The Cleaner the Pussy, the More Worth Raping It

Back home, I lay on the bed staring blankly up at the ceiling.

As I replayed the events of the day and considered what I could have done better, I found myself stuck on the image of me slicing off the giant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hawk's wings. Just yesterday I'd been a D-class hunter, and now I'd landed a fatal blow on a B-class monster.

Listing the bare facts alone produced a sentence that could practically serve as a light novel title. Even thinking it over again, I still couldn't believe it. The scenes kept flashing vividly through my mind, filling me with an incredible rush.

No joke—I was confident that right now I could probably manage a dry orgasm without even getting hard.

"Heh heh heh."

The moment that thought crossed my mind, a filthy idea followed, and I felt blood rush straight to my cock. Even after showering, my body was still burning hot, packed full of that high, and I wanted to unload it somewhere good and hard.

With that in mind, I flew straight over to A-rang-sunbae.

I hadn't seen her since we parted ways at school that morning, so for a second I wondered if she was still out in some dungeon chopping up orcs or whatever. But the moment I switched to my avatar, a shower room appeared right in front of me—and there was A-rang-sunbae washing herself. I immediately broke into the greediest smile and began greedily eye-fucking her body.

Shaaaaaa—!!

"Haaah… that feels good…"

Damn… I've seen her soaked in sweat plenty of times, but this is my first time seeing her wet like this… Definitely a different flavor.

The only real difference from usual was that she'd undone the black hair she always kept braided like a tail. Just pouring water over herself in that state transformed the fierce beast of a woman into something out of myth—a valiant female warrior.

And that healthy copper skin, gleaming with water… those massive tits swaying with every little movement, those abs… goddamn…

If those were sweat droplets running down her abs, I'd have grabbed a bowl of rice and polished it off right then and there. Her body was already nicely warmed up, and now that I knew how she tasted, every little thing she did that I might have ignored before made me swallow hard.

Then—

"You fucking… this son of a bitch, this bastard—someone's trying to shower here!"

"…!"

She must have sensed my blatant stare. A-rang-sunbae suddenly stopped showering and whipped her head toward me with a snarl. I was in transparent mode, yet she locked eyes on me perfectly and roared. No exaggeration—I was more startled than when I'd faced that giant hawk earlier.

"You crazy bastard! This morning you fuck a sleeping girl's pussy, then you shove your dick into a girl who's diligently taking notes in class—what, this time you came to piss in the pussy of someone who worked hard all day?!"

"Hmm…?"

Surprised as I was, strangely enough I didn't feel particularly scared. Was it because she was naked and spouting the most vulgar shit imaginable? No.

"You son of a bitch, I don't know how you got in, but you were planning to sneak up behind me while I showered and ram that huge royal cock of yours in, weren't you? Not this time, asshole!"

"…"

Normally A-rang-sunbae would have thrown a punch the second I appeared, yelling something like, "You fucking bastard, you're dead! Let's go another round!" She'd have been out for revenge for the morning and the classroom humiliation.

Her baffling behavior. But I knew the reason.

Anyone else might have missed it, but I'd been getting my ass kicked by A-rang-sunbae every single day since last year. I'd studied her every move just to take one less hit. So I picked up on it easily—the reason for her surprising patience.

That's A-rang-sunbae when she's hiding something. When she's got something she doesn't want found out, she gets all prickly and snaps for no reason. Like a wounded beast growling even fiercer to hide its injury.

So what was she trying to hide?

I didn't know the exact details, but I had a pretty good idea.

I leaned my face in toward the unusually twitchy A-rang-sunbae and took a sniff.

"Wh-what are you looking at?! I'm only letting you off because this is the bathroom, got it?! So get the fuck out before my patience runs out—what the hell are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you doing?!"

"Smells good."

"Smell…?!"

It was the scent of a bitch in heat.

Yesterday's me never would have noticed it. The second I inhaled, my cock snapped to full hardness. I nodded with certainty and immediately checked her ero status.

"As I thought—you're in heat."

"This bastard must have a dick stuck in his ear. I go out of my way to let you off, and you say what? In heat?!"

I delivered my conclusion in a calm, voice-modulated tone. A-rang-sunbae immediately snarled back at me like it was the most natural reaction in the world, the same way you'd scream if stabbed with a knife.

I continued in the same even voice.

"That little bit of affection I gave you in the lecture hall this afternoon wasn't enough, was it? So you tried to burn it off with intense physical activity in a dungeon… but that only made things worse."

"Looking at the way you talk, you're not stuck to my side 24/7 after all. I figured you weren't a ghost, but you're advertising that you're human pretty hard!"

As expected of A-rang-sunbae.

She really was no ordinary heroine. Anyone could see she was about to get raped, and she was facing someone her strength couldn't touch, yet she wasn't the least bit cowed. Instead she was calmly picking apart my words for clues to my identity—determined to track me down no matter what humiliation she suffered.

"But so what? Whether I'm human or a ghost, what can you even do about it?"

"I told you this morning—fight me properly! Let's go one-on-one for real! Then I can win… what the hell are you doing?"

"Bath service."

At my sudden nonsensical words and the sight of me squirting shampoo into my hands, A-rang-sunbae—who had been growling like she was ready to brawl—tilted her head in confusion.

"Bath service? Who, you? For me? Why, trying to butter me up in advance? Or are you planning to rape my pussy and figured you'd clean it first so you can fuck it nice and fresh?"

"Pretty rice cakes taste better. The cleaner the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussy, the more rewarding it is to rape. Besides, you already know you can't beat me with strength. Quietly turn around."

"You son of a bitch…"

Her body wasn't in peak condition, and she was probably waiting for a chance to ambush me. She ground her teeth but obediently turned to face the wall as ordered. I stayed wary of how compliant she was being, yet at the same time I felt a little proud of her. I gave her dog-in-heat ass a couple of light taps with my fully erect cock, then reached for her obsidian-black hair.

It's sunbae's hair, so I'd better wash it carefully…

This was my first time washing anyone's hair, let alone a woman's, and I had no real idea how women washed theirs. Instead of pretending I knew what I was doing, I started from the ends and worked the shampoo into a lather little by little.

"Ugh, pull more gently…!!"

"I'm not pulling. It's the blood and bits of flesh stuck in your hair."

There were a few trial-and-error moments—sharp, dissatisfied glares whenever I hit a tangle—but I eventually made it up to her crown. Watching her take the shampoo so obediently, I secretly split my lips in a filthy grin. More precisely, I was grinning at the erogenous zones displayed above her head.

"Youuu… you're not planning something weird again just because the timing's good, right? I'm only staying quiet because this is the bathroom. Normally I'd have already smashed you to pieces."

"You worry too much. I'll give you a scalp massage, so stay still."

"What?"

Using the massage as an excuse, I decided to try out the skill I'd drawn: Orc-style Ecstasy Massage.

According to the description it made you skilled at massage, but how exactly did it activate?

Orc-style Ecstasy Massage… oh?

The moment I called the skill name in my mind with anticipation, the effect kicked in on the hands that had been stroking A-rang-sunbae's head. The casual petting motions suddenly shifted into the practiced form of a professional hairdresser.

I reached for the sparkling erogenous zones near her crown. A-rang-sunbae instinctively sensed the danger and shouted in a panic.

"Hey, hey! Don't! Don't do that! I don't know what you're trying but don't—ahiiiiiiik?!"

"I told you, it's a massage."

Squelch-♡

I applied light pressure with both hands. A-rang-sunbae, who had only been growling beastly sounds like she wanted to bite me, arched her back hard with a scream mixed into her moan.

"W-wait… st-stop…!!"

"What's wrong? You're swaying. I haven't even done anything yet… Don't tell me you're so excited about getting raped by me that you can't hold it in anymore?"

"Stop talking shit and stop iiiit♡ Stop, hiiik♡ Y-you crazy bastard, what the hell are you doiiing♡"

"What do you mean? I'm giving you a scalp massage. How many times do I have to say the same thing?"

"I know! I know, but… hnn♡ Th-this is weird. Something's weird, kkhhnn?!"

I pressed again. This time A-rang-sunbae melted straight into my arms, looking for all the world like a marlin yanked out of the water. Watching the woman who always cackled while beating me up now completely helpless under my hands, I curled my lips into a wicked smile.

"As I thought—you couldn't forget what happened this morning and were hoping I'd rape you. Rubbing your ass against my cock with everything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you've got like this… what shameless flattery."

"Sh-shut uuup♡ What did you do to me, what kind of never-heard-of, hiiik♡"

"So… haah, you're an absurdly filthy bitch."

"You son of a—nghhaah♡"

She tried to spit out a thick curse at my verbal abuse, but the stimulation on her crown made her mouth go completely slack.