Reassured by My Lack of Awareness
Reassured by My Lack of Awareness
Strictly speaking, Veronica's body was not mine.
However, my spirit resided within it, so I could still call it my body.
Yet, I couldn't help but be horrified and simultaneously feel shame that there was a guy lusting after my body, openly watching it, requesting poses, and then jerking off.
With both hands and both knees resting on the floor, and my butt facing him, the feeling was even more intense.
In the midst of it all, the thought that he wasn't actually touching my body brought a strange sense of relief, pushing me further into self-loathing.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
He was sending me such an ardent gaze, making me wonder how I must look to Kylon right now, and his hand was moving clumsily yet intensely.
I had absolutely no desire to see a man jerking off, but on the contrary, because he wasn't finishing, I couldn't help but narrow my glabellum and look back at him.
This bastard isn't a late ejaculator, is he?
No, judging by the previous times, that didn't seem to be the case.
As I turned my head slightly to look at him with that thought, he was still holding his un-dead dick and shaking his hand, even while ejaculating semen.
At that sight, I flinched and turned my head away again.
Can a person really be like that?
If he'd ejaculated once, shouldn't he calm down for a moment and be unable to jerk off again? Such thoughts only added to my confusion.
Although I was ignorant about a man's body, I felt a sense of madness watching him. Even at a moment when it was normal to be physically and mentally exhausted, he didn't stop his hand, struggling and moving his arm without feeling the post-ejaculation lassitude.
Originally, I'd intended to say, "You already came once. Get lost." But seeing him like this now, I couldn't say a word, fearing that if I stopped him, he'd grab my legs and start fucking me.
So I groaned, enduring the weakness in my limbs from unnecessary fear, and broke out in a cold sweat.
It became increasingly difficult to hold on, and eventually, the strength left my outstretched hands, forcing me to support myself on my elbows.
Because of this, my back tilted, bringing my head closer to the ground, and my butt was pushed up.
But without time to feel any shame about my current posture, I was simply too tired, so I relaxed my face, let it drop to the floor, and just exhaled weary breaths.
How much time had passed like that?
Kylon, who had ejaculated two more times, finally ejaculated one last time, and his semen *phut*, flew onto my butt.
Because of that, I couldn't hide my embarrassment behind the relief that it was finally over.
"No... I didn't realize it would go this far."
Kylon offered a dry, awkward laugh as an excuse to my speechless self, but the fact that a man's semen had flown onto my butt, even if it was over my clothes, made goosebumps erupt all over my body.
"Y-you crazy bastard..."
At the sight of Kylon, who was trying to get up to apologize to me with his dick exposed, I flinched and recoiled.
"P-put it away, and don't come closer. U-use Cleanse Magic from there. Got it?"
Thinking that something always went wrong when I was with this crazy bastard, I told him sternly. He quickly wiped away his semen with Cleanse Magic and pulled up his pants.
And at the same time, from where he stood, he also removed the semen that had flown onto my butt and almost soaked into my clothes.
But I couldn't forget the sensation of that sticky liquid flying and touching my butt earlier, so I crossed my arms, hugged myself, and curled up.
"Seriously, you're something else..."
As if it wasn't already heartbreaking enough to be used as masturbation material, constantly being seen or touched for sexual release, now he's ejaculating semen on top of it?
I, filled with dissatisfaction, narrowed my glabellum and glared at him.
Kylon then gave a bitter laugh and told me, as if he hadn't known himself.
"Honestly, I didn't know it would fly this far."
Hearing that, all I could do was sigh.
Well, since she said she was a woman, I suppose it could happen. That thought made me feel like I had to give her a pass in the end.
But when I heard what she said last, I thought her sin had only grown heavier, let alone getting a pass.
"...Perhaps the difference in arousal adjusts the ejaculation distance? I almost got a nosebleed seeing your butt lifted up like that at the end."
"It's because you didn't finish quickly that my arms lost strength...!"
He told me to stay in that position and then jerked off three times straight; who wouldn't lose strength in their arms in that pose?
If he'd asked Agnes or Linda, who were confident in their physical strength, it would be one thing, but to take me, the weakest one, and do this, I couldn't help but feel indignant.
In the end, filled with spite, I felt the veins throb in my glabellum and snarled at him.
"Oh, oh? If you make too much noise, everyone will immediately find out about our relationship, you know?"
But even seeing my angry face, he didn't lose his composure, pointing to the tent nearby and telling me.
They might not have seen or heard anything immediately, but it was as if he was telling me not to make any more noise.
I wanted to scream loudly at his sly face, which never lost its composure, but since he was right for now, I had no choice but to clamp my mouth shut and suppress my seething anger.
Right, it's not something to get *this* angry about, but the problem is he ejaculated semen on my butt.
If it weren't for that, I would have just cursed him as a crazy lesbian bastard and been done with it, but I got unnecessarily provoked.
*Tsk*, I clicked my tongue and rubbed my butt with my hand.
To erase the sensation of the semen flying and landing on my butt, I rubbed my soft butt repeatedly.
The unpleasant feeling didn't disappear, but as the lingering sensation faded, I felt a little better and let out a heavy sigh.
"...Are we done? I'm going."
"By the way, is it okay sleeping with the girls?"
The moment I put my hand on the rope securing the tent flap, Kylon's voice flew over before I could even move it to open.
At his question, I answered him with a glare.
"...I just squeeze in and sleep. Why? Want to switch places with me?"
"No, not that. Good night."
"......Don't sleep well. Have some nightmares."
"Such a tsundere."
"Just die, seriously."
It was baffling why my mind felt so hazy today, even though I hadn't even been touched.
Was it because of the feeling that I might be pounced on?
I exited the tent, scratched my neck, and cautiously headed towards the tent next door.
There, only Linda remained, and the other two were nowhere to be seen.
Wondering where everyone had gone, my gaze scanned the surroundings, but nothing came into view except the landscape.
Groaning, I took off the shoes I had briefly worn and slowly crawled back into the tent where I was supposed to sleep. Linda, who had been guarding the tent alone, spoke to me without hesitation.
"Ah, Saintess-nim, you're back? Is Kylon's treatment finished?"
Until yesterday, no, even until this afternoon, she wouldn't even say a word to me, chatting away with Kylon, Agnes, and Flora over there. But she's good at talking to me when Kylon is the topic, isn't she?
It felt like some sad memory was about to resurface.
Especially after hearing about Kylon's original world, where she had a lot of money and many friends, it felt even more contrasting, making me feel like tears might well up.
Well, even if I'm stuck as Kylon's healer, isn't it too much to only use me as an information source?
Of course, if they don't intend to be friendly, I won't bother approaching them either.
With various thoughts, I cautiously opened my mouth and replied to her question.
"He'll get better soon."
Especially since I made him drink my blood.
I mean, I just saw him jerk off three times in a row without rest, staring at someone's butt. How could he be sick? He's so full of vigor, he has enough stamina to fuck every woman in the world.
I tried my best to control my expression and keep my emotions from showing easily, holding the corners of my mouth, and Linda nodded.
"Well, that's a relief! Kylon catches on quickly, after all."
Behind her lively reply, a red blush spread over her lightly tanned skin.
......?
I somehow learned through the Hero that she uses training as an excuse to initiate skinship, but did she already start fondling breasts on the second day?
Unable to understand why she was making that expression on the second day, I let out a hollow sigh inwardly.
Is she easy? Or is it that she's easily passing because she's already cleared the game once?
Unable to find the answer, I cautiously took off my Veil and tried to get into my sleeping bag to sleep.
Then, realizing something, I glanced at Linda and moved my lips.
"Um, where are the other two?"
"Ah, they both went to take care of some business...?"
"...Ah. I see."
Thinking, "I asked an unnecessary question," I moved again and slipped into my sleeping bag.
I didn't indulge in the luxury of changing clothes.
Kylon's Cleanse Magic could clean me with just one use anyway, and besides, if I slept in the sleeping bag, I could sleep without having to complain about my body being uncomfortable or anything.
More than that, it's funny that there are tents and sleeping bags in this era; I guess it's a game, so they couldn't sacrifice convenience.
As I closed my eyes with various thoughts, the gently wafting sleep seemed to be carrying my consciousness away on a journey somewhere.
*
Please save me. Please save me. Please save me. Please save me. Please save me.
An awl digs under my fingernail. It hurts, it hurts. It hurts. I didn't want to know that countless nerves hold the nail and flesh together under my fingernail. Save me.
Tears flow. But more blood flows from my body. So even when I cry, it doesn't feel like I'm crying.
There is a hammer. It is a tool to strike my head. How hard is a human skull?
The moment it hit, my mind went, "Huh, where did it go?"
When I came to my senses, I was bleeding from my nose.
Scissors cut across my mouth. It continued without becoming a pretty red mask, but it hurt so much that I couldn't help but scream.
Pliers pulled out my living teeth, and my head just reveled in a pain that felt like it was turning pure white.
It hurts. It hurts.
Save me.
*
"Hah!"
Opening my eyes and exhaling, I wriggled my restricted arms inside the sleeping bag and grabbed my neck.
I'm alive. Still, still alive.
And all night long, unable to sleep any further, I just scratched my neck.
Even though my hands became damp, in the dark night, I couldn't perceive whether it was tears, blood, or sweat, so I felt relieved and dug into my neck with my fingernails.