Chapter 250 Kill and Take -17
Chapter 250 Kill and Take -17
"Hiiiik..."
A searing pain, like flesh being torn, made Barjet's whole body clench tight. Her own hands, gripping her thighs, grew so tense the veins stood out, and Jiha eased his hold on her.
Then, pressing down on her lush, ripe thighs, he forced his shaft deeper, shoving it in relentlessly.
"Hnghaaaak! Ah, ah... it hurts. S-stop. Don't..."
Barjet pleaded through tears, but Jiha didn't listen. He forced his thick shaft through the hole that clenched and squeezed around it, and a tingling pleasure rose through him.
"Hooooo..."
As Jiha kept pushing deeper, ignoring her resistance, Barjet sobbed and bit her lower lip. Instinct told her she had to give in—to find whatever way would hurt less.
"Relax."
"Th-that..."
"If you don't, it'll hurt more."
Jiha, buried halfway, kneaded Barjet's trembling thighs with a gentle touch. As he worked the spasming muscles until they relaxed, like a massage, the resistance from her body genuinely eased a little.
At this unexpected softness, a slight relief crept into Barjet's face.
'She's the type who's easily fooled by a man...'
He'd only put half of it in and acted a little kind, and she'd let her guard down already?
Smirking, Jiha pushed his hips forward again.
"Haaahk! Hngk..."
Barjet, forced to welcome the man while holding her own ankles and spreading her legs as wide as possible, thrashed and cried out in agony. The feeling of being split apart washed over her, and the man on top of her had no intention of being merciful. A woman's instincts told her he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd had his fill.
Shuuuk. Schluuurk.
He forced the narrow hole open with sheer strength, widening it to his liking as he thrust inside. Warm, firm flesh clamped down from all sides, and a satisfying, tingly pleasure surged up and down Jiha's thighs.
Guuuk.
When Jiha was buried to the root, Barjet's mouth fell open and she gasped for breath. She looked a little relieved, realizing the man's entry was finished.
Looking down at the voluptuous beauty, disheveled and struggling to compose herself, Jiha was inwardly satisfied.
It was the feeling of conquest, yes, but... she was thick. The kind with thick inner walls. It was the gluttonous pleasure of sinking your teeth into a thick-cut steak, even if the meat was the same. The texture was immensely satisfying, the rich juices flowing sweetly in your mouth.
'Back in the old days, they said excessively voluptuous beauties were popular... I wonder if this is why?'
Enjoying the feeling of those thick inner walls clamping down, the thought crossed Jiha's mind. Did a voluptuous body mean a voluptuous lower hole, too?
Beneath him, Barjet panted and managed to speak.
"Hahk, hahk... I-it's done, right?"
"What is?"
"Th-... not inside. You can't."
"..."
Jiha was dumbfounded by her desperate plea. She seemed to know how babies were made, but she thought the man finished the moment he entered her.
"Your sex ed was a mess."
Pressing her ripe thighs down with both hands, Jiha pulled his hips back. He savored the resilient flesh in his hands as he withdrew, and the thick inner walls urgently clenched around him, making him feel an almost involuntary pang of reluctance.
"Ah..."
Barjet's face brightened, thinking he was pulling out to finish.
But Jiha, having almost fully withdrawn, thrust back in with force.
Shuuuuuk!! Slap!
"Hiiit..."
Barjet jolted in shock, trembling from her shoulders down to her hips. She looked like she couldn't even imagine Jiha thrusting in again, and tears of sheer unfairness welled up in her eyes as she scolded him.
"Wh-what are you doing..."
"Fucking you."
Jiha declared it casually, pulling his shaft out again. Barjet's face filled with dread as she realized he was scraping and stroking her inner flesh, that he had no intention of pulling out.
"Wh-what kind of act is this..."
"This is how everyone lives."
Jiha spoke with satisfaction, enjoying the pressure of her full, thick inner flesh. Even with the same clamping force, the sensation was different when thick flesh pressed down on him.
Shuuuuuk. Splat!
The lewd, wet sounds of withdrawal followed by a forceful thrust made Barjet's ripe, womanly body quiver, a cry tearing from her throat.
"Haaahk. Haaaht... Th-this strange act..."
"Hoooo..."
Jiha ignored her and kept moving his hips. Shluk, shluk. Each movement brought a steep clamping of her inner walls, the sheer thickness making him groan involuntarily.
"Hahk, haaahk."
Every time Jiha thrust in, Barjet threw her head back and cried out, her full breasts swaying heavily. He reached out without thinking, grabbing a breast in each hand, and a wave of satisfaction and pride washed over him.
Indulging in the feeling he never wanted to let go of, kneading the flesh in his hands as he pleased, he pulled his hips back. Barjet looked at him with an exhausted face.
"Hng. Hnnnn..."
The pleasure of the man's shaft stroking and stimulating her walls as it withdrew. Barjet, who had been moaning involuntarily, looked terrified when Jiha pushed his hips forward again.
Splat!
And again, her soft, pale body swayed with the sensation.
"Ah. Haaang... Ah, stooop."
The reaction of a woman who struggles when thrust into, feels relief when he withdraws, but then dreads and secretly anticipates the next entry—Jiha smiled with satisfaction as he watched her face. The satisfaction of a male conquering a female, the confident fullness of knowing 'this meat is mine,' made his shaft even harder.
"Hahk, haaahk..."
Barjet, shaking pitifully with every thrust, asked in a frightened tone.
"...Wh-when does it end? Hnn..."
She had finally realized her mistake. Her body convulsing with every thrust and withdrawal had instinctively taught her this was how it was supposed to be.
"Why? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Th-that's not..."
Barjet, overwhelmed by the pleasure, started to answer honestly before blushing and clamping her mouth shut. It seemed she was still embarrassed, even while pinned under the man and willingly spreading her legs to accept him.
Barjet begged desperately.
"N-not inside. Absolutely not. No matter what..."
"Why?"
When Jiha asked, Barjet looked up at him with a pitiful expression.
"R-really, you can't. Really... if I have a baby... I can't transfer Mana anymore."
"So it was a lie by the witches."
Jiha laughed inwardly. The story that witches couldn't transfer Mana if they'd been with a man was false intel. Specifically, it seemed they actually had to conceive a child for that to happen.
'Well, whether that's true or not remains to be seen...'
Jiha just smiled, and Barjet pleaded.
"Y-you understand, right? Not inside..."
"I want to."
"N-no..."
Barjet grew even more frightened and tried to avoid it somehow, but when Jiha pushed in deeper, her upper body heaved and she didn't know what to do. Having already endured a long, relentless penetration, she now gasped for air and could barely move with every thrust.
The face of a woman who knew the man was getting harder as the deep parts of her body grew hotter and wetter turned pale.
"N-no. Really, no..."
"Hooo, hoooo..."
Pinning the female body that protested with her mouth but welcomed him with her flesh, he thrust deep, pulled out slowly, and pushed back in fast. The sound of thigh flesh slapping against his hips echoed.
"Mmm..."
As if drawn by that sound, Jiha bucked his hips faster. With both hands, he grabbed and pressed down on Barjet's large breasts, one in each hand, holding her still. With his thighs, he pinned her own lifted thighs down so she couldn't close them. Thrusting into her wide-open, slick entrance with increasing speed—whap, whap—he mindlessly chased even greater pleasure.
Holding her own ankles, having surrendered her most precious place, the woman had to accept the furious man's assault.
"Ah, haaah. Haaaang..."
Utterly impaled and pinned down, the woman sobbed and thrashed in the overwhelming pleasure despite her fear. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying somehow to endure, but the pleasure she was tasting for the first time was too intense, melting her reason entirely.
A shred of reason told her he couldn't do it inside, but it wouldn't reach her tongue. All her open mouth could release was the sweet, flowing bliss of her body.
"Haaahk. Haaaht. Aaang..."
Watching the man mindlessly knead her breasts and crash into her with his hips, a look of resignation settled onto the woman's face. The realization that pushing this male away was impossible, that she had no choice but to satisfy him, made her body clench tighter, the grip of her hole involuntarily growing fiercer.
Guuuuuk.
The reaction of the thick inner walls pressing down hard. With the woman's heart yielding and her body yielding with it, the man forced himself even faster, driving into her deepest parts. The moment he pushed deeper, the flesh of her cleft clamped down on the entire shaft, from root to tip, from all sides.
"Krrrgh..."
"Ah, aaaht. Haaaaang!!"
Spluuuuurt!!
Spurt! Spurt!
Pinning the voluptuous body down, he discharged his seed deep inside the woman. His hands squeezed and enjoyed her breasts, and a bone-melting pleasure lingered lazily around his thighs and waist before spreading through his entire body.
Wulkeok!!
A successive release. As the man sowed his seed with satisfaction, the climaxing woman trembled and gasped, utterly lost.
"Hooohk. Hooooo..."
Jiha gasped raggedly and forcibly pulled his shaft out. The desire to savor this thick-cut steak a little more was there, but this time he wanted something different.
"Ha, hah. Hahhh..."
As the man pulled out, a mix of relief that it was over and an involuntary regret flickered across Barjet's face as she panted heavily.
Jiha sat on her stomach, his weight settling onto her.
"Wh-what..."
She'd thought it was finished, but it wasn't.
Jiha buried his shaft between Barjet's explosively swollen breasts, in the deep valley inevitably formed between them. The unbalanced combination of firm and soft enveloped his shaft, and he couldn't help but reflexively thrust his hips. It was a pleasure no man could resist for even a moment.
"Hooo..."
His shaft was already soiled with male fluid and female nectar, so no extra lubrication was needed. Besides, Barjet's valley was soaked with sweat as well.
"Ah, ah..."
As his hands grabbed her breasts, obscenely squishing them together to wrap around his shaft, Barjet's face filled with fear. She, who barely understood the acts of men and women, couldn't have known such a vulgar act existed.
But countless men—any man who had glimpsed her breasts, even as an indistinct silhouette—would have wanted to do this.
And now, for the first time, Jiha could grab and taste these devastatingly full breasts. No—he would become the only man ever to enjoy these breasts!
"Hooo, hooooo..."
After the first climax, the shaft, ready to release again, grew even more aroused by the novel stimulation. The sensation of the hard, heated iron rod pressing and burning through her breast flesh, the man's rough hands teasing and kneading her breasts—Barjet cried out in anguish.
"Ahhk, hnghk..."
Hearing her voice, the man grew more excited and thrust his hips powerfully. Believing this woman's breasts existed for his pleasure, he kneaded them without hesitation, wrapping and pressing them around his shaft as he moved his hips fast.
"Ah, haaah. Haaaang..."
"Krrrgh..."
The moment Jiha thrust his hips forward with force, release followed again. The white fluid shot forcefully from her cleavage, reaching Barjet's nape, her chin, and her cheek, soiling her.
"Ah, aaah..."
Her face dirtied, Barjet gasped for air and looked at Jiha pitifully. It was a face pleading for him to be satisfied with this. But Jiha simply enjoyed the lingering sensation, his shaft still buried between her breasts.
"Hooooo..."
Conquering a woman who had never known a man, and tasting her breasts in the same session, was an act not easily achieved. The lingering mental pride and pleasure, and the still-soft pressing sensation of her breasts, made him never want to leave.
Jiha lightly kneaded her breasts, steadying his breathing. Barjet just watched him nervously, hesitating.
Jiha took the towel from the bedside and slowly wiped her dirtied cheek. He'd been rough the whole time, a rough man who'd ignored her pleas and gone inside as he pleased, but this touch somehow felt tender, and Barjet was inwardly surprised. She couldn't tell which was the real Jiha.
Swallowing the urge to stay like this, Jiha lifted himself off Barjet's chest.
"Let's wash up."
"...N-no, I don't want to. We can just use Purification."
Barjet hesitated, then answered in a small, crawling voice. She was relieved, under the illusion that the night was finally over.
"Really? Then let's go right ahead."
For Jiha, it was just beginning.
She'd find out soon enough.