Sex Is Combat to Me (1)
I said it in a roundabout way because blurting out “Let’s fuck!” felt too blunt… but who the hell knew today’s “that” would turn out to be a game? Thanks to her, I’m now playing a game I never planned for… Fuck. I can’t tell if this is a game or straight-up torture.
“No. Pull it out right there. What the hell are you doing just feeding her endlessly?”
“Huh? Uh… when?”
“It’s flashing huge on the boss monster’s forehead! It says it’s about to use a threatening attack!!”
“Focus! Come on?!”
“…”
Fucking bitch. She said she’d teach me kindly… Even the drill instructor who treated me like absolute dogshit during basic training didn’t ride me this hard.
I move the mouse with a half-crying expression, but… ha… fuck. It’s not as easy as it sounds.
“No!! What are you doing? Are your eyes just for decoration?”
“Threatening. Attack!! Can’t you see it?”
“…”
You goddamn bitch!!! Is it really that big a crime to suck at games? Huh? I’m already getting old and my reflexes are shit, and now you’re yelling in my ear and completely ruining my focus.
In the end, after enduring a nonstop barrage of curses and verbal abuse, I slammed Alt F4 and shot up from my seat.
“Ah…! No, I mean…”
“Ha… Forget it. I’m done. I’m not playing anymore! I’m just gonna take a nap, so don’t wake me up. Got it?”
“…”
With that last irritated command not to wake me, I locked the bedroom door and threw myself onto the bed in front of me.
(Ha…)
(Fuck… this isn’t what I wanted…)
Where the hell did that pure, innocent otherworlder who looked like she wouldn’t hurt a fly go? Why is there a total gaming addict sitting in the living room instead…?
I closed my eyes with a short sigh, but sleep refused to come thanks to all the thoughts swirling in my head. After tossing and turning dozens of times, a familiar voice eventually started calling to me from outside the door.
“Are you asleeeep~?”
“…”
“I said, are you sleeping~?”
“…”
Ha… fuck. I specifically told her not to wake me up. As expected, the brat never listens. I turned over with an irritated scowl, but the persistent rattling at the keyhole only grew louder. Finally, I bolted upright.
“Haa… Elphy. Can’t you just leave me alone for once?”
“I just got back from working out after a long time and my whole body’s exhausted…”
“…”
The door opened. She stepped inside. The moment I met those crimson eyes, I couldn’t say a single word.
The atmosphere was completely different from usual. So was her outfit.
Elphy’s face was slightly flushed, as if she felt a little embarrassed. My heart began to pound violently, like it had been punched square in the chest.
“Um… don’t just stare like that… What do you think? Does this bunny outfit… look good on me?”
“…Huh?”
“I bought it a while ago. I wanted you to tell me if it suits me… So? How is it?”
“…”
Suddenly? This is throwing me off… No, more importantly, can you even call that an outfit?
Fuck. To anyone looking, that’s clearly closer to a strip of cloth than actual clothing. On top of that, she’s shyly covering her chest with both arms.
“So… are you not going to answer me? How does it look…?”
“…”
How does it look? This cheap rag that might as well be screaming “Please fuck me like a dog” has me so hard my dick actually hurts!!!
From her neck all the way down to her groin, it’s basically a highway of exposed skin, crossed with strings like shoelaces in some perverted design. Whose twisted brain came up with this? You wouldn’t even need to unwrap the packaging—just snip the middle with scissors and it’d be ready to go.
Then my slave’s single sentence brushed against the last fragile thread of my sanity.
“It doesn’t suit me? I… I prepared it as a sort of apology…”
“...”
An apology? Since when did apologies involve showing off half your tits like this? This vulgar bitch… If you’re going to apologize, do it with your body right now.
The moment I lost control, I scooped Elphy up and tossed her onto the bed.
“Kyaa! Master~ Please don’t do this~”
“…”
What? Master? Please don’t? Fuck… this sly vixen…!!!
She’d clearly expected this. She knew exactly how I’d react. Her mouth says “don’t,” but that slave bitch is already smiling at me with knowing eyes.
I grabbed her lewd demonic breasts as if to punish her insolence.
“Ahn~! It hurts, Master~ Be gentle… just a little gentler…”
“…”
She says it hurts. She says it hurts so please be gentle. This horned fox is already tearing her own wrapping paper off with one hand. I know. I know she’s deliberately saying these lines to seduce me…!!!
But… but…!!!
“You vulgar slave bitch… getting cocky just because I’ve been nice to you lately?”
“This is your punishment…”
From this point on, it wasn’t my brain making decisions. It was my dick. If this were something I could handle rationally, we wouldn’t be doing it three or four times a week in the first place.
Before I knew it, I was yanking my pants down. The demon beneath me smiled as she stared at my painfully erect cock, veins bulging.
“Yes… Master ♡”
The bed’s going to get dirty… I should probably use one of the condoms I just bought… but at this point, who gives a fuck?
I slid my fingers diagonally under her panties and began stirring her insides.
“Heh… heuk…! M-Master…”
“…”
As if punishing her for that cheeky attitude earlier, I ignored the way she pushed at my right arm with both hands and roughly churned her depths. Every time she convulsed, the bed grew wetter with the fluids gushing out of her.
(Ha… fuck. I just washed these sheets a few days ago…)
(She’s seriously leaking like a broken faucet…)
Thanks to this perverted demon slave, I’m already worried about laundry… Whether she knew what her master was thinking or not, the moment I pulled my fingers out, a fresh wave of crimson-tinged nectar poured from her like she was climaxing.
She was already breathing hard, as if she’d reached her limit.
“M-Master…”
“…”
I couldn’t tell if she was sad, happy, or if her brain had simply melted. But as I stared into her half-lidded eyes, an indescribable, strange excitement surged through me.
Almost as if possessed, I brought my mouth to her slightly swollen mound.
“Heeung?!”
“M-Master…?!”
I paid no attention to her startled reaction. The obscene sound of licking fluids and air filled the room. A strange scent. A strange taste. It was a pheromone-like aroma perfectly blended between body wash and sweet fruit, along with a faint salty flavor that intensely stimulated my sexual urges.
I gripped both her thighs tightly with my arms and began slowly rubbing my painfully swollen glans against her tiny entrance.
“Hey… I’m putting it in now, okay?”
“Eh…? W-Wait… I’m not ready yet…”
I ignored her protest that she wasn’t prepared and slowly began pushing my thick, heavy shaft inside. Of course, it didn’t go in easily. My cock was quite large, and her hole was small. Still, I figured she was wet enough, so I used my arm strength to force it in.
“Ha… haauk…”
“Relax… If it hurts, tell me, okay?”
Little by little, my cock slid into her sticky depths. Even while doing this, part of me was worried about Elphy… but I told myself she’d speak up if it hurt or got too hard. My instincts had already taken over, and everything else was secondary.
Her tightly closed slit began to tremble pitifully as it was forced open.
“Hak… haaaauu…!”
Her sharp, pained moans only excited me more. Seeing her drool helplessly, I felt a strange sense of conquest and began putting my full weight behind each thrust.
A beast. Yeah… if this wasn’t a beast, what was?
Her moans sounded like she was being crushed, like someone was strangling her. Her insides convulsed and contracted repeatedly, as if struggling to accept me. I could feel every ridge and fold of her pussy gently wrapping around my shaft as I mercilessly pushed the rest of my length all the way in.
“Hak… hak… hak…”
“You okay? It’s all the way in now… Can I move?”
“Y-Yes… Yesss… M-Master…”
“…”
Elphy was breathing raggedly, as if she’d been broken. I felt all the blood in my body rush downward and slowly began moving my hips.
The warm, soft sensation that clung to every inch of my cock, tickling it gently, was so tight it felt like an organ designed solely to milk me dry. Before long, I was gripping her ass and slamming my hips like a madman.
“Ah… aaaahhhng…!!”
“Hak… ha… ahng… ha…”
“Does it feel good? You like it?”
“Y-Yes… Yesss… M-Master…!”
Her moans, which had been filled with nothing but pain, gradually began turning into cries of pleasure. I could feel her insides writhing in a completely different way than before.
I want to cum. I want to mark her right now. But I have to hold it… I need to control the pace…!
“Kgh…!”
I’m supposed to be holding back…!! Why the hell is this damn succubus’s pussy so impossible to get used to…? The squeezing pressure from deep inside my balls grew unbearable. Following pure instinct, I slammed my cock as deep as it would go and came hard.
My slave, now covered in sweat and various fluids, smiled up at me and said,
“Ha… haa… Did it feel good, Master?”
“Want to… go for another round?”