What Expression Should I Make?
What Expression Should I Make?
I gathered those participating in the battle for a brief discussion.
I had Veronica listen in as well, but she just listened without offering any opinions, as if she understood, and then simply nodded.
Of course, one could say it was natural since she wasn't fighting herself, but once I knew what was truly on her mind, even that demeanor felt a little uncomfortable.
How should I put it? The way she seemed willing to do anything to reach the Ending, if that was the way for her to return home, made me unnecessarily anxious. So, in the end, to show her a little consideration, I proposed a strategy where I would stay as close to her as possible.
No one voiced any complaints about the strategy, and afterward, I clapped my hands and dismissed them.
Everyone returned to their rooms, and I quietly watched Veronica as she was the last to leave.
Linda was watching from beside me, and I agonized for a long time over whether I should say something, but I couldn't utter a single word until she closed the door and left.
'...I want to go home.'
Honestly, it wasn't that I didn't understand the meaning of those words.
As for me, I don't think much of my home, so I don't have any affection for it, but she was different from me, and she was thinking naturally.
She was dragged into this world against her will, and unlike me, who enjoys embracing women, she was subjected to torture that could be called live experimentation, and even developed trauma. Could I really be selfish with her?
It wouldn't be so bad to go back to when I had a lot of money, left home, and met various women. Returning to that time wouldn't be bad.
So, I couldn't be selfish.
To be selfish even after seeing Veronica's suffering would only prove that I was a hideously selfish person, and nothing more.
I quietly stared at the door Veronica had exited through and let out a sigh.
As if lingering regret remained at that door, I slumped my shoulders and then lowered my gaze.
A night filled with many thoughts.
As I remained silent for a long time, Linda's voice came from beside me.
"...Kylon?"
"Uh, why?"
"No, you just seemed to be deep in thought."
Perhaps worry, concern, or anguish was showing on my face, as Linda was looking at me worriedly.
Hearing that, I hastily raised my hand and wiped my face, erasing my expression.
"...No, I'm fine."
Actually, I wasn't fine.
I had been enjoying myself so much, excited by the thought of a new world, new adventures, new women, and intense play that would be difficult in everyday life, but Veronica wasn't like that.
The image of the Saintess's Robes, which should have been pure white, stained red, still lingered in my mind.
That room, stained as if a bloody storm had passed through, and the Potion in her bag, made my heart heavy.
When she said she wanted to be helpful in this way because she felt useless now, I thought it was absurd.
I thought, 'What kind of foolish act is this? I can't understand why anyone would want to be helpful to this extent.'
But when Veronica said she wanted to go home, I felt like I understood the meaning, and my lips trembled.
Damn it.
Seeing Veronica, who, despite hearing the sounds of this scoundrel having sex in the next room, kept her mouth shut, knowing that it had to be done for the game's Ending, made me feel an automatic sense of guilt.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with what she said.
Raising Favorability Scores, Conditioning them, conquering them to increase power, and evolving the Holy Sword through adventure—these were the main objectives of this game.
That way, the difficulty would drop significantly when fighting the Demon King.
That's why it was even more of a problem. Knowing that, her willingness to understand me completely, her desire for that Ending herself, her wish to leave this world once it's over, her readiness to do anything and turn a blind eye to anything—it all bound my heart.
At first, true to my lighthearted nature, I would just masturbate whenever I stood up, masturbate whenever I stood up, and tease her in that way. But now, even those actions felt regrettable tonight.
After much hesitation, I looked at Linda, who was gazing at me with a worried expression.
"...We didn't train today, but... will you keep me company for a bit?"
And so, to clear my head, to conquer her, and to move towards the Ending all at once, I quietly suggested it.
I also thought that since Veronica had been so considerate, I should grant her wishes.
I wondered if I was a crazy bitch myself. It was absurd to be about to embrace one woman while thinking of another, but Veronica's emotional words had pierced my heart so deeply that I felt I couldn't help it.
After a long wait, Linda hesitated, as if embarrassed, or as if it was difficult to agree immediately without some justification, then nodded.
"Uh, mm-hmm..."
"Instead, I'll be rough with you again today."
"Ah, ahh. Ah, alright."
Linda, who enjoyed being treated roughly, blushed and untied her high ponytail, letting her straight hair fall loose.
I grabbed her body with a *thud*, lifted her onto the bed, then covered her mouth and intertwined our tongues.
"Hmph, ugh!"
Our saliva mixed, its concentration seemed to deepen, and our breaths seemed to merge into one, making me feel crazy.
All my thoughts immediately blurred, to the point where I just wanted to focus on this.
Wondering how wonderful it was to enjoy a feeling of unity with just our mouths, I extended my tongue and explored Linda's tongue and mouth.
When we broke apart, ragged breaths were drawn, and a thin strand glistened between our tongues before dissipating into the air.
"Hoo-ah, haa... Oh, you're rougher than usual today."
"Turn around."
"Hmph."
The switch was flipped.
And Linda, trembling at that cold voice, turned her head and lay prone on the bed, as if submitting.
Seeing her raise her hips as if to flirt, I pulled off her leggings and immediately inserted myself into her.
"You're already wet just from a kiss?"
"Hmph! K-Kylon, you're teasing me..."
*Thump, thump.* As I slowly began to thrust my hips, the initially tight Pussy became slick with Vaginal Fluid, like lubricant flowing, helping me move in and out easily.
The Pussy, instantly widened to the shape of my Dick, tightened around me as if it were exclusively for me, sending a tingling sensation as a great stimulus to my glans.
As I groaned, 'Ugh,' Veronica's face appeared in my mind again.
Frowning, I thrust my hips roughly to momentarily forget that face.
At first, I wasn't used to a man's body, and even masturbating felt awkward, but now, after doing it a few times, I was slowly learning how to thrust my hips with a man's body and how to pleasure a woman's body with a man's Dick.
I heard the dull thud of skin colliding, and simultaneously, the squelching sound of her buttocks and my lower abdomen, slick with fluid.
As my Dick moved back and forth in her Pussy, a squishing sound echoed in my ears, and occasionally, a sound of air escaping tickled my ears.
But why did Veronica keep coming to mind even while I was having sex with Linda?
Unable to understand that fact, I angrily covered Linda's body from above, buried her face in the pillow, and only moved my hips.
I became like the shari and neta of sushi, stacked on top, restraining and pressing her against the bed.
I mechanically thrust my hips, digging into her slick Pussy with my massive Dick, and when I poked her Cervix, she screamed sounds oscillating between pain and climax.
But even that was just a moan audible only to me, due to her face being buried in the pillow.
"You're nothing but a Bitch."
As I muttered that, gripping her ample breasts and thrusting my hips fiercely, she heard my words and clenched her Pussy tight.
I had thought she was a masochist, but I hadn't expected her to react with such apparent pleasure to those words even in this situation, so I widened my eyes and slowly thrust my hips.
"What, this was your taste? You're a Masochist bitch, aren't you?"
I said it as if to humiliate her, but she seemed to be enjoying even that, drooling profusely without any sign of coming to her senses.
"...Heh, hek, ah, nooo..."
I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up to face me, revealing half-closed eyes, a deep flush, and ragged breathing, all indicating that she was already continuously climaxing.
Furthermore, I realized she was clenching her Pussy every time I insulted her.
I had only known from games that one would be crushed by a strong person and become a defeated Pussy bitch, but seeing that subduing and insulting her directly worked, I felt a fresh sense of surprise.
"Masochist bitch... go!"
I grabbed Linda's neck and squeezed, thrusting my hips roughly, and she lifted her head, her eyes rolling upwards.
She instinctively tried to grab my hands and pull them away, but it was futile; there was only Linda, climaxing while her breath was choked off.
"Keheuk, hyeuk eugeugeuk, ageugeut."
Even though I felt like I was about to ejaculate, I held back, held back, and then at the very end, I thrust deep into her Pussy and ejaculated Semen. She trembled violently, drenched in a powerful climax, and then immediately collapsed onto the bed with a *thud*.
I even felt relieved that her choked throat had prevented her from letting out a scream-like moan, so I let out a deep sigh.
After remaining there for a long time, I slowly got up after ejaculating all my Semen inside her.
Leaving her collapsed, I cast my gaze beyond the wall and frowned, my Glabellum furrowed.
I hadn't realized it when I was enjoying myself thoughtlessly, but even as I reveled in the sensation of ejaculation and conquest, the thought that she was enduring her pain alone, in solitude, made the feeling of improvement stubbornly refuse to disappear.
I quietly watched Linda, who lay prone on the bed, breathing heavily as if trapped in the afterglow of climax, then sat alone on the bed, clutching my hair and groaning.
"...Fuck."
What kind of expression am I supposed to make, damn it?