock milk… I will scwape it out…♡"
-A throb.
"……"
A whirlwind of emotions. Different colors of paint mixed messily on the palette. Excitement. Jealousy. A sense of depravity. But the ugliest color that rose to swallow it all, the one I hated seeing the most, was pity. My own disgusting cowardice.
I was the one who dirtied her. I pushed her. I dangled a proposal in front of her, a condition she couldn't give up. Cornered to the limit by this hopeless bet, she was spreading her legs for someone she loathed to death. I didn't cherish her. I didn't value the love she gave me. Even if Brant really stole her from me, I had no right to say a word. At least that bastard knew the value of Rozalia's love better than I did.
I stepped on the grass. I put strength into my legs and stood up. Rozalia, sprawled on the grass, still babbling nonsense. I grabbed her slender wrist.
"Eh, eek-!?" She flinched. Her shoulders shot up. Her unfocused golden eyes snapped open wide. "Ka, Karn!? Wh-when did you… get he, here…!"
Fluster. Shame. And that warm affection that reflexively burst out the moment she saw me. The sight of her floundering to avoid my gaze was just like my usual cute, silly girlfriend.
I shut my mouth. I grabbed her wrist and ran.
"Ah, Ka, Karnnn…! M-my legs are wobbly…!"
The old school building corridor. Cherry blossom petals drifted in through the window gaps. I kicked open the door to the empty classroom and roughly pulled her in, pinning her against the wall.
-Bang!! Her slender back hit the wall. I stretched out my arm and pressed it against the wall, completely blocking her escape with my shoulder and arm. A romantic kabe-don straight out of a shoujo manga.
And at that moment, translucent blue screens appeared in the air.
[System] : Partner's emotions have reached a certain level. Acquired 1 Netoright.
[System] : A romantic situation has been detected. Acquired 1 Netoright.
"……." A hollow laugh escaped me. Like this. It was this easy. Just by pinning her against the wall and locking eyes with her, the system willingly spat out a reward. Over a few measly Netorights. I provoked a stupid girl who would be happy with anything as long as I was pleased, forcing lies out of her mouth. Pushed her into shame. Even though I knew better than anyone that she couldn't refuse.
The classroom was left with only the sound of breathing. Rozalia's wet eyelashes trembled. She nervously watched my expression. A light peck on the lips, a bird kiss. I tried to give her one, but my jaw felt stiff and wouldn't move easily. I was clumsy. Compared to her straightforward heart, I was hopelessly clumsy at everything. All I had to do was give her a quick kiss and tell her she's pretty, just like she does. I was pathetic. I only ever knew how to hide in the shadows, teasing and tormenting her with a sly grin, but when it came to conveying my true feelings, I was endlessly cowardly. I was the cowardly fool.
I gritted my teeth. I'll adapt. That's right… I'll adapt. Like her. Like how she stood naked in front of dozens for me. I had to break through my own lowest depths. I'll just picture Rozalia's beaming smile. I'll set the goal of my future life as her happiness. Let's fill the sketchbook in my heart with fun memories and happy moments with her.
"Karn… are you… angry…?" She asked in a timid voice, carefully tugging at my sleeve.
"I love you." Bluntly. The most raw truth burst out.
"Ah……."
"I really, really like you."
Rozalia's lips parted slightly. Her rapeseed-flower colored eyes shook violently.
"Rozali…… no." The name that Brant would never know. The name only I knew in this world. I formed the shape with my mouth. "■■■."
-BEEP. Filtered. Her past life's name was garbled into noise. The system arbitrarily censored it, saying the language didn't fit this romance fantasy world. But it didn't matter. The shape of my lips, the movement of my tongue, the warmth in my eyes. There was no way she wouldn't know.
"……Ah." Rozalia's eyes instantly reddened. Clear droplets formed, then, plop. A large tear rolled down her delicate cheek. "Hn… u, uk…." She buried her head. Covered her face with both hands. The face that was always languid and indifferent. And the arrogant mask of a genius swordswoman or a depraved noble lady. All of it melted away at my confession. Her small shoulders shook like a child's.
"You… idiot……." A sniffle wet with tears. "I love ███…………."
She threw herself into my arms. A defiled body that had been rolling around in another man's arms just moments ago. Rather, even that side of her was beautiful. Things like that didn't matter one bit. All that mattered was this warmth, clinging tightly to my neck and bawling like a little kid.
"Me too, wuaaah… I love you the most too… really, I love you so much it drives me crazy……!"
A cashmere sweater holding the winter sunlight. That warmth filled my heart completely. Rozalia, rubbing her face against my chest, tears and snot everywhere.
-Smack. Smack, smack. Pink hair. I lowered my lips. Like the sparrow pecking at my head earlier that day, I showered her crown with love. Smack. Smack. Smack. Without a break.
I cupped her cheeks. They were a mess of tears. Wet. I turned her head and pressed my lips to hers. And I held her tear-stained cheeks and deeply kissed those soft, jelly-like pink lips.
-Smack. Smooch.
"Hmmm…♡ Karnn… haeup." Her soft arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She held me tight. The world's sweetest and saltiest kiss, mixed with tears. Our lips parted. Saliva stretched and broke like a silver thread. Our breaths were ragged.