Chapter 101
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Provocation (Complete)
Whirrr...
A noise like an engine revving constantly emanated from my lower abdomen.
If something's going seriously wrong, even the most oblivious person would sense the ominous vibe.
Let alone me, whose instincts were dozens of times sharper than an average person's?
"Ah...!"
Even someone seeing the lion for the first time would know its ferocity.
It was instinct.
All the strength drained from my body, and cold sweat poured out without reason—this disgusting sensation.
'I'm fucked...'
The urge to ejaculate surged up in an instant. My cock was already primed and ready to unload deep inside her.
"Cum for me."
Splurt, spluuurt, spluuuurt!
Her words weren't a mere command—they were like pressing a trigger button.
It was as if someone had mashed the 'ejaculate' button in my brain repeatedly.
Semen gushed out endlessly in splurts. As soon as my balls emptied, maki instantly produced more, supplying it straight into her.
"Urgh!"
Splurt, spluuurt, splurt.
My body convulsed. My thrashing made Pink's body bounce wildly.
"Uha, uhaaaak! Stop, stooop, it's coming out! Nooo!"
"W-Wait, it's too much... Urgyaaak!?"
The massive volume of cum was beyond even Pink's control. The excess burst out like an overflow, thick and heavy liquid erupting from our joined parts.
"Uhaaaat! This hot cum in my body... My insides are melting, urgh!"
"Th-Then stop it, stooop iiiit!"
Was it just too much? The greedy Pink couldn't contain it all as it kept surging uncontrollably.
Her beautifully curved body twisted this way and that. Each time, our connection slipped a bit, and semen poured out in torrents.
"Ugh! What a waste, but with this much volume, I can't help it...! I had no idea it'd be this much!"
"Urk!"
In the end, Pink, unable to endure the flood, pulled my cock out of her pussy.
Spluuuurt! Like a hose slipping from my hand. The massive shaft flailed wildly, spraying its contents everywhere. Thanks to that, Pink's entire body got drenched in semen.
"Kuhk, kugh!"
Spluuuurt...
The ejaculation continued for a full three minutes afterward. Even so, those three minutes felt like heaven because the volume was gradually tapering off.
My body finally relaxed a bit. Though the surroundings were filthy with cum, and Pink's body looked like it'd been painted white.
Her face especially.
During those three minutes as the ejaculation slowed, Pink had pressed her face against my cock, so it ended up masked white like a ghost.
"That's way too much."
Pink's assessment was dry and matter-of-fact. She didn't seem to consider my suffering at all.
There was zero pleasure from the ejaculation. Only pain. Whether all the moisture that could be wrung out with tears had turned to semen, no tears even flowed from my eyes.
I lay there spread-eagled like a corpse, taking shallow, intermittent breaths.
'No joke, I almost died for real...'
This must be how a shipwrecked survivor feels crossing a desert. Lips parched dry, every cell screaming for water.
My stomach growled like mad. Clearly, even essential nutrients had been converted to semen.
My body trembled. The shivers spread throughout. Now I felt like a traveler enduring a desert night.
"I had no idea it'd be this much."
"Haa, haa, haaa...!"
"Sorry."
With her face covered in cum, I couldn't read her expression to tell if it was sincere, but Pink apologized to me.
Not exactly welcome. No, it probably wasn't genuine anyway. She was just saying it because it was tough for her too.
"I don't know if you'll accept it, but I'm really sorry."
"Ugh..."
Her words said that, but her tone was awkward. Like someone trying it for the first time.
Pink wiped the semen from her eyes with her hand and gazed intently at me.
"We're both filthy, so let's shower together. Sound good?"
"...Yeah."
But I couldn't refuse that offer. My body was disgustingly sticky, and I desperately wanted to wash it off.
"Let's go."
Pink nodded slightly. She looked pleased that she'd ravaged me so thoroughly.
Pink wasn't pleased.
More precisely, seeing Isiwoos in agony soured her mood.
Sociopaths typically don't empathize with others' pain. As long as they gain something, they'll wreak havoc within their power.
Pink had sacrificed others for her own happiness until now—whether lives or property, it didn't matter.
'Why does seeing Lord Isiwoos suffer hurt my chest like this? I've never felt this before.'
Had her taste for watching loved ones suffer changed?
She didn't know. Pink couldn't shake the suffocating weight in her chest, like an anchor dragging her down.
"The shower's this way."
Pink, who loved bathing, valued her shower room even more than her bedroom. Thus, the temporary home's shower facilities were top-notch.
The shower room was spacious—big enough for five people, not just two.
A bathtub sat at the far end, with shower booths in front.
The vanity area matched Pink's tastes perfectly—everything was pink.
Thanks to that, Isiwoos suffered not just from exhaustion but eye strain as well.
"My eyes hurt..."
"Sorry."
Suddenly, Pink froze.
She had apologized. Sincerely, even.
This was actually her second apology, but to her, one or two didn't matter. The mere act was shocking.
'I never thought I'd have reason to apologize in my whole life.'
For Pink, a habitual liar and antisocial type, apologizing felt novel. She'd always thought no one was better than her, so why bother?
Was this man in front of her actually superior?
'No, that's not it. Lord Isiwoos is weaker than me, dumber, and... um... dumb, right?'
Then why had she apologized?
As Pink gripped the shower handle, she realized humans apologize to two main types.
First, to those socially or physically stronger, seeking forgiveness.
Second, to seek forgiveness from those they love.
'Those they love.'
Shhhhaaa—
Hot water poured down, thick steam billowing everywhere. Moisture seeped into the dry tiles. Pink tested the temperature first.
It was just right—not enough to scald Isiwoos's pale skin. Quietly, she lifted him and rinsed his body under the stream.
'I love Lord Isiwoos.'
It was a revelation.
She knew she loved, respected, and admired him.
But she'd tormented him without ever apologizing.
Yet she loved him? You don't harm those you love—that's unspoken rule.
'Maybe I...'
Here, Pink grasped a second truth: fundamentally, she hadn't loved Isiwoos.
Why?
'I might have hated him.'
By now, the water had thoroughly cleaned Isiwoos's skin.
Pink reached for body lotion and scooped out a handful. White, like semen.
She slathered it thickly on a shower towel and worked up a lather.
'Hate...'
There was a woman who lived for perfect flavor. She'd deluded herself into thinking she could dominate everything, acting arrogantly.
A grave mistake. Pink wasn't perfect. Unaware, she'd slacked on training and suffered a bitter defeat to Isiwoos.
"How's the water temperature?"
"Fine... just right."
"Got it."
After that, Pink couldn't fight. Everyone said it was because she'd fallen for him—but that was far from the truth.
She was afraid.
"Don't you hate me?"
"I do."
"...Me too."
Isiwoos terrified her utterly. Having lost to him for the first time, Pink hadn't left the house, cowering under the covers, trembling.
Being hated by him scared her too. The one person in the world who could kill her—being despised by him felt like a noose tightening.
So she'd rationalized viciously: I love him. But since he's a woman, I can't marry him, so I'll just suppress it.
Once his true gender was revealed, she couldn't keep rationalizing.
"I hate myself too. Liars annoy me."
"...?"
"But it'll be different now."
Attacking Isiwoos carried that meaning.
Pink decided to love him. No more provocations from her.