Aisha's Jealous Heartache
"..."
In the face of this sudden crisis, both Aisha and Minwoo could only stare at each other in stunned silence, utterly frozen. Aisha gaped blankly at the scene unfolding before her eyes, while Minwoo floundered in confusion, unsure how to react to Aisha's unannounced arrival. Chloe, meanwhile, was so lost in the haze of her first penetration—anal penetration, no less—that her mind had half-blanked out, leaving her oblivious to the intruder's presence.
Minwoo was the first to break the ice, barely.
"Uh... so... in a situation like this... what the hell do you even say...?"
"..."
After mumbling nonsense for a bit, he paused, thought it over, and tried again.
"Long time no see...?"
Only then did the tension snap from Aisha's rigid frame. She stammered out, "S-s-sor..."
"Sor...?"
"Sorry for interrupting!!"
BAM! With a sound like the door might shatter, Aisha bolted from the room like a shot.
Only now did Minwoo realize his response had been pretty damn stupid.
If I'd just used the glow stick, I could've handled this cleanly...
Surprisingly, Minwoo proved woefully inept at dealing with abrupt surprises.
Whatever, no big deal. Still, I'm curious why she showed up out of nowhere.
He'd planned to spend the whole day leisurely ravishing Chloe's body, but now he decided to move things along a tad faster. He'd already figured out how to reach the elves' hideout, so there was no need to obsess over Chloe alone.
Gazing up at Chloe, who remained pinned in place with his cock buried in her ass, Minwoo said—his hypnosis mode already disengaged—
"Hey, since things turned out like this, how about we wrap it up after just one more load? Cool?"
"Hnggh... Wh-what...?"
Chloe couldn't comprehend a word, but that was irrelevant to Minwoo. A few shakes of his hips, and her mind would blank out into pure white emptiness anyway.
"Alright then, grip the handle tight... and sex-coaster, full speed ahead!"
With that, he clamped both hands on her thighs, tensed his ass, relaxed, and began bouncing his hips up and down. True to his words, it felt light and playful, like giving a ride on a playground slide to a kid.
But for Chloe, enduring it, this was anything but light.
"Hii, hiigiiiiiik!?"
She could barely breathe with the thing stuffed in her ass, and now Minwoo's sudden thrusts drew pig-like shrieks from her throat once more.
"Aigoo... This elf girl's got everything going for her, but those moans are a real mood-killer. And I didn't even plant that strong a suggestion... Well, makes sense. Elves as a race don't even know what sex is."
Time to etch the peak of pleasure into her genes.
With that thought, Minwoo pistoned his hips even harder. No mercy just because they were sex-virgins as a species.
"Haaaaang!! Hooooot...!!"
Chloe's consciousness had all but fled; she leaked moans on pure reflex. Her eyes rolled back halfway, drool poured from her gaping mouth—no trace of her noble elf grace remained, even if you scoured with a magnifying glass. Her once-straight waist now arched backward, on the verge of collapse.
Pitying her a touch, Minwoo paused and said,
"Hey, snap out of it. Weren't you supposed to milk my cum? Sure, this hole can't get knocked up no matter how many loads I dump, heh..."
"Hic... hiiik..."
Did his words even register? Chloe just whimpered faintly like a lunatic.
"Damn... isn't she a bit too fragile?"
He'd gone rougher to punish her arrogance, but clearly, he'd miscalculated. Elves' resistance to pleasure far exceeded his expectations—in fact, it was nonexistent. They'd never felt sexual ecstasy since the dawn of time; their genes lacked any immunity.
With suggestions this mild drawing such a reaction, if he'd hit her with something intense like the succubi's "climax on every insertion," she might've actually fucked herself to death.
Is that why they hide away so obsessively?
Mulling it over, Minwoo resumed pounding into Chloe's now unresponsive body. At this point, it was less sex and more like using a life-sized onahole, he grumbled inwardly.
...
Idiot idiot idiot idiot...
Having witnessed Minwoo balls-deep in another woman, Aisha ran mindlessly through the streets, repeating idiot in her head.
Minwoo's a guy in his prime—he can fuck whoever he wants, it shouldn't matter to me... so why am I...?
She couldn't comprehend the crushing ache in her chest, bordering on tears. At some point, Minwoo had ballooned into an enormous presence within her. She'd told herself it was just favoritism for Leon's descendant, but that didn't explain these feelings.
Of course, it was all fabricated by Minwoo's brainwashing, but oblivious to that, Aisha could only accept them as genuine.
Why does my heart hurt so much...? What even is this feeling?
Heartbreak? Jealousy? Betrayal? Even bidding eternal farewell to the previous hero, Leon, hadn't hurt like this—it was pure sorrow then. Now, it was the sting of her beloved with another woman.
Not that "betrayal" fit perfectly. She and Minwoo weren't lovers; they'd never confessed. It was one-sided on her end, unspoken. Every time they'd fucked, Minwoo ended with hypnosis making her think it was a dream—so she believed they'd never actually done it.
But her body remembered every thrust. Thus, the inexplicable loss tore tears from her eyes.
Why... why does it hurt so bad when Minwoo's done nothing wrong...?
Lost in her turmoil, mid-sprint, someone called from behind.
"Aisha? Aisha!!"
"...Huh?"
Turning, she saw Ares and the hero party chasing after her.
"Where you headed, Aisha? Still haven't found that Minwoo guy?"
Aisha waved it off. "N-no, it's not that..."
"?"
Sera noticed first—the always-confident Aisha looked off.
"Sister Aisha...? Are you... crying?"
"Eh...?"
"Tears around your eyes..."
Aisha hastily wiped her face. "No. It's nothing... why would I cry?"
"..."
She forced a casual smile, but it rang awkward. Watching silently, Mari cut in.
"That Minwoo guy make you cry?"
"Eh?"
Aisha froze at the bullseye. Mari nodded.
"Yup. He did."
"N-no, it's not—"
"Obvious as hell. You're as bad at lying as Sera, sis. No point hiding it."
"Wh-who're you calling simple!?"
Sera gawked at the random diss, but Mari ignored her, turning to Aisha.
"Take us to him."
"T-take us...?"
"That Minwoo. You said you'd introduce us. Let's go."
"Uh... well..."
"Dunno the details, but anyone who makes you cry doesn't get a pass. I'll zap his soul with my magic."
"N-no, you can't! Minwoo's just a normal guy with no power...!"
Aisha flailed in panic. It looked less like teen girls chatting with a centenarian and more like kids bickering.
"The soul-zapping's a joke... anyway, lead the way. We owe him a hello at least."
"Ugh... I-I want to, but right now it's kinda... tricky..."
"Tricky how?"
"Well, you see..."
They're in the middle of some hot action—bad timing to drop in. How do I explain that to these kids?
Luna, who'd recently taken Aisha as her master, stepped in.
"Master, stick with us for now. No rush. Mari, quit stressing her out."
"...Who even made her master..."
Mari grumbled at Luna's stoic-yet-caring protectiveness. Ares chimed in.
"Yeah, Mari. Butt out of other people's business—bad habit. Aisha's got her reasons."
"Yes, brother."
Mari nodded obediently to Ares.
"Then... sh-should we just keep sightseeing?"
Sera's attempt to defuse the awkwardness drew nods from the group.