Chapter 226
Chapter 226
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 226
Chapter Title: Maronie (6)
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I went through with it.
-Thump, thump.
But why... am I feeling relieved?
The disheveled Maronie looked up at me with eyes filled with fear.
"...Hic."
Her cute hiccup made my body react. Blood rushed downward so intensely it was uncomfortable.
'This isn't right.'
But my body wouldn't obey. Touching the National Tree offered me no benefits whatsoever.
-Drip.
A bead of sweat rolled down from my forehead onto her radiant cheek.
The thick, feminine scent scrambled my mind.
-Gulp.
My throat was parched.
I wanted to quench this boiling thirst right now.
Her trembling eyes stirred a rising sense of taboo. Where could I express it?
"Haa... haa."
Our breaths intertwined with complex emotions.
Maronie's slightly swollen chest rose and fell irregularly. I stared at it intently.
Every time I swallowed, she winced.
The body of the girl symbolizing the nation. Flawless, well-maintained soft skin without a single ounce of excess fat. A faint scent like pure white clouds wafting from her.
Fluffy yet innocent, all the more erotic due to her inexperience, a pristine white body that seemed ready to be defiled at my lead.
She pleaded desperately, on the verge of tears.
"Sorry... I'm sorry. Just... let me lie in the corner..."
Her voice seemed like it would shatter at a touch.
She could easily drive me away with magic, yet she wasn't even thinking of channeling mana.
Truth be told, neither was I.
If I thought about it, there were dozens of ways to escape this situation. But my body wouldn't cooperate.
"...If it ends like this, I won't say anything."
The dim lantern light glistened on her teardrops.
Those jewel-like tears gathered at the corner of her eye and fell downward.
-Drip.
The moment her tear wet the ground was like the moment my own saliva dropped.
"......Huh?"
Reason vanished in a flash.
Maronie's moist voice reached me, and at the same time, I buried my face in her nape.
"...Hngh!"
Maronie gasped sharply.
Her bodily scent filled my nostrils. The fragrance of a woman not yet fully matured.
I wanted to grip it tightly in my hands and make it mine. The sensation that clouded my mind just from inhaling it was heartbreakingly addictive.
I was impatient.
My ten fingers trembled uncontrollably, and my breath grew ragged like a dog spotting a tasty treat.
Maronie, watching my face, grew ever more dyed in despair.
I wanted to stain that pure white fabric with my color.
The tear clinging to her tightly shut eyes sparkled like a transparent gem. A noble yet fragile figure symbolizing an entire nation.
Maronie covered her face with both arms.
"...Please... stop."
I slowly lifted my face from her nape.
Through the gap in her pale, delicate arms, terrified eyes gazed at me.
"I know you're suffering... I know, but... I'm scared."
Her pallid face trembled.
I forced her quivering lips to part.
"Can you... use magic?"
"......Huh?"
"If you think hard... knock me out."
It seemed like the only way.
Maronie sniffled as she hesitantly gathered mana in her hands.
-Nod.
-Ssssh.
Maronie channeled mana into a pulse in her palms. I waited silently for it to strike my head.
"...Sorry."
Her voice trembled as she spoke.
At the same time, she thrust her hand toward my forehead.
Pop.
The attack hit directly.
-Boom!
Blue mana splashed around.
My vision spun. My head snapped back, and reason nearly fled but halted.
Did it work? As that thought formed, I inwardly clicked my tongue, feeling my dazed mind.
My body, barely clinging to reason, brimmed with heat and lust.
-Thump, thump.
Instinct.
Maronie, crawling out from between my legs, cautiously looked at my face.
As if checking if I had truly fainted.
-Make her yours.
A stranger's voice echoed in my head.
Was I hallucinating now just to rape one woman? Damn it.
I couldn't think.
Like a broken machine, I knelt blankly before collapsing forward.
Maronie caught my body.
"...Hic."
With tear-soaked hands, she embraced me, wrapping her arms tightly around my back.
Was she feeling grateful? The mana in her hands seemed like a recovery spell.
I shuddered. Startled, Maronie tried to push me away.
As instinct reclaimed my body, it moved to pin her down.
"...Wha, wha... eek!"
-Thud.
"Why, why? You definitely fainted?"
I crushed her from above, wedging my upper body between her thighs.
My hand plunged into her top, and the terrified girl tried to scream.
"Hik!"
But her body stiffened, silencing her.
Maronie stared in horror, eyes wide.
My hand caressed her soft lower belly and slowly rose.
Her lifted top caught on her collarbone, exposing her cutely swollen breasts draped over her bra, revealing pale pink nipples.
I scooped her up in a hug.
Like a teddy bear offering no resistance, Maronie bit her lips tightly and trembled like a wet puppy.
No time to delay. I undid my pants.
As I pulled out my painfully hard cock, it nestled between her ass cheeks, over her damp panties.
I loosened my embrace slightly, and she fully straddled it.
"...No."
"Why?"
"Scary."
Reason hazy, I didn't even know why I said that.
I just spoke as my body moved.
Gently rocking my hips, my cock twitched.
Maronie's body rocked up and down like crossing a speed bump with every motion.
"Scary? Maronie."
Nod, nod, nod, nod.
She nodded as if believing good words could end this.
"So why did you do it? I told you not to come close."
I infused my voice with resentment.
If she'd kept her distance, I could've endured. It would've just tormented me and ended.
"...Sorry. I really wanted you to get better... You're still grimacing now."
Maronie said regretfully.
I continued dazedly.
"Too late."
With that, reason fully fled.
I laid her on the floor and stripped off her wet underwear and skirt. She stiffened, meekly accepting my touch without resistance.
Stripped bare, she looked more like a rabbit than a cat.
A cute rabbit unable to even scream.
Maronie trembled in fear of the unknown experience.
I pressed my now much harder cock against her entrance.
"Hngh..."
Maronie gasped.
No foreplay, and she wasn't wet.
Normally, I'd make her feel it, but I had no leisure or emotion left for that.
Her tight, hairless pussy, ignorant of men.
-Squish.
I slowly pushed my hips forward.
-Zzzip.
Her dainty toes, pointed toward me, clenched tightly.
"Eek, uuuugh! Khaaa... ah... ah...!"
The sensation of her parting and tearing. Maronie couldn't hold back and wailed.
"It hurts! It huuuurts...!"
Too scared to scream freely, she began sobbing quietly like a drowned rat.
Not even halfway in, yet impossibly tight.
"Uwaaaang..."
Tears fell from her eyes.
Only then did I feel a flicker of returning sanity, like taking a hit.
A brief moment of control. But soon, lust reclaimed my body.
I reached out, infusing faint mana into her.
A peculiar spell to heighten female sensitivity and induce climax.
As my hand touched her nape, her tear-streaked face twisted subtly.
"Hic, uhic... eek."
The effect was weak, but I moved my hips again.
Mechanically, slowly.
"Kgh, eek."
Not even halfway, yet she struggled to take me.
My body sought to mark her, pressing as close as possible, hips shaking.
My cock pistoned at the entrance without fully entering.
After a hundred strokes or so.
Maronie's entrance began to moisten gradually.
"Hurts... hic, ungh, mmph. Ah..."
Her tearful expression slowly changed.
My body was finding her sensitive spots.
I hugged her fiercely.
Her chin rested on my shoulder. Licking her earlobe drew a faint breath from her lips.
Leaning against the cave wall, limp in my arms, Maronie shuddered at the wet sounds from below.
-Splash.
Warm fluid soaked my lower belly.
"...Uh, ah. Aah."
Trembling in fear and unknown pleasure, her weakened arms gripped my shoulders. Repeated stimulation finally drew moans from her.
"Hngh."
Viscously, obscenely. Without facing each other, I hugged her as if to break her bones.
Maronie said nothing more.
"Ahh... ah. Aah.... Ang."
Copulation without reason was too sticky to describe.
It was rough yet gentle, devoid of consideration, allowing utter immersion in the pleasure.
Her erect nipples rubbed against my clothes, eliciting a pained, dizzying breath from her.
-Zzzip.
Just as she seemed to feel pleasure.
My body thrust deep inside her with all its might.
"...Ah, ang!"
Her inner walls quivered in welcome at the deepest point.
Now. She's mine.
Slamming until the base of my still-not-fully-sheathed cock. Maronie gasped repeatedly in surprise.
"......Agh! Ah. Ah... ah.... Ang..."
She panted in dizzying bursts.
Maronie finally seemed to comprehend the situation. Her face twisted in pain and pleasure as she murmured.
"Don't... I hate it."
The moment her words broke, I rocked my hips roughly.
"Kyaa! Agh, ah...! No. Ah! Hate... ah! Aang!"
Half-screaming, Maronie thrashed to escape my embrace, but the more she struggled, the tighter I held her.
Hugging until it hurt to breathe, her mouth gaped, saliva drooling out.
Blood-tinged fluids grew slicker.
Her pussy clenched mischievously, squeezing as if to expel my seed quickly.
I grew more excited, thrusting harder.
Maronie's breath hitched.
-Thud!
Too rough—my body lost control and collapsed to the floor.
Undeterred, thrusting upward from below, Maronie—limp all over—sobbed with a tear-streaked face, moaning "ang ang."
-Spluuurt!
Ejaculation surged, flooding her deepest insides.
"Uh, ah... haak, hauk, haa.... Ang. Aang..."
Gently grinding my hips drew more moans from her.
As faint reason returned, I released her bonds.
How tightly had I held her? Red marks marred her body.
Maronie's clear blue eyes lost their innocence, shaking. Her dry tongue, parched from heavy breathing, lolled out like a puppy's.
Drool dripped onto me. I stroked her head.
Maronie accepted blankly, without judgment.
Noticing my expression return, tears welled up again.
"...Is it... over? You won't hurt anymore...?"
Her speech grew more childish.
Unable to rise, she clung to me, sobbing uncontrollably.
The problem? My body was still full of energy.
Brief reason returned, but it soon snapped again.
As my breath quickened anew, her sobs cut off.
Relief visibly vanished from her eyes.
"Not over.... Eek, kghhh!"
Thrusting my cock in, Maronie writhed in agony again.
This time, I flipped her onto all fours like a dog.
Her plump, soft ass pressed against my groin, squishing.
Still twenty-three hours left.
Maronie slowly raised her voice.
"Ah... ungh, ngh, yes!"
Gradually染ing with lust.